Faced with Ren Ting's questioning, the monks were a little angry but not afraid to speak out, which was a bit nonsense.

Master Zhicheng recited the Buddha and stepped forward and said, "If you are the donor, there is really nothing in my temple that you are talking about. Even if you are the officials, I have nothing to say, Amitabha Buddha."

Ren Ting's face was gloomy and was about to speak, Qin Liuxi took a step forward and said, "Master, Master Ren is not trying to make things difficult for the temple. He also feels sorry for Mrs. Ren who is a good person who becomes a living dead because of worshiping Buddha. The master is also a Buddhist, and he is compassionate, and he will not see a good person becoming like this, right?"

"Amitabha, that's natural."

"In my opinion, no matter where Mrs. Ren's small Buddha statue was invited, it was obviously someone who secretly used the Buddhist temple to do something dirty and impaired. The Buddhist temple hides such disgusting rat shit. I think the master is very ashamed? Is this matter big or small? If it is spread, who dares to worship Buddha? With this tribute, it's okay if the money is gone, but life is lost, it's a big disadvantage to the entire Buddhism. If the other Buddhist temples know that the temple is implicated, they might come to discuss and investigate! After all, this is a shame for Buddhism!" Qin Liuxi looked worried and depressed.

Master Zhicheng's eyebrows thumped, but he could hear that she was not only pointing at the same time, but also setting them up.

"I believe that the master is noble and compassionate, and what he thinks is to pull out this dog thing that is doing vague things under the banner of Buddhism." Qin Liuxi cursed and said, "Before this, can the master be able to be merciful and help Master Ren's mother summon a soul?"

Master Zhicheng: “…”

You said everything, what can I say?

Hongyuan had already figured it out. This man was just doing something openly. His tone had lost his previous gentleness and said, "Mrs. Ren lost his soul, which is what you said. Since you are mastering the Xuanmen numerology, it is also easy to summon souls, right?"

Qin Liuxi showed a shy and embarrassed expression and said, "You see, I am only sixteen or seventeen years old. How great can I have? To be honest, I have tried it, but I am not good at learning..."

She clicked until she sneered a few times.

Ren Ting and his friends: If they hadn't seen her skills with their own eyes, they would have believed this behavior.

After hearing this, a hint of ridicule flashed in Hongyuan's eyes.

Zhicheng looked at Qin Liuxi without any trace. The person calculated that Nanwu Temple would be a disaster. Is this matter or this person?

"Master, look?" Qin Liuxi blinked and said, "Mrs. Ren is also a great charity. She has participated in a lot of sesame oil donations. The master shouldn't watch her wait for death, right?"

"Amitabha." Master Zhicheng put his hands together and said, "I don't know the inside story, so I may not be able to summon it out. But let's try it out. If it doesn't work, please forgive me."

"Master, mercy." Qin Liuxi said again.

Since we want to be the soul-summoning altar, we naturally have to prepare for it. Qin Liuxi and others retreated outside the main hall to wait.

Zhicheng took the cinnabar talisman, Hongyuan frowned and said, "Master, they are obviously making trouble. Why do you still agree? The disciples don't believe it. They really dare to mess around in the temple, just a mere Tongzhi."

Zhicheng glanced at him and said, "Jie Chen, Jia Idiot, do you know if you want to do a full set of acting?"

Hongyuan opened his mouth and looked at Qin Liuxi, who looked like I was always making trouble, and whispered: "But compared to the Ren family, the boy who didn't know what was the origin of the disciple was more afraid of. Don't listen to her nonsense. It was obvious that the incense burner exploded after she had burned the incense burner, but the disciple couldn't see what she had touched the incense burner. The disciple felt that she came to the temple, and the holy Buddha..."

Zhicheng's eyes shrank: "Did you mention the Holy Buddha?"

His eyes were too sharp, and Hongyuan's back felt a little cold, and he stuttered: "It's not my disciple who mentioned it, she said this herself..."

Wait, did Qin Liuxi say the words "Saint Buddha"?

From beginning to end, she seemed to say that Mrs. Ren invited two Buddha statues from the temple to go back, and did not mention the word "Saint".

A layer of sweat oozed from Hongyuan's forehead.

A hint of anger flashed through Zhicheng's eyes.

What a waste!

"What else have you said?"

Hongyuan shook his head, his voice getting lower and lowered: "It's nothing. I don't think she noticed, let alone mentioned the Holy Buddha, so he shouldn't know."

Zhicheng became more and more angry and said, "But she could say the words that Mrs. Ren served the Buddha with her body and sacrificed her soul. All she lost was the two souls and six spirits."

He looked at Qin Liuxi who was standing outside, and happened to see her looking in, and then he showed a gentle smirk, feeling a little anxious inside.

If it is true that she sacrifices with her soul as she said, it must be dedicated to the Holy Buddha, why is there still a soul and a soul left?

Others have already sacrificed their souls. When they arrive at Mrs. Ren, how could such a mistake occur?

Hongyuan said: "How about the disciples come over and drive them away?"

"Wouldn't that give all the handles to others?" Zhicheng looked at him as if he was mentally retarded, which was simply stupid.

