Chapter 242

Above Yunmeng Mountain, black clouds pressed down, and electric snakes danced wantonly.

Xu Qing held three sticks of incense, in front of him was the heaven and earth altar, and the left and right Dharma altars also enshrined the positions of the Judicial Heavenly God, the gods of the Thunder Department, the Nine-Heaven Mysterious Lady, and other gods.

"Clutching the Buddha's feet when the time comes, do you think that by worshipping gods, you can survive?" Abbot Dinguang stared at Xu Qing with a gloomy expression, his words full of mockery.

Xu Qing glanced at the old monk and said lightly: "In the past, there was a great virtuous monk. When he went to the Buddha country to seek true scriptures, he once made a vow: to burn incense at every temple, worship Buddha at every Buddha, and sweep the pagoda at every pagoda. Zen Master Jinghai, you are also a monk in the temple; why don't you believe in gods and Buddhas and respect the heavens?"

Xu Qing pretended to be enlightened.

"That's right! You fake monks have done many evils and are burdened with sin; how dare you burn incense and pray in front of true Buddhas and true gods..."

"Sharp-tongued!" Abbot Dinguang stared at Xu Qing, his eyes full of resentment: "Then let's see if the gods you believe in will come to help you!"

"Help?" Xu Qing smiled: "I am not praying for blessings for myself to the gods, but reporting your sins to the heaven and earth gods, so that when they strike you, they must not show mercy."

"..."

Hearing this, the group of monks felt their anger rising.

Facing a great disaster, instead of seeking self-preservation, you have the heart to worship gods and curse them. Why are you so disgusting?

Zen Master Jinghai's face had already wrinkled into a bitter melon shape. No matter how Abbot Dinguang instigated him, he refused to make a move on Xu Qing.

Abbot Dinguang, who hated Xu Qing to the extreme, although he didn't spare his words, didn't show any real action in his hands.

The monks before him were all afraid of death. They all wanted to conserve their energy to face the upcoming heavenly punishment; how could they be willing to waste their self-preservation power before that?

Xu Qing looked down on these monks from the bottom of his heart. Under the lightning disaster, those with merit still had to raise their spirits to the twelfth degree. Like these people burdened with grievances, if they could take out ten thousand merit incense, Xu Qing would consider it high praise.

It was a ten-dead-no-life situation. If they had half a bit of courage, they should have decided life and death with him before the lightning disaster descended.

Even if they lost, it would make people look at them with respect.

As for now, they were just a group of scum and dregs living in the world!

Inside Ruyi Temple, when the thunderclouds gathered to a certain extent, the surging and disordered black clouds suddenly began to reverse, then formed a huge vortex.

Electric arcs flickered inside the vortex, and the shape looked like the eye opened by the Heavenly Duke. Xu Qing and the others all felt their own energy locked by an invisible force.

Unable to dodge, unable to escape.

Xuanyu, as the source of the lightning disaster, felt much more pressure than Xu Qing and the others.

"Xuanyu, don't save incense! If the incense is gone, we can earn it again!"

Xu Qing understood his cat. Before it was with him, it wandered around and never lived a wealthy life, let alone incense freedom.

This also caused Xuanyu's character of being calculating and very frugal.

When Guan Dazhuang used incense to transform into a human, Xu Qing saw that Xuanyu was very moved, but when it learned that transforming into a human required consuming incense all the time to maintain, it decisively gave up the idea.

Even later, when the Cat Immortal Hall gradually became wealthy under the management of Immortal Xu and it, Xuanyu still couldn't bear to use that incense. Only when Xu Qing was not around would it take out a little incense to transform into a human, but it was only to the extent of experiencing it for a little while before returning to its original form.

Now that the incense of the Cat Immortal Hall has reached millions, under Xu Qing's guidance, Xuanyu is finally willing to withdraw incense to maintain the transformation.

Even so, when Xuanyu was at the mortuary, it would still possess Sun Erniang's body to save expenses.

Compared to Xuanyu, every time Xu Qing withdrew incense, he was almost extravagant. He even asked Xuanyu about this.

