A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 819 Breaking through the wall! (Please order in full!)

Twelve soldiers of Hua surrounded the Daxiangguo Temple and called Zhiqing to come out to pick up the guests. As a result, they heard a fluttering of chickens and dogs in the temple gate, but no one answered the door for a long time.

After waiting for a meal, no monk came out to open the door. Hua Twelve laughed:

"a!"

Pointing his hand forward: "Senior brother, smash the door!"

Without saying a word, Ruda jumped off his horse, took the sixty-two-pound water-milling Zen rod from his bodyguard, strode to the front of the temple, waved his arms, rounded the water-milling Zen rod, and made a whirring sound, then went straight to the temple gate. Smashed it over.

But at this moment, there was a stunned sound, the door bolt was removed, and the temple door opened wide. Two old monks stood side by side. Seeing Ruda's Zen staff coming at him, one of them shouted:

"Zhishen, what do you want to do?"

Luda's Zen staff stopped suddenly. The two old monks had no hair. Only their robes and cassocks were blown by the strong wind brought by the Zen staff.

The two old monks didn't even blink, staring at Ruda with bright eyes, turning a blind eye to the thousands of Hua Twelve troops behind Ruda.

Lu Zhishen quickly put down his Zen staff, bent down and saluted the old monk on his right:

"Ruda has met Elder Zhizhen!"

Hua Twelve looked sideways at the horse, feeling strange in his heart. Elder Zhizhen was not from Wutai Mountain. Why did he come to Bianjing City? Moreover, the plot of Water Margin did not say that this person had been to Bianliang, Tokyo. Why did he want to confront the Prime Minister today? The temple took action, and this person appeared by chance.

It’s no wonder that Hua Twelve thinks too much, mainly because there are several unpredictable characters in the plot of Water Margin, such as Zhang Tianshi at the beginning, Gongsun Sheng’s master Luo Zhenren, and the elder Zhizhen from Mount Wutai.

This old monk was extraordinary. He seemed to be able to tell the past and the future. He gave Lu Zhishen eight verses: "Rise when you meet the forest, get rich when you meet the mountains, prosper when you meet the water, stop when you meet the river", and end when you meet the summer. Capture, hold on to the wax. Listen to the tide and become full, see the faith and become silent. '

Anyone who understands the life of Rutiha will know that these eight verses before and after are all accurate, which shows that this wisdom is really capable.

I heard Elder Zhizhen ask Ruda:

"Why did Zhishen grow his hair?"

Luda touched his long-grown hair and said with a silly smile:

"I couldn't give up eating and drinking, and I was forced to pick excrement by this bird monk. It was too boring, so I simply returned to secular life. Now I follow my junior brother, eating meat in big mouths, drinking in big bowls, and having tens of thousands of brothers under my command. It's a very happy life!"

When he said 'bird monk', he was pointing at the elder Zhiqing, the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, which made the old monk's face turn green and red, which was so wonderful.

Elder Zhizhen first glanced at Junior Brother Zhiqing, sighed slightly, and then scolded Luda:

"Junior Brother Zhiqing is your elder, you must not talk nonsense!"

Luda chuckled and scratched his hair, but remained silent.

Elder Zhizhen then said: "Since you have returned to secular life, you are no longer a disciple of Buddhism. Why come to Buddhism again to cause trouble? Just go ahead!"

His tone was soft, like an elder teaching earnestly.

"Okay!" Lu Zhishen responded, holding the Zen staff and walking back. But when he turned around and saw Hua Twelve behind him, he stopped awkwardly. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have forgotten the important matter.

Hua Twelve felt that it was not Ruda's problem, but that the old monk was weird. There was compassion in his voice, and the vindictiveness that had come all the way for revenge was now a little lighter.

Immediately on Tuxue Wuzui, from a high position, he pretended not to know and asked:

"Old monk, who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Luda wanted to help introduce him, but Hua Twelve glared and stopped him with his eyes.

Elder Zhizhen, who had not looked directly at Hua Twelve from the beginning, turned to him and clasped his hands together:

"The poor monk Zhizhen has met the noble man!"

The word 'noble' made Hua Twelve's eyes flicker, and he immediately smiled and said: "I am not a noble person, monk, you are so polite!"

Elder Zhizhen said extremely seriously:

"The noble man is joking. If it had been two years ago, the noble man's life would have been like duckweed, but now he is the most noble person in the world, unparalleled in the world!"

