Just as Black Five was asking for Meton's help, the rumors about Master Luo's Resurrection Technique were spreading like wildfire in Chang 'an City.
"Breaking his body in half and moving freely."
"Swallowing arsenic in his mouth and remaining calm."
"Drowning for a moment but not dying."
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Under the watchful eyes of the public, Master Luo performed one incredible feat after another and caused a sensation in Chang 'an City.
Sima Qian once said that all women are greedy for life and hate death, and the commoners were even more so. However, after Master Luo performed the Resurrection Technique one after another, the citizens of Chang 'an City flocked to him like a flock of ducks. In a short period of time, the reputation of Buddhism in Chang' an City skyrocketed, and the number of believers increased exponentially.
In the Pan Family Restaurant, the seats that were usually filled with guests were now empty.
"Business is so bad, why aren't you out soliciting customers?" Shopkeeper Pan looked at his lazy nephew and couldn't help but scold him.
Pan Family's nephew said unhappily, "Uncle! Now that everyone is going to see Master Luo, it's time for them to become Buddhists. I heard that many people have become vegetarians. Why would they come to the restaurant to drink? "
"Then let the kitchen change to vegetarian dishes! Tell everyone that we have vegetarian banquets and make sure to invite customers over! "Shopkeeper Pan shouted.
Pan Family's nephew was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Shopkeeper Pan to come up with such a plan. He had no choice but to go out and solicit customers.
Sure enough, this plan was effective. In a short while, the entire Pan Family Restaurant was filled with customers.
"It just so happens that I'm going to pay my respects to Buddha. A vegetarian banquet is perfect." A burly man picked up a piece of vegetable with his chopsticks and ate it with relish.
Pan Family's nephew couldn't help but be stunned. He remembered that this person didn't like meat.
"It's not good to eat too much vegetarian food. The School of Medicine has always advocated eating more meat to cure night blindness." Shopkeeper Pan said sourly. How could the profits of vegetarian dishes be higher than meat dishes? If everyone ate vegetarian food, how could his restaurant make any money?
The burly man couldn't help but pause and look at the vegetarian banquet in front of him. The School of Medicine's credibility was naturally very high, especially when it was widely accepted that eating more meat could cure night blindness. However, Master Luo had the Resurrection Technique. For a moment, the burly man was in a dilemma.
"It's more important to worship Buddha now. Let's have a vegetarian feast first!" In the end, the idea of greed for life and death prevailed. Night blindness could not kill people, but the Art of Resurrection was equivalent to having one more life. Naturally, it was more important. All the customers made the same choice.
"Where is Shopkeeper Pan? This is the new special issue! "A newsboy pushed open the door and entered, placing twenty copies of the special issue on the counter.
"The Mo Family has a special issue again?" Shopkeeper Pan's heart skipped a beat. During this period of time, the special issues of the Confucian and Mo journals had been constantly appearing. Every special issue reported important content. So, he couldn't wait to pick it up and read it.
"It's the Mo Magazine again. Just hearing about the Mo Family makes me annoyed. Which of the recent issues wasn't the Mo Magazine attacking the Buddhist Sect? In the future, I won't read the Mo Magazine anymore. Shopkeeper Pan, you don't have to subscribe to it anymore," the burly man said angrily.
However, Shopkeeper Pan didn't answer. Instead, he read the contents of the special issue with a shocked expression.
"What? The so-called Art of Resurrection is actually fake? It's actually the Indian Secret Art of Yoga!" Shopkeeper Pan exclaimed in shock.
"Yoga!"
"The Art of Resurrection is fake!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
"That's impossible. It must be the Mo Family slandering Master Luo. That Master Luo came back from the dead. I saw it with my own eyes, "the burly man said in disbelief.
Shopkeeper Pan shook his head and said, "No, it's not the Mo Family this time. It's the School of Medicine! Moreover, I specially interviewed the Indian merchants in Xi City. They all heard about the Yoga and saw with their own eyes an ascetic monk with a twisted head and a folded body. "
"Then why didn't they die after entering the water for fifteen minutes? If it was an ordinary person, they would have drowned long ago," the burly man argued.
Shopkeeper Pan shook his head and said, "Sealing the water can be practiced. Although some of the old fishermen along the coast can't reach fifteen minutes, it's not much different."
"Then why didn't they die after ingesting poison? How do you explain that?" The burly man stubbornly resisted.
Shopkeeper Pan shook his head and sighed, "The Mo Magazine also said that ingesting poison is one of the cultivation methods of the Indian ascetic monks. Ingesting a small amount first, then increasing it day by day without any problems. This is what the School of Medicine calls drug resistance."
"How could this be?" The burly man couldn't believe it. He snatched the Mo Magazine and read it. Although he believed in Master Luo, there was sufficient evidence for every statement in the Mo Magazine.
"I'll beat this evil monk to death and see if he can come back from the dead!" The burly man roared and angrily rushed out. The other diners also rushed out in an imposing manner.
When Shopkeeper Pan saw that the restaurant was once again empty, he was no longer as worried as before. Instead, he revealed a knowing smile and turned his head to instruct his nephew, "Prepare more meat tomorrow. Tomorrow's business will definitely be very good."
