Everyone saw that the big demon Ba Yanwang looked funny and jumped back again, and they were puzzled.

Yan Wang's face turned pale: "National Master Athera, there is a way to lift this 'seven-day half-step reversal', and I will fulfill your wish." ”

"This spell has never been seen in my life, and it is very likely that it is combined with some kind of martial art, and I can't do anything about it. Zen Master Ashera shook his head.

"Master Zhenghui, you and I are going to prepare to ambush them!" Yan Wang turned his head and said, since he knew that the other party only had the strength of the mid-stage of Dingqi, he must not give up.

Master Zhenghui shook his head: "Forgive me, my strength is all above the spirit qin, and the qin is broken, it will take at least a month to repair it, even if the other party is the same as me, but I am not afraid of my sonic illusion, please forgive me for not being caught." ”

"A bunch of rubbish!" Yan Wang cursed in a low voice, jumping up and down to take the people away.

On the top of the hill, only monks and bhikshunis remained, and Venerable Zhenghui waved his hand to signal the other bhikshunis to retreat and guard the surrounding area.

Zen Master Asera also waved his hand.

On the hill, only Venerable Zhenghui, Zen Master Ashera and one of his disciples, Ang Shan, remained.

Master Zhenghui bowed and said, "I wonder why Zen Master Athera stopped me from helping the Great Moba?"

Zen Master Athera said expressionlessly, "Do you believe that he will change the thousand-year-old practice of your country for you and elevate the status of bhikshunis?"

"Poor Ni just wants to do a little bit of help. A hint of gloom flashed across Venerable Zhenghui's gentle face.

The rights of men and women in Myanmar are very unequal, and people are divided into five classes: monks are first-class citizens, men are second-class citizens, women are third-class citizens, bhikshunis are fourth-class citizens, and ladyboys are fifth-class citizens.

In this Buddhist country, there are not only the splendid Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon, the world's best jadeite, but also the rampant phenomenon of human smuggling and trafficking, and Myanmar girls are constantly under threat of being trafficked.

Many women were sold to Thailand, Malay, South Korea and other neighboring countries to work as laborers, prostitutes and women, and live a slave-like life. As a result, many poor families in Myanmar send their daughters to nunnery to find a place to shelter in order to avoid being trafficked.

Becoming a monk means that it is difficult to turn back once you enter the Buddha, you have to dedicate your life to the Buddha and the temple, for many years with the ancient Buddha of the green lantern as a companion, reciting Buddhist chants, there is almost no possibility of returning to the world, once you return to the world, you will be subject to all kinds of discrimination, it is difficult to marry, it is difficult to make a living, so the social status of the bhikshunis in Myanmar is very low, and Master Zhenghui of the Boudida Monastery is a member of the bhikshunis, and he has been determined to change all this since he was a child.

"Support my disciple Ang Shan, he will help you, although he may not be able to do it, but he will gradually change the environment of your country. Zen Master Ashera said softly.

“…… , I understand!" Master Zhenghui glanced at Zen Master Angshan who was standing next to him and nodded.

"Don't get involved in that person's affairs, he is very lucky, he is not a short-lived person, and Yanwang is his enemy...... The sky is about to change!" Zen Master Asera glanced at the sky slowly.

"The sky is about to change?" Master Zhenghui raised his eyebrows.

"Go ahead. Zen Master Ashera waved his hand.

"Farewell. Venerable Zhenghui bowed deeply, turned around and descended the mountain, and soon disappeared with a group of bhikshunis in pink robes.

When all the bhikshunis and other nuns at the foot of the mountain disappeared, Zen Master Asira spat out a mouthful of blood and languished on the ground.

"Master, what's wrong with you!" Zen Master Angshan beside him hurriedly helped.

"Originally, there was not much life, but he hurt his five organs, and this time he is going to really die. Zen Master Ashera said indifferently.

"I'm going to avenge my master!" Angshan Zen Master had a gloomy face.

"No need, he has already saved his face, at most he has slightly injured his viscera, and he can recover after a period of recuperation, but my skin is not right, and he has already decayed, you must not seek revenge from him. Zen Master Ashera said in a deep voice.

