What's more, there is still a special intelligence department in the country, and there is also a Zen Xi Temple that is restricting, and in some aspects, I don't even have the right to speak at all, so in order to pursue a stronger force, I must follow the path you have taken, ignore the constraints of common sense and rules, use absolute power, destroy the center of all enemies, establish an institution with profound influence that no one can contend with, and use the economic power and violent force at hand to control the region and even the country.

I figured this out, so I left Tibetan Tantra temporarily, although my actions are still not understood by many people, but after destroying the Zen Temple and taking over Tibetan Tantra again, there will be no organization in the country that can match us, and at that time, the people of Tibetan Tantra will understand my painstaking efforts, and in order to make us strong, in order to make our country strong, this is an essential step. ”

"Do you want to control the country......" Zhitong shook his head.

"Sometimes, I really think you're crazy!"

"Hahahaha......" Dorjee laughed and looked at the buildings around him in the smoke of gunfire.

"When we first spoke, who would have thought that one day in the future, we would be standing in the core headquarters of the Zen Temple? Caesar was a madman who wanted to conquer the whole of Rome, and Hitler was a madman who tried to plant the flag everywhere the sun could shine, and one of them became a hero and the other became a hero, and the biggest difference was that one succeeded and the other failed. Maybe I'm also a madman, but I'm a madman, I don't have that big ambitions, I just want to be strong, I don't want to conquer. ”

"Hehe......" Zhitong laughed.

"I love working with you madman. Zhitong said as he fired with two guns.

"Buried!" Jiehua, who was in the bunker, dragged the two people beside him and quickly buried them beside him, but he was still one step slower, and the two were thrown out by the bullet and fell to the rear.

Jiehua prostrate behind the bunker, knowing that Zhitong is relying on the death of these two people, to give him the last warning, Zhitong and seven generations of Zen descendants in the Zen Temple, has always been known as the two legends after the previous heirs, and in that year, they were known as the two people who were most likely to become the new generation of Zen descendants. They shine brightly, the Zen Temple is a place full of competition, but no one has ever been jealous of the two of them, the two of them are talents created by God, radiant, belonging to the kind of characters who always exude light, golden creatures, everyone sees them, they will only have a general feeling of reverence, Jiehua is the same group of characters as them.

In the whole team, his various index results can only be regarded as middle and upper, and their entire batch of teams is praised by the commentators of the Zen Xi Temple as the talent who will guide the Zen Xi Temple to the most glorious period in the future.

At that time, Zhitong and Zen Qi were still very young, young and vigorous, looking at everyone with a lofty expression, for the worship of the crowd, they took it for granted, their worship was no less than the popularity of the Beatles in the world in the seventies, it was a kind of culture, like cowboys, the culture that deeply rooted the uninhibited rock and roll and the free indulgence that penetrated into the bone marrow. The same is true of Zhitong and Zen Qi, who are known as the double-edged swords of the asuras, shining brighter than the stars in the night sky.

No one could have imagined the warm atmosphere with which countless warrior monks held them in high esteem, a glorious period, a kind of soul that is not found in the temple today. On the eve of the impact on the descendants of Zen Buddhism, Jiehua met Zhitong who was sitting alone at night for the first time, and it was also the first time that Jiehua walked into the heart of this man who was worshiped like a god at ordinary times. He told him that he wanted to go far away.

Bullets flew in the night sky, the path of light flashed and disappeared, many warrior monks were shot and fell, but there were many from various places to shoot, Zen Temple fell into a sea of battles, the world of bullets and bullets, the time and space have also become battlefields, outside the radius, you can hear the sound of bullets shooting out of the chamber roaring.

The abbot's instructions came from the ears of the precepts.

"Precepts, it's not just the Freemasonry who are attacking, but also a lot of mysterious armed forces that have invaded the Zen Temple, as well as previous traitors, and now the Tibetan Tantra has also rebelled, with more than hundreds of people, and there are wars everywhere, these people are converging towards the location of the generator set attic, the pressure on your side may be greater, support it, the reserve team members are trying to take the high points of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on the left and right sides, and reduce the pressure on your flanks!"

