Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 314 Xiao Qianli who committed public anger

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, sand and stones flying, and smoke and dust filled the air. Dozens of large stones collapsed on the front and rear walls of the main hall, and five old monks wearing red ochre-patterned cassocks came out of the hall slowly.

The five old monks all have sunken cheeks and are so thin that they have no muscles at all, roughly the same age as Zheng Hui.Behind the five monks, another monk slowly walked out. It was Abbot Zhengci, the abbot of Daci'en Temple.

All the monks were overjoyed, and went up to greet them, shouting in one voice: "Abbot!" I learned that my master Puyu has been killed by this villain..."

Zhengci stepped forward slowly, glanced at Xiao Qianli, reached out to support Puxin, and sighed: "I'm late..."

He turned his eyes and saw Zen Master Zhenghui who was in a state of despondency. He hurriedly caught up with him, supported Zhenghui, looked him up and down, and said with tears, "Brother's Bodhi golden body was also broken? It's all me." This junior is not good..."

Zheng Hui's face was pale, he smiled and shook his head and said: "It's destiny to have such a catastrophe, as the abbot of Da Ci'en Temple, Junior Brother, you must not pretend to be a child."

Zhengci was silent, just nodded, raised his eyes to stare at Xiao Qianli, with a look of hatred on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Even when the Buddhism and Taoism Jiuqu Yellow River debate was held back then, my Daci'en Temple never had such a big The loss, two innate golden bodies, nine relics, and even the Vajra Immortality Dharma were wiped out. Headmaster Chunyang, you are so aggressive, how can you bear this hatred?"

Xiao Qianli's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "The state officials are only allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps. How can there be such a reason in the world? Could it be that you are only allowed to set up the Sanliu Sanbodhi array to plot against my Taoist leaders, but not this one?" Are you coming to the door?"

Zhengci straightened his body slowly, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said, "Where are the four Taoist monarchs Xuanguan, Qingxu, Lu Chen, and Xihe now?"

"Nature is where it should be!"

"Where should it be?"

"The place where Da Ci'en Temple does not want to appear is where the four should be!"

"Where you don't want to appear?" Abbot Zhengci couldn't help being stunned for a moment, suddenly startled, and shouted, "Go quickly..."

As soon as he turned around, he saw black smoke rising from all over Da Ci'en Temple, he couldn't help but paused and said, "It's late...it's late..."

Xiao Qianli said calmly: "Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Sanzangyuan, Cangjing Building, and Xiyuan, each has a Taoist friend guarding it. Once this seat drags the main force of Da Ci'en Temple, it will immediately set fire to the temple! Now all the elites of your Da Ci'en Temple are gathered In this square, let's see who you have that can resist Xuan Guan and the other four fellow Taoists!"

The smoke gradually became thinner and thicker. In the misty smoke, I saw the five old monks who had just come out kneeling on the ground together, with solemn expressions, and whispering in their mouths, and the eyes of Pu Yin, Pu Xin and others showed grief and indignation .Zen Master Zhenghui turned his head and looked around, seeing the black smoke rising into the sky, his face pale, and suddenly he spat out a big mouthful of blood.

These four buildings are the four most core places of Da Ci'en Temple. The Big Wild Goose Pagoda contains Buddhist relics, stone carvings of Buddha's feet, etc., which are specially invited from the Indian Mahayana sect. They are the most precious. There are records saying: "The pagoda There are relics in the center of the middle layer, or one thousand, two thousand, or more than ten thousand relics."

In the Sanzangyuan, there is the only "Beiye Sutra" in the world. The ancient Indians have not yet mastered the papermaking technology, so they can only write the notes on the specially processed Bedolo leaves. Inscribed on the leaves of Beiduoluo, preserved and recited, it is known as the Beiye Sutra in history. The 657 scriptures are all written in Sanskrit, all of which are Bayeux scriptures, and each piece is priceless.

There are countless scriptures in the Buddhist scripture building. Da Ci’en Temple is the ancestral home of Mahayana Buddhism. It complements Shaolin Temple. There are a large number of precious Mahayana teachings stored in the temple, many of which are rare and rare copies in the world. Even India has been lost. , the value of which is even more incomparable.

Compared with the above three buildings, Xiyuan seems to be slightly lighter in weight, but it contains the remains and bone houses of the eminent monks of Da Ci'en Temple. The elders of these living monks are buried here. Now that the huge Xiyuan was burned, these people looked at Xiao Qianli's eyes, as if they saw the killing of their father and enemy.

"You...you..." Abbot Rao Zhengci was always good at calculating, but at this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his body staggered, and he pointed at Xiao Qianli, his eyes almost bursting with hatred.

One of the five old monks who just broke out of the palace shouted mournfully: "It doesn't matter if it's a Buddha! It doesn't matter if it's Dao! It doesn't matter if it's a demon! My Daci'en Temple suffered such a catastrophe, and I must avenge it!"

The old monk stood up slowly from the ground, with a sad and angry face and tears in his eyes, he looked around at the four old monks and said: "My Great Mercy Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, today this old monk wants to start killing, and he is angry with King Kong. Who is willing to go with me? Those who don’t want to go can go and protect Senior Brother Zhenghui.”

The four old monks looked resolute, stood up, and said in unison: "I wish to follow senior brother!"

The sad-faced old monk nodded, and strode towards Xiao Qianli, and the four monks followed behind him. When passing by Abbot Zhengci, the head old monk turned his head and said, "Junior Brother Zhengci, as the abbot , this temple still needs you to take charge of the overall situation, so you are not allowed to make a move in this battle!"

Abbot Zhengci shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "The five senior brothers activated the relics with their life-long innate essence. Now the law is damaged and the skill cultivation is insufficient, but the poor monk's combat power is intact. If you don't make a move, who can fight against it head-on?" Live here?"

The five old monks turned their heads and glanced at Xiao Qianli, who was calm and breezy. One of the black and thin old monks smiled slightly, dismissed him, and said with a sneer: "Even if there are only a few levels of cultivation left, it is far from this level." Wait for the juniors to compare!"

Another yellow-faced old monk also shook his head and said: "Don't blame me, junior brother. You just used the clear mirror glazed body to help us perform the righteous return to the original. Your mind is exhausted. You must not force this battle!"

At this time, the murderous aura in the arena became more and more intense, everyone's face was ashen, and their bodies were full of evil spirits. Regardless of the danger, many young monks quietly left the square and rushed to put out the fire. Cutting him into pieces by a thousand knives would be hard to get rid of the hatred in his heart.

Faced with countless fire-breathing eyes, Xiao Qianli just stood there quietly, ignoring the group of monks who shared the same hatred, but looked westward thoughtfully, frowning slightly.

"Why did the black smoke over there fade? Xiyuan... Could it be that someone is blocking it? Now that the combat power on the surface of the Da Ci'en Temple has been attracted here, did Fellow Daoist Xihe encounter some kind of closed-door Buddhist power?"

It's just that he couldn't help him to think about it at this moment, and suddenly there was a loud shout, like a thunder in the flat ground: "Buddha, the poor monk is going to break the precept of killing today, I hope the Buddha will forgive me!"

(End of this chapter)