I'm really just a juggler.

Chapter 126: Sick Society, Current Situation of Buddhist Dynasty

I continued to ask this old man, but judging from his expression, he wouldn't know.

Wait until the juggler finishes and the people around him disperse.

Bu Chen came up to the other person and asked.

"You are from the Illusion Sect, aren't you in Xiqie Country? Why are you in Huhu?"

The man looked up and said, "Alas! We can't make ends meet there anymore, so we all came to Foxhu to try to make a living."

It turned out that at the beginning, people from the Buddhist Dynasty entered the Western Qie Kingdom.

Huan Zong didn't care, as long as he didn't disturb them.

As time went on, they found that more and more people began to believe in Buddhism.

Although business is not as good as before, I can still have enough to eat.

However, the direction of things was beyond everyone's expectations.

I don’t know what happened, this person from the Illusion Sect who was once deeply loved.

Suddenly they became so-called pagans, and these pagans were to be sent to the Buddha.

Because of this incident, many people from the Huan Sect have died.

Helpless, they had no choice but to leave.

Looking at the people from the Illusion Sect who were so sincere, Bu Chen smiled helplessly.

Hearing what the other party said, this is not a so-called sect at all.

They are just some street craftsmen who huddle together for warmth.

I just have some skills to prevent it from happening.

Now it seems that this is of no use.

The man suddenly sighed, "If only the Sect Master were here, if he had the magic pen in his hand, we wouldn't have ended up like this."

Sect leader? Magic pen?

Why is he so confident?

The Buddhist Dynasty was so huge, could it resist everyone with just one person's strokes?

Even if the so-called magic pen is a spiritual weapon, it is still far from it.

The person from the Illusion Sect was obviously unwilling to say more at this moment.

Bu Chen didn't ask any more questions and continued to head west.

When Bu Chen came to Xiqie Country, he didn't know what it was like before.

Now, the eyes of pedestrians, regardless of gender, age or status, are filled with enthusiasm.

His face began to turn pale, and a sick smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Only a small number of people remain sober, but only temporarily.

As long as you haven't become a believer, you will be ostracized by the people around you.

There are also some rogues in the city who see this situation.

I tried every possible way to enter the temple and become a free and easy monk.

These people did not reject Bu Chen's arrival.

Instead, it was a warm welcome, and those who didn't know would think that Bu Chen had made some great contribution.

There was a guide in front of Bu Chen, who kept introducing the surroundings to him.

Most of the words are madly praising how good Buddhism is.

Bu Chen looked at the guide in front of him, and a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart.

A monk with a round face, fat head and big ears appeared in front of him.

I saw him talking to a woman who was quite pretty.

After a while, a blush appeared on the woman's pale face.

Then the fat-headed and big-eared monk followed and left.

Bu Chen instantly noticed the smug look that flashed across the monk's eyes.

"What's going on over there? What are they doing?"

Bu Chen pointed at the monk and asked.

The guide took one look and said with a smile.

"That is the master of Joyful Zen, who leads the female Bodhisattvas to explore the mysteries of joy every day."

Bu Chen raised his eyebrows and looked extremely ugly.

Gu~~

As he spoke, the guide's stomach rumbled.

Bu Chen took out some silver and said, "Go ahead, take the money and buy some food."

But the guide said righteously: "What are you doing? We are all cultivators, how could we feel hungry?"

There was anger in his tone as he stared at Bu Chen unkindly.

It was as if Bu Chen was insulting him.

"Oh!" Bu Chen sighed, but there was no reason to take back the money he had taken out.

He put the silver on the ground and said, "You can take care of yourself."

After Bu Chen walked away, the guide spat in his direction.

"I, a great man, do not bear grudges against the little ones. I will spare you this time, but otherwise I will make you suffer the consequences of my dharma."

From beginning to end, he didn't even look at the silver on the ground.

When it was dark, Bu Chen finally arrived at the Buddhist Dynasty.

The sky was extremely dark and filled with a disgusting stench.

The people here seem to be no different from the people in Xiqie Country, except that they are a little thinner.

They all had sick smiles on their faces, but their faces were skinny, like mummies.

But Bu Chen was keenly aware of the deep inner thoughts of these people.

Full of numbness and indifference, only knowing how to chant scriptures and recite Buddhist scriptures.

Maybe someone close to you died, and you just feel it's troublesome.

And when they saw Bu Chen coming, they just looked up.

This was the case with everyone along the way.

The roadside was overgrown with weeds and filled with garbage, and no one cleaned it up.

In the hot summer, flies and maggots are constantly crawling on it.

Even if someone died, they would just be thrown there.

When enough people have gathered, drive away the flies and maggots and burn it all clean.

Ashes and remnants filled the air, making the already dark sky even darker.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a temple appeared in front of Bu Chen.

The temple stands out like a crane among chickens in the dim sky.

The entire temple radiates precious light, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding scene.

Under the temple, many believers were rushing into the temple.

Even though the temple gate was closed, these people didn't care.

The gate was covered with blood and flesh.

But with a flash of precious light from the temple, the gate looked brand new again.

Then the believers continue to surge forward, again and again, over and over again.

The gate of the temple was like a meat grinder.

Seeing ordinary people being toyed with like this, Bu Chen felt endless grief and horror in his heart.

Slowly closing my eyes, a tear fell from the corner of my eye.

When he opened his eyes again, the determination in his eyes returned to what it was before.

Looking at the people in front of him, Bu Chen formed seals with his hands.

"Heaven and Earth Baking Furnace."

Boundless power enveloped the temple, and the terrifying flames wanted to melt everything.

Those people turned a deaf ear, but the temple was in an uproar.

Angry curses continued to be heard.

I saw a large amount of black gas emerging from the walls around the temple.

Cover the temple to protect its safety.

"I see."

Bu Chen suddenly realized that these bald donkeys had such cruel hearts.

These ordinary people are squeezed to the point of having nothing left.

Even after death, they collect their souls and use them for their own purposes.

"Amitabha, may I ask who you are and why you are attacking us?"

In the temple, a loud voice was heard, talking to Bu Chen across the air.

Bu Chen ignored it. He was not in the mood now.

The heat around the temple grew higher and higher, and the flames burned everyone around to ashes.

But it did not stop, but continued to burn towards the temple.