Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 585: Bloody Road to the West

Two hundred miles west of Jinzhu Village is the Buddhist land belonging to Zhenbao City.

Like Ganquan Temple, Zhenbao Temple in the city also suffered serious damage.

Fortunately, Zhenbao Temple is much stronger than Ganquan Temple, and most of the reconstruction has been completed, leaving only the ruins outside the city that need to be repaired.

Winter came much earlier in Fandi than in other provinces of the Ming Dynasty. Just after the middle of October, heavy snow was already falling everywhere.

White snowflakes and black stones were mixed together, among which staggered many ragged Buddhist slaves.

In a temporary scripture room built outside the construction site, two monks from Zhenbao Temple who were in charge of supervising the work were chatting around the fire.

"Master Guido, judging from the current progress, I'm afraid the construction of the outer city will not be completed before the blizzard comes. What should we do?"

Qiangba, a monk with a square face, looked outside the scripture room a few times and said with a worried tone.

"The order of Living Buddha Zhenbao cannot be delayed."

The older Guido thought for a moment and said without hesitation: "From today on, don't let these Buddhist slaves rest at night. Let them speed up their progress."

"If we do this, the strong and mature Buddhist slaves can bear it, but the children and the elderly cannot..."

"Is it important?"

Guido raised his eyelids slightly and looked at him coldly.

"The life or death of these slaves is certainly not important."

Qiangba said quickly: "I am just worried that if too many people die, they will rebel. In recent years, the faith of the Buddhist slaves has become less and less devout."

"It is precisely because of this that demons and monsters breed in the plateau."

Guido paused, then said indifferently: "But your worry is not without reason. In this case, go find two corrupt demon slaves tonight, eat a few of them, and the rest will naturally behave themselves."

"Master Jiduo, you have thought it through. Five Ga can be equivalent to a horse. If so many Buddhist slaves work day and night, they will definitely be able to complete the task on time."

With a flattering look on his face, Qiangba picked up the teapot on the stove, stood up and poured a bowl of steaming hot tea for Guido.

"Master Jiduo, you said that those Ming people are so rampant in our Sangyan Buddhist country. How many temples have been destroyed by them? When will the Buddhas on the sacred mountain show their anger and destroy them?"

"Do you really want to wipe out those Ming people, or are you worried that the Sangyan Divine Mountain cannot stop their atrocities?"

Listening to Guido's question, Qiangba's face tightened and he said loudly: "Of course I want to kill them. I want to eat them alive, fill the Buddha's golden cup with their blood, feed the vultures in the sky with their meat, wrap their intestines around stones, and bury them in the dirtiest feces!"

"Qiangba, you are a person blessed by Buddha. Although you have not yet entered the order, your heart towards Buddha must not waver in the slightest."

Guido twisted a string of bodhi beads in his hands and said solemnly: "Just wait and see, it won't be long before these Ming people will pay the price for all the blasphemous crimes they have committed."

"Especially the Confucian scholar Zhang Siyuan. This evil ghost has destroyed countless temples in our Sangyan Buddhist Kingdom. His sins cannot be washed away even if he dies ten thousand times!"

Qiangba said fanatically, "There are also two sacred mountains, Dazhao and Baima. If it weren't for their cowardice and incompetence, how could the Ming people set foot in the land of the barbarians?"

"They are not just cowards, they have ugly, vicious hearts."

Guido obviously knew more about the inside story, and said in a cold voice: "Greed has eroded their Buddhist hearts. They want to use Ruxu to get more benefits from us, forgetting how much our Sangyan Buddhist Kingdom has contributed to the entire Fandi Buddhism over the years!"

In the eyes of Qiangba who has not yet entered the order, this is an exciting battle to protect the Buddha. Although there is no Buddha's decree to start the war on the Sangyan Sacred Mountain, he can no longer contain his inner excitement and is eager to know more news.

"Master Jiduo, I heard that the Ming people have been blocked outside the sacred mountain by the Living Buddha Naqu, and they dare not take another step forward. Is this true?"

"Of course. How can we allow them to violate the majesty of the sacred mountain?"

Guido said proudly, "All the tolerance now is only because the Sangyan Buddha is using the supreme Dharma to build his body and cannot bring down the Buddha's wrath. As long as we wait for the forging to be completed, what awaits these Ming people is only a cold death!"

"And Dazhao and Baima, their sacred mountains will all be reduced to plains at the feet of Sangyan Buddha. From now on, the name of Buddha praised on the plateau will only be Sangyan, and there will no longer be a place for them!"

A Buddhist war to eradicate dissenters is imminent.

Qiangba was extremely excited, and in his mind he envisioned the magnificent scene of the Buddha's light illuminating the entire land.

"Once I have completed the task at hand, I will ask the Living Buddha Zhenbao for permission to build a Buddhist kingdom for you in advance and reshape your body. By then, you will be a true Sangyan Buddhist disciple, and a Vajra who slays demons and monsters under the Living Buddha's seat."

With a smile on his face, Guido looked at Qiangba who knelt down in front of him.

