A master of comedy!

A century of Taoist practice, the image of Guan Yu.

Zhou Sheng's first attempt at his craft showed his talent, but in the eyes of others, it was already astonishing.

"Boss, how did you become so amazing?"

Hongxian's eyes widened. When the monk turned into the Ghost King, she was excited and wanted to have a big battle, but she didn't expect that the boss would end the battle with just one strike.

"This Dharma image is so powerful! Master is biased; he only passes it on to sons, not daughters!"

Zhou Sheng laughed and said, "Want to learn? First, break through the fourth level."

Upon hearing this, Hongxian's spirits lifted, and she was filled with fighting spirit.

When Jinse saw that the battle was over, she also came over with the little boy. She was surprised when she saw the huge knife mark on the ground and the lingering sword intent.

She was a master of the guqin (a seven-stringed zither), and her element was wood. Upon seeing such sharpness, she couldn't help but feel an instinctive fear.

When she looked at Zhou Sheng again, a strange light flickered in her glassy eyes.

In such a short time, after killing the Great General, Boss Long's cultivation and skills have improved dramatically, making her feel that she can hardly catch up with him.

At this rate, she probably wouldn't be surprised if Boss Long suddenly transcended tribulation and became an immortal one day.

As for the little boy, he had vaguely seen him outside the courtyard and was now astonished by his extraordinary appearance, almost regarding Zhou Sheng as a god.

"Are you... are you Lord Guan reincarnated?"

Zhou Sheng shook his head and chuckled, saying, "I am not a god, but a... sorcerer."

"A sorcerer?"

The little boy's big eyes shone with curiosity and longing as he asked, "Is it opera? I can sing a little opera too. Do you think I could become a ghost opera performer?"

Hongxian made a face and said, "Not just anyone can become a Yin-Yang Master. You have to pay tuition to your senior sister first—"

Zhou Sheng covered her mouth, then asked with a smile, "Young brother, do you know where the Medicine Buddha Temple is?"

After killing the monk, Zhou Sheng had already stored the Buddha's head in the immortal stone and was preparing to head to the Medicine Buddha Temple immediately without further delay.

Regardless of the inside story, Zhou Sheng didn't want to care. He just wanted to finish the shady opera and get the Eight Treasures Merit Water.

Of course, if the Medicine Buddha Temple were full of evil spirits like the monk today, and had become a den of demons, then Zhou Sheng wouldn't mind sending the Buddha to the Western Paradise.

In the name of Ksitigarbha, they unleashed a massacre to purge the scum of Buddhism.

There's no need to even perform the shady plays; after a bloodbath, just grab the treasure.

The little boy shook his head upon hearing this.

Zhou Sheng was not disappointed. He had only asked casually and did not expect the other party to know. Since he could not find out the specific location, he would use the Luoshu to calculate it.

However, what the little boy said next was somewhat unexpected.

"I don't know where Yaofo Temple is, but my grandfather definitely knows. He used to tell me stories about Yaofo Temple, saying that the monks there were all good people who often provided free medical treatment and medicine to the villagers..."

Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up, and he said, "Could you take us to see your grandfather?"

"Of course, it's just..."

The little boy lowered his eyes and said, "Grandpa's health has been getting worse over the years. He often forgets things, sometimes even who I am. But he often talks about the Medicine Buddha Temple."

"No wonder you went to pay homage to the White Snake General. Take us to see your grandfather; perhaps I can do my part."

Zhou Sheng admired his filial piety, which is why he was willing to make this trip.

The little boy regarded him almost as a god, so he readily agreed and quickly led the way.

Soon the group arrived at an old house.

Looking at the old man lying in the chair basking in the sun, a strange look flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes.

"Grandpa, we meet again!!" Hongxian shouted loudly in his ear, causing many leaves on the trees nearby to fall.

The old man picked at his ear and muttered, "I heard you, I heard you. I'm not deaf. Why are you shouting so loudly?"

He paused, looked at his grandson, and asked in confusion, "Whose child are you? You look so familiar..."

"Grandpa, I am your grandson Guo Yang!"

"What? You're my grandfather?"

The old man angrily said, "You brat, how can you swear at people?"

Guo Yang: "..."

Zhou Sheng watched quietly, his gaze deep, a hint of emerald light emanating from his pupils. His eyes pierced through the nearly lifeless body and saw the flickering flame of the soul.

The other person had almost no energy left, and seemed to have experienced some kind of great shock, which led to a muddled and confused state in their later years.

He stepped forward, suddenly adopting a solemn expression, his gaze sharp as lightning, his voice booming like a bell.

"The time has come, if you don't return to your place, when will you!"

At the same time, he formed the Dragon-Subduing and Tiger-Taming Mudra with both hands and slapped the old man's head. The sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling faintly echoed around him, and golden light bloomed in his palms like lotus flowers, giving rise to a sense of Zen.

He was singing a yin opera called "The Manifestation of the Arhat," which tells the story of Li Xiuyuan awakening his memories of the Arhat who subdued the dragon and becoming the Living Buddha Ji Gong.

The old man was certainly not a reincarnated deity, but Zhou Sheng's slap had the effect of refreshing his mind and opening his heart, like adding fuel to the fire, making the originally flickering flame of his soul instantly burn brightly.

This didn't mean that something "dirty" was swept away, but rather that the old man's potential was unleashed, causing him to awaken from his daze as if from a dream.

The next moment, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, and his entire demeanor was completely different from before.

"I remember now, I remember everything!"

“You are my precious grandson. When you were eight years old, you still wet the bed. I remember that time the whole bedding smelled of urine…”

The little boy Guo Yang's tears of emotion turned into embarrassment.

Remembering things too clearly isn't necessarily a good thing.

"Excuse me, sir, where is Yaofo Temple?"

Zhou Sheng knew that the other person was not fully recovered, but had only temporarily regained consciousness, so he quickly asked him questions.

"Are you asking this to harm the masters?"

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately became wary and said, "Although you cured my delirium, I will never betray them. Even if the monks of Yaofo Temple become ghosts, they will be good ghosts!"

Before Zhou Sheng could speak, Hong Xian angrily said, "Your good ghost has already killed two people. If it weren't for me and the boss taking action, the whole village would be dead!"

The old man refused to believe it until his grandson testified to it, at which point he was filled with disappointment.

“Old man, I can tell that the monks of Yaofo Temple have a Buddhist heart, but they have gone astray after experiencing some changes. If you really want to help them, tell me everything you know.”

Zhou Sheng frankly said, "Actually, I came here because I received an invitation from Yaofo Temple, but I couldn't find the exact location. Perhaps the abbot of Yaofo Temple is also waiting for my help."

Upon hearing this, the old man finally stopped hesitating and spoke.

"Yaofo Temple is located in Zhuiyun Valley, about 30 miles east of the village. The area is secluded and was once flooded, so it is very difficult to find."

"Did it get flooded?"

The old man nodded, his eyes reddening as he recalled that scene from years ago.

"That was probably decades ago. A sudden flood hit the mountains and was heading straight for our White Snake Village. At the critical moment, the abbot of Medicine Buddha Temple led all the monks to blast open the river channel and divert the floodwaters towards Medicine Buddha Temple..."

"The ancient temple, with hundreds of monks, was all drowned!"

...(End of this chapter)