God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Having said all that needs to be said, since he doesn't care, Sun Ming naturally has no reason not to sell.

And all the disciples from the Yaochi Holy Land returned to heal their wounds overnight. As the night passed, all of them turned into pretty "little nuns".

Seeing the junior sisters staring at a shiny bald head, all the girls had strange expressions on their faces.

Although the injuries on my body have almost recovered, I am too embarrassed to go out now. What should I do?

In just one night, the entire Tianhong Pass seemed to have become a Buddhist holy land.

And if anyone is happiest at this moment, it is undoubtedly Buddhism.

Although Zhongzhou is not the world of Buddhism, and Buddhism has never been promoted to the Holy Land.

But in Zhongzhou, Buddhism still has several major forces, and they are developing well. After all, Buddhism is best at cultivating followers.

Therefore, there are still many Buddhist believers in the human race of Zhongzhou.

This time for the genocide battle with the undead, several major Buddhist temples also came to Tianhong Pass.

He had always behaved quite well, but when he woke up, there were so many bald heads appearing around him for no apparent reason.

This moment made all the eminent Buddhist monks extremely happy.

"My Buddha is compassionate. It seems that people in the world have the heart to worship the Buddha. God has determined that my Buddhist sect will flourish."

An eminent Buddhist monk said excitedly, and immediately, several ancient Buddhist temples sat down to discuss, and they all felt that this was a good opportunity to preach.

In the eyes of Buddhists, hair is a person's three thousand threads of troubles. Being able to cut off the threads of troubles means having the heart to worship Buddha. If they can seize this opportunity, they Buddhists may also be able to sit in this holy land of the human race.

Success occupies an absolute place among the Zhongzhou human race.

With this in mind, a group of eminent Buddhist monks soon began their missionary journey and immediately rushed in all directions along the Tianhong Pass line.

In Tianhong Pass, Master Fatong led two disciples into the city. As expected, he saw many bald human monks along the way.

He suppressed his excitement and soon began to preach.

After stopping a disciple from Yunluo Holy Land, Master Fatong put his hands together and said solemnly with a precious look on his face.

"Amitabha, the donor can cut off the threads of worries because he has the heart to worship the Buddha. I have a Buddhist sutra here. I would like to give it to the donor for free and chant it day and night to help the donor calm down."

"What kind of devotion to Buddha? What are you talking about?"

But this Yunluo Holy Land disciple was at a loss. Is there something wrong with this old monk?

Master Fatong was stunned for a moment, and then said doubtfully.

"Since the donor has no intention of worshiping the Buddha, why should he cut off the three thousand threads of troubles?"

"Huh??? What self-destruction? This is a side effect of the elixir."

After saying that, the man left directly without any intention of talking nonsense with Master Fatong.

Seeing this, Master Fatong was a little stunned. Why is this different from what he imagined?

These people cut off the three thousand worries, but they don’t have the heart to worship me, shouldn’t they?

Not giving up, Master Fatong found a few more people to preach, but the result was still the same. He was even scolded by one of the deacons of Yunluo Holy Land.

"What did I say about your Buddhism? Now there is a war to genocide, and your Buddhism is here to preach? Are you sick?"

After scolding him mercilessly, the man shook his head and left, leaving only Master Fatong and his group looking at each other.

"Why? Why is it that in this city full of bald heads, no one is worshiping the Buddha?"

Seeing the bald heads coming and going in Tianhong Pass, but no one came to the Buddha, Master Fa Tong became depressed.

Didn’t my Buddha appear? Otherwise, how could so many people shave their heads?

Finally, after some questioning, Master Fatong learned that these people were not the strands of the three thousand worries that had been removed on their own initiative, but were the side effects of taking the elixir.

Upon hearing this, Master Fatong was stunned and stood there blankly, while several disciples on the side whispered.

"Does the pill have any side effects?"

"I've never heard of it."

"What kind of side effect is this? For us Buddhists, isn't this a magic pill? It's cheap and the effect is pretty good."

"Um???"

Hearing what one of the young monks said, the other brothers were also stunned. Yes, isn't this the magical elixir of their Buddhism?

The side effect is hair loss, but to their Buddhists, there is a lot of hair to take off for you, so doesn’t rounding it off mean there are no side effects?

Listening to the discussion of several young monks on the side, Master Fatong suddenly spoke.

"What are you talking about?"

"No...nothing Master."

"Come here, I have something to say."

He called a group of disciples in front of him, and as Master Fatong finished speaking, the monks were stunned.

"Master, do you want to introduce Sun Ming into our Buddhist sect?"

"That's natural. I just made some calculations and found out that Sun Ming is the reincarnation of the Buddha, a disciple of the Destined Buddhism. Otherwise, how could he refine such an elixir."

Count on your fingers? Buddha's reincarnation? After hearing what Master Fa Tong said, all the young monks were shocked. Master, are you serious?

However, Master Fatong's idea is also very simple, that is, Sun Ming is indeed their Buddha's heart.

Think about it, an alchemist can actually refine such an elixir. If it is vigorously promoted in the future, wouldn't the world be all bald?

Even if there is no way to convert them to Buddhism by then, at least they will be comfortable to watch.

Besides, as the saying goes, everything is always difficult at the beginning. You already have a bald head. Will it save you sooner or later?

Thinking of this, Master Fatong stopped talking nonsense and headed straight for the Alliance with a group of disciples. No matter what, he wanted to meet Sun Ming in person first.

At the same time that Buddhism began to preach, the ten major chambers of commerce were not idle either.

After seeing so many bald heads in the early morning, the top ten chambers of commerce inquired and found out that Sun Ming Dan Yao was responsible.

Now, many people are willing to bear the side effects in order to recover from their injuries as quickly as possible.

Looking at the bald heads in the city, the top ten chambers of commerce quickly discovered the business opportunities.

It was as if they coincided with each other. In just an hour, the top ten chambers of commerce set up stalls in Tianhong.

The stalls sell the same things, wigs, both men and women.

This thing was originally completely useless to the top ten chambers of commerce. It was sold to the common people by the way, and it was not taken seriously in the past.

But now, it seems like this is a huge business opportunity.

As the spies from the ten major chambers of commerce opened their doors, many bald human monks came forward curiously.

"What is this for sale?"

"Sir, this is a wig. You see that you are suffering from serious side effects now. If you had a wig, you would be able to get through this embarrassing period perfectly, and outsiders would not be able to see any flaws at all."

Anyone who can sit in the position of an elder of the Chamber of Commerce must have good eloquence in addition to cultivation, so as soon as he opened his mouth, what this elder said was ridiculous, and when this person heard it, he nodded repeatedly.