Nanyin County, Leshan, and Buddhist holy land.

There are many temple houses, with towers and mountains. From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, temples are closely connected. The Buddha statues in the hall are shiny in golden bodies and a kind face.

But many of the monks of Your Highness frowned and no longer had the peace of mind in the past.

"Amitabha, we violate the will of King Zhen. Today is the last day of the will. Brothers and sisters must not be troubled. With the secret method of subduing demons by the Vajra of My Buddha, the evil demons heretics will definitely not invade our Buddhist Pure Land."

When the first old monk clasped his hands together and spoke calmly.

The old monk has kind eyes, soft and straightforward voice, and has the power to stabilize people's hearts. He is the contemporary abbot of Leshan Temple and Master Huiding.

"Master, we are sacrificing ourselves for the Buddha, but King Zhen is powerful and his subordinates are even more cruel. If we lose, my nephew is afraid that the devil will implicate the innocent and slaughter my monks."

A bald man in his left hand robeed, his voice loudly, and he felt a faint sense of worry in his determination.

"Feepeng Sect is a lesson from the past, and thousands of church members have not been spared!"

The Han Dynasty was named Wushan. He was originally a lay disciple outside Leshan Temple. When he was in trouble this time, he could have stayed out of the matter, but he forced himself to go up the mountain, cut his hair and slaughter his hair, and gave him the name Zhizhi, and vowed to live and die with Leshan Temple.

"Amitabha Buddha, when you enter my Buddha, you should have the thought of sacrificing your body. Besides, my Buddha's Pure Land is not a hundred times stronger than this dirty land on earth?"

A black-faced monk beside Lezhi shouted with a muffled face, and his voice even shaking the Buddha statue in the hall.

This monk's Dharma name is the master of the Luohan Hall, who cultivates his body and never stops in his nature.

"When you understand the nature, the Buddha is in your heart, and the Pure Land is in your heart. If you have Buddha in your heart, there is nothing but Pure Land, don't talk nonsense."

An old monk next to Huiding spoke slowly, his voice spreading out of the dust, waving all the dust in people's hearts. He was Master Huifa, who was famous all over the world for Buddhism.

“When… when…”

Bells echoed behind, nine consecutive ringings. The bells were distant and solemn, as if they came from the Changqiong, or as if they were passed down from the ancestral courtyard of Lingshan. The bells lasted for thousands of years, scattering the sorrows and worries of people, nervousness and anxiety. It also made the monks in the temple put down their affairs, feel uneasy, put their hands together, and bowed to the Buddha.

"The bell ringing for a thousand years has not stopped for a day. After today, the bell may stop, but the bells in your hearts will never stop!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

Huiding closed his eyes and spoke slowly. The sound was in harmony with the bell body, echoing in everyone's hearts like a bronze bell.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The hundreds of monks in the hall all folded their hands together and recited the Buddha's name with their mouths, with a solemn and dignified momentum.

"Since the other party has arrived, please follow me to overcome demons and eliminate demons!"

The bell stopped, Huiding's eyes suddenly opened, and the Buddha turned into an angry Vajra Demon-Subduing Guardian, with his body upright, and his thin body swelled like an air.

After walking by a few steps, he had already left the hall, and the thin old man turned into a swelling monk.

"Abide by the presidency!"

The monks then followed the spacious and clean road in the temple and headed towards the temple gate.

"Crack..."

The big redwood door made an old sound, creaking and echoing. A woman in a red shirt, with skin as jade and long hair slowly stepped into this thousand-year-old ancient temple.

"Captain Nie, the Leshan Temple has a land of tens of thousands of tens of thousands of tenants. The land within a radius of hundreds of miles of this mountain is owned by this temple. He devoted all the people to support Leshan Temple with the hard work of the people, but he did not get any benefits back to the people. It can be said to be a major local cancer."

