The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 1105: Shingan Temple

Li Changan's words severely mocked everyone on the other side.

The Southeast Asian Daoist Association and the Huaxia Daoism have a deep relationship, but they ignored Yang Yelang's call for help, and now that Baomanguda is about to die, Li Chang'an is very tired of it, seeing that the so-called Master Shengguang still looks sanctimonious Then he said in a cold voice, "Get out of here, or your Dongnan Daohui will prepare the coffin!"

Master Shengguang hesitantly said: "You are also a cultivator. Taixuanzong has a great reputation, but his words are so vicious. I think you Taixuanzong are all demons."

With a slap, Master Shengguang was still talking proudly, but his entire face was deformed by a slap.

Li Chang'an didn't seem to move at the same spot, but this slap was really powerful.

Mage Shengguang's half of his face was sunken, and he grunted, and half of his mouth full of teeth spit out.

One after another rushed up and supported the mage, all glaring at Li Chang'an.

"It really is a nest of snakes and rats." Li Changan waved his sleeves: "A bunch of trash."

The continuous ridicule, how could those people bear it, Master Shengguang reluctantly raised the Buddhist beads, covered his face and began to chant the scriptures, the scriptures were the serious Diamond Sutra, and the Buddhist beads in his hands began to glitter, like jade.

The Taoist squeezed the yellow talisman in his hand, pulled out the wooden sword from the back of his waist, and sprayed a ball of flame on the yellow talisman.

The lay man put his hands behind his back and started puffing up.

There is a pattern.

Li Changan didn't even look at it, but Hong Xiyan rushed up directly.

Mage Shengguang saw the little ghost behind her, and screamed: "Witch..."

With a slap, the beads in his hand shattered in front of Xiyan, not only did not cause any damage to the girl, but was slapped again.

This, this is totally wrong.

The Buddhist Golden Beads for Suppressing Evil and the Sutra of Vajra Fearlessness are all the nemesis of evil spirits.

But he didn't know that Hong Xiyan's body was the supreme Ksitigarbha rune of Buddhism. It seemed that he was haunted by little ghosts and had the body of a demon. In fact, he had killed so many bad people. After transcending, he was already a body of great merit. Xi Yan was basically beaten.

It is not unreasonable for Li Changan to let Hong Xiyan go all the way to the King's Hotel.

The scariest part of the Ksitigarbha rune is here, the more villains killed, the higher the merit.

This time, Mage Shengguang was directly beaten to the ground, Hong Xiyan stepped on his body, and the little ghost came over obscenely, grabbed a few Buddhist beads and swallowed them.

Master Shengguang rolled to the side in embarrassment, his heart ached so much, it didn't matter if he was beaten, that string of Buddhist beads was a golden bead raised by many merits, and now it is gone.

"Xiyan, come back." Li Changan's voice came, and the Taoist and lay disciples over there had their legs broken by Li Changan, and they were screaming on the ground.

Man Guda was at the end of his rope, Li Changan stepped forward and stepped on him: "Where is Xia Qing?"

"Yes, in Xinyuan Temple..." Manguda said honestly now, "I, I can take you there, as long as I go, they will definitely let you go."

Li Changan smiled, and looked under the damaged window sill, where the cruise ship below was emitting thick smoke.

"Jump down." He said lightly: "To die or to live, I will give you a chance."

"No, I don't want to dance, I don't want to die." Manguda burst into tears, with snot mixed with blood on his head.

"If you jump down, you still have a chance to survive. Although the chances are not great, it's like gambling. It might pay off if you try." Li Changan said slowly.

Manguda's eyes turned, and the gambler mentality began to attack.

He gritted his teeth, stepped on the edge of the window sill, and looked at the pool below. If he went down from this height, if he was lucky... he really had a chance of surviving.

With a whoosh, he roared and jumped down.

Hong Xiyan came over to look at it, but was stopped by Li Changan: "Come on, don't look at it, he can't survive."

"Why, didn't the master say that he has a chance?" Hong Xiyan was curious.

Li Changan smiled lightly: "Yes, if we change places, there is indeed a chance, but here."

He looked at the place of the birdcage: "Manguda transformed this place into a yin place, a birdcage-like death place, where there is death but no life. In the final analysis, he was killed by himself."

Hong Xiyan shivered for a while, the man in front of him was too scary, everything was in his calculations, this is the strength of Dongfang Lucifer.

"Let's go to Xinyuan Temple. I was born in a Taoist sect, and I have always had a bad relationship with the Buddhist sect. This time, I will offend them again." Li Changan let out a hesitation, and strolled downstairs.

Xinyuan Temple, a place where incense is flourishing, is one of the busiest temple buildings in Manila.

Surrounded by three main halls, two small towers in the middle guard the pointed temple in the center.

From a long distance, you can see cigarettes and believers everywhere.

Two water tanks were placed just in front of the small tower, and faint music came from the water tanks.

The believers outside knelt down on their knees, and two lotus flowers emerged from the water tank. The lotus flowers opened, and two rich boys sat inside with one hand raised up, which immediately caused a burst of singing.

The Lotus Blossom Sending a Child, a routine left over by bad monks in China hundreds of years ago, has been carried forward again here.

Hong Xiyan watched from a distance: "I have been to Xinyuan Temple, and here are all eminent monks who have attained the Tao, sir, you must be merciful."

Just by looking at Xiyan's expression, one can tell the influence of this Xinyuan Temple in Manila. It is really extremely pious from the rich to the poor.

"The ghosts and monsters are all like a dog. A true Buddhist expert would never cheat people like this." Li Changan watched a group of monks come out with golden bowls. The man who had no time to stuff the money in burst into tears.

Most of these people are poor people, so ignorant, it is really chilling.

A yellow talisman appeared in Li Changan's hand, he sketched it casually, and suddenly it turned into a thick stack of banknotes, all of which were in US dollars. At first glance, they looked like tens of thousands of dollars.

The group of monks closed their eyes and squinted, turning their golden bowls, and muttering words in their mouths: everything depends on fate, everything depends on fate.In fact, practice makes perfect for each of them, and you can tell who has the most money with a glance.

Dollars and euros are the best. If there are less local pesos, the monks will definitely not want to waste time.

Because the golden bowl can only be rotated three times, according to the rules of the temple after three times, no money will be charged, which also means "all according to fate".

In this case, how to earn the most money in a limited time is the key to assessing the professional level of the monks in the temple.

Li Changan deliberately stood far away, and smiled at Hong Xiyan: "Look at this group of monks, their eyes are tricky, they will come directly later."

Xiyan didn't believe it, it was more than ten meters away from the monk's golden bowl.

The man shook the dollar bills in his hand, and a group of monks with slightly closed eyes gleamed, and they turned around directly, and even deviated from the original route.

All the US dollars in Li Changan's hand fell into the golden bowl, and the group of monks turned back. Hong Xiyan was amused and angry at the sight. Years of belief and devotion to this temple suddenly collapsed, so disgusting the monk...

(End of this chapter)