Born in Kyaw Tang Village, Ingap Township, Irrawaddy Province, Ang Shan became a monk at the age of 13 and entered a temple in Kyaw Tang Village as a novice.

"Master!" Angshan Zen Master burst into tears, the master faked his death and passed away, preparing to kill Ah Zansong, all in exchange for a bright future for him.

In the future, you should take the promotion of Buddhism as your own responsibility, and continue to move forward in order to realize the vision of 'harmony in people's hearts, harmony in family, harmony in interpersonal relationships, harmony in society, harmony in civilization, and peace in the world', accumulate good fortune, and eventually become a generation of national teachers." ”

"I will!" Zen Master Angshan wept silently.

"Angshan, after today, you will be the host of the Moge Monastery, don't have hatred in your heart, flowing water into the sea, the will of heaven will not be violated!" As he spoke, Zen Master Athera tried his best to sit up, and a generation of Burmese monks Ashra Zen Master passed away.

Zen Master Angshan knelt in front of him, wept silently and swore to the sky that he would inherit the will of his master Athera.

After that, Aung Shan, who took over as Zen Master Athera, began to vigorously develop the Mokor Monastery, which was built in a remote jungle with only about 20 Buddhist disciples, and gradually developed into a Zen monastery with more than 60 buildings that can accommodate more than 4,000 people to listen to the sermon at the same time, becoming the largest Dharma meditation center in Yangon, with more than 6,000 Buddhist disciples from all over the world studying and meditating in this center every year.

Thanks to Aung Shan's efforts, more than 600 meditation centers have been established in Myanmar, and more than 70 of them are recognized as holy places for learning Buddhism. Every year on his birthday, he sponsors more than 500 disciples who are interested in becoming monks or nuns to learn the Buddhist way.

He is also one of the patrons of the Vipassana Meditation Centre in Yangon and a member of the organizing committee of the Vipassana Zen Centre in London. Every year, Aung Son also conducts more than 200 lectures to promote Buddhism throughout Myanmar, and his followers spread throughout Myanmar to become a generation of national teachers.

Another seven days passed, and Wang Zixuan woke up in his meditation.

He glanced back, the three thousand tons of jade raw ore was already thin in aura, but his harvest was huge.

Set the six qi to complete, and fix the gas in the middle stage!

"Master Wang, can we go?" Seeing Wang Zixuan get up, Ah Zansong walked over quickly.

"Let's go. Wang Zixuan nodded.

Ah Zansong said worriedly: "We have received news that 20,000 national defense troops have been assembled on the border, and it is likely that Yan Wang is trying to deal with us!"

It wasn't difficult for them to leave, the problem was that they still had to take the two-hundred-ton boulder with them.

"Got it!" Wang Zixuan said in a deep voice, his right hand behind his back quickly calculated.

As soon as his right hand stopped, he didn't rely on his own efforts but opportunistically, and he would really kill him.

Seven days have passed, and the Great Demon Ba Yanwang found that he did not urinate blood again.

He mobilized border guards through the order of President Nai'an to stop Wang Zixuan.

He was ugly for seven days, and he was very ashamed.

In the temporary headquarters, one general, two lieutenant generals, and three generals were sitting under the command of Da Moba Yanwang.

Yan Wang said with a proud expression: "Six helicopters will haul a boulder, it is impossible to fly fast, and use artillery to knock them down!"

"Commissioner Yanwang, who is on the plane, can you tell us? The white-haired admiral rubbed his hands together and smiled awkwardly.

"This is President Nai'an's order, you just need to carry it out!" said in a deep voice.

"General, urgent telegram!" a signal soldier hurried in.

The general took the telegram and only glanced at it, and then his face became solemn: "Two mechanical divisions of the Third Military Region of Siam are heading to the border, claiming that it is an emergency drill, and the warlord Jingpo has also moved!"

He turned his head and said: "Your Excellency Yanwang, even if you are a special commissioner of the president, the army is the most important weapon of the country! The duty is to defend the country, defend the interests of the nation, and resist foreign aggression, not a tool in someone's hands, you must tell us who is on the plane!"

Regarding the bottom line of principles, the old general, who was like a good man before, changed his humility and became extremely tough.

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