Hongyuan felt a little wronged. Didn’t he think about Nanwu Temple?

Zhicheng was also annoyed. He attracted so many people because Mrs. Ren still had a soul and a spirit. If she died, how could such a thing happen?

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly. Forget it, as long as that place is not exposed, it will be fine. As for the altar, it is just a show.

When Zhicheng and the others were preparing for the altar, Qin Liuxi was also watching through the small paper man he left in the side hall, allowing Zhicheng to summon the soul. It was just a delay of time and wanted to see what kind of play Zhicheng could sing. If he could get Mrs. Ren's soul back, it would be a real profit.

As for what she said before and after, what she respected Buddha or not, she silently said in her heart, Buddha, I am rectifying the trouble and crossing the border to clean up the portal for Buddhism.

Buddha: You are quibbling!

Qin Liuxi was very dedicated and used his heart. He followed the little paper man to check something wrong, and looked at Zhicheng and others on the other side, with deep eyes.

These monks are not plagued by any evil deeds. They are clean and honest. Is it really not harmful to anyone, or is it that they have extraordinary means and can not leave their leaves?

However, without any evil, Qin Liuxi saw the appearance of heavy wealth and desire from Hongyuan's face, which was in harmony with his gentleness.

The altar was ready, Master Zhicheng purified his hands and burned incense, and placed the birth date and close objects about Mrs. Ren Ting that he had asked for from Ren Ting in a copper basin, and then sat down cross-legged in the futon in front of the altar and began to recite scriptures.

Lan Xing walked to Qin Liuxi and asked softly: "Can monk summon souls?"

"A monk can be aware of Taoism, but he can also drive away evil spirits and devils." Qin Liuxi's eyebrows and eyes were cold: "Some Buddhas are very powerful."

For example, the so-called evil Buddha, Shila.

Lan Xing stopped talking, and saw Master Zhicheng chanting the Sanskrit that he couldn't understand with his hands, and retreated to Qin Liuxi.

Qin Liuxi was very curious about how Zhicheng would summon the soul, but he saw that he took the talisman handed over by Hongyuan and lit it after it was placed in the copper basin. A gust of wind blew.

Zhicheng's expression moved, and his fat round face seemed to show a hint of joy. He took the long yellow and white paper and burned it. He read Sanskrit faster, but his face was also a little pale, as if he was unable to match his strength.

Qin Liuxi: "!"

What are you doing? Change the soup or the medicine. This is not much different from the Taoist soul-suming technique. They use talismans and yellow and white things.

Qin Liuxi glanced at the void from the corner of his eyes, but after a strong wind, water ripples appeared in the void, as if something had arrived.

Really called?

However, the thing just poked out a head, and saw Qin Liuxi first, blinked, then poked his head back, and ran away with a swagger.

Damn it, how can the little evil god of karma be here?

Qin Liuxi raised his eyebrows, was it actually Zhao Yincha?

Zhicheng was so anxious that he spit out an old mouthful of blood: "?"

Before he could speak, why did the little official run away? At least he cooperated with him in the show!

"Host." Hongyuan was shocked.

Zhicheng opened his eyes, waved his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth, stood up with a white face, looked at Ren Ting with pity, and sighed: "I have asked all kinds of gods and Buddhas. The soul of the female donor Ren has converted to my Buddha and went to the West to serve the Buddha!"

Qin Liuxi looked at him with a smile.

Don’t monks lie?

I'll just watch you play quietly, and see how you talk nonsense!

Ren Ting turned green and said, "Are you old bald donkey trying to deceive me? Just recite a few sutras at will, and then said that my mother went to serve the Buddha and was fooled by my three-year-old child!"

Hongyuan said in a deep voice: "Donor, you didn't see that the host's master vomiting blood. That is the internal injury that will only be caused by asking God."

Zhicheng raised his hand: "Amitabha, I am a monk, and I have tried my best not to lie."

He said, shaking his body, his face turning pale even further.

"Forget it, the master has done his best." Qin Liuxi sighed and looked at Ren Ting: "Maybe this is the disaster that Mrs. Ren suffered."

Ren Ting's face turned pale.

Qin Liuxi said to Zhicheng again: "Master, the sky is getting darker, can we stay in the living yard?"

Hongyuan thought, if you still stay overnight, will you not be anxious about the loss of Mrs. Ren?

Zhicheng curled his lips and said, "If it is a normal day, it is impossible. Unfortunately, the living room is already full of people as the Buddha's birthday approaches. If you don't mind, the monk's house is simple, but you can still live in it."

"No need." Ren Ting was not willing.

Qin Liuxi said, "Then let's hurry back to the city now."

Zhicheng bent over with his hands.

Qin Liuxi walked a few steps out and said, "By the way, I wonder if Master Zhicheng had heard of Lingxu Palace?"

Zhicheng trembled slightly with his little fingers on his hands, and raised his head, but his expression was confused: "Lingxu Palace? I have never heard of it. Does the donor think this Buddha statue is related to the Lingxu Palace in your mouth?"

Qin Liuxi looked at his little tail finger and said meaningfully: "If it is related, then things will be simple."
Chapter completed!