On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1721: One machine in hand is better than everything

When the onlookers heard about the magic fight, they were surprised and excited.

They had only heard of this word from the older generation or storytellers, but had never seen it.

Taoist Priest Kunshan was a little hesitant. After all, he didn't really know any magic and didn't know how to fight.

The abbot smiled at him and said, "Master, you wouldn't dare, would you?"

People all around immediately started to make a fuss.

"I don't think he dares."

"I almost killed someone while treating him, how dare I fight him now?"

"Master, if you are a man, fight me!"

Many men can't stand this excitement.

Taoist priests are no exception.

He was filled with energy and blood: "Okay, old monk, how do you say we fight?"

The abbot stroked his beard and said, "I don't know what the Taoist priest can do. How about this, just pick two simple ones."

Yan Ruyu also listened curiously. The abbot only said that there was a way, but did not elaborate on what it was.

She also didn't know what the abbot was competing for with this fake Taoist priest.

Then I heard the abbot say: "We always talk about the present, the past, and the future. Time flies and the past cannot be retrieved. But I think we can try to retrieve it."

There was silence all around, and everyone listened to him.

"Why don't we lead everyone to catch up with what happened just now, and each person will perform a ritual to repeat what was said just now."

Taoist Priest Kunshan was confused: "What do you mean?"

The abbot patiently explained: "The words just now are reproduced in their original tone."

He stretched out his hand and made a grabbing gesture: "Grab back what you just said."

The Taoist priest from Kunshan was dumbfounded when he heard this. How could this be possible?

If he could tell someone's fortune or take someone's pulse, he might be able to find a partner and take advantage of the situation, but he had never even heard of something like what the abbot said.

How does this compare?

The abbot blinked his eyes: "Master, you can't use this kind of magic, right? We Buddhists believe in predestined people, predestined with people, predestined with heaven, and able to communicate with the Buddha in the West, pull back time a little bit, let all living beings have an epiphany, and no longer indulge in vanity, can you not?"

The last four words were light, yet they felt like a heavy blow.

Yan Ruyu almost laughed out loud. The abbot was really evil. What he said was a mess. He pretended to be profound and talked nonsense to confuse the other party.

After all this talk, isn’t this just a recording?

This guy must have started recording before.

However, I didn’t hear him say he had a recorder or anything, so what did he use to record?

The Taoist priest from Kunshan really didn't know how to do it and had never even heard of it. But after listening to what the abbot said, his curiosity was aroused. He also wanted to see what time was like and how to catch what was said before.

He knew he shouldn't agree, but he couldn't resist the clamor from all around him and his own curiosity.

The abbot continued, "In addition to the sounds, there are also small paintings. By drawing small paintings, the scene just now is recreated."

Now the people were even more curious and couldn't wait to see the abbot display his magical powers.

Even if the Taoist priest Kunshan didn't want to agree, he had to agree.

"Since we are going to compete, we can't do it here. Let's go to the Parkson Building. There is a big stage there, which is convenient for everyone to watch and be a witness."

Parkson's is a restaurant they often go to for dinner, and it just so happens that they can eat there after finishing their work.

Everything needed is ready and just lying there.

The crowd went to Baisheng Building in a mighty manner.

The silver ingots in the Parkson Building had been prepared long ago. When they saw the crowd coming over here from the second-floor window, they quickly ordered people to prepare them.

The stage was clean and the surroundings were spacious, just waiting for the spectators to take their seats.

Yan Ruyu was mixed in the crowd and saw a flash of light in the abbot's sleeves, and the abbot seemed to have discovered Qiu Keshi's carriage.

When they arrived at the Baisheng Building, everyone took their seats in the stands, and the abbot and Taoist priest Kunshan went on stage.

"Master, are you going to come first, or am I?"

The Taoist priest Kunshan didn't know what was going on, so he just said, "You go first."

The abbot was not surprised: "Then I won't refuse, I will catch the sound first."

"Come on, set up the incense table."

The shopkeeper and the waiter in Baisheng had already received instructions about the silver ingots. When they heard the abbot's call, they hurriedly set up the prepared incense table.

After a while, the table, incense and candles were ready.

The abbot lit incense, bowed in a proper manner, and offered incense, mumbling something under his breath, but no one could hear what he was saying.

There was silence all around, and everyone held their breath.

After the abbot finished his lecture, he began to perform on the stage, first walking around the stage twice, then walking back twice, then standing in the middle with a serious look, arms straight, legs bent...

Yan Ruyu looked at it and wondered why the movements looked so familiar. She took a closer look and realized that they were some of the movements from the radio gymnastics.

The abbot practiced a few moves, then suddenly stopped, clasped his hands together, and stopped moving.

Taoist Priest Kunshan looked at him motionlessly.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe one or two minutes, maybe three or five minutes.

It was quiet all around, and when everyone was holding their breath, time seemed to lose its accuracy.

Even my breathing slowed down.

Suddenly, bursts of Buddhist sounds came from somewhere, coming from far away and getting louder and louder. The sound did not come from a certain place, but seemed to be surrounding the restaurant.

Everyone stared with eyes wide open, not daring to make a sound.

The solemnity of the Sanskrit chanting made them dare not act rashly.

The Taoist priest from Kunshan was also startled, his throat choked slightly, and he did not dare to interrupt.

The Sanskrit sound lasted for a total of five or six minutes, gradually becoming smaller and smaller, from near to far, and then gradually disappearing.

Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, they saw the abbot squatting in a horse stance, his eyes wide open, and grabbing into the air with both hands.

It seems like it has caught something.

Then I heard voices coming from above again.

"It is a bit troublesome to exorcise this kind of evil creature... Even if it costs some cultivation, we should eliminate it and not let it bring harm to the world."

"I can perform the ritual, but there are two prerequisites. First, prepare some things for the ritual. I will make a list."

"Second, we must get rid of Zhuangzi as soon as possible."

"He was possessed by an evil spirit. Taking this medicine will force the evil spirit out, so he will naturally vomit blood. Once the blood is vomited out, he will be cured."

The people opened their eyes wide and looked at Taoist Master Kunshan in disbelief.

They all followed in from the shop door and watched the whole process. They heard all these words.

And this voice... is clearly that of Taoist Priest Kunshan, and these are the words he said.

Moreover, these words were said before the shopkeeper vomited blood and just after he vomited blood, and the abbot had not arrived yet!

Now, not to mention the common people, even "Shopkeeper Yu", the silver ingots, and even Taoist Priest Kunshan himself, were a little confused.

I believe the abbot really has this ability.

It's really amazing.

Yan Ruyu smiled secretly. As expected, she guessed it right. It was a recording. She was really confused. Although the abbot did not have a recorder, he had a cell phone.

A phone in hand is better than anything else.

What can't be done?

Interestingly, he also specifically recorded the incident in which the Taoist priest from Kunshan asked Manager Yu to sell the farm.

It seems that the abbot must have another trick up his sleeve.

She couldn't help but become interested and wanted to know how the abbot would paint this small picture.