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There was a loud bang, the mountain shook and the temple trembled, the mountain gate collapsed, gravel flew, and dust was scattered.

Large and small stones rolled down the high and high stone steps like a waterfall, and smashed straight into the formation of brightly armored soldiers.

Seeing a stone as big as a millstone being smashed down on the head, the soldiers are also human beings, how can they not be afraid, they all retreated for a while, and the tight formation suddenly became turbulent and scattered.

The woman in white crossed her sword and said with a long smile: "What is there to guard such a dilapidated temple? Since the emperor issued an edict, then you all go back to vulgarity. There is nothing worth caring about whether you shave your bald head or not. Sakyamuni himself I haven't shaved my head yet, but I insisted that my disciples not stay. What's the point? I think the later fools made their own decisions, thinking that their afflictions on one side hindered their cultivation, they couldn't become a Buddha, they couldn't practice the Tao, so they used their own To win people, I want others to shave their heads like myself, and gather in a dark room to pretend to mutter all day long. Where can I not recite this sutra, and where can I not believe in Buddha? Baldheads, get out, the Buddha doesn't even want to When a dead monk becomes a believer, he is dead, so what scriptures and ways do he still practice?"

These words are really treasonous, if not for the special status of this woman in white, I am afraid that the monks will join forces to attack.

It was a fluke, and the old monks were so angry that they rolled their eyes, and they all agreed, calling it a crime, and the young monks talked a lot.

The gray-bearded monk pointed at the white-clothed woman tremblingly and shouted: "Huajian, Huiguo Da Ali asked you to protect the Dharma and Taoism for him, but now that the crisis is upon us, you don't think of the Wei Temple, but you are talking nonsense..."

"Why am I talking nonsense?" Hua Jian, a woman in white, pointed at the old monk and said, "This is not the Western Paradise. It's not your Tathagata who has the final say, but the Emperor Lao Tzu in Chang'an City. If you want to return to vulgarity, you will be fine." You have to return to vulgarity, how can you still resist this will? You guys with bald heads think that you have achieved success in cultivation, and you want to use this head to test whether the butcher's knife is sharp."

The gray-bearded monk shouted righteously: "In the past, the Buddha sacrificed himself to feed tigers, carve meat and feed eagles. Now, at the end of the Dharma, we disciples should defend the Dharma with our own bodies. We must not obey this absurd will. My Qinglong Temple is an example for Buddhist temples all over the world." , if we retreat today, how will we face the Buddhist friends all over the world, and how will other Buddhist temples deal with themselves..."

Huajian scolded: "Damn, I think what you want to defend is not the Dharma, but the countless wealth of Qinglong Temple's tens of thousands of fertile fields! Huiguo said back then, you monks recite more and more scriptures, and your deeds become better. Getting more and more crooked, not thinking about promoting Buddhism, just thinking about how many temples to build and how many fields to fool so many great benefactors. This Buddha believes casually, but the money is actually caught. Looking at it today, you not only grab money If you catch it really well, and you’re obsessed with money, you’ve already lost your life.”

The gray-bearded monk trembled and said: "You, how can you say that, how dare you say that. Qinglong Temple is the ancestral home of the Tantric Sect in China, and the holy place for my Buddhist disciples. My Buddha Dharma must not be destroyed in my hands. Disciples, today I will live and die with Qinglong Temple!"

All the monks shouted together and lined up to wait.

The general in front of the battle sneered, raised his right hand high, and said loudly: "The Qinglong Temple's resistance and disobedience is for rebellion, and it will be wiped out immediately!" The raised arm swung down heavily.

The heavy-armored soldiers holding horizontal knives shouted in unison, and the mountains shook and the ground shook, and they strode forward.

Although the monks of Qinglong Temple practice martial arts diligently and have high kung fu, they are just a mob after all, they have never seen such a battle, everyone's face is pale for a while, and some are so timid that they can't even hold a stick in their hands.

But a monk jumped out of the crowd, holding a black wooden stick, and shouted: "The poor monk Qinglong Temple Mingzhang, who has been sealed as a demon king, is so rude in front of the Buddha. You are not afraid of being thrown into the [-]th hell after death, and you will never be born again." Is it? Haha, come and die!" Dancing with a stick, he rushed up.This Ming Shang is the number one stick monk of Qinglong Temple in this generation. Based on his foothold, he simply shaved his head, hid in Qinglong Temple and became a monk. He didn't chant scriptures diligently on weekdays, but his good kung fu was appreciated by the abbot. If you need to beat those young people who go to the temple to make trouble, there is nothing wrong with it, and they have earned a nickname in the arena called Pomo King Kong, but it is not like Kukai and Zhenhe who received Ali.

At the time of this catastrophe, Ming Shang lived up to the usual abbot's preference and rushed to protect the temple first. However, his habits in the world did not change, and he showed the appearance of fighting with weapons in the world, planning to rely on his own good skills to rush up and overthrow the Let's talk about some of his soldiers.

Hao Mingshang, with great skills, just danced that ebony stick into a black cloud around his body, and rushed into the army formation.

"kill!"

All the soldiers in the first row let out a low cry, swung their knives horizontally, and created dazzling light and shadows. Then they heard a muffled sound of puffs, and the sky was filled with blood. Bye, Ming Shang had already been cut into more than a dozen pieces, and his internal organs were scattered all over the place, thick blood. Flowing down the stone steps.

