"The tree has dead branches, and Tianwai Mountain is no exception, and the catastrophe of Hongtian Temple has arrived!"

Jiujie couldn't understand the meaning of the first seat's words, but was painstakingly waved back.

"Just be patient!"

Lucheng, Xie Tian took Qin Li, shopping in the market day and night, eating all kinds of roadside stalls, and never going back to Feifu if he didn't eat.

Fei Kui learned that one of his sons and daughters had become Xie Tian's apprentices, and he was so happy that he didn't know how to describe it, so he immediately announced to the whole city, and Xie Tian received all the expenses in Lucheng directly to Lucheng ten times as much.

Thank God for praising Fei Kui, and also opened his stomach.

It is a blessing to be able to eat, but it is miserable to be able to eat but not to eat!

The mainland of Kyushu has always known that Tianwai Mountain, purple bamboo forest, and wordless buildings coexist in the world, but no one really knows where the so-called Tianwai Mountain is?

Somewhere, there seemed to be mountains, and there was fog in the mountains, and there were clouds.

The clouds are constantly squeezing, producing tiny crystals that grow larger and larger until they fall out of the clouds. That's the rain!

The land had been thirsty for a long time, and there were cracks like turtles everywhere.

Countless dark-skinned, tattered-clad men were prostrate on the ground, praying reverently toward the heights, and when they raised their heads, their faces wrinkled like the cracked earth on the ground.

"Lord Buddha's blessing, the wind and rain are smooth......"

A gust of wind blew, and a cloud was blown away, revealing a huge bluestone sculpture. It was a statue of the Buddha, with lowered eyes, a statue of compassion.

It's just that the body of the Buddha statue is wearing a robe made of pure gold silk.

The moment the rain fell, countless people sang songs of worship to the Buddha, and only a small boy turned over and picked up a stone, his little face full of anger.

The stone in his hand was thrown onto the tip of the Buddha's nose, with a crisp click, and then fell.

Like a mosquito that has fallen after drinking blood.

Meaningless, far-reaching......

"Who dares to be disrespectful to the Buddha!"

Under the Buddha statue, several lotus seats, there are a few white and chubby monks, for the piety of this group of servants, the monks also nodded secretly, expressing satisfaction.

But that was only a moment ago, and after the stone landed on the Buddha statue, all satisfaction vanished, and it was replaced by anger.

The servants spontaneously looked for the Diao people who dared to be disrespectful to the Buddha.

"It's him, Blackie!"

"Yes, it's him, it's a big sin to be disrespectful to the Buddha!"

"Grandpa Bodhisattva, it's none of our business, our respect for the Buddha can be learned!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and countless people were prostrate on the ground, only the stubborn Xiao Hei, holding his thin fists, trembling all over, shouted in a childish voice.

"You are all liars, since the Buddha is compassionate, why do you have to wait until so many people die before you are willing to rain?"

No one would have thought that the doubts from the world would be a child.

On the lotus seat, a white and chubby monk waved his hand, and the monk standing straight behind him stepped on the mud, passed through the rain curtain, and lifted the small black thin body high.

"Blaspheme the Lord Buddha and go to hell!"

The fierce monk soldier threw the small black and thin body high and was about to land at the foot of the compassionate bluestone Buddha statue.

Shout!

A figure flashed by, accurately catching the rapidly falling Xiao Hei.

There was no expression on Xiao Hei's face, and in the face of death, he didn't even show fear.

It was a very ordinary servant who caught Xiao Hei, and the only thing that was not ordinary was his eyes, deep and cold!

"Bold, do you want to disobey the Buddha too?"

The servant put Xiao Hei down, stood in the rain curtain, tilted his head slightly, looked at the statue of the Buddha high above, and snorted contemptuously, "What Buddha? It's just a vampire in a robe!"

"It's against you, come on, take it!"

Even the monk on the lotus seat was angry and shouted at the monks.

The monk waved the spear in his hand, and instantly came to the servants, and waved the spear at the crook of the servants' legs.

The servants did not move, but the spear clicked and broke in two!

The monk soldier's arm was numb, his mouth cracked, and he was dripping with blood.

"Cultivator!"

"How is it possible, aren't servants unable to practice?"

The middle-aged servant wiped the rain from his face, looked at the so-called monks in front of him indifferently, and then said lightly.

"Someone will always tear down the stone Buddha of false compassion. ”

The monks said angrily: "But it won't be you!"

"You're right, but so matter, I'm just one spark in a thousand dry wood. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged servant dug out a crooked sickle from the soil beneath his feet, which they used to harvest grain.

Every year's autumn harvest, almost all of the harvest is transported into the temple, and the monks steam the white flour steamed buns in large drawers, while they eat the unpalatable wheat bran cakes.

But they still hope for a good harvest every year, because it will have enough wheat bran to eat. Until one day, the servants in front of them came down from the sky and told them that if they knocked down the stone statue, they would be able to eat white-flour steamed buns, and they would be able to go out of this place and bask in the sun of Kyushu.

