"I've done some research and found that there are the most scammers on the street next to the City God's Temple." On the way, Mu Zichuan said to Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Okay, then choose a place with a lot of people to cause trouble."

City God Temple Street.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Yang Ruoqing sighed to herself, no wonder those main streets were lifeless and there were not many pedestrians in sight.

It turned out that people had all come to this street called Chenghuang Temple.

Look, it’s really lively here. There are shops one after another and small stalls on the roadside.

The sounds of hawking were coming one after another, and looking all the way from the street, all kinds of strange and weird things were put on the table for sale.

"Boss, how much does this sticker cost?"

Yang Ruoqing came to one of the small stalls, pulled out a piece of paper from a pile of colorful papers and asked.

The stall owner said: "This is not a sticker, this is a statue of Maitreya Buddha. It costs ten cents a piece!"

"Ah? Maitreya Buddha?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, looked at the thing in her hand that was similar to the image of the Kitchen God, and said, "Why does this look like the Kitchen God?"

The stall owner's expression changed and he said, "The Kitchen God has hair on his head, and Maitreya Buddha has a bald head. Even if I tell you, you don't understand."

"As long as you know that if you spend ten cents to buy this statue of Maitreya Buddha and put it in the main room, the God of Plague will not dare to spread strange diseases to your house. How about one?"

Yang Ruoqing shrugged, put the drawing paper back, turned and left.

When I was leaving, I heard the small vendor owner muttering: "I asked and didn't sell it. If Maitreya Buddha punishes me later, you will suffer the consequences."

Luo Fengtang frowned and paused. He was about to go back to find the stall owner to trouble him, but Yang Ruoqing grabbed him.

"There's no need to get angry over such a trivial matter. Look, almost everyone on this street is building momentum for Maitreya Buddha!" ​​she said.

Following her guidance, Luo Fengtang looked around.

Sure enough, there were stalls of all sizes selling all kinds of things.

What kind of dog skin plaster can cure all diseases, what kind of Shiquan exorcism and great tonic soup.

A statue of Maitreya Buddha carved from clay or carved from wood.

Some are sitting, some are standing, and some are lying down.

He has a bald head, a big and round belly, and an extremely exaggerated smile on his face.

There were several rows of stalls with clearly marked prices. A large number of people gathered in front of the stall, buying Buddha statues of different grades according to their own pockets.

The women who usually had to haggle for a pound of cabbage were now extremely generous.

"Seeing these people rushing to buy these Buddha bodies, amulets, sacred water and so on, I really feel so sad!" Mu Zichuan said slowly with his hands behind his back, looking at the bizarre scene around him.

"It's really stupid. If these clay-carved and wood-chiselled things really had that much power, there would be no birth, old age, sickness or death in this world."

"Those so-called sacred waters, to put it bluntly, are just the ashes of burned papyrus. If you drink them in your stomach, you won't be afraid of getting upset?" He murmured.

Luo Fengtang also had a solemn look on his face and said, "Didn't you hear what they said just now? Having a stomachache proves that the spell has worked, driving out the evil spirits and filth from the body."

"Hey, so many people believe this kind of rhetoric. I see that many of them are dressed like they come from a good family and have a good status!" he said.

Compared to the moods of Mu Zichuan and Luo Fengtang at this time, Yang Ruoqing seemed much calmer.

"It cannot be entirely blamed on the ignorance of the common people. Strange diseases are rampant. Even the imperial doctors at the Tai Hospital are at a loss. The common people cannot find a better way to save themselves and do not want to accept their fate. They will inevitably search for a spiritual belief at all costs.

Support yourself," she said.

"To put it bluntly, a person's life is supported by a belief."

"Without belief, people lose the courage to live."

"The Black Lotus Sect has taken a fancy to this aspect of the common people and has become their spiritual pillar."

Yang Ruoqing looked at the people in front who were rushing to buy amulets and sacred objects, and then said: "Actually, they themselves understand that these things are useless, but they will buy them. What they buy is a sustenance."

After hearing her words, Luo Fengtang and Mu Zichuan both nodded secretly and expressed their deep agreement.

Mu Zichuan said: "The purpose of our coming here is to destroy their faith and sustenance. This... is so tricky!"

Yang Ruoqing also frowned: "It's really not a pleasant thing."

"Belief is everyone's freedom. If these people go to the temple to believe in Guanyin or something, burn incense and make a wish, it doesn't matter. Anyway, they will not interfere with other people's lives, and they will not endanger the stability of the country."

"But obviously, these people mistakenly believed in the Black Lotus Sect and became the knife used by the Black Lotus Sect to attack the stability of Daqi's country."

"No matter how difficult it is, we have to bite the bullet!"

Yang Ruoqing said solemnly, a flash of determination flashed in her eyes.

She will not take things lightly, but once she takes it, she will do it to the end. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, this is her principle.

The three of them continued walking forward, ignoring the small vendors along the way and looking for their target along the way.

Ahead, there was a commotion from the crowd, with screams and cheers coming and going.

"Let's go over there and see what's going on." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang and Mu Zichuan nodded, and the two men followed her with a tacit understanding.

One on the left and one on the right, protecting her in the middle.

Yang Ruoqing squeezed into the crowd. In front of her eyes, a man in black was holding a stick and sitting cross-legged in the air more than two meters high.

Like all the onlookers around her, Yang Ruoqing was also shocked when she first saw this man dressed as a Taoist priest meditating in the air.

More than two meters high in the air, he sat there motionless.

He held a whisk in his right hand and put his left hand straight out, resting it on a stick in front of his body.

Her hair was tied into a bun on top of her head and she was wearing a black Taoist robe.

The strange thing is that according to common sense, if you are sitting in the air, the robes should be hanging down due to the gravity of the earth.

However, his Taoist robe did not hang down, and was pressed neatly under his body, as if he was sitting on the ground meditating.

Many onlookers couldn't help but bend down to see if there was a stool cushioning the Taoist priest's buttocks.

Empty.

Beside him, the sound of discussion spread, reaching Yang Ruoqing's ears.

"It's so mysterious. This Taoist priest can actually sit in the air?"

"Yes, this is the first time in my life that I have seen such a strange thing. Could it be the reincarnation of a god?"

"God? No way? He must be a martial arts master. Are there really gods in this world?"

"Brother, you don't know this..."
Chapter completed!