"I will never forget Master Guido's kindness."

Qiangba understood what he meant and said respectfully: "On the day when you take the throne and become a living Buddha, I will be your most pious protector."

Just as the two were chatting animatedly, a few anxious cries of surprise were suddenly heard from outside the scripture room.

Guido frowned slightly and gave Qiangba a look.

The latter quickly got up, walked to the door, lifted the thick door curtain, and saw a staggering figure approaching in the noisy wind and snow in the distance.

The Buddhist slaves, whose bodies were covered with thick snow, also noticed this figure and stopped what they were doing.

In Fandi, Buddhist slaves will never be allowed to leave the Buddhist land of their own temple in their entire life.

Monks from the temple would never travel far away without slaves to serve them.

Therefore, such a lonely figure is very rare in the country.

Unless he is a wandering Buddhist slave who has lost the protection of the temple.

A few days ago, there were rumors that a demonic riot broke out in Jinzhu Village, a hundred miles away. Could he be a Buddhist slave from Jinzhu Village who escaped, or a demon who was infected with corruption? !
As the figure got closer, a sense of uneasiness spread among this group of Buddhist slaves.

Many aboriginal men clenched the stone-hitting hammers in their hands, stood in front of the children and women, and stared into the distance with nervous expressions.

It was not until they saw the visitor's face clearly that their tense expressions relaxed a little.

There are no sharp claws or scales, and there is no creepy dark yellow in the pupils.

This is an ordinary Buddhist slave.

"He's not a demon, what are you afraid of?"

A short old woman of the aboriginal ethnic group shook off the hands of her family members who were pulling at her sleeves, took out an iron kettle wrapped in cotton cloth from under her felt robe, and trotted over.

A chipped wooden bowl filled with oil tea was handed to Dunzhu.

The oil tea had long lost its temperature; even the snowflakes that had fallen on it could not melt, swirling around in the turbid liquid.

"Kid, where are you from? How come you are alone?"

Dunzhu took the bowl of oil tea with both hands, and a simple smile appeared on his dirty face.

"Mom, I'm from Jinzhu Village."

Upon hearing this, the old woman subconsciously took a half step back, her face filled with fear and trepidation.

"Jinzhu Village, has it really been invaded by a demon?"

Dunzhu buried his face in the bowl, drank the oil tea in big gulps, and said nothing.

"I feel so sorry for you. You must have suffered a lot on your way out. Why don't you..."

Listening to the gurgling swallowing sound, the old woman knew that the child in front of her probably had not eaten for a long time, and the kindness in her heart overwhelmed her fear.

But before she could finish her words, an angry shout suddenly came from behind her.

"Go away!"

The old woman was unable to dodge and was pushed to the ground by the monk Qiangba who came rushing over.

The iron kettle fell into the snow, and the soup flowed out, soon draining away all the water.

Qiangba looked up at the wandering Buddhist slave, who was still drinking oil tea at this time, and his anger grew even more.

"How dare you! Which temple's Buddhist slave are you from? How dare you escape into the Buddhist land of Zhenbao Temple?!"

Dunzhu slowly put down the bowl in his hand and revealed his face.

"Are you a monk from Zhenbao Temple?"

Qiangba was shocked to see a shocking scar extending from the forehead to the chin, almost splitting the man's face in half. The murderous intent that followed made his pupils shrink suddenly, and he was in a daze for a moment.

At this moment, the wooden bowl fell out of his hand.

Dunzhu took a quick step forward, and a flash of cold light shot out from his sleeve like lightning, stabbing directly into the monk's jaw.

Pfft!

The monk's eyes were instantly dyed red with blood, the veins on his forehead kept throbbing, his mouth kept making gurgling sounds, and his hands were tightly grasping Dunzhu's sleeves.

"I am not a Buddhist slave, I am a foreigner, my name is Dunzhu."

Dunzhu held the back of the monk's head tightly with his left hand, and slowly twisted the wrist holding the knife, crushing the monk's brain and wisdom hidden in the skull into pieces.

With a swish sound, Dunzhu's sleeve was torn to pieces. Qiangba stared, grabbed the half sleeve, and fell backwards.

"call"

Dunzhu exhaled the foul air that had been accumulated in his lungs.

At this moment, he felt that his body was like the land that had been dry for a long time, and finally waited for the rain from heaven in the desperate situation.

Although it is not much, it greatly relieves the pain caused by the cracks.

A strong sense of excitement surged in my heart, and my breathing, which had been a little rapid due to nervousness, quickly calmed down.

The turbid air is gone and new air is born.

The biting cold air filled his body, and Dunzhu felt his numb five senses becoming alive again. The pungent smell of blood aroused the desire in his heart.

An extremely strong desire for revenge.

"Mom."

Dunzhu bent down to pick up the wooden bowl that had fallen on the snow, looked at the woman who was stunned by the scene, and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"My Jinzhu Village is not in turmoil caused by demons, but by Buddhas."

"This man is a demon in human skin, kill him now!"

Guido saw Qamba fall in a pool of blood with his own eyes, and was immediately filled with shock and anger.