Blackie's parents were the ones who longed for the sun, but they died in the darkest corners.

That's why Xiao Hei hates the stone Buddha so much, because their laughter will only send chills down people's backs.

The scythe was clenched, and the spear-wielding monk was sliced head-on.

In the eyes of these servants, the god-like monks spurted the same bright red blood as they did, and then they fell down with a pair of eyes that seemed to have no mercy but fear, and the servants realized that these noble gods would also bleed, fear, and finally die!

The white fat monks on the lotus seat were furious, and they jumped up from the lotus platform one after another, and their palms, which were whiter than steamed buns, slapped at the middle-aged servant with the sound of the whirring wind.

Xiao Hei's eyes flashed, and he suddenly raised his arms and shouted, "In order to prevent our white noodles from being taken away, drive away these fake and compassionate monks!"

Xiao Hei didn't make much sense, but he had once smelled the fragrance of steamed buns through the window, so he remembered and remembered how disgusting those fat white monks who gnawed on steamed buns were.

Looking at Xiao Hei's thin body, he unexpectedly burst out with a powerful force, knocking over a monk soldier, and the other servants were full of blood in their hearts.

"Yes, get back what belongs to us!"

A heavy rain drove away the drought for nearly half a year, but it ignited the fire in the hearts of the servants like oil.

Nearly 100 monks and soldiers, as well as the monks on the lotus seat, their strength is no surprise to crush these servants whose ancestors can only deal with hoes and sickles.

But a moment later, the monks were overwhelmed by the angry crowd, and the towering Buddha statue fell into the mud and fell to pieces.

The frenzied servants swarmed up and broke into the temple, turning out the hoarded white noodles, and the older servants wept.

That night, the temple was brightly lit, the kitchen was steaming, and a steady stream of white-flour steamed buns were brought out.

The middle-aged servant who took the lead took a bite and smiled!

He was the cook in the ruined temple that day. Xie Tian once remembered that he was loyal to Yi Lan and rewarded him with a kick. Later, Xie Tian found him again and let him enter the most mysterious place in Tianwai Mountain.

Since then, Xie Tian has been planning the affairs of Tianwai Mountain. A Buddhist sect can force a people's girl into a ghost, how much of a crime.

Because of the plan of thanksgiving, the cook succeeded and became a part of this vast servant, and he hid for many days for the present.

Xiao Hei was eleven years old, and the cook used anti-heaven means to transform him into a monk, and similarly, he also secretly transformed a huge cultivation team.

Buddhism will no longer be a pure place!

......

Xie Tian stuffed a piece of stinky tofu into his mouth, the chili pepper was so spicy that he sweated, he took a breath and said, "It's enjoyable!"

Qin Li followed behind, covered his nose, and said with disgust: "I really don't understand, you are such a big person, and you are like a child, and you don't think about the consequences at all." ”

"I decided to do this because I thought about the consequences. ”

Thank you for another bowl, thinking that if there was a can of cold beer, it would be perfect. Qin Li's words, he didn't think about it, but thinking about the people who are suffering in the world, he felt that he acted too late.

"I really should throw you into the outer mountains, see what life those people live, and see if you will say good things for those bald donkeys?"

The matter of challenging Hongtian Temple was vigorously publicized by the Fei family, and now it is known to everyone in Kyushu, and many people scolded the Fei family for looking for death, and dared to shout in front of the gate of Kyushu.

Fei Yan was also frightened, but thinking about Xie Tian's attitude, he was also out of the way.

On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, that is, the day of the challenge, Lucheng was already overcrowded, if nothing else, but I just wanted to witness with my own eyes, how did the Fei family kill themselves?

As the lord of Kyushu, Jinghuang Zhou Yuyan also secretly rushed to Lucheng that day, followed by the national teacher Mu Hibiscus and the head of Tianxun Dao.

As a challenger, the Fei family is not built, there are dozens of carriages and horses alone, and the cost is staggering. Xie Tian and Qin Li got into the most luxurious carriage and picked up the dust from Wencheng.

Chuchen looked at Xie Tian, a little excited, Xie Tian rubbed his little head, and said softly: "How are you understanding those books I gave you?"

Izuchen smiled and said, "Don't worry, Brother Tian, the Daoist of Tianji said that I am the person with the most wisdom he has ever seen." ”

"Okay, the dust must be the best, you know, Brother Tian knew when he saw you for the first time that one day, you will bring blessings to many people in the world. ”

"Don't worry, Brother Tian, I won't let you down. Izuchen clenched his fists, and a trace of perseverance appeared on his delicate face.

The carriage left Lucheng and headed south, heading in the direction of Tianwai Mountain. In order for the brigade of carriages and horses to reach their destination smoothly and quickly, the Fei family began to build roads as early as when the challenge was issued.

It took time and effort, and finally before the arrival of the ninth day of September, a road leading directly to Tianwai Mountain was built, which can be described as extremely domineering!