Chapter 937

Everything that needed to be said has been said; since no one cares anyway, Sun Ming naturally has no reason not to sell.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Jade Pool Holy Land rushed back overnight to heal their wounds; after a night passed, each and every one of them had turned into pretty little nuns.

Watching the senior sisters all stare at a shiny bald head, the women's faces all looked somewhat strange.

Although the injuries on their bodies had mostly healed, right now they were embarrassed to go out—what should they do?

In just a short night, the entire Tianhong Guan seemed to have become a holy land of Fomen.

And if we ask who is happiest at this very moment, there is no doubt it is Fomen.

Although Zhongzhou is not Fomen's domain, and Fomen has never been elevated to a holy land before.

Yet within Zhongzhou's borders, Fomen still has several major forces, and its development is not bad; after all, Fomen's specialty is gaining followers.

Therefore, within the Human Race's territory in Zhongzhou, Fomen still has many followers.

In this war of extermination against the Undying Race, several major temples of Fomen also came to Tianhong Guan.

They had always been behaving properly, but upon waking up, damn it, a bunch of bald heads had mysteriously popped up all around.

This made all the Fomen senior monks overjoyed.

"The Buddha is merciful; it seems people already have a heart toward the Buddha, heaven has destined our Fomen to flourish."

A Fomen senior monk exclaimed excitedly; immediately, the several major Fomen ancient temples gathered and discussed, all feeling this was a great opportunity for missionary work.

In Fomen's view, hair is the three thousand strands of worry; to cut them off oneself means having a heart toward the Buddha, and if they seize this opportunity, perhaps they could also take a seat in the Human Race's holy land.

Success would secure them an absolute foothold among the Human Race in Zhongzhou.

Having thought of this, quickly the Fomen senior monks began their missionary journey, immediately rushing off in all directions toward the Tianhong Guan line.

Inside Tianhong Guan, Grand Master Fǎtōng entered the city with two disciples; along the way, he indeed saw many cultivators of the Human Race with bald heads.

Suppressing his excitement, he soon began preaching.

He intercepted a disciple of the Cloud Lotus Holy Land; Grand Master Fǎtōng clasped his hands together and spoke with a solemn, dignified expression.

"Amitabha, benefactor, since you can cut off the strands of worry, you truly have a heart toward the Buddha; I have a Buddhist scripture here, I wish to give it to you free of charge, chant it day and night, and it will help you calm your mind."

"What heart toward the Buddha? What are you talking about?"

But regarding this, the disciple of the Cloud Lotus Holy Land was completely bewildered—does this old monk have a screw loose?

Grand Master Fǎtōng, however, was stunned, then asked doubtfully.

"Benefactor, if you have no heart toward the Buddha, why would you cut off the three thousand strands of worry?"

Huh??? What self-severing? This is the side effect of the elixir.

After saying that, the person left directly, with no intention of wasting words with Fato Master.

Seeing this, Fato Master was a bit stunned—how is this different from what I imagined?

These people severed their three thousand threads of affliction, yet they have no heart toward the Buddha—shouldn't that be?

Unwilling to give up, Fato Master tried preaching to a few more people, but the result was still the same—indeed, he was even scolded harshly by a steward from the Yunluo Holy Land.

I say, what's wrong with your Fomen? In the midst of a clan‑extermination war, you come here to preach? Are you sick?

After a merciless tirade, the person flicked their head and left, leaving Fato Master and his companions staring at each other.

Why? Why is the whole city full of bald heads, yet not a single one turns toward the Buddha?

Watching the bald heads coming and going inside Tianhong Guan, yet none of them turning toward the Buddha, Fato Master grew gloomy.

Hasn't our Buddha manifested his power? Otherwise, how could so many people shave their heads?

After some inquiry, Fato Master finally learned that these people had not actively cut off their three thousand threads of affliction; rather, it was a side effect of taking the elixir.

Upon hearing this, Fato Master was completely stunned, standing there blankly, while a few disciples beside him whispered.

Does the elixir have side effects too?

I've never heard of that.

What kind of side effect is this? To our Fomen, isn't this just a divine pill? It's cheap and works well.

Huh???

Hearing that little monk's words, the other fellow disciples also froze—yeah, isn't this just their Fomen's divine pill?

The side effect is hair loss, but for their Fomen, what hair is there to lose? So, rounding it up, isn't it basically no side effect?

Listening to the discussion of the few little monks nearby, Fato Master suddenly spoke up.

What are you talking about?

No...... nothing, Shīzūn.

Come over, this old monk has something to say.

Calling all the disciples to stand before him, as Fato Master's words fell, the monks were all stunned.

Shīzūn, do you want to lead that Sun Ming into our Fomen?

That's only natural; I just did a divination, and this Sun Ming is the Buddha's reincarnation, the heaven‑destined son of our Fomen—otherwise how could he refine such an elixir?

Pinching fingers to calculate? The Buddha's reincarnation? Hearing Fato Master's words, all the little monks were stunned—Shīzūn, are you serious?

But Fato Master's idea is also simple: that Sun Ming is truly their Buddha-heart.

Just think—a Pill Master can actually refine such an elixir; if we really push it, wouldn't the whole world end up bald?

Even if we can't get them to convert to Fomen, at least looking at them would be pleasant.

Besides, as the saying goes, everything is hard at the start—you already have a bald head, so sooner or later you'll be converted.

Thinking this through, Fato Master stopped wasting words, directly leading his disciples straight to the but alliance—no matter what, he wants to meet Sun Ming in person first.

Meanwhile, as the Fomen began their preaching, the Ten Merchant Guilds were not idle.

After seeing so many bald heads from early morning, the Ten Merchant Guilds inquired and found out it was the mischief of Sun Ming's elixir.

Meanwhile, many people, in order to recover from their injuries as quickly as possible, do not hesitate to bear this side effect.

Looking at the big bald heads all over the city, the Ten Merchant Guilds quickly spotted the business opportunity.

It was as if they had conspired together; in less than a Shíchén, the Ten Merchant Guilds hastily set up stalls inside Heavenly Rainbow.

And what was sold on those stalls was the same—wigs, available in both male and female styles.

To the Ten Merchant Guilds, this had originally been a completely useless sideline—something they merely picked up to sell in the mortal world—and they had never paid it any attention before.

But now it seems this is actually a huge business opportunity.

As the Ten Merchant Guilds' spies opened for business, many bald-headed Human Race cultivators also came forward one by one, curious.

"What is being sold?"

"Young sir, this is a wig. Look, your side effects are now obvious; if you had a wig, you could perfectly get through this awkward period, and outsiders wouldn't notice anything amiss."

Anyone capable of sitting in the Merchant Guild Elder's position, aside from cultivation, must have a silver tongue; thus, as soon as he spoke, that Elder's words flowed like heavenly blossoms, and the listener nodded repeatedly.