Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 1172

2021-09-15

Chapter 1172 Yuantong Knowledge

"Shizi, the evil creature of the Pure Way has been killed and retreated. This is our casualty!"

Beside a huge gully, Yuantong couldn't bear to look at the soil below, where countless corpses were buried.

Among these corpses, there are monks with bald heads and believers who are cultivators.

Beside him, a monk stepped back respectfully, and even though he bowed his head, he could not hide the reverence in his eyes.

After Shimen scored three points, Jingdao and Sanskrit rose strongly, trying to join forces to defeat Shimen and divide up the territory and manpower.

On the Taoist side, facing hundreds of schools of thought, they seem to be enemies all over the world.

After the split of Shimen, it was not cut cleanly, and there were still many connections inside.

Many monks of Shimen are still unavoidably deceived by the scriptures of the Jingdao schools, or hide their selfishness, or are drawn into depravity.

On the Shimen side, they are also trying their best to get the other two members to abandon the dark and the bright.

In short, the three families have me in you and you in me, and the situation is intertwined.

Today, an eminent monk led the congregation of the temple and turned their backs to other homes, and tomorrow there will be a large-scale attack to clear the door, causing the two to fight.

This is also why, with the decline of Taoism, there is a great opportunity for hundreds of schools to emerge, and Three Sects of Buddhism and Taoism did not take the opportunity to expand and develop, and it is really caught in internal friction.

The three families fought constantly, with heavy casualties, but there were also many talented people.

Yuantong, the son of Shimen, Wuming, the son of Jingdao, and Hehuan, the son of Sanskrit, have grown into the leaders of the three families, under his command powerhouse as clouds.

In addition, there are also many young monks who have been promoted to holy monks. Although some have fallen, the overall number is increasing.

Among them, Shizi Yuantong is a well-deserved Number One Person.

Generally speaking, the three disputes are still the pure way and the Sanskrit religion to fight against Shimen together.

Therefore, Yuantong led the monks of Shimen to face the joint attack of the two groups, which can be described as pulling strongly against a crazy tide.

Over the years, Yuantong has been able to win countless times in the Asura battlefield, suppressing the pure way, and Sanskrit cannot counterattack.

From top to bottom, Shimen was all impressed by Yuantong. As long as he fought side by side with him, he regarded Yuantong as a savior.

"I understand!"

Yuantong nodded, "Go down!"

Wait until the monk beside him retreats, Yuantong sighed, such a tragic fight , the loss is the essence of the Buddha.

The three points of Shimen, after a brief peace, was a tragic fight for unification.

Although the number of holy monks has increased, the consumption of lower-level monks is too fast, often after a war, and countless temples and whole families disappear. In barren hills, if you see abandoned temples, the monks are dead and left unattended, and they have become the dens of foxes and mice.

As a monk, he is also a Great Ascension holy monk.

Even the military officials and saints once said to him, "Yuantong, I have to give you my name back then!"

For quite a few years, the military The minister, the saint and the monk are famous for their murderous nature. The implication is that Yuantong is about to surpass him.

This is what we are doing now, foul wind and bloody rain cover the Three Sects of Buddhism and Taoism, there is no mercy, and kindness is gone.

"What on earth are the saint monks thinking about?"

Yuantong thought to himself when he was free, and he couldn't figure it out even if he scratched his head.

That night, Yuantong was meditating and resting. In a daze, he heard a voice, "Come with me!"

Unconsciously, Yuantong followed the traces of the sound and left the station, Tossing and swaying, walking through a large fog barrier.

Gradually, he walked to an unfamiliar avenue and saw a silhouette in front of him.

Could it be that that was the one who called him over?

Yuantong took a few quick steps, saw the silhouette clearly, and was about to ask, but was stunned.

It turned out that it was two men with evil spirits, dressed in soap-like clothes, who were tying up a crying Young Master.

"Forgive me, I won't go!"

"I just went to Gold List high school, and I have a beautiful girl at home. Everyday all people come to the farm to send gold and silver to the store!"

"A bright future is in sight, I can't die!"

Young Master struggled desperately, snot and tears all over the place, "Let me go, I'm willing to reward you with thousands of dollars!"

The two men with the appearance of tolerance, sneered when they heard the words, "Daughter? If you can really take away the daughter after you die, I will really admire you!"

"Unfortunately, you teamed up in vain. , what will you buy us for?"

"Be honest, or I will pierce your bones with iron hooks and drag you to the ground!"

Master Young refused, But he was powerless to resist, just begging for mercy.

The tolerances were impatient, and they took out the iron hooks, one left and one right, hooked through Young Master's collarbone, and dragged him away like a dead dog.

"Excuse me, two people, what is ahead?"

Seeing this, Yuantong finally couldn't help it and asked.

"Monk?"

Two tolerances see Yuantong, first startled, "A stranger?"

"so that's how it is!"

"so that's how it is!"

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They didn't wait for Yuantong to continue to ask questions, kept silent, pointed to the front, and motioned him to move forward.

The locked Young Master, seeing the two of them being so polite to Yuantong, reached out for help,

"Master save me, as long as you show mercy, after I return to Yang, I will definitely Make an offer to be a monk and donate your family wealth to my Buddha!"

Yuantong stopped, turned around and regretted him, "Young Master, you don't want to give up your money, but you still refuse to accept it, you are already dead. !"

"What annoyance the fools are!"

"This poor monk advises you, follow the orders of these two soul-enchanting messengers, and you may be able to suffer less!"

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He has already guessed that the destination of this trip is the identity of the inviter.

After speaking, Yuantong strode forward and disappeared on the ground after a few steps.

"I said, over the years, the old monks on the plain have invited strangers into the underworld for the first time. What's the calculus?"

After Yuantong left, a soul-sucking messenger spoke up , asked curiously.

"What kind of abacus can you have?"

His companion shook his head, "Over the years, monks have been slaughtering, the rivers in the world have turned red, and the underworld business has continued!"

"Have you not noticed that the monks who follow the old monks on the plains have expanded to 100,000 people!"

"If this goes on, the underworld will be crowded with bald heads! It's over!"

The two soul-sucking messengers shook their heads as they spoke, always feeling that the bald-headed group was playing a big game of chess, but with their status and knowledge, they couldn't see it through.

"I only hope that Jun Yan can handle it properly!"

The soul-sucking messenger touched the top of his head, and the lush roots of his hair reassured him a little, "I don't want to shave my head!"

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"Ksitigarbha senior!"

On the plain, Yuantong bowed respectfully and put his hands together.

Behind him is the Yellow Springs Road that leads to the depths of the underworld. There are countless wandering spirits, stumbling forward and backward. On both sides of the road are enchanters, like driving cattle and sheep, constantly scolding. Fight to drive out the wandering spirits that have left the team.

In front of Yuantong, however, is the old monk Jizo, shaped like a rotten tree, who is still chanting Buddhist scriptures.

What's even more spectacular is that behind the hideout, an endless stream of monks sat cross-legged and followed him to recite sutras.

At this moment, Yuantong finally understood where the monk who died in battle went.

(end of this chapter)