A temple, surrounded by soldiers and armor, and forests of swords and spears.

A chilling and tragic atmosphere quietly filled the surrounding area.

All the monks in the temple, including the Huo Gong Taoist monks, were driven into the main hall.

In the center of the hall, the tall Buddha has a compassionate face, overlooking all the living beings below, maintaining his eternal posture.

"General, this is a pure place, please withdraw your troops."

The old monk in charge was twisting his rosary beads. Compared with the panicked monks behind him, he was the calmest.

The soldiers and horses surrounding the temple came from the Xia army under General Hei. Now they were so powerful that they defeated the Tang army and captured the city.

Just by looking at their fierce auras and the faint scent of blood on their armor, swords and guns, you can tell that they are first-class elites.

Although there are warrior monks in the temple, facing such a large army and resisting rashly will only lead to death.

Therefore, the only hope lies in how the host negotiates with the other general.

The Xia army general who took the lead was stern and wore a ghost mask, so his expression could not be seen clearly.

He ignored the host's inquiry and stood quietly.

"President, it's better to fight with them."

The tall old monk behind the host, with thin and strong joints all over his body, whispered to the host.

He is the presiding disciple and the chief instructor of the three hundred monks in the temple

"If we can't fight, today's fate has already been doomed."

After hearing this, the host shook his head, "...it's coming soon."

Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong

Footsteps sounded, Xia Jun's formation split open, and a monk walked out of it

Seeing that the visitor was a monk, the monks in the temple became commotion, thinking they had met a savior.

After the host saw it, he couldn't help but say "Amitabha", his tone was full of despair.

The monk was on the thin side and could not withstand the wind, but he was graceful, walked softly, and did not scatter dust.

But in the eyes of the host, this monk is more terrifying than the evil spirits in hell.

"Junior brother, help me quickly."

He took a few steps back, his knees became weak, and he fell into the arms of the tall old monk.

The Maitreya Messenger is actually the Maitreya Messenger, the most vicious lackey under the Black Maitreya.

The monks in this temple belong to the Buddhist branch, are peaceful by nature, and belong to the Ming Dynasty camp.

They have also heard secret rumors about the existence of pagodas, especially the most notorious lineage of Black Maitreya.

"President, it's rude to borrow this precious land for use."

The Maitreya messenger said politely, "The poor monk Yan Ti has been troubled a lot today."

The host's voice was trembling, "You, what are you going to do?"

"..."

Maitreya messenger Yan Ti, but did not answer again. He walked in front of the Gao Da Buddha statue and stopped watching for a while.

"This is the Buddha you worshiped every night?"

As soon as the words fell, he made a behavior that everyone expected.

Yan Ti took the cuffs, tied the monk's robe, and made a gesture of dryness.

"What are you doing, stop your hands, stop your hands."

The host was shocked, and the monks behind them also screamed with sorrow.

Maitreya messenger Yan Ti, standing next to the lotus seat, pressing his hands on the Buddha statue, launching hard.

The general Xia Jun outside the temple suddenly heard a thunderous roar, and looked at the source subconsciously.

Not from the sky, but close at hand, in the courtyard wall.

Boom!

In the hall, the dust is flying, and the fragrant gray splashes!

The huge Buddha statue was pushed down to the ground by Yan Ti and fell into countless pieces.

"Evil thief, blasphemy, you want to go to hell."

Yan Ti smiled, stepped on the lotus seat step by step, sitting on the empty countertop, and the thin body was slightly empty.

He is high, overlooking the monks below, all kinds of expressions, anger, panic, blank, etc.

"Thieves, roll me down."

The Gao Monk couldn't hold back, rushed out of the crowd, overturned the table, grabbed the table foot.

He shot his best to sweep the Maitreya messenger.

Yan Ti blinked slightly, and everyone was flowing in front of the table, for the table to explode into countless wood chips, and a figure flew out.

The tall monk fell to the ground, spit out the crimson fragments in the large group, and died in Voldemort.

"I look at the people, just like the Buddha's view of sentient beings, one view equality."

Yan Ti looked at the crying monks who were crying below, as well as the angry monks with anger, and said indifferently.

"Everyone, you can be willing to enter my Maitreya, and join us for a grand event?"

The host was supported by the monks, shook his head and said, "Impossible, relieve the sand gate, do not worship the evil Buddha."

"Okay, the Tao is firm, the poor monks admire."

Yan Ti nodded towards the Xia Jun general, "Please take them out for annoyance, and surpass me."

Xia, who has been standing in the place, will move, countless soldiers behind him, hold up, capture all the monks and drag them outside the temple.

There were also monks who rose to resist. However, they were empty in both hands and were surrounded by the Xiabing.

The crying outside the courtyard last lasted for more than half an hour before stopping.

Xia will come to the temple in front of the temple with a strong blood gas, "It's clean."

"Well, you know."

Yan Ti was sitting on the lotus seat, and gradually, there was a trace of compassion on his face, just like the Buddha statue that was just.

The crow sounds, this kind of rotten bird has more and more gathered outside the temple.

They hovered in the air, and they couldn't wait to start a feast.

The Buddha statue of the corner of the main hall, looking outside the temple, maintains the ancient compassion.

"”! "

A few frogs rang, echoing in the quiet hall.

The messenger toad returned. He stood in the middle of the hall and looked at the Maitreya messenger Yan Ti in the lotus seat.

"Can this trip be smooth?"

"Everything is smooth, all the altars have expressed listening or ordering, but ..."

Hearing this, Yan Ti frowned, "What happened?"

"Red flowers are divided into altars, and the whole army is overwhelmed. When I returned, I had destroyed it into flat ground, and there was no alive on the top and bottom."

"Who is the division?"

"The fake monk of the bandit, Golden Rulai."

"That's the talent, no wonder the division of the altar is overwhelming, not even a message."

The Taoist sighed, "Coincidentally, I was a guest at the altar at the time, and as soon as I left the front foot, the back feet were destroyed."

Yan Ti waved his hand, "Don't blame you, the wind and rain, gathered in Hebei, many powerful characters appeared one after another."

"Can kill Jin Guangru, at least the level of the three major altar owners."

"Well, you run another trip, let the dividends pay more attention, say you can't want me to go out in person."

Speaking of which, he sighed, "My qualifications who are dignified, and the idea of ​​the meaning of the dismissal falls in Henan. If he is still there, I will not worry about it, but no one in my hand can be available!"

The Taoist people are solemnly standing, listening to Yan Ti said quietly.

The Maitreya messenger Yan Ti, suddenly thought of what, asked the Taoist, "Killing my brother, one is the Taoist breeze, now in Changan, what about the other?"

"Raider Zhong Langjun, is being wanted by Tang Ting, disappearing."

Yan Ti nodded, "Maybe he has nowhere to stand, and come to Hebei to make fun."

"One or two for me."

Outside the temple, the crow was holding fresh flesh and flesh, and the wings flew to the high altitude. Below below the bird's eye view was full of blood polluting bones.
Chapter completed!