"There is permanence in the world, impermanence in the world, impermanence in the world?" said the monk on the stage slowly, "The Buddha once said that impermanence and impermanence are not beneficial and non-intellectual, which means that discussing these things will not help our practice. ”

"But the world is ignorant, so you have to ask for an understanding......," the monk's voice slowly spread in the audience, "to ask for understanding, because the world is rampant, and all living beings are up and down in the sea of suffering." ”

"If sentient beings don't understand, then they can't get rid of it, and my Buddha's compassion will give the answer for sentient beings, the world is so big, life and death are the norm, and it can be divided into four eons. ”

"Cheng is the birth of the world, dwelling is the world maintaining its original balance, and the bad calamity tells the story of the gradual collapse of the world, emptiness is the great destruction, and everything returns to nothingness......"

"Each eons last for hundreds of epochs, and we are in the midst of a bad eon...... How to avoid the catastrophe?"

"Amitabha, calamity is unavoidable, only by believing in the Buddha and entering reincarnation after death can we be transcended from ......"

The voice of the monk reached the ears of everyone in the room, and the people watching the play were confused by the words spoken by the monk, half understanding and half understanding.

There were even people with impatient faces, but they didn't dare to speak out when they thought of the strength of this monk.

Monk Yuanhui's face was gloomy, he didn't speak, just waited quietly.

Zhou Fan and the others saw that Monk Yuanhui did not move, so they naturally did not move.

However, Zhou Fan felt that the monk's words sounded like some truth, and the strange things were rampant in the world, and it sounded a little like the bad calamity that the monk said.

"Don't listen to that demon monk's nonsense. Li Jiujiu saw Zhou Fan's contemplation, and he couldn't help but persuade in a low voice.

Zhou Fan just smiled faintly, in his previous life, he had seen a lot of religions, the more troubled the times, the more popular religion became, these theories of world destruction, they sounded reasonable, but in fact, they were all nonsense, of course he wouldn't believe it.

After the monk spoke for a while, he kept silent and stood up.

When he stood up, he could see that he was unusually tall, more than six feet.

A small novice walked up briskly with a wooden tray with a white cloth on it.

The monk uncovered the white cloth, which was a dagger that shimmered with cold light.

Looking at the dagger, the crowd was even more silent, and they watched with bated breath.

Zhou Fan was infected by the atmosphere, and he also stared at the monk tightly, wanting to see what the monk was going to do?

Monk Yuanhui's face turned even colder.

The middle-aged monk picked up the dagger, and with a calm face he stabbed it into his Adam's apple, which pierced directly into the Adam's apple until only the handle could be seen.

There was an uproar in the crowd.

Zhou Fan was also stunned, is this monk dying?

The dagger went into his throat, but no blood oozed out.

The middle-aged monk's face did not show a trace of pain, and the dagger he held in his hand swung from the middle to both sides.

Zhou Fan could even hear the shallow sound of cutting flesh and bones.

Zhou Fan was completely stunned.

The middle-aged monk used a sharp dagger to cut off his head completely, and there was still no blood flowing from his smooth neck and skull.

He threw away the dagger, held his head in both hands, and looked at all the people under the stage: "My Buddha is compassionate......

He began to recite a few verses of the scriptures, and the pious people below followed him and bowed down.

Many people showed a hint of fear on their faces.

Zhou Fan was dumbfounded, this monk didn't look like he was playing magic, could he really cut off his head and not die.

While the middle-aged monk was chanting the scriptures, he walked to the pillar of the stage, took the nail from the little novice, and pierced his head to the pillar with a long nail into his forehead.

Then the headless body sat cross-legged and folded his hands, the nailed head, the broad lips still chanting the scriptures at a rapid pace.

More and more people are kneeling.

"This demon monk has two strikes. Li Jiujiu suddenly chuckled.

Zhou Fan looked at the head nailed to the pillar, he was puzzled at the same time, he was also thinking in his heart, it seems that spreading faith in this world is also a technical job, if it is placed in his world, he has such the ability to spread faith...... It is estimated that it has already entered the list of shots this month.

"Almost. Monk Yuanhui, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"What is almost?" Zhou Fan thought a little strangely.

Monk Yuanhui did not answer, in the corner of the stage, the moment a stick of incense was extinguished, the head of the middle-aged monk stopped chanting scriptures, his body stood up, his hands shook and groped, and the nail was pulled out of the middle of his forehead.

Then he held his head in both hands and put it around his neck, and actually let him take it.

The nail mark in the middle of his forehead is also disappearing, and everything looks like a dream.

The middle-aged monk took the little novice and bowed slightly.

The people who bowed down again bowed to the monks.

The middle-aged monk walked off the stage with the little novice.

Monk Yuanhui walked forward, and Zhou Fan and Li Jiujiu also hurriedly followed.

On one side of the stage, Monk Yuanhui took Zhou Fan and the two stopped the middle-aged monk who was about to leave.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Yuanhui is fine. The middle-aged monk said calmly.

"Jingyun, I'm not your senior brother. Monk Yuanhui said coldly, "You will grasp the time, the time of a stick of incense, no more, no less." ”

"Jingyun doesn't dare to cross the line in any way. Jingyun replied calmly.

"After passing on the Fa, then leave Tianliang City as soon as possible, don't look for trouble. Yuan Hui looked at Jingyun and said coldly.

Jingyun slowly closed his eyes and shook his head, "My master and apprentice plan to live in Tianliang City for a while. ”

"Then don't let me know you're secretly teaching the Fa. Yuanhui's eyes froze, his lips moved, and finally he spat out such a sentence.

Jingyun didn't answer, but left briskly with the little novice.

"Let Tianliang Li Ya look for a quick eye on him, don't let him make trouble. Yuan Hui's face was gloomy, and he said to Zhou Fan and the two, "He shouldn't stay in Tianliang City for long, if the next time Lord Yan and I are not there, he comes again, he only has a stick of incense to teach the Fa, after a stick of incense, if he dares to talk nonsense again, then mobilize the patrol team and kill him!"

Monk Yuanhui's words were murderous, not like a monk at all.

Zhou Fan and Li Jiujiu responded lightly, obviously Yuan Hui brought the two of them here to explain the matter.

Monk Yuanhui was in a very bad mood, and after he said this, he turned around and left.

"Brother Li, Master Yuanhui, this is ......" Zhou Fan was still confused.

Li Jiu laughed and said: "Brother Zhou, the reason why Master Yuanhui is like this is because the demon monk is from the Little Buddha Temple, and he is from the Big Buddha Temple, and the two have long been on the same page. ”

"Why do you call that Jingyun a demon monk?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Because the people who came out of the Little Buddha Temple were originally demon monks, and I didn't call them that, the people of the Great Wei Dynasty called them like this, and the way the Little Buddha Temple preached the Dharma was very demonic, what is it if it wasn't a demon monk......?"