A slave actually attacked his master. Is this still the land controlled by the three sacred mountains?
He shouted loudly at the Buddhist slaves around him and ordered them to go forward and besiege Donzhu.

The panicked Buddhist slaves heard the roar and subconsciously looked back, but they were all stunned.

The horrified look in their eyes made Guido's heart tremble suddenly, and his stiff neck raised higher and higher.

At some point, a huge shadow covered the sky above his head. The blood-red single eye was the blood moon hanging in the sky. Boundless fear instantly engulfed Guido's mind.

"Is the master of Zhenbao Temple in the city?"

Li Jun looked at the foolish monk and repeated his words reluctantly.

But Guido, who was in a trance, still did not respond.

boom!
Red and white blood plasma and broken bones splattered on the ground in a fan shape, and the half-dead body fell to the ground with a thud.

Li Jun sighed and grabbed a handful of snow to wipe his hands.

At this moment, the Buddha slaves who finally came to their senses let out prolonged screams and fled in all directions.

Lord Ma flicked out a little flame to light the scripture room, turned his head to look at Dunzhu who was helping the old woman up in the distance, and asked, "Are you really determined to let him take the military order?"

Li Jun smiled noncommittally: "At least for now, it seems that he is quite talented in this field."

"Faction, or solo?"

"This is not something I can decide. It depends on his own luck."

Li Jun said: "Now I have only given him a ninth-grade internal skill through Taotie, and I cannot tell what the gene's carrying capacity is. If his awakened genes can withstand unsystematic martial arts, then he will be qualified to be a lone ranger."

"You clearly didn't agree to be his master that day, so why did you go to so much trouble? Just because you couldn't bear it and wanted to help?"

Prince Ma advised: "What Ming Fei said actually makes sense. There are countless Buddhist slaves in this land. They have been kneeling for hundreds and thousands of years. You can't help them all."

“I’m not only helping him, I’m helping myself as well.”

"When I was in Nanchang Prefecture, an elder told me that the chance to perform the ritual of breaking through four and advancing to three by walking alone is in the Fandi. At the time I thought he was just playing tricks, but now I think it's really possible."

"The fire should set the prairie on fire."

Li Jun pointed his finger upwards, looked at Lord Ma and said with a smile, "How else can we burn through this pitch-black sky?"

Inside Zhenbao Temple.

A group of monks in red robes knelt down before the Sumeru throne, not daring to make a sound.

The temple abbot Qinri, who was sitting high on the throne, had a frown on his face and a gloomy expression.

He was not in a good mood during this period.

One reason is that the negotiations in the Golden Temple in Nagqu did not go smoothly.

Those Ming people with great backgrounds did not give Sangyan Temple any face at all. If it were not for the ambiguous attitudes of the Dazhao and Baima families, which made them cautious, they would have probably entered the Sangyan Sacred Mountain by now.

But the current deadlock will eventually be broken.

If the negotiations really break down, there will inevitably be a war between Sangyan Temple and the New Donglin Party.

By then, someone like me who has just qualified to be called a "living Buddha" will be nothing more than a slightly larger cannon fodder.

I'm afraid that even among those senior and experienced Living Buddhas, few are sure of survival.

To put it bluntly, although Sangyan is one of the three sacred mountains with supreme authority in the Fan land, it is only one of the six temples in the Buddhist order. How can it fight against the new Donglin Party that has all-powerful power in the Confucian order?
The two parties are not on the same level at all.

If a fight really breaks out, the entire Sangyan Buddhist sect will be like an egg hitting a rock.

Apart from these major trends that Qinduo could not control, another thing that bothered him was that the news of his body forging had not yet been received.

"What on earth are those people from Nongxu doing? Could it be that they also want to sit on the fence and think that Sangyan Temple can't survive this and want to jump off the ship and escape?"

Just as Qin Ri was cursing inwardly, his heart suddenly felt tight for no reason.

Qin Ri, who was deep in thought, suddenly looked up and saw a strange-looking man standing in front of the door of the Sutra Hall.

What made him feel despair was that his Buddhist thoughts were completely empty.

Li Jun stepped over the threshold, and the carved beams and painted buildings continued to collapse behind him.

The monks kneeling on the ground did not move at all, allowing the fallen bricks and stones to fall on them and drown them.

The exquisite and luxurious scripture hall collapsed into ruins, and the gradually brightening moonlight shone on Qinri's pale face.

"Are you the Living Buddha Zhenbao?"

"No, sir."

boom!
Before he finished speaking, a cloud of blood mist exploded on the Sumeru throne.

A hand reached in, grabbed the root-shaped wisdom root that twisted out from the gap in the skull, and pulled it out of Qinri's body inch by inch.

"You are arrogant and domineering, but you are also afraid of death. Buddha has a thousand hands, and life has two sides. You really have all five poisons."

Li Jun threw away the bloody meat ball in his hand and turned to walk out.

Outside the palace gate, the foreign citizen Dunzhu clenched his fists and had a fiery look in his eyes.

"Let's go to the next one."

(End of this chapter)