Zhang Erhe was a little excited.

Master Yuankong is his master’s old friend.

In the early years, one of them practiced Taoism and the other practiced Buddhism, and they traveled around the world together.

Originally, he was planning to go to Ghost Mountain to bring back the body of Master Yuankong, but what he didn't expect was that Master Yuankong was still alive!

"You and your master are very similar. Both are full of awe-inspiring righteousness."

Master Yuankong looked at Zhang Erhe and showed a kind smile.

"Why did you go up the mountain this time?"

Zhang Erhe bowed respectfully.

"Originally, I was entrusted by my master to do three things, but since Master Yuankong is still alive, the other two things have been cancelled. The only thing left is to retrieve the star compass, our magic weapon."

"Amitabha, your master has an outstanding successor like you. If you have knowledge under the spring, you should be smiling."

Yuankong, who had long eyebrows and big ears, smiled slightly, and then changed the subject.

"But Donor Erhe, you have so much wisdom, wouldn't it be a pity to be in a Taoist sect? Why don't you come to my Buddhist sect and pray for great enlightenment as soon as possible, Amitabha!"

As soon as Zhang Erhe heard this, his brows furrowed into the character "Sichuan".

"Master Yuankong, I respect you as a senior, but don't mention the matter of converting to Buddhism again! I, Zhang Erhe, was born as a member of the Taoist sect and died as a ghost of the Taoist sect!"

"Amitabha, the words of Erhe Almsgiver are wrong. You are in a state of mind. Whether you are a Taoist or a Buddhist, aren't they all for the sake of saving the common people in this world?"

Master Yuankong gently tapped the glazed Buddhist staff in his hand, making a gentle buzzing sound. Zhang Erhe's eyes suddenly became dull.

"The donor of Erhe is destined to be my Buddha. This fate is destined by heaven..."

There was a buzzing sound, and at this moment, wisps of Buddha light bloomed behind Master Yuankong, but strangely, this Buddha light was black...

There is a world in every ray of black Buddha's light. In this ray of black Buddha's light, there are magnificent mountains and rivers, and there are countless people.

It's just that these people are fighting each other, and the mountains and rivers are dyed red with blood.

Among these wisps of black Buddha light, there was a uniform sound of chanting the Buddha's name. Each ray of Buddha light seemed to be the most profound Buddhist dharma in the world.

Countless black Buddha lights enveloped the dull-eyed Zhang Erhe, seeming to forcibly transform him, a Taoist disciple.

A black Buddha wheel appeared on the back of Master Yuankong's head, and a black lotus emerged under him, slowly lifting him up...

The Master Yuankong in front of us is no longer the amiable monk. He is an evil Buddha who can transform all sentient beings with just one word!

If any onlookers observe carefully, they will find that Master Yuankong is very similar to the big Buddha carved in the temple.

"Come, take refuge in my Buddha."

Master Yuankong made Buddha seals with his hands and uttered mantras. Zhang Erhe had an urge to worship and to bow down to Yuankong and listen to the scriptures.

Zhang Erhe clasped his hands together and slowly knelt down on the ground with his knees.

Master Yuankong showed a kind and strange smile. As long as Zhang Erhe knelt down, he would never be able to break away from his Dharma.

Just when Zhang Erhe's knees were about to touch the ground, a pair of strong hands supported him.

"Buddha doesn't have a bachelor's degree. Zhang Daozhang, you are so young and have profound Taoism. You must have never read a book for a day. How can you enter Buddhism?"

A chuckle rang in Zhang Erhe's ears, and Zhang Erhe's originally dull eyes suddenly regained his clarity.

Zhang Erhe looked back and saw Qiao Yu's smiling face.

"Brother Qiao Yu!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Erhe's entire back was instantly wet with cold sweat, and his heart was full of fear.

He was just a hair away. If Qiao Yu hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have been transformed by Master Yuankong in front of him.

Has Master Yuankong’s Buddhism really reached such a profound level?

Seeing that the crossing of Zhang Erhe failed, Yuankong was not angry, and still looked like the old god was there.

"Does this donor Qiao also want to take refuge in my Buddha?" Yuankong's lips and teeth opened and closed, and the sound of the Buddha sounded, as if he could transform all things in the world. Even Zhang Erhe's eyes couldn't help but be in a trance.

However, Qiao Yu was not affected at all and instead grinned.

"No, I don't have money, and I can't afford to listen to the Great Compassion Mantra, so I won't embarrass the Buddha."

Master Yuankong's face was somewhat calm. Logically speaking, everyone should have the root of wisdom. People with the root of wisdom will naturally be influenced by his Buddhist teachings.

Why didn't the man named Qiao Yu react at all?

"Anita Buddha, I have the virtue of a happy life, and I am willing to save all those who have obsessions in the world."

Master Yuankong did not believe in evil, and the black lotus under his seat bloomed. When the petals of the lotus fell one by one, it was like the world was going to destruction.

However, when the black petals fell and disappeared, new petals bloomed on the black lotus. When they bloomed, new worlds were born one after another.

Between the flowers blooming and withering, people can see the truth of the world's destruction to rebirth. It seems that this process is a permanent cycle, endless and never-ending.

Zhang Erhe just glanced at it, and he was deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate himself. He stood there blankly, watching the changes in Hei Lian obsessively.

Master Yuankong raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but when his eyes fell on Qiao Yu, he was stunned.

Not only was that kid not infected by his own Dharma...but he was still picking his nose?

"Ah? Master Yuankong, don't look at me. You keep doing tricks. It's really cool, hehe." Qiao Yu scratched his head in embarrassment.

Master Yuankong almost had his nose twisted with anger. What was going on? He had obviously used all his Dharma, so why didn't this kid react at all?

Master Yuankong didn't know that the person in front of him really had no wisdom. A person with zero intelligence and mental strength, how could he have the wisdom to transform...

At this time, Zhang Erhe suddenly woke up. He bit the tip of his tongue and quickly backed away.

"What you are doing is not Buddhism at all!" Zhang Erhe shouted: "What you are doing is clearly an evil method that deceives people's hearts!"

"You are not Master Yuankong, you just have the same face as Master Yuankong. Who are you?" Zhang Erhe's face was filled with shock and anger.

"Donor Erhe's words are wrong. Buddha is formless, and his appearance is nothing more than a skin, Amitabha."

Master Yuankong also wanted to use his evil method to seduce Zhang Erhe, but Zhang Erhe was already prepared. He pasted a yellow talisman on his forehead.

When the Buddha's sound spread, the yellow talisman also began to burn brightly, and Zhang Erhe's eyes remained clear.

"To be precise, he is Master Yuankong, but now, it is more appropriate to call him Ghost Monk."

As soon as Qiao Yu finished speaking, the atmosphere in the temple suddenly fell silent, and a chilling air filled the temple.
Chapter completed!