At the beginning, I have the flood transformation system

Chapter 68
Gu Daoling was surprised: "Fellow Daoist is a doctor?"

Zhang Heng shook his head: "This deity is not good at medicine."

The disciple of Daoyan Sect next to him was a little disappointed: "We thought we met a senior expert."

"Since you don't know medical skills, then leave as soon as possible. If it's really night, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

Zhang Heng glanced at the man, thinking that the other party was thinking about his own safety, and he didn't blame him.

He turned to look at a building in the center of the village, which was an ancient temple.

"Where is that place?"

Gu Daoling was puzzled, but still answered truthfully.

"Fellow Daoist, that's Jinguang Temple, where the villagers burn incense and pray for the gospel."

"Oh?"

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and walked towards the ancient temple with a strange expression on his face.

Affected by the disaster, although it was evening, many villagers still gathered in the antique temple. Countless people held high incense in their hands and prayed devoutly to the four-zhang golden Buddha inside the temple.

A moment later, a skinny young monk with patches all over his body came out, silently wiping the ashes from the Golden Buddha Incense Table.

Seeing Gu Daoling and Zhang Heng coming in, he quickly stopped his movements and greeted them with a smile on his face.

"Ancient benefactor, did you come to Jinguang Temple today to pray for blessings?"

Gu Daoling smiled, "Master Mingjue, the night is coming, and those things will come back again. There are many villagers gathered near the Jinguang Temple. Let me check their safety."

"Oh."

Mingjue smiled: "Thank you, Gu benefactor, who is this?"

Seeing Mingjue looking at him, Zhang Heng said with a smile, "I'm Yang Jian, passing by Baodi, I'm a little thirsty, I wonder if I can ask the little master for a bowl of water to drink."

Mingjue twitched his brows, looked at Gu Daoling, saw him nodding, and immediately laughed.

"A monk should be compassionate. It's just a glass of water. Donor, please wait a moment. The poor monk will fetch it for you."

After he finished speaking, an old man in an old yellow monk's robe came out slowly holding a string of pulp-coated Buddhist beads.

Gu Daoling explained to Zhang Heng in a low voice: "This is the host of Jinguang Temple, Master Fuyuan."

As he spoke, he greeted him with a smile all over his face.

"Master Fuyuan, this is a friend of mine who was specially invited to help. Because I am thirsty, I came to ask for a bowl of water."

Master Fuyuan smiled: "Since that's the case, both of you please come face to face.

The poor monk is getting old and unable to move. Unexpected disasters have come these days, thanks to the ancient benefactor for his rescue. "

Gu Daoling waved his hands and sighed softly, his face was a little embarrassed: "I made Master laugh, I am really ashamed, I have searched for ancient prescriptions, but I still can't relieve the villagers from the evil."

Zhang Heng stepped into the Buddhist hall, opened his sky eyes, and searched the entire quaint temple. When he stopped at the four-foot-long golden Buddha statue, his face suddenly changed.

The little monk Mingjue had already brought the water up, but Zhang Heng didn't turn his head. Instead, he took it with the opportunity, put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, and then put it aside.

"This golden Buddha originally didn't belong to this treasure temple, did it?"

"Fellow Daoist?" Gu Daoling was startled, and immediately reminded him.

On the contrary, Master Fuyuan was shocked in his heart, thought for a moment and said: "To tell the benefactor, this Golden Buddha does not belong here."

"Oh?" This time it was Gu Daoling's turn to be surprised. He has been here for more than a month. He has seen the Golden Buddha in Jinguang Temple many times, but he has not found any problems. Something went wrong. "

"Where did this golden Buddha come from?" Zhang Heng remained expressionless.

"I am dissatisfied with your Excellency. This golden Buddha was actually a stone Buddha before, which was discovered by a villager at the foot of a nearby mountain."

"At that time, the villagers went up the mountain to cut firewood, and when they saw the golden light shining on the stone Buddha, they became curious."

"When the stones on it were knocked off, I realized that he turned out to be a four-foot-long golden Buddha."

"The poor monk is a disciple of Buddhism. The golden Buddha descended from the sky must be my Buddha's manifestation, and he wants to save all living beings."

"So with the help of the villagers here, I moved the Golden Buddha into the treasure temple."

"In order for the villagers to worship every day, and to pray for the good weather in our town and the well-being of the people and animals."

Master Fuyuan explained in detail.

"If it's not as I expected, the day when the Golden Buddha appears will be the time when disasters will arise in this place, right?"

Master Fuyuan was shocked all over, as if he had been poked into the secret in his heart, his face suddenly sank.

"From my point of view, Your Excellency is a disciple of the Taoist sect. The poor monk knows that he has not offended you. Why do you insult my Buddhist sect?"

"Yang Jian mustn't be rude!" Gu Daoling saw Master Fuyuan's brow furrowed, and hurriedly reminded Zhang Heng.

"Hmph! Old monk, the Buddha talks about compassion and saves all living beings."

"Now that the whole village is about to be buried, how long will you keep it a secret?"

Zhang Heng snorted coldly, raised his palm lightly, and the terrifying absorbing power bloomed from his palm. Just as Master Fu Yuan was about to refute, he was instantly strangled by the neck.

"Yang Jian, you..."

Gu Daoling was taken aback, he didn't expect Zhang Heng to be so terrifying, and the coercion of just lifting a palm lightly pushed him to his knees on the ground.

However, Zhang Heng turned a blind eye: "The Golden Buddha weeps, you should explain the sins you have committed to your Buddha!"

"boom!"

Zhang Heng's words frightened everyone in the scene, Fu Yuan was directly pressed in front of the Buddha's head by him, and if he carefully found out, there were indeed two lines of inconspicuous tears on the eyelids of the Golden Buddha.

"Sin, sin, sin."

"The old man said, the old man said everything."

He was thrown on the ground by Zhang Heng, but he didn't care to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said hastily.

"That was the second day when the Golden Buddha came to Jinguang Temple."

"It was rainy and windy that night, and countless bats came in out of nowhere, crawling in front of the Golden Buddha."

"At that time, an endless red mist flowed from the mouth of the bat and converged towards the body of the Golden Buddha."

"At that time, I was waking up at night, and by chance, I saw this scene. I thought it was my Buddha's manifestation, so I pressed the matter down."

"Who ever thought that in the early morning of the third day, a death occurred in our village, and the corpses were all drained of blood.

"When I went to rescue them, the sky was covered by bats and they were chirping non-stop. Only then did I understand that the death of the villagers may be related to the mutation of the Golden Buddha."

"I thought at the time that if the villagers knew that the Golden Buddha they brought back from the mountains after all the hard work, not only did not bring them blessings, but also took the lives of others, the Golden Buddha would be destroyed by them."

"The poor monk is a disciple of Buddhism. To me, the golden body of the Buddha is like life. How can I be willing?"

"In addition, the entry of the Golden Buddha into the Jinguang Temple was originally what I asked the villagers to do."

"Now that there is a death incident, if the villagers know the reason for it..."

(End of this chapter)