A master of comedy!

Upon hearing Zhou Sheng's blunt, murderous, and warning words, the monks instinctively felt anger rising within them, and demonic thoughts began to fester.

But when he looked up, his soul trembled.

The man holding the monk's knife, Boss Zhou, now wore a terrifying mask with a fierce, glaring expression, exuding a unique aura that stirred the very soul.

Like encountering a natural enemy.

The Vajra glares fiercely, killing without offering salvation.

Beneath the Ksitigarbha mask, which swiftly slays demons and monsters, even the most ferocious spirits will feel a sense of dread.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, the abbot finally realized what was happening, and at the same time, Huinian's master stepped forward and angrily rebuked the monks, causing them to lower their eyes.

But Zhou Sheng could still see the lingering struggle and ferocity in the eyes of those monks and ghosts.

Just like the "Demon Buddha" he personally killed a few days ago.

“You must not be disrespectful to Benefactor Zhou. If it weren’t for his long journey to escort you, how could your Uncle Cizhou’s relics have returned to his homeland?”

"No matter what, Benefactor Zhou will always be a benefactor of our Medicine Buddha Temple!"

The abbot bowed to Zhou Sheng and took a deep look at the Ksitigarbha mask on his face. He sighed and said, "Although this mask exudes a fierce aura, its essence is compassion. It is truly a sacred object of our Buddhist sect. No wonder Junior Brother Cizhou gave you the relic. It seems that Benefactor Zhou has a connection with our Buddhist sect."

"In that case, you are the most suitable person to sing this 'Medicine Buddha' opera."

After saying this, he glanced at Lao Guo's body, clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and then led his disciples away.

“With the help of the relics, this old monk can still suppress them. Benefactor, there is no need to worry. Just prepare well and wait for good news at midnight tomorrow.”

This was the abbot's voice transmission to him before he left; the voice was firm and fearless, as if he had already accepted his fate.

For humans, it is death; for ghosts, it is the annihilation of their soul.

Zhou Sheng nodded, the monk's knife in his hand slowly dissipated, and the Ksitigarbha mask on his face also disappeared without a trace, revealing a cold and stern face.

As he watched the abbot and the others leave, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

The story of Bhaisajyaguru Buddha cannot be delayed any longer.

It has to be done as soon as possible!

"Red line".

Zhou Sheng called out, and then the red thread that had transformed into a dove flapped its wings and flew over, landing on his shoulder.

"Follow those monks, observe them secretly, and report to me immediately if you find anything amiss."

"Remember, you are only allowed to observe secretly, not to make a move. If there is any danger, escape immediately and do not linger in battle."

"Understood, boss. Don't worry, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Red Thread flew confidently toward Medicine Buddha Temple, and under the cover of night, its figure quickly disappeared.

Zhou Sheng wasn't worried about her safety.

After the Red Thread reshaped the stone embryo, its cultivation speed was very fast, and it could be considered one of the best among the three trials. In addition, with the life-saving skill of Seventy-Two Transformations, its strength was already not weak.

He glanced at the sleeping Guo Yang, and then began to dress Guo in his burial clothes and prepare him for the coffin.

When everything was almost done, it was already midnight. At this moment, a figure in white, with a cool and aloof demeanor, drifted in, carrying an ancient zither. His embroidered shoes lightly touched the leaves blown by the wind, and he moved as gracefully as a startled swan.

The night breeze made the flowing fairy dress look even more form-fitting, outlining her slender and graceful figure.

Her waist was slender and her body light as a feather.

Upon smelling the faint fragrance, Zhou Sheng knew that Jinse had returned. Turning around, he indeed saw her beautiful face.

"how?"

Zhou Sheng asked first. Jinse nodded slightly, her voice as clear as pearls, neither hurried nor slow.

"I've bought them all, take a look."

She handed the magic stone to Zhou Sheng, who looked at it with satisfaction. The props were complete, including various monk robes, medicine bowls, tin staffs, and even a glass lamp offered before the Buddha.

However, as he looked at it, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Jinse, did you... empty an entire Buddhist temple?"

It's no wonder he said that, because these things were so complete, far exceeding Zhou Sheng's expectations.

Most importantly, these items all seemed to be old objects, and some even gave Zhou Sheng a faint scent of incense, a unique aroma that comes from being placed in a temple for many years.

"Of course not, but it's close enough."

Jinse explained, "As you instructed, I originally planned to buy the items first, and then borrow them from the temple if I really needed anything, and return them after I finished singing."

"But I didn't expect that not long after entering the city, I would see many people selling these Buddhist items at the market. They were quite cheap. Since you gave me a lot of money, I simply bought them all."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng's heart stirred, and he asked, "Why are so many people suddenly selling Buddhist items at rock-bottom prices?"

"I asked about that too. They said that the Buddhist temple in the city is going to be demolished and replaced with a temple dedicated to the White Snake General. It's strange, but recently there's been a rumor that the plague from back then was a play staged by the monks of the Medicine Buddha Temple to get incense offerings."

"And the flood that submerged all the monks of Yaofo Temple was a punishment sent down by Heaven."

"In a fit of rage, the people ransacked the Buddhist temple, placed the statue of the White Snake General on it, and looted and sold off the Buddhist artifacts at bargain prices..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng felt a chill run down his spine.

The news from the city may have reached the ears of the monks at Yaofo Temple through some means.

More tragic than being completely forgotten is being smeared and slandered, especially when those people were the very ones they risked their lives to save.

Even just thinking about it briefly, Zhou Sheng could feel a tremendous anger and resentment.

At the same time, he finally understood why those monks looked a little strange.

The monk who arrives tonight is probably not just halfway to demonic possession, but has already completely fallen into demonic possession!

They cloaked themselves in Buddhist robes, arriving late at night to perform a play before themselves, the sorcerers of the underworld.

They were definitely not just saying goodbye to an old friend; they must have had ulterior motives!
There's also the abbot, who, as the head of all the monks and the most powerful being in Yaofo Temple, must be fully aware of the situation of the monks below him.

But he didn't say anything just now; instead, he cooperated with the other monks in putting on a show.

Does this mean that the abbot has also... fallen into demonic possession?

Thinking of these things, Zhou Sheng's gaze grew even colder.

"It seems someone intervened; otherwise, they should have been able to hold out for three more days..."

"Master, you seem very worried?"

Jinse could hear the emotion in his voice, as if the heat of summer had instantly turned into the dead of winter, more somber than ever before, even more so than the night before the final battle with the Great General.

Zhou Sheng did not answer, but closed his eyes, and opened them again after a moment.

His gaze was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, causing the strings of the guqin on Jinse's back to vibrate.

"We can't wait any longer!"

He released the people gathered in the Yin-gathering jar, his gaze frank: "There is only one hour left until dawn. There is no time to rehearse or adapt. We must go on stage now."

"Before dawn, we must sing 'The Medicine Buddha' in one take!"

The opponent had already made their move, and Zhou Sheng chose... to accept the challenge! (End of Chapter)