Hua Twelve laughed: "The monk has good taste. Are you also a monk in this temple?"

Elder Zhizhen answered truthfully: "A poor monk became a monk in Wutai Mountain and presided over the Manjushri Bodhisattva's dojo!"

Hua Twelve's smile faded: "Since you are not a monk from Daxiangguo Temple, then step aside. Today I am here to seek bad luck for Xiangguo Temple, and it has nothing to do with anyone else!"

He pointed at Elder Zhiqing: "Zhiqing, come out and speak!"

Elder Zhizhen came here because of today's events. When he saw Hua Twelve avoiding him, he wanted to say something more, but Elder Zhiqing took a step forward and clasped his hands together:

"I wonder what your noble teachings are?" Elder Zhiqing's face was gloomy when he spoke, and his voice was quite stiff.

Hua Twelve smiled. This is because you are still dissatisfied. It’s better to be dissatisfied. Otherwise, you will be intimidated before I even get angry. What’s the point in that!

Immediately he said calmly: "Today I want to visit your Xiangguo Temple, so let all the monks in the temple come out to greet me!"

Elder Zhiqing frowned and was about to refuse this request. Elder Zhizhen said first:

"This is how it should be when a distinguished person comes to visit!"

He turned to Elder Zhiqing and said, "Junior brother, why don't you let all the disciples in the temple come out to welcome the noble Lord?"

Elder Zhiqing still wanted to speak, but he saw his senior brother's eyes became sharp. The altar suddenly cleared, and he bowed and said:

"The poor monk will make arrangements now!"

A quarter of an hour later, three to four hundred monks gathered in front of the temple gate. Through the temple gate, you could see hundreds of monks in the courtyard, probably more than a thousand in total.

Only then did Elder Zhiqing step forward again and said: "Except for the monks who are away from home, there are a total of 1,124 people in this temple, here to welcome you!"

He said this reluctantly, and there seemed to be a hint of humiliation in his eyes.

Hua Twelve asked with great interest: "Last time you tricked dozens of bald guys who were doing fitness exercises to pretend to be Dharma Protectors. Where are those people? Call them out and let me take a look!"

Elder Zhiqing didn't understand the meaning of playing fitness, but he also knew that he was talking about the last confrontation between the monks protecting the law and Lin Chong in the temple due to the conflict over the murals.

He knew that Lin Chong came here to settle the score. Just as he was about to say something harsh, he saw his senior brother, Elder Zhizhen, shaking his head slightly at him, signaling that he should not be rash.

He immediately sighed and turned around to call dozens of monks out. Hua Twelve identified them one by one. They were the dozens of powerful monks holding sticks in the main hall last time.

Elder Zhiqing clasped his hands together and said to Hua Twelve: "Although the poor monk is a monk, he will inevitably make mistakes in the world of mortals. Please be generous to the benefactor. We are here to welcome you to the temple!"

The dozens of warrior monks all had expressions of humiliation on their faces. They reluctantly followed the monks in the temple and said together after Elder Zhiqing:

"Welcome distinguished guests to the temple!"

Hua Twelve sat on his horse, speaking calmly:

"Kneel down and welcome!"

Although his voice was soft, it was heard far away and every monk could hear it clearly. In an instant, many monks were filled with indignation, as if they had been humiliated.

Elder Zhiqing said solemnly: "We who are monks will only kneel to Buddhas and Bodhisattvas!"

Hua Twelve pointed at him with a riding crop: "Well said, but this is the human world, not the Western Heaven. The human world must follow the rules of the human world. If you don't kneel, I can reluctantly send you to the Western Heaven to kneel before the Buddha!"

His personal guard captain, Shi Xiu, the desperate Saburo, pulled out his long sword and shouted:

"Your Majesty!"

Shi Xiuyi drew his sword, and more than a thousand personal guards drew their swords at the same time, and shouted loudly after him:

"Your Majesty!"

More than a thousand warriors shouted at the same time, and the sound shook half of Bianjing City.

Elder Zhizhen of Wenshu Monastery on the side quickly stepped forward and was about to speak when Hua Twelve turned to look at him;

"Old monk, I am a person with clear grievances. You have helped me, Senior Brother Lu, so I will give you face by not demolishing this temple. Don't get involved in other things, otherwise Xiangguo Temple may not be able to be saved!"

What he said was to tell Elder Zhizhen, if I don't demolish the temple, even if you want to repay the favor of taking Luda in, if you want to go further, then even this favor will be gone.