"According to villagers, every year when rent is collected, Leshan Temple will send hundreds of monk soldiers, hundreds of young and strong men, who are forced to collect and scrape them hard, without any sympathy for Buddhist compassion. In addition, the monks in this temple have monks' clothes, incense and candles, building Buddhist courtyards, and shaping golden bodies every year, which are the obligations of the people nearby. They not only have no wages, but they can't eat any meat or fish, but their own monk soldiers are full of wine and meat, and they are full of fish and meat every day, and they are forging their tendons and bones."

"The people here have been in Kuleshan Temple for a long time!"

Nangong Wuwang followed Nie Hongyi, arched his body and followed closely behind, while introducing the situation about Leshan Temple.

"Um."

Nie Hongyi nodded without comment. Perhaps what Nangong Wuying said was not true, but a temple does not pay taxes and does not benefit people's livelihood, but it occupies a large area of ​​fertile land. For the court, it is more hateful than a landlord or bully.

"What's going on with the Arhat Demon Subduing Array?"

"A month ago, Yang Wuzhuan led his troops to start tempting to attack Nanyin County. As a major sect in the county that was second only to the Xuanyin Sect, Leshan Temple naturally had to come to see it."

While speaking, Nangong Wuming's eyes condensed.

"Eight hundred elite soldiers and seven innate masters, Qin Wuzhuan himself is even more powerful. He hit a hard nail in Leshan Temple with the method of fighting formation. In the end, Qin Wuzhuan was seriously injured, and only half of the others survived."

"According to Qin Wuzhuan, Huiding of Leshan Temple at that time, brought one hundred and eight monks to form a large formation of arhats to subdue demons, and the method of resisting the war formation was used to use three palms in a row, defeating Qin Wuzhuan's team."

"Later, after our inquiry, we found out that the Arhat Demon Subduing Array in Leshan Temple has a long history, but it has not been revealed in recent decades, so we were careful not to be careless. However, this formation has very high requirements and is not as simple as our battle formation method."

"interesting!"

Nie Hongyi smiled faintly, stepped forward slowly, and had already arrived on a huge square.

There are eight large cauldrons burning in the square, each of which needs to be surrounded by three great men. The whole body is made of brass, and the weight is probably not as heavy as thousands of pounds.

The surface of the cauldron body is mottled, and it has become bronze, full of the vicissitudes of time. The inside is filled with incense ash, which has already overflowed, and it also shows the prosperity of the incense here.

"Strange, how come there are only two people?"

He spoke in a silence.

"Doesn't you feel that you can't break our formation and come to the peace talks?"

"Senior brother, the man behind is Nangong Wuwang. This person is so murderous. He would not belong to him if he wants to come to the peace talks."

Lezhi frowned, unable to figure out who could make Nangong Wuying, the big devil, bow down and look respectful.

"Namo Amitabha, is the female donor who is the blood-clothed Shura Nie?"

Huiding stopped, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and then he flashed by surprise and then spoke slowly.

As soon as the voice fell, many monks behind him tightened their bodies, and the terror involuntarily revealed their eyes.

It's this witch!

If you encounter Nangong Wuying's army, Leshan Temple may not be able to get entangled with the temple protection array, but the person opposite is an extraordinary master who is a saint.

No matter how many people there are in the temple or how strong the master is, he will have no chance of winning against this person.

Even if it is the recklessness of nature and the firmness of wisdom, my heart is full of despair at this moment.

"The old monk guessed it well, and it's Nie Hongyi."

Nie Hongyi carried her hands on her back and looked at the hundreds of monks opposite her with a calm expression. The sound of footsteps around her were heard, and bald heads appeared one after another.

"Today's deadline has come, what are you thinking about?"

The scene was silent and no one spoke.

After a long time, Huiding's slightly hoarse voice came to mind.

"Take the land deed and copy the Buddhist scriptures and martial arts scriptures in the temple. In the future, the presidency of Leshan Temple will be enthroned by King Zhen and disband the monks of the guardians."

"These requests of King Zhen are too excessive! The old monk can't agree!"
Chapter completed!