Countless unknown armed forces attacked from all directions, proving that this attack was not only a small fight between Freemasonry and Tibetan Tantric Arhats, but a surprise attack that gathered a large number of weapons, but these armed forces were relatively much smaller than Zhitong and others, and the threat posed by these armed forces was relatively smaller。

The other party's armed man page is more than a step worse than the war monks of the Zen Xi Temple, but the victory is in the number of people, not necessarily more than the armed forces of the Zen Xi Temple, but such a sudden organized and planned assembly of superior forces, it does increase the pressure to recapture this area a lot, there are only a hundred war monks on hand, five columns, one of the columns led by the Jiehua is in front, more than half of the losses, most of them are from the distant hills* And Zhitong's point shot, the two columns have detoured to the hills on both sides, and there is a threatening * on the hill on the left, I don't know who the user is, but Jiewu faintly feels that he knows the opponent.

On the building on the right, there are more than 100 enemy armed personnel stationed in, and a column of war monks breaks in, as long as there are no masters such as Zhitong in charge, it is only a matter of time to solve the problem.

The precepts are restored through the headset.

"The one ahead is Zhitong, I want to prevent him from entering the Scripture Pavilion, to prevent the defense of the power plant from being strengthened again, I will stop Zhitong!

"Don't let you do it on your own! Defend me, it's an order!" the precept shouted into the intercom.

Jiehua looked at Zhitong's direction and smiled at the intercom.

"What I hate the most is to be called around by you!You turtle grandson, don't think that you have some power, I won't buy your account!" Jiehua took out a pair of * from the fallen war monk on the ground, then changed his assault rifle, turned around, looked at Zhitong who was walking unscrupulously, and took a leap, crossed the bunker, and rushed towards Zhitong.

"Don't be too arrogant! Zhitong!" I didn't think that there would be such a day, Zhitong in front of him, once the person he admired the most in the era of warrior monk training, but now, he will face this former idol head-on, he has seen Zhitong's unattainable training results and strength countless times before, and even thought about how heroic he is in the face of the enemy, but Jiehua never thought that one day, he would become his old man.

Maybe that lonely night, Zhitong accidentally opened his heart to him, not as a friend, but as a stranger who could talk to in that environment, but in Jiehua's heart, they were already friends, whether Zhitong regarded him as a friend or not, it is undoubtedly the saddest thing to attack his friend now.

But now, he doesn't have any choice, Zhitong said, he wants to go to a distant place, he wants to be free, he wants to see a broader world in the future, that is, because of this, he continues to work hard, towards the goal of Zen Buddhism, towards leaving this Zen temple, but he was finally left behind by Master Xuanbei.

On the day of the failure of the Zen Buddhism, did Zhitong's lonely back represent the shattering of his ideals, and finally the beginning of his ambition?

Jiehua stood on one foot in the treetops, he faintly felt the spiritual locking power from the distant hills, that was a sniper, this feeling was too familiar, that was the momentum that pressed everything, it could only come from one person, another S-class wanted person in the Zen Temple,. If you want to stop Zhitong, you must pass the level of Void Ming.

"Zhitong, the person above the bunker on the left, is Jiehua. The corners of Xuming's lips lifted slightly, and he whispered a word.

“Goodbye.” Then the trigger was pulled. The corners of Xuming's mouth also rose at the same time, and his body suddenly spun like a top on the top of the village, breaking into the dense bushes, and swept countless lining leaves with a bang, this bullet arced out in the night sky, catching up with Jiehua who escaped towards the space on the right side of the village, getting closer and closer!

Jiehua's body flipped at this moment, the bullets grazed his body, and the monk's robe cracked a two-foot-long splinter mark, breaking a small tree behind him. Jiehua landed, just at a distance of twenty meters in front of Zhitong.

Void Ming smiled and shifted away from the sniper scope.

"Didn't you hit a guy...... Then leave it to Zhitong to deal with......" The two of them stood face to face, and the precepts in the rear spared no effort to allow the others to quickly break through the buildings on both sides, providing a complete dominant position for the later precept elder team.

Jiehua looked at Zhitong in front of him in disbelief, the former bald head had grown out of the dense forest, his hair drooped down, covering his eyebrows, looking at Jiehua, between the two of them, there was no sound.

I don't know if Zhitong denied himself, probably Zhitong should have forgotten that he was just one of the countless people who worshipped him in the Zen Temple. He used to be so dazzling, but now he has become an enemy standing in front of him, and life is really a bit contradictory. Jiehua raised his gun and muttered.