Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 707 Something is wrong with this thing (1/2)

After returning to the Discipline Hall, Wumu ordered his people to seal off his Zen temple and stated that he was studying the images left by Xuankong and could not be disturbed for the time being.

After asking his disciple to leave, Master Wumu immediately sat cross-legged, took out the golden book from his arms, and stared at it in a daze.

Ebony, oh ebony...

How dare you!
Master Wu Mu's head is buzzing now.

Everything that happened before seemed like a dream, a blurry illusion created by the demon he had transformed into, which made him feel very unreal.

But the lingering fragrance on his body could not be faked, and the golden book in front of him was real. Everything in front of him showed that he really took back the golden book left by Xuankong.

Xuankong has been sent to the underworld, and the Zen temple he was in has been uprooted. The subsequent cleanup plan is still proceeding in an orderly manner, and Xuankong's image is being cleaned up seriously and carefully.

Under such circumstances, he actually secretly hid the other party's golden book back, which was simply seeking death.

Covering his bald head, Ebony still couldn't believe that he actually did it.

"No, such a dangerous thing cannot be kept. It must be handed over to the True Buddha as soon as possible. But how should I explain this? Oh, right, just say that I want to come back to sort out the relationship between Xuan Kong and other cultivators. That should make sense."

Ebony heaved a sigh of relief after finding an excuse for himself, but he also knew that this excuse was useless.

The wisdom of the True Buddha is so vast, and the vision of the True Buddha is so far-reaching. My little thoughts cannot escape the other party's detection at all and will soon be leaked.

Therefore, he must really find something as evidence to prove his meritorious service.

Thinking of this, Wu Mu held the other party's golden book and began to explore the contents.

Everyone’s golden book has its own restrictions and methods, and almost no one can use it except the person himself.

But the monks in the Discipline Hall all have their own unique magical powers. Ebony's magical power is that he can invade other people's golden calligraphy instruments, see the contents, and use the spells contained therein.

This magical power allowed him to consult other people's golden books without anyone noticing and obtain relevant information, which was a powerful weapon for him to secure his position as the Zen master of the Discipline Hall.

In addition, he is one of the few people in Buddhism who can use the Buddha's heart to warn people, which also allows him to turn danger into safety and make contributions to Buddhism.

Directly bypassing the restriction, Master Wu Mu carefully reviewed the contents and then breathed a sigh of relief.

In the opponent's golden book, all the articles of Xuankong, his master and others during their reincarnation were preserved. Even if other scriptures were burned, the scriptures here can still be restored, which is an important proof of the opponent's thoughts.

But soon, he pinched his thigh hard to stop himself from being too proud.

These are all things of the devil or Buddha. They may contain the reason why the other party has become possessed by the devil. We must be careful.

In addition to verbal records, it also includes various classics collected by the other party and thoughts on various cases, which have great research value.

Some of the spells were priceless, and Ebony had never seen many of them before, which opened his eyes.

Wu Mu was so absorbed in reading these contents that he completely forgot about time until he saw a spell.

"'Black Buddha Country Xuankong'? This technique is named after Xuankong. Could it have something to do with Xuankong? But the name seems to be vaguely referring to the Black Buddha Country. What's going on?"

Looking at this magic, Wumu had a vague feeling that this thing was most likely related to Xuankong's possession of the devil.

Although he knew that handing over this thing would be a great achievement at this time, it could even offset his crime of taking the golden book away privately.

However, he really wanted to know what was in it that could confuse Xuan Kong to this extent. Therefore, he had to study the contents carefully and find out the dirty stuff inside. It would be best to find the culprit and throw him into the underworld, perhaps to appease the True Buddha and let Xuan Kong come out soon.

After figuring it out, Ebony no longer hesitated, activated the magic and entered.

In a blink of an eye, three days and two nights passed.

When the game came to an end, he spat out a mouthful of blood, covered his chest and said angrily: "Bai Long! You devil!"

Because he knew that this was a game created by the devil, he was very careful after entering the game.

Not only did he distance himself from Ding Jie, he also devoted himself to the study of Buddhism and upheld the dignity of the Buddhist kingdom. He walked to the end in fear and trepidation, and took a different route from Xuan Kong.

But when he was ordered by the True Buddha to kill Ding Jie, he immediately found that he had established a deep friendship with Ding Jie. The other party's enthusiasm and generosity made him very happy along the way. How could he possibly kill his good friend!

But the game doesn’t care about you!

Seeing that Wu Mu didn't move, Zhen Fo simply took action himself. He grabbed Ding Jie, refined the medicine, and left immediately with the elixir. Only Wu Mu was left vomiting blood.

What’s even more hateful is that the game suddenly ends here. I can’t find anyone to take revenge on, and I can only sulk alone.

But after he calmed down, he recalled his previous experiences and felt that the past few days had passed in a flash.

This game tastes really good.

Especially the demon inside, which can actually change into the appearance he wants most.

It must be said, it is really hard to control myself to see Zen masters arm in arm with me and calling me "good brother".

Just as he was about to think about it a little longer, Ebony stopped immediately and forced himself back to his thoughts.

As a Zen master of the Vinaya Hall, you should set an example yourself, keep your mind pure and desires few, and worship Buddha sincerely. This is the right way.

What is the difference between indulging in one's own desires and the possessed Xuan Kong?

After silently reciting "The Art of Correcting the Mind" dozens of times, Master Wumu was about to close the game when he suddenly saw a spell light up, followed by a message that traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers and arrived in front of Wumu.

Bai Long: [Xuan Kong, why did you play it again? Didn't I tell you there was a second round? There are more Easter eggs in the second round, just follow them. My Yaoguang is very angry now because she made all the Easter eggs.]

Bai Long: [You are still holding a grudge for not replying to your message in time. It was because I was pressed for time and had a heavy task. I saw that it was already three days later, and I missed the best time to reply. Okay, I will reply to you now. The new version will be released soon, and you can see the end. ]

After reading these two messages, the first thing Wu Mu noticed was the other party's name: Bai Long.

Isn’t this the game producer of “Black Buddha Kingdom Xuankong”!

Wu Mu's cheeks immediately lit up, and he began to reply with great joy: [So it's Brother Bailong! I just finished playing your game, and I was quite moved by the content. Although it mercilessly belittled and rebuked Buddhism, I have to say that what you said makes sense! Especially your statement about Buddhism's severance of emotions and love, I was very touched! This is really the best game I have ever played, although I have only played this one game. ]

Afterwards, Wu Mu wrote down a tens of thousands of words of gratitude. He had never been so enthusiastic when he wrote annotations on Buddhist scriptures before.

But after he finished writing, he looked at what he had written and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

So, he saved a copy of what he had written before, deleted everything he had written before, and then replied again: [Hello, I am Master Wu Mu. ]

(End of this chapter)