It's a pity that this monk Mingshang has good skills all over his body, but he is not in the right place. His army is in a formation suitable for fighting. No matter what kind of staff you use or what tricks you use, you just line up the horizontal knife, just like the twisted sword. The meat machine is average, mincing Ming Shang into minced meat on the spot.

The soldiers beheaded Ming Shang without stopping, and stepped forward with their knives in hand. Their heavy boots stepped on the bones and blood, and trampled the pieces of meat to pieces. As they climbed up the steps, they left behind rows of bright red blood. Red-eyed footprints.

The morale that had been boosted up by Ming Shang disappeared without a trace. There were still a few temple guard monks who wanted to rush over with Ming Shang, but seeing Ming Shang's tragic end, they were so frightened that their hands and feet went limp and threw them away. Get the stick and turn around and run away. Some of them were terrified, their crotch was already wet, and when they rolled and crawled, they left fishy watermarks on the stone steps.

The faces of the people in Qinglong Temple were ashen-colored, and they retreated step by step under the pressure of the Hengdao army, who had the courage to resist.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, an invisible sword energy swept across the stone steps, blood gushed out, and heads flew around. The two rows of soldiers in front turned into headless corpses, and fell down like harvested crops.

At this moment, the crowd in Qinglong Temple was in an uproar, the army stopped, everyone looked sideways, and saw the woman in white stepping on the middle of the mountain path with her sword, it was Qinglong Dharma Guardian Huajian who ended up.

"Huajian, do you want to resist the order?"

The leading general pointed at Huajian and yelled angrily, but hid his body behind a group of heavily armored warriors, for fear of being exposed and being killed by a sword.

Who in the flower room?That was King Kong, the guardian of the three dynasties and Qinglong Daali Huiguo, who had supernatural powers, and how could a mortal body be able to resist it. Although he was hiding among thousands of troops, the general still didn't have any sense of security. Crying secretly, he thought to himself: "That man clearly said that Huajian would never make a move! What kind of clever schemes are bullshit, what should we do now?" At a moment of dilemma, the eunuch beside him didn't know what to do, and shouted in a high-pitched voice : "General Boyan, but a little girl, afraid of what she will do, His Majesty is still waiting for Za's family to go back to deliver an order to destroy this Qinglong Temple, don't keep His Majesty waiting."

The general was terrified, afraid that Huajian would listen to the dead eunuch's words, he quickly pulled the lifeless guy, and said in a low voice: "My father-in-law doesn't know, this Huajian is named Azure Dragon Guardian, and he was Master Huiguo back then. The guardian Vajra, who was enshrined personally, looks young, but in fact she is a Buddhist master who has practiced for hundreds of years. She has supernatural powers and has already escaped a mortal body. It is not something we can deal with. You have also seen that she Cutting down the mountain gate with a sword, cutting off dozens of heads with a single sword, how can human beings do it? In my opinion, Qinglong Temple can’t escape here anyway. Do it all over again and kill them all."

"Hey, General Boyan, thanks to His Majesty's high hopes for you, you are scared like this by just a little girl, and you are still a battle-hardened general. Come, please Shang Fang's sword!"

The eunuch screamed, and Suicong behind him offered a long sword wrapped in bright yellow dragon cloth with both hands, General Boyan's face turned pale, and said: "Eunuch, there is something to say. , there is no need for this, there is no need for this.” Immediately straightened his body, he shouted: “Go!”

The military order was like a mountain, although all the soldiers were frightened by Hua Jian's sword, but the military order was issued, how could they dare not follow, shouted in unison, and advanced with their swords raised.

Huajian flicked the blade of the sword lightly, made a crisp sound like a dragon's chant, and said in a low voice: "Huiguo, disciple is not angry, you fled leisurely, but I will bear the cause and effect. When we meet again in the next life, we will have to pay you back." Me!" Just waved the sword lightly, stepped forward, and said long and loudly: "All good things are an illusion, and all evil karma are also illusions. The body is like foam and the heart is like the wind, and the illusion is rootless. There is no substance." One sentence and one sword, four steps in a row, that is, four swords, none of the soldiers who stepped on the stone steps survived, the corpses piled up like mountains, and the blood flowed like rivers.

The little girl, in fluttering white clothes, with a green blade like a torch, not stained with blood, and holding her steps with a sword, is like a god and demon.

The three armies were in an uproar, fear arose, although there were tens of thousands of soldiers, their aura was suppressed by one person, and they retreated in shock.

The eunuch's face was sallow with fright, and he almost lost the Shangfang sword in his hand, and stammered: "This, this, this, such, such, such, what should I do, or hurry up, please, please, Daoist Ning..."

"Father-in-law, I'd better invite Daoist Ning to come and make plans."

General Boyan was overjoyed, and thought to himself: "That dead cow-nosed man claims to be magical and unparalleled in magic, so let him deal with Huajian. I just need to wait for mortals to watch such a fight between gods and immortals." Dang even wanted to order the troops to withdraw .

Suddenly, a long shout came from the air: "Buddha of Infinite Life!"

A Taoist priest wearing an apricot-yellow gossip Taoist robe floated from the air and landed at the bottom of the stone steps. He stepped on the bloody river of corpses and looked at Hua Jian from a distance.