The wind is blowing hard

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

The wind is blowing hard

The area of ​​the temple is much larger than expected, and the specifications are also very high.

The Bell and Drum Tower, the Main Hall, the East and West Side Halls, the Tathagata Hall, and the Great Compassion Hall. The buildings are lined up in rows and have everything you need. However, in such a large temple, there are no people offering incense and worshiping Buddha inside.

You know, this time is no different from other seasons. It is the end of the year and the beginning of the new year. It is also the time for people to burn incense and pray.

For example, not far away is the Daciyanfu Palace, where people with incense are eager to break through the threshold.

But here, it is deserted, except for monks, who are monks, and these monks are also very thin, and they don't look very attractive at first glance, which is different from the common image of monks with a big belly.

Of course, it is not difficult to understand that this situation would occur. After all, this is Wang Zhen's temple. There is Wang Zhen's Jingzhong Temple in the temple, and there is even a statue of this eunuch in the temple.

Coming here to offer incense means bad luck.

Jingzhong Temple is located to the north of the temple, and Zhu Houzhao obviously chose the location for the cannon fire here.

In the center of the ancestral hall is a large statue made of incense wood. In front of the statue is a confession. According to regulations, an incense burner should be placed in the middle of the confession.

But by this time the incense burner had long been thrown aside, replaced by an oversized firecracker.

There were many people in the ancestral hall, and most of them were monks.

The monks in the temple naturally disagreed with the banditry of setting off firecrackers in the temple, not to mention that the firecrackers were so big that they were several times thicker than the largest incense stick in the temple.

The old monk, the abbot of the temple, obviously knew who was the leader among these people. He walked up to Zhu Houzhao, bowed his head politely, and then said secretly: "Amitabha, donor, this is a clean temple."

It is a place where Buddhist temples accumulate good works. It is not beautiful to set off cannons here. If it disturbs the purity of the temple and is burdened with sins, I am afraid that even the Buddha will blame it. I hope the donor will think twice."

Zhu Houzhao obviously heard the threat in these words. He immediately waved his hand, and the big and round guards pulled out the sabers at their waists. The bright blades looked very sharp.

The old monk's eyelids twitched slightly, and he recognized that these men were holding embroidered spring knives. In this way, the identity of this group of people was easily revealed, Jinyiwei.

Moreover, the status of these Jinyiwei is not ordinary. After all, not every Jinyiwei can own the Xiuchundao. Ordinary Jinyiwei definitely do not have this kind of treatment. Those who can wear Xiuchundao must be at least a hundred households.

There were hundreds of royal guards serving as guards, and the abbot felt that he couldn't afford to offend him even if he thought about it.

So he lowered his eyebrows and sang another Buddhist chant, "Amitabha, donor, please help yourself. It doesn't matter if it disturbs the purity. I will lead the monks in the temple to pray for the donor."

After that, he called the monks and turned around and left. The other monks couldn't understand and were filled with indignation, "Abbott, these people are bad guests, why are we waiting for you?"

"Silence."

The old monk had a high prestige. As soon as he said this, many monks stopped talking and followed him out reluctantly.

"Master, look, this firecracker looks like a stick of incense."

As he said that, Zhu Houzhao had already taken out the Huozhezi from his arms, and the guard on the side hurried forward upon seeing this, "Your Highness, this thing is dangerous, it's better to be humble, you still"

"Go, wait outside, I will do it myself."

Before the other party could finish what he said, Zhu Houzhao immediately shouted him down and worked hard. What happened if the firecracker he finally made was clicked by someone else?

He had to come in person, and he wasn't worried about being injured. After all, the lead was more than two meters long.

Zhu Houzhao took the huozhezi, pulled out the cap plug, and blew on the huozhuzi, and a red light immediately appeared on it.

Then, he pointed the fire stick at the lead wire with a fearless expression.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

The fuse ignited and sparks began to fly. He turned around and ran as fast as a horse, like a rabbit with an arrow in its butt.

That's it, I didn't forget to shout, "Master, run!"

These words were completely redundant. Xia Yuan was not stupid and bold like him. As early as when Zhu Houzhao pulled out the cap plug, he took the little shepherd's purse and hid far away.

At least it is dozens of meters away from the Jingzhong Temple.

The group of monks were closest to Jingzhong Temple, and they were only a few meters away.

At this time, those who had beads were turning the beads, their hands without beads were clasped together, and their lips were all moving, probably reciting Buddhist sutras.

"Hey, masters, please move back, be careful not to blow you up."

Xia Yuan shouted kindly. For some reason, he kept feeling his right eyelid twitching and had an ominous premonition. However, the monks seemed not to have heard and kept chanting sutras on their own.

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao also ran out at the lead, followed by the guards and Gu Dayong. After running a distance of about twenty meters, he shouted to Xia Yuan: "Master

, why are you running like this?"

Half the story.

Boom!

There was a deafening loud noise, and everyone even felt that the ground beneath their feet seemed to be shaking.

And in this loud noise like thunder, a huge mushroom cloud rose from the ground, and dust mixed with countless gravel fell like raindrops, covering the nearby area in smoke.

Zhu Houzhao, who was more than twenty meters away, was staggered by the shock and almost fell to the ground. Not to mention the monks who were chanting sutras, they finally felt frightened at this time, realizing that the Buddha could not do this.

Protect yourself during the scene. If you can run, run away; if you can't run, just lie down on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of dust, soil, and gravel fell on them.

Everyone felt suffocated, their ears were buzzing for a while, and their minds suddenly turned white.

Xia Yuan and the two were the furthest away, so they were not harmed, but they still felt deafened for a moment. Zhao Yuerong was so frightened that his face turned pale and he didn't dare to move.

After the smoke and dust dispersed, everyone discovered that the main hall of Jingzhong Temple had collapsed, and even the surrounding side halls had been affected. The place was in a mess, and several places were even on fire.

At this time, Xia Yuan was already stunned. Damn it, why is this thing so powerful?

Mononitrate, disulfide, charcoal, and some sugar.

Although he knew this, he never had the opportunity to play like this in his previous life. It wasn't because he couldn't afford sugar. The reason was that when he knew this, he was no longer allowed to fire cannons.

But in this life, he felt that it was just black gunpowder. Even if it was ten kilograms, no matter how big it was, it would be enough to kill an invincible and enhanced version of the Thunder King.

But this isn't the King of Thunder, it's the detonator.

I'm afraid something is going to happen if it causes so much damage.

No, I have to run away quickly.

Thinking of this, Xia Yuan didn't hesitate anymore, and while everyone was on their backs or stunned, he pulled Xiao Qizi and ran away.

No one noticed that at this time, everyone was watching the scene after the explosion in great horror. The scene just now was like the earth shattering, making everyone feel fear spreading in their hearts.

After a while, Zhu Houzhao finally came to his senses and shook the dust on his head vigorously. However, he didn't mind at all and instead laughed excitedly with his hands on his hips.

After he had laughed enough, he remembered to look for Xia Yuan. He could actually create such a powerful firecracker. For this master, he only had admiration in his heart.

However, after searching around, Zhu Houzhao was stunned. Where was the person?

While he was in a daze, he realized something belatedly: he seemed to have blown up the Jingzhong Temple built by Emperor Yingzong.

Moreover, this Zhihua Temple is not remote, and is even located in the downtown area of ​​Dongcheng, which means that people from the government will be here soon.

"Quick, quick, follow me. We can't stay here anymore."
Chapter completed!