The blood moon is coming, zombies are coming

Master Zhengtong saw something wrong with Master Minghui's expression, so he became suspicious of the jade slip and began to check the contents in it.

Master Zhengtong discovered that it was a demonic cultivation method, and he immediately said to Master Minghui in shock: "Sect Master, this is a demonic cultivation method!!!..."

"I know this. You should do it first. Things are very troublesome now. We can only save our lives first and then see what to do next. And after practicing the magic cultivation technique, it is not impossible to transform back. As long as we don't fall into the devil too deeply. ." Master Minghui said.

When practicing demonic skills, as long as the demonic nature is not strong, Buddhism has many ways to easily return people to normal. Even if the demonic nature is relatively strong, it can still eliminate the demonic nature such as the Demon Sealing Tower.

Now Master Minghui is betting that the Buddhist sect can drive away the demonic cultivators as soon as possible, or that people from the other three sects will come over soon. It is not a shameful thing to endure humiliation and save one's life.

"Okay, listen to the sect leader." Master Zhengtong said.

……

One day later, somewhere in a Buddhist temple.

"Brother, do we really want to spread these demonic cultivation techniques?"

A Theravada Buddhist disciple who looked like a middle-aged monk with a shiny face said reluctantly to another Theravada Buddhist disciple who looked like a slightly older monk.

"Oh... spread it out..." the slightly older monk sighed and said, his tone obviously also very entangled.

"But if we practice these demonic cultivation techniques, it will be okay for us and we can still turn back. But for those mortals who have no foundation in cultivation, it will be difficult to turn back after practicing these demonic cultivation techniques." The middle-aged monk said hastily.

"Alas... I can't help it. This is an order issued by the sect master, and the sect master said that if you don't follow it, everyone will die, and then someone will be replaced to do these things. These things are already unavoidable..." The old monk said helplessly.

"Oh, indeed. If we just do this, we will also commit serious sins." The middle-aged monk also sighed and said.

"Forget it, everyone will do this anyway, and we are not the only ones who are guilty." The old monk shook his head and said.

"Yes, that's right." After hearing this, the middle-aged monk felt a little better and nodded.

……

Soon after, books began to fall from the sky in every corner of the Three Thousand Buddhas Kingdom of the Buddha Sect.

In many places in the Kingdom of Three Thousand Buddhas, there are homeless people wearing tattered clothes and as thin as skin and bones, wandering around on the streets or begging.

Some homeless people saw the books falling from the sky and curiously picked them up to read.

"It's a Kung Fu technique!" The homeless man was surprised to find that this was actually a Kung Fu technique.

These tramps have no culture or have not even read a book.

At first, they were just curious to pick it up and read it, but they found that they could actually understand the contents of these books, and these books were actually secrets of techniques for cultivating immortals.

"It is true that our Buddha is compassionate and knows the sufferings of the people, so he has come to send out exercises to guide us in practicing Buddhism."

The homeless man attributed the books falling all over the sky to the Lord Buddha who specially came to distribute them to them. He was secretly moved in his heart, and then he quickly and carefully hid the books in his clothes, and then left the scene secretly.

Gradually, more and more people who looked like homeless people also discovered that the books were cultivation techniques. As they were passed on to ten people and hundreds of people, more and more people ran out of the dilapidated buildings everywhere. Then the scramble begins.

"Mine, mine, mine..." A young homeless man kicked an old man to the ground who was about to starve to death, and snatched the books from the old man's hand and said.

"Obviously I saw it first..." The old man couldn't fight for it and could only say with a choked voice.

Soon, more and more people joined in the fight, and some books were damaged during the fight, which intensified everyone's fight, so it quickly developed into a large-scale fight.

However, everyone soon discovered that all the books were the same exercise. So as long as they grabbed a book, they hid quickly and went back to try to practice.

……

Somewhere in the Buddhist sect, somewhere in the Buddhist country.

A manor that occupies a huge area. From a distance, it looks magnificent and magnificent, comparable to a royal palace. Not only the exterior, but also the interior is lavishly decorated. You can tell from a glance that this is a place where rich people live, and not just ordinary rich people.

"Master... Master... It's not good... It's not good..." A strong, well-dressed man ran in from outside the courtyard, shouting loudly as he ran.

"I've always taught you to be calm and calm when things happen! We are a wealthy family, not the untouchables outside."

A middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing gold and silver, with ten fingers all covered with jade, walked out of the house and shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's a small mistake, it's just..." The sturdy young man ran to the middle-aged man, nodded and bowed.

"Just what? Tell me!" the middle-aged man said a little unhappy.

"Master, on the street outside, for some reason, a large number of secrets on cultivation techniques suddenly fell from the sky, and now the untouchables are looting them." The sturdy young man said hurriedly.

"What?! Kung Fu secrets?! Are you telling the truth?!!" The middle-aged man lost his composure and shouted loudly.

"It's true, it's all true. I saw it with my own eyes." The sturdy young man gasped and said confidently.

"Call everyone immediately. As long as they are men, including the chef, everyone will go out with me to grab it!" The middle-aged man immediately ordered loudly.

"Yes!" The sturdy young man nodded immediately, then turned and left.

"Quick, quick, quick!!!..." The middle-aged man felt that the strong young man was not running fast enough, so he urged loudly.

The sturdy young man was originally anxious. He saw it and wanted to grab it himself, but now it had developed into a large-scale group fight outside. He couldn't grab it by himself, so he hurriedly came back to report.

Now that he heard the middle-aged man urging him, his own pace became a little faster.

……

Two days later.

Jueling once again came to Xiaoleiyin Temple of Theravada Buddhism.

"Hey, the cassock you have now is not bad." Jueling said with a smile when he saw that Master Minghui had changed into a cassock, and it was also very good.

Master Minghui saw that Jueling was wearing the same cassock that he had snatched from him before, and that he was holding the Buddhist beads that he had snatched from him, but he did not see the remaining wooden fish that Jueling took out.

Master Minghui was immediately furious, feeling that Jueling was here to show off and ridicule him.

"What are you doing here again?" Master Minghui did not accept Chueling's words, but suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a frown.