Gushan Temple, the setting sun is like blood.

Gushan's abbot was slowly cleaning the abbot's outdoor courtyard with a broom. It has never changed for decades.

He would do this at this time every day, but today his steps were a little staggering, and when he swept the floor, no one had disturbed him, but today, not far away, there were a group of people with worried faces standing.

The work that can be done with just one stick of incense on weekdays is only half burned today. When it was half swept, the abbot Gushan leaned against the broom and coughed violently. Then he took out his handkerchief and spit a blood clot on it.

"Master, why don't you scan today? I'll help you with the rest." A monk walked quickly to the abbot of Gushan and said with concern.

"Yes, Master, you'd better go back to retreat to heal your wounds. If the best treatment time is delayed, it will probably be difficult to recover in the future." The Dragon Lord also whispered from the side.

Gushan's abbot didn't plan to pay attention to the monk's words. Seeing that the Dragon Lord was talking, he immediately turned around and said to the Dragon Lord: "Amitabha, life and death are destined. Lord Dragon should not worry. This little injury will not send me away. But if I go into seclusion, it will probably take three or five years. My ability is enough to strengthen my body."

When the abbot Gushan spoke, there was an unconcealable loneliness in his eyes.

Indeed, he thought that his martial arts had reached its peak, but he was defeated by the unknown Lao Hu.

Moreover, he knew that Lao Hu did not reach this level by relying on his own cultivation. Later, when he was chatting with Xiao Potian, he knew that Lao Hu was just an ordinary person who combined a series of high-tech products.

Abbot Gushan was feeling like a speed scribe who met a computer and knew that even if he tried his best, he would be hard to match. Since this was the case, there was no need to further improve the copying technology.

"Master, I saw that the casualties in Gushan Temple are very heavy. In order not to disturb the masters' recuperation, let's say goodbye." The Dragon Lord bowed to the abbot of Gushan and said softly.

Lord Dragon is a person who respects Buddhism, especially when he thought that Xiao Potian's ability could lead the Dragon Kingdom to a better future, he had thought of converting to Buddhism many times. If Xiao Potian hadn't had strong opposition, he would have lived a life of being accompanied by a blue lamp.

Originally, it was the best choice to set up a command center in Gushan Temple, but the Dragon Lord did not want the war to disturb the tranquility of Buddhism, so he planned to find a new place.

The abbot of Gushan waved his hand and said softly: "When your heart is calm, the Buddhist temple will naturally be quiet. Gushan Temple has been stained with blood, and you are now the Buddha who eliminates demons and protects the way. From now on, the Thousand Buddha Hall and the Pagoda will be used by you. I am merciful, and you can do whatever you want."

"Master...Is this... OK? We are doing something to kill people." The Dragon Lord said in surprise.

In commanding a war with the purpose of killing in the temple, the Dragon Lord felt a little out of place. He did not expect that the abbot of Gushan would agree to let them do so.

"Amitabha, didn't my junior brother say that you are killing demons and saving people, not killing but saving lives. If the donor believes in Buddhism, he needs to keep the Buddha in his heart rather than in his mouth."

After saying that, the abbot Gushan waved his hand and continued to wave the broom with difficulty.

The Dragon Lord owed his body and turned around and left with Guan Fei and the others.

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