Elder Zhizhen was immediately speechless.

His junior brother Elder Zhiqing said angrily: "Everything must be done according to rules. Since the Eastern Jin Dynasty, I, a Buddhist disciple, have not knelt down to the emperor of the world."

Hua Twelve didn't wait for him to finish, then asked: "Which dynasty and generation are you in now?"

Elder Zhiqing's voice faltered and he said, "Now is the Song Dynasty."

Hua Twelve immediately clapped his hands: "Zhao, you use the rules of the Eastern Jin Dynasty to discuss the current affairs. I think you want to rebel?" When he said this, Shi Xiu rolled his eyes, my brother, the rebel is How are we?

Hua Twelve's voice turned cold; "Finally, I want to ask you, do you kneel or not?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his left hand and raised two fingers. After the military formation, the strong bows and crossbows were cocked, and the spearmen in front raised their spears. As long as he dropped his fingers, there would be a bloody storm.

Elder Zhiqing did not speak, but looked at Hua Twelve with some sadness and anger. The monks behind him all burst out with astonishing momentum filled with righteous indignation.

Hua Twelve showed disdain on his face and was about to drop his left hand, but at this moment, Elder Zhizhen of Wutai Mountain took the lead and knelt down:

"The poor monk welcomes the noble man!"

Elder Zhiqing sighed when he saw his senior brother like this, and could only kneel down and said: "Welcome to the temple, noble man!"

When the other monks of Xiangguo Temple knelt down when they saw the abbot, they couldn't help but lose their momentum. They knelt down one after another, and then followed the abbot and said:

"Welcome to the temple!"

Hua Twelve laughed loudly, got off his horse, and walked in with Shi Xiu, Lu Da, Wu Song, and a thousand guards with him.

At first, he was stern and threatening with force, but now he is kneeling to greet him. This is half the battle.

After walking through the aisles of monks, passing through the temple gate, and walking to the front of the Heavenly King's Hall, he turned around and said:

"Everyone, get up. The old monk will lead the way. Let's visit our old place again!"

Only then did the monks stand up one after another. Elder Zhiqing and Elder Zhizhen, two eminent monks, took some eminent monks in the temple and accompanied Hua Twelve, passing through the Heavenly King's Hall and heading towards the Main Hall.

On the way, Hua Twelve smiled and said to Elder Zhizhen: "Old monk, I feel that you are the most enlightened monk. Look at how violent the monks in Xiangguo Temple are. This is a violation of the precept of anger! "

Elder Zhiqing and the monks of Xiangguo Temple all glared at him, but Elder Zhizhen listened to what he said and frowned slightly when he looked at the performance of the monks around him.

When he arrived at the Main Hall, Hua Twelve glanced to the left and saw that the mural was still there. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Elder Zhiqing wink at a Zhike monk, who immediately respectfully presented three sticks of incense with both hands.

Hua Twelve saw everything in his eyes, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood what Elder Zhiqing was thinking. He had just received kneeling worship from the monks outside, and now he wanted him to offer incense to the Buddha and return the kneeling worship to Buddhism.

Hehehehe in his heart, he is so narrow-minded, why should he be an eminent monk? Bah!

However, Hua Twelve also had a way. He took the incense and said lightly:

"Offering incense to the Buddha is a proper etiquette. But when you watch me offer incense, do you want to worship or not?"

Although he has not yet ascended the throne, the overall situation has been decided, and it will happen sooner or later. Whether the Nine-Five Supreme Lord will kneel to the Buddha or not is a question. If the answer is not good, not only will the person who replies die, but the fate of Buddhism will also be affected.

Elder Zhiqing seemed not to have thought of the key. He was a little proud and was about to speak when he heard Elder Zhizhen shout:

"Junior brother, shut up!"

Elder Zhiqing was confused and was about to ask, when he saw Elder Zhizhen bowing towards Hua Twelve and said:

"I don't want to bow down!"

Hua Twelve raised his eyelids: "Tell me the truth!"

Elder Zhizhen has already thought of his words: "The noble man is the Buddha of the present and does not worship the Buddha of the past."

Hua Shier thought that this Elder Zhizhen was indeed a great man, with a clear mind, much better than Elder Zhiqing, and immediately asked with a smile:

"Am I a Buddha too?"

"Is it Buddha?"

"really?"

Elder Zhizhen bit him to death: "You really are a Buddha!"

