"Amitabha, female donor, the temple is already full of believers, please do not squeeze in." A middle-aged monk with a greasy face came and stopped Shen Luo.
"Master, please forgive me. My husband admired Master Jiang Liu very much during his lifetime and always wanted to listen to his teachings in person. Unfortunately, he never had the chance to come. Now that he has unfortunately passed away, I have brought his ashes here to fulfill his wish. I ask the master to help me and arrange a seat close to you." Shen Luo raised the wooden box in his hand and said these words sadly.
"Is that so? The female donor is fulfilling a vow for her deceased husband, so my request should be granted. But there are many believers in the temple now, and I cannot break the rules just for you." The middle-aged monk quickly glanced at Shen Luo's body, then immediately put away his lustful eyes and said seriously.
Shen Luo was furious and felt a chill. He wanted to take out the dragon horn spike and hit the monk hard, but now he could only endure it.
"I know that this matter has put the master in a difficult position. This is a small gift to you. Please be flexible." He took out a cloth bag containing several pieces of fairy jade and handed it to the middle-aged monk.
When the middle-aged monk heard the clinking sound of the fairy jade in the cloth bag, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and he put it into his sleeve without making a sound.
"Amitabha, since the female donor is so sincere, please follow me." The middle-aged monk chanted the Buddha's name and took Shen Luo into a monk's building next to the square.
After passing through the building, the two of them suddenly appeared near the platform where Jiang Liu was giving lectures. There was a small open space with dozens of cushions placed on the ground, most of which were already occupied.
Judging from their clothes, these people are all from wealthy families, so it seems that this place is a special seat.
Shen Luo was secretly delighted to see that they could sit so close. He thanked the middle-aged monk and found a cushion to sit down.
The middle-aged monk did not stay here for long and quickly retreated.
After Shen Luo sat down, he immediately sensed the movements around him.
Although the fox skin talisman was exquisite, he was not sure that he could hide it from everyone. After all, whether it was Master Hai Shi or Jiang Liu, their strength was unfathomable, so he had to fight quickly and decisively.
Jiang Liu was very powerful, so he didn't dare to use his spiritual sense to test him rashly.
Although he didn't use his spiritual sense, Shen Luo still had a very sharp detection ability. He quickly realized that there was no one watching around and immediately prepared to take action.
“… The Tathagata’s teachings are of one form and one flavor, namely, the form of liberation, the form of detachment, the form of extinction…” Jiang Liu’s voice of preaching could be heard from the treasure tent on the high platform.
"Hey! This voice seems a little wrong." Shen Luo's eyes suddenly flashed.
There were some subtle differences between this preaching voice and Jiang Liu's voice that he had heard before. If Gu Hualing had not reminded him, he would not have noticed this.
Shen Luo was suspicious, but couldn't figure out the reason for a moment, so he didn't think much about it. He took out five talismans, which were the Qingfeng Pozhuan Talisman, and crushed them quietly.
Suddenly, a green light flashed in the void near the platform, and a green whirlwind dozens of feet high appeared out of nowhere, like a huge tornado, making a whistling sound, and swept across the treasure tent on the platform.
The treasure tent immediately began to tremble violently and was about to be blown away.