"Where is that evil monk?"
The citizens of Chang 'an who also saw the news in the Mo Magazine walked out in anger on the streets of Chang' an. They could eat vegetarian and worship Buddha, and they could also offer incense money, but they couldn't accept being deceived by a foreign monk. Especially when the Tang dynasty was strong and powerful, the people were incomparably arrogant. How could they tolerate being fooled by a foreigner?
"Liar, you evil monk, how dare you deceive the people in public!" The crowd rushed to the street and found Master Luo who was still dressed as an ascetic monk.
"How dare you offend the Divine Monk like this? Aren't you afraid of Buddha's punishment?" The owner of the Blue Sea Horse had already disguised himself as Master Luo's follower. He couldn't help but shout when he saw the aggressive crowd.
"What Divine Monk? This man is just a liar." The burly man rushed forward and rebuked angrily.
"You saw everything with your own eyes. How could this poor monk deceive you?" Master Luo argued.
The burly man snorted and said, "What Art of Immortality? It's just the secret Indian Yoga Art. You deceived us, evil monk."
"Yoga!" When Master Luo heard this word, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that there was someone in the Tang dynasty who knew the secret Indian Yoga Art.
"Beat this evil monk to death and see if he can really come back from the dead!" The burly man roared and waved his fist forward.
The others also rushed forward and drowned Master Luo.
"Indian Yoga Art!"
The owner of the Blue Sea Horse was stunned as he looked at the silent Master Luo in the crowd. He had a premonition that Master Luo was really going to die this time.
Soon, the ambulance and constables arrived again. Coincidentally, Mo Wu and Constable Cao were leading the team this time.
This time, Mo Wu wasn't careless. He directly went forward to check Master Luo's heartbeat, blood vessels, and eyes. After a final confirmation, he stood up.
"He's really dead this time!" Mo Wu nodded and said.
"So there really isn't any Art of Immortality!" Constable Cao couldn't help but feel disappointed.
"If there really is such a Art of Immortality, then what's the point of Mo Hospital!" Mo Wu shook his head and laughed. He solemnly stood up and signed his name on the death notice.
"Sir, what should we do?" One of the constables pointed at the crowd of guilty citizens and asked carefully.
Constable Cao said unhappily, "What do you mean what should we do? This is a foreign evil monk deceiving the people. The people are punishing evil and should be rewarded. Quickly carry this evil monk to the Memorial Hall."
In Chang 'an City, the death of a person was a big deal. However, since it was a deceiver from a foreign land, no one would question him. He was courting death.
However, this time, Master Luo's death was closely related to Mo Hospital. He couldn't leave the body in the Mo Hospital's morgue. This made Mo Wu feel regretful. He was still looking forward to seeing the body structure of the foreign monk.
"Thank you, sir!"
The burly man and the rest were overjoyed and quickly left.
Soon, the streets of Chang 'an City regained their peace. However, with Master Luo's deceit, the reputation of Buddhism in the streets of Chang' an City was almost completely destroyed.
In the Great Mercy Temple, the monks were still unaware of this matter and were all beaming with joy.
"Abbot is indeed brilliant. With Master Luo's appearance, the reputation of Buddhism will definitely soar." The monks praised.
With Master Luo spreading the Art of Immortality in Chang 'an City, the reputation of Buddhism increased greatly. The increasing number of pilgrims in the Great Mercy Temple was the best evidence. Based on this trend, it wouldn't be long before the Great Mercy Temple regained its former glory.
"This is the blessing of Buddha!" Abbot Tongren couldn't help but reveal a proud smile. He couldn't help but feel proud of his plan.
"Abbot, it's not good. Master Luo is dead!" A novice monk who was in charge of gathering information ran in anxiously.
"Dead! Doesn't Master Luo know the Art of Immortality? "Abbot Tongren's smile froze on his face as he asked anxiously.
The novice monk felt wronged and said, "That foreign monk is a liar. What Art of Immortality? It's the secret art of yoga from India. Mo Magazine has already reported it."
Abbot Tongren could not help but feel dizzy. This time, he had tried to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice used to lure it. The little reputation of Buddhism had already been ruined by him. This time, he was afraid that even Master Falyn would not let him off.
"No, Buddhism still has a trump card. It will definitely be able to restore Buddhism's reputation." Suddenly, an extremely familiar voice was heard.
"Abbot Tongren!" The monks were all pleasantly surprised. Now that the Great Mercy Temple was in a state of crisis, they didn't expect Abbot Tongren to come out of seclusion.
"Abbot, please guide us and save the Great Mercy Temple." Tongren begged.
"The Buddha's Bone Sarira!" Abbot Tongren said calmly.
"Yes, the Sarira is the proof of a high monk's merit and virtue. Once the Buddha's Bone Sarira appears, the believers will naturally be convinced."
Tongren's face was filled with joy, but then he said bitterly, "But our Great Mercy Temple doesn't have the Buddha's Bone Sarira!"
Abbot Tongren said calmly, "There wasn't before, but there is now. The crisis of Buddhism arose because of our Great Mercy Temple, so naturally, I will be the one to end it. Yesterday is the result of today. This is the will of Heaven."
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