Hua Twelve laughed heartily: "Monk can talk!"

He walked over and offered three sticks of incense to the Buddha. Hua Twelve seriously refused to pay homage. After finishing, he turned to the mural on the left wall and pointed with his hand:

"Tear down that mural!"

Lu Da didn't move because of the face of Elder Zhizhen, but Wu Song and Shi Xiu didn't care about that, and went over with more than a dozen personal guards, clanging and chopping.

Elder Zhiqing still wanted to stop him, but Elder Zhizhen held him down.

But something shocking happened. No matter how many people chopped it, the mural did not lose even a little bit of color.

Wu Song turned around and said, "Brother, something is weird!"

"Splash ink!"

When I came here, I didn’t just have a set plan. If splashing ink didn’t work, I would still demolish the wall.

Several bottles of ink that had been prepared were poured directly on it.

However, when the ink fell on the mural, it was sucked in. When it fell into the lake in the painting, everyone saw that a piece of the lake turned black. Gradually, the black water waves slowly spread out, slowly became lighter, and then disappeared. .

It's like someone standing by a real lake and pouring a bottle of ink. It will dilute and dissipate after a while.

Just when Elder Zhiqing let out a long sigh of relief, Hua Twelve coughed lightly:

"This wall is a little worn out. It was demolished and rebuilt by the Buddha!"

Wu Song suddenly jumped up to a height of more than ten feet, twisted his waist in the air, turned around and kicked sideways. This kick used the force-generating method of Yuanyang's kick and Kuixing's kick.

With a bang, the entire hall shook, but the wall where the mural was located did not move at all.

At this moment, Wu Song was stunned. He kicked the zombies to death, leaving footprints on the steel, but the wall and the murals on the wall were intact.

The corners of Hua Twelve's mouth rose: "It's getting more and more interesting!"

He walked over casually, and when he was close, he took a step forward and suddenly punched out.

He is a human immortal, and this punch represents the strongest blow from the strongest person in this world.

Wherever the fist passed, the space was distorted, making the two elders Zhizhen and Zhiqing look extremely solemn. They knew what it meant, and they were only one step away from being able to break the void.

boo~

What people didn't expect was that Hua Twelve's fist sank directly into the mural, and then his whole body was sucked in.

"Commander!"

"Commander!"

"Junior brother!"

"elder brother!"

Everyone on Hua Twelve's side was exclaiming. Wu Song, Lu Da, and Shi Xiu were frantically hitting the mural, trying to follow Hua Twelve in or rescue people, but everything they touched was Solid walls, nothing can penetrate.

Elder Zhiqing was overjoyed and laughed loudly: "Okay, retribution, retribution has come, the world is extremely noble, unparalleled in the world, why didn't you be taken in by Zen Master Huitong!"

Wu Song, Lu Da, Shi Xiu and others all stared angrily.

When they were about to fight, they heard someone shouting: "Look where the commander is!"

But it was a guard who discovered that there was an extra figure on the mural. Everyone followed his finger and saw that the extra figure on the painting was wearing a military uniform and looked exactly like Hua Twelve.

At this time, many figures on the mural seemed to be fighting, and then a big golden hand on the mural was seen pressing towards Hua Twelve, and was punched through by him.

Then the old monk who was originally teaching Dharma on the mural was glowing with golden light like an Arhat, and his hands were in Dharma seals, as if he was trying to suppress him with Buddhist Dharma.

As a result, Hua Twelve ripped off the old monk's head with his hands. In the next moment, the old monk turned into an evil ghost, rushed towards him, and smashed it to pieces with a punch.

As soon as the old monk died, the people on the mural listening to his lectures instantly transformed into various monsters and monsters.

The portrait of Hua Twelve moved forward all the way, punching and kicking, one little monster at a time, and all the characters on the mural were killed by him. Every time one died, a piece of ink color disappeared from the mural, and in an instant he was A large area was cleared.

The last banshee appeared, it was Jing Huan, who was also beaten to a pulp by Hua Twelve's punches and kicks.

Everyone outside looked at the fight on the mural as if they were watching a cartoon, watching Hua Twelve clear all the levels.

Finally, Hua Twelve carried a person and flew out of the mural. The mural suddenly collapsed behind him, revealing a large hole in the wall.

　Thanks to: 08a, Brother Xiao Xiaohu in the Demon World for the reward, and thanks to the brothers who voted for monthly votes and recommendation votes, thank you very much.

　　(End of this chapter)