The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Compared with Dong Xuzi, who was pushed all the way, Ouyang, who had regained his right to lie down in the wheelchair, was leaning comfortably on the back of the wheelchair, squinting at Pucong, who was lifting his waist for the first time.

When Dong Xuzi was still there, Pucong didn't dare to breathe, but now that Dong Xuzi has left, there is only a young boy in the foundation building stage left in front of him, and there is nothing to be afraid of!

Pucong, who felt that he was doing well again, sneered at Ouyang and raised his hand to grab Ouyang who had just yelled at him.

You can't beat the old one, and you can't beat the young one in the foundation building stage?

The huge golden palm suddenly took shape and grabbed Ouyang fiercely.

"Do I look so easy to control?" Ouyang looked at Pu Cong who suddenly attacked him, with a hint of depression on his face. Then his true energy surged and he slapped the huge golden palm fiercely.

"boom!"

A huge air explosion sounded, and Pucong and the white elephant behind him were shot into the city wall by Ouyang.

Golden blood flowed from all the orifices around Pu Cong's body, like a golden blood gourd.

But with a flash of Buddha's light, Pu Cong in front of him returned to normal again, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at Ouyang.

Some people are just indebted, and even if they say nothing, they would be more honest than a slap in the face!

Ouyang sighed, put away the wheelchair, and walked directly to Pu Cong.

Pu Cong raised his hand and was about to make a warning gesture, but he was shocked to find that his true energy quickly disappeared from his dantian, and in the blink of an eye, only the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage remained.

Before Pu Cong could react, Ouyang raised his hand and wanted to slap Pu Cong, but just as he was about to slap him, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have only slapped his own treacherous son, so he turned his palm into a fist and punched Pu Cong hard in the lower abdomen. above.

The full feeling of punching the flesh made Pu Cong arch his body and open his mouth wide to let out a scream. A roar followed, and Ouyang kicked Pu Cong to the ground one after another.

Pucong, who was lying on the ground, felt dizzy. When was he in the foundation-building realm?

Six hundred years ago, or eight hundred years ago?

This feeling of weakness made Pucong feel extremely uncomfortable.

Before Pu Cong could get used to his suddenly weak body, Ouyang squatted down and took a closer look at the pimple-headed Pu Cong in front of him, and curiously asked: "Why is your boy different from a bald donkey? This boy has a pimpled head." Is the pimple a tumor? Do you want help? I will perform an operation!"

Although Pu Cong didn't understand what Ouyang was talking about, he saw Ouyang taking out a kitchen knife from the storage space and gesticulating on his head!

"Senior! Some of the young monks are ignorant of Taishan and bumped into senior. Please forgive me!" Pu Cong quickly apologized to Ouyang, while he was about to curse today's senior monk to death for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

They are both great monks, but one is pretending to be in the out-of-body stage, and the other is even more outrageous, pretending to be the most rubbish foundation-building stage!

You are clearly fishing for yourself!

I am really stupid, I bit such a hook twice!

Only now did Pu Cong think about it. How dare he blatantly cause trouble in Dalingshan Temple, one of the nine holy places, in the out-of-body and foundation-building stages?

Sure enough, it is not the other person who is sick, but the sick one!

Ouyang hit Pucong on the head with a kitchen knife. Wairi, it was really a sarcoma. There were more than a dozen of them by visual inspection. This kid looked like he had terminal brain cancer!

Fortunately, I met a master of medicine today. He is such a brat who does not deserve to die!

Ouyang held the kitchen knife with both hands and slashed with great force, then along the tip of Pucong's nose and struck it on the bluestone in front of Pucong.

Watching the scene where he was being slaughtered at an extremely close distance, Pu Cong almost lost his courage.

The guy wielding the kitchen knife also apologized repeatedly with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry, my hand is shaking a bit, come again!"

"What do you want to know? I'm sure you will tell me everything you know!" Pu Cong's nose was filled with tears, and the statue of the Bodhisattva with the solemn appearance just now was no longer there.

The kitchen knife in Ouyang's hand kept scratching back and forth on the bluestone, and he asked with interest: "What's going on between you and this city?"

Compared to Dong Xuzi's initial push without explaining any process, Ouyang became interested in how Pucong in front of him was connected to the entire city.

When Pucong heard Ouyang's question, he immediately answered: "Boss, this is the secret method that the Ming Dynasty King found out to revitalize my Buddhism when he dreamed of traveling to the land of bliss in the West!"

"Oh? The secret method of revitalizing Buddhism?" Ouyang looked at Pu Cong who became obviously a little fanatical when he mentioned the Ming Dynasty, and he suddenly became interested.

The Ming King that Pu Cong mentioned should be Hui Zhi, but compared to the Hui Zhi in Jiuyou, I am afraid that the Hui Zhi now squatting in Dalingshan Temple has become possessed by a demon.

But what Ouyang didn't expect was that Huizhi, who had become possessed by the devil, had not forgotten the matter of revitalizing Buddhism. It seemed that he was obsessed with this matter to the core!

After Pu Cong's detailed explanation, Ouyang also roughly understood what the so-called secret method was.

This city was made by the sacrifice of Pucong's natal magic weapon in front of him!

By recruiting ordinary mortals to become believers, and then absorbing believers to have faith in Buddhism, the monks' strength can be greatly improved.

On the one hand, through the power of faith, the cultivation level of Buddhist monks will rise significantly; on the other hand, through the continuous absorption of believers, Buddhism will be strengthened!

This method has no bottlenecks for monks. As long as the power of faith is absorbed enough, the higher the cultivation level will be!

In order to improve their cultivation level faster, the monks will become even crazier in recruiting mortals to become believers!

Ouyang suddenly took a breath when he heard what Pu Cong said.

Hiss, this is him, this method, isn't this the same routine that Xiaobai followed in becoming a god?

Unexpectedly, after being possessed by the devil, Huizhi became a little genius, and even thought of the method of believing in incense one step ahead of Xiaobai!

As expected, we cannot underestimate any genius in this world!

However, bundling this way of belief in the form of religion can easily lead to problems!

Ouyang looked at the Western Zhou Dynasty, which had completely lost its emotions and desires, leaving only the devout believers in Buddhism.

These people who have become monks' training tools naturally have no worries about food and clothing, but in this life they only have faith in the Buddha. What is the difference between them and a bunch of walking corpses that can only produce the power of faith?

Ouyang's eyes were cold. If this continues, it will form a vicious cycle. Countless monks will treat living beings as livestock, and in order to compete for believers, there will inevitably be countless bloody storms.

In the past, several religions were able to create idiots, but now Buddhism allows the monks to develop their own followers. Let alone create idiots, they may not all be able to chop each other into pieces!

Ouyang sighed slightly in his heart: "This secret method is more terrifying than the magic cultivator. One will destroy a living being physically, and the other will destroy a living being mentally!"

"Does this secret technique have a name?" Ouyang asked.

Pucong said enthusiastically: "This is the Buddha's Kingdom of Ten Thousand Miles!"