At that time, Xuanyu said: "Others don't care, but if Immortal Xu uses it, I will work hard to accumulate incense so that Immortal Xu has incense to use every time."

A cat that relies on catching mice and managing rat infestations to earn incense—even if it works hard, how much incense can it save in a year?

However, all of Xuanyu's incense could be taken out for Xu Qing.

Now that it is Xuanyu's turn to cross the tribulation, the incense Xu Qing earned must be saved for it to use!

Perhaps because he opened his ears, Abbot Dinguang, with his big ears hanging down to his shoulders, heard the conversation between Xu Qing and Xuanyu from far away.

The old monk, who harbored resentment toward Xu Qing, couldn't help but sneer: "Only incense with merit can resist heavenly punishment. The incense accumulated by a big temple in a year is only one hundred thousand. The incense containing merit is even one in a hundred. You want to use incense to cross the tribulation; that is wishful thinking!"

Xu Qing raised his brows, looked sideways at Abbot Dinguang, and asked curiously: "Bald monk, how much incense is in your Cizhao Temple?"

"My temple has accumulated millions of incense over decades!"

"How much merit incense is there?" Xu Qing asked directly.

Ordinary incense is useless; at most, it can only be used to make some low-level magic tools or some incense tokens.

Facing the disaster, the Heavenly Duke will not recognize this ordinary incense!

"My Cizhao Temple is a big temple. Merit incense is counted in tens of thousands. If it weren't for a crazy monk who spent a lot of incense privately two years ago, the merit incense in my temple would be more than ten thousand now!"

Abbot Dinguang opened his mouth full of vulgarity, as if those merit incense were not merit, but gold and silver treasures used to show off his wealth.

"Coming from a wild temple like you, I think you won't see such a huge amount in your life." After saying these words, Abbot Dinguang was so proud!

It's just that this old monk didn't tell the whole truth. The truth was that the only merit incense in Cizhao Temple was earned by a crazy monk who was taken in by the temple many years ago.

The crazy monk stayed in the temple for two years and saved tens of thousands of incense, but because he was too maverick, he was excluded by the monks and later had to leave Cizhao Temple.

If there were no crazy monk, the merit incense in Cizhao Temple would probably not even be a thousand!

Accumulated less than ten thousand merit incense in decades?

Xu Qing withdrew his gaze and chuckled.

How immoral must a big temple in a commandery be to not even save ten thousand incense in decades?

Even the excellent employees under Xu Qing, Guan Dazhuang, Sun Erzhuang, and Gu Zixu, could earn ten thousand incense in a year of running around.

From this, it can be seen how rotten Cizhao Temple has become.

At the second quarter of the Shen hour, the pressure gathered above Ruyi Temple finally reached its limit.

However, compared to the heavenly thunder Xu Qing faced back then, this time the Yin thunder was clearly much weaker in momentum.

Xu Qing felt naked prejudice!

When he crossed the tribulation at the imperial mausoleum, the thunderclouds brewed for a full hour. That posture clearly meant to take his life!

Look at Xuanyu's heavenly punishment again. Except for being a few points stronger than the Yin thunder encountered by ordinary demon cultivators due to the appearance of the Cizhao Temple monks, there was nothing special about it.

Feeling the energy locked on himself, Xu Qing's brows furrowed slightly.

This Heavenly Dao doesn't seem very intelligent. How could he, someone who does good deeds every day, receive more "care" than those fake monks who have done many evils?

Xu Qing unfolded the blood lake Dharma Realm, and the Baosheng Niangniang Dharma image manifested again.

The misty incense from the Dharma Realm enveloped Xu Qing, setting off the Baosheng Niangniang, who was already beyond the mortal world, to be even more ethereal and holy.

Abbot Dinguang and Zen Master Jinghai sensed the incense power overflowing from Xu Qing.

The other party's wish incense seemed to be purer and cleaner than what the crazy monk earned by doing good deeds!

Look at the cat demon beside Xu Qing again—a big demon with soaring demonic energy, actually faintly emitting golden light of merit?

Abbot Dinguang's face was extremely ugly. Besides disbelief, there was endless jealousy in his heart.