In the hall, Du Bai Gao sat on a chair, listening to the Peach Blossom Demon's report, nodded slightly. He was quite satisfied with the result.

After telling the reactions of the visitors from Black Tiger City this time, although they also found it a little interesting, they still had some questions, "Wang, why do you have to work so hard to deal with these small monsters with low strength?"

Like those guys, she could slap her to death with just one hand.

"If our market needs to be promoted, the first batch of customers are the best propagandists." Du Bai said slowly, "As long as they go out, our reputation will naturally become more and more popular, and more ghosts will be attracted here, and there will inevitably be many powerful ghosts. This will also be a good opportunity for us to grow and grow!"

"As long as the reputation spreads, more powerful ghosts join us, why should we be afraid of those bald donkeys and Taoist priests!"

The ultimate goal is to strengthen the power of the ghost city so that he no longer has to worry about external troubles.

"Wang Shen's foresight is because Xiao Tao is too short-sighted!" The Taohua Demon suddenly realized, his face was ashamed, and his eyes looked at him were even more respectful.

While waiting for the aftermath to ferment, on the other hand, the Taoist priest in Yong'an City had already left the city earlier and was on the road to the rumored Zhongmiyin Temple.

Speaking of Miyin Temple, it is actually not a very famous temple in the eyes of ordinary people, and may even be less famous than some ordinary temples without real skills.

This may be because the atmosphere in Miyin Temple is quite special, and it is not easy to do rituals, and there is no way to make up various reasons for donors to offer incense and money. Naturally, there is no convincing sweet words. They are more like a group of ascetics who truly live in seclusion in the mountain temple, silently insisting on chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha every day, and there is nothing else to ask for.

If the late emperor had not come here to visit the monk, I would have probably been even more unknown.

However, in the eyes of righteous people like Rutian Taoist Majesty, the Miyin Temple is much more famous. Not to mention anything else, Zen Master Lingyou, one of the few living Buddhas in the present, has become famous! If this person had not been too low-key, he would probably have to show his skills in front of those mortals and be worshipped like a true Buddha!

When Taoist Tian was still in the sect, he had already heard the legend of Zen Master Lingyou. This time he went there not only to ask about the ghost city, but also to pay attention to the senior masters.

The Miyin Temple is hidden in the deep mountains and forests, and I am afraid that ordinary people will not be able to find it at all. If he had not found a local villager temporarily to lead the way for him, it would have been difficult to find it for a while.

"No wonder so few pilgrims..."

Taoist Tian stood in front of the quaint temple, looking at the gilded words "Miyin Temple" written on the plaque, and sighed secretly.

On the incense and candle shelf in the distance, there were only a few burning candles lined up, and the candle oil flowed down and condensed into pieces. There were only two gray-robed monks sweeping the ground silently in the open space in front of the hall, and no pilgrims could see any of them.

The only thing worthy of praise is that even in the deep mountains, there are no fallen leaves on the floor tiles, which are unexpectedly clean.

However, this environment is quite pleasant to Taoist priest Tian. The faint aura of Buddhist scriptures here is at least much more comfortable than the temples he has been to before, mixed with the inferior incense smell, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, quite in line with his Taoist philosophy of being casual.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward a few steps to ask one of the sweeping monks, Zen Master Lingyou.

"Hey, bald... no, little monk, where is Zen Master Lingyou? I want to ask him about some things!"

Fortunately, he changed his words quickly, otherwise he might have been beaten out by a broom.

"Zen Master Lingyou?" The young monk raised his head and looked at him, especially his Taoist robe made him wonder, "What's the matter with you, a Taoist priest?"

But at this moment, the little monk was stunned, as if he had listened in a slant, as if someone was passing messages from a distance. Then he lowered his eyebrows and stopped arguing with him. He just lowered his head and pointed at the hall behind him, "It's there, go."

After saying that, he continued to sweep the floor and stopped paying attention to him.

Sure enough, the monks in this temple all have strange tempers.

Taoist Tian followed the direction he pointed, and a hall that looked much smaller and more ordinary than the surrounding magnificent houses stood in it. It looked ordinary, but it exuded a little strange divine light, which made his expression less casual and solemn.

When I walked to the gate of the hall, I was about to push the door, but I saw that the originally closed door slowly opened from the inside. I saw that the hall was covered with candles, which made it light even though it was in a closed room. But something strange was that the candle light was dim and windless, and it was shaking, as if it was about to go out in the next second.

Opposite the gate was a golden Buddha statue as tall as a house. Although he could not recognize which Buddha this statue was, he could vaguely see that the Buddha statue was from his eyes. The Buddha light was blooming on it, gentle but also sacred. It seemed that if you looked directly at the eyes of the Buddha statue, you could see the real Buddha, which made people feel a little awe and panic.

Of course, Taoist priests who have seen similar wonders would not think that it is a true Buddha. To be precise, it is a vision that was born after being piously worshipped by too many people, which made this Buddha statue, which was obviously just hand-carved by craftsmen, have a bit of Buddha nature. If this continues to be under the influence of the Buddha, it will be of great benefit to those who practice Buddhism.

Taoist Tian’s eyes soon fell on a slightly vicissitudes of hunched figure sitting quietly in front of the Buddha statue. Although he could not see clearly because he was facing his back to himself, he could also see that his Buddhist teachings were unfathomable and he was worthy of being the legendary living Buddha!

"You're here..."

Suddenly, a long old voice rang in the hall.

"Zen Master Lingyou?"

Taoist priest Tian dared not offend easily, but after crossing the threshold, he stood not far behind him and greeted him softly.

"It's me. I have already calculated that a little Taoist priest will come here for a long time." Zen Master Lingyou still turned his back to him, and replied slowly in a low voice, "You come, but do you have anything to ask?"

"Then I'll have a hard time!" Taoist Majesty Tian said respectfully, "I heard that you had led a group of monks to attack the ghost town of the Nightmare Dragon King a few days ago, so I specially wanted to ask about the specific situation of the ghost town. I think if such a ghost town stays in the world for a long time, it will definitely cause harm to the world. It is a great disaster! So I want to find an opportunity to eradicate it! I hope that the senior will help me!"
Chapter completed!