Ling Yi followed the pilgrimage procession and walked towards the Ksitigarbha Gate.

The monks on both sides looked at the pilgrim with indifference.

In their eyes, these people are just tools to contribute to their sects. Just like pigs and sheep raised by those people in the secular world.

What good face does the people of the Dizang Sect have to do with pigs and sheep?

An old man, covered in rags and hunched body, finally knocked one after another in three steps and bowed one after another in five steps, and walked tremblingly to the top of the steps and reached the door of Dizang Gate.

"Amitabha, I am a monk who is imagining, dare you ask the old donor what he is saying?" A young monk with a compassionate look stepped forward and walked to the old man.

When the old man saw the Guanxiang monk coming to ask, he couldn't help feeling a little flattered and smiled happily. There was a hint of trembling in his old voice and said tremblingly:

"Master, I want to enter the temple gate and worship the Buddha statue."

The monk Guanyin nodded and said, "The Buddha has a destined person to live in. The old donor has a Buddha's heart. I will naturally welcome you! If you are invited to come here and put on an incense stick, if you are sincere, you will naturally be able to do it."

The visual monk's face was full of smiles, showing compassion. The so-called appearance was born from the heart, which made these pilgrimage secular people feel that they were respected unprecedentedly.

When Ling Yi saw this scene, he couldn't help but sneer.

In terms of martial arts, these monks are not considered to be of high power. Most of them are around the Tiangang Realm, and there are even few who have reached the half-step True Lord.

Obviously, it is to deal with these secular people.

However, these monks have gentle words but their skin is well born.

It was simply born for the storefront.

Obviously, these people have been carefully selected and specially been specially selected by the powerful people of the Dizang Sect.

"Okay, OK, OK!"

The old man said three good words in a row and followed the monk Guanyin to the side.

The monk Guanxiang took the old man to a registration desk. Behind the registration desk was a cauldron with a diameter of more than three meters, and was densely filled with incense burning.

Among them, the careful Ling Yi discovered that the colors of these incense burning are different.

It is divided into seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple.

"Old donor, please contribute your kindness to my Buddha!" ​​The monk Guanyin said with a smile. In fact, there was always an unconcealed contempt in his eyes.

Others can't see it, but Ling Yi can see it clearly.

The old man nodded and took out a broken spirit stone the size of a little finger from his arms. This spirit stone was obviously a fragment of a low-grade spirit stone, and even a complete low-grade spirit stone could not reach.

The old man regarded it as a treasure. After taking it out, he blew it out and slowly placed it in front of the monk Guanyin, looking at the monk Guanyin with great hope.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the old man took out the broken spirit stone, the face of the monk Guanxiang suddenly changed.

The whole person was stunned.

"Master, where is my fragrance? I know that this little spirit stone is really shabby, but it has been preserved by me for a year. In order to come to Ksitigarbha, I personally worship Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and pray for peace for my grandson's illness. I have been away for three months, and I hope the master can make me fulfill my wish!"

The old man seemed a little embarrassed, wiped his pockets that were cleaner than his butt with both hands, and said to the Guanyin monk with a pleading tone.

The monk Guanxiang said nothing and forced a smile. A light flashed in his hand, and he took out a red incense and handed it to the old man.

When the old man saw the red incense burning, his face changed drastically and said hurriedly: "Master, only those who burn incense burning above can he personally kneel down to worship Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Master, don't joke with me! Although I give little charity, my heart is extremely sincere!"

The monk Guanxiang shook his head, his face turned solemn, and he shouted:

"This is what the Bodhisattva means. Don't bother with him. If you are sincere, the Bodhisattva will naturally appear! The same is true for you to burn incense outside. If you are entangled again, be careful that the Bodhisattva will punish you! Let your grandson be plagued by all kinds of illnesses!"

When the old man heard this, his dirty face suddenly turned pale, as if he was scared.

After a long time, he sighed and took the red incense, without saying a word, his face full of sadness.

The monk Guanyin spoke very well. On the one hand, he did not use force on the elderly, and on the other hand, he made the elderly retreat without any entanglement.

Then, another man in luxury clothes came forward and took out a top-grade spirit stone.

This man is obviously a rich man in the world, rich and powerful, with a stinky face.

The monk's face suddenly bloomed like a flower, and he hurriedly said, "The donor is destined to be with me Buddha! Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will bless you!"

Immediately, he took out a purple incense and handed it to the rich man.

The rich man held his head high and his chest was extremely arrogant.

After burning incense, several monks immediately came up and invited the rich to come to the temple to worship.

When the old man on the side saw this scene, he couldn't help but burst into tears and cried secretly, but he didn't dare to disrespect the Bodhisattva, so he had to pray secretly and kowtow to the temple gate of the Ksitigarbha Gate.

Soon, it was Ling Yi.

Ling Yi was unique and did not bow to others like others. He walked up the steps step by step, so he seemed out of place.

All this also fell into the eyes of Guanxian Monk and others.

These monks sneered in their hearts, thinking that when Ling Yi came up, they would directly label Ling Yi. If Ling Yi dared to resist, then the Dizang Sect would not be a vegetarian.

"This donor, as he walked along the way, seems to have no sincerity towards the Buddha!" ​​The monk Guanxiang stepped forward, looked at Ling Yi, and said with a smile.

"Hell is not empty, and you will never become a Buddha! This is what Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said back then. Since Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is worshipped here, how can you still regard yourself as a Buddha? The great monk, how did you fart the words of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

Ling Yi looked up and down at the Guanxiang Monk and spoke without hesitation.

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