Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the monks all shout that they are concentrating on cultivating Buddhism, but in fact, there is a struggle for power and profit. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In the White Horse Temple, there are two halls of real power, one is the Yanwu Hall, and the other is the Lecture Hall.

As for the Zhike Hall and the Dining Hall, although they are facing the general public while managing the three meals a day in the temple, the location of the White Horse Temple is not important.

The monks practice Buddhism and martial arts, and all the guiding techniques, scriptures, and management power are in the lecture hall.

Specific martial arts cultivation needs to be taught by Yanwutang.

In fact, at the beginning, there were a few monks from the Western Regions in the White Horse Temple, who knew a little bit of external skills and translated Buddhist scriptures full-time, really wanting to spread the Buddhist classics to the Central Plains.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Liu Zhuang of the Han Ming Dynasty began to suppress the family and the sect. As for the family, it is natural to support a group and bring down a group.

In the early years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the sect blossomed everywhere, but it was not easy to do.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the vast majority of schools of thought were annihilated in the long river of history, and only the Daomen was brilliant.

Even if there are Taoist mountains in some places, there are other schools in them, and the names are Taoist priests, Emperor Ming did not dare to do it, because of the demise of those schools in history, which one is not bloody? When the time comes, it will endanger the Liu family, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Suddenly, the Buddhist gate from Fanbang came into sight, which made Liu Zhuang overjoyed, and against the thousands of Taoist priests gathered all over the country, he brazenly let these monks from the Western Regions gain a foothold in Luoyang.

The monk is not a fool, the emperor has such obvious support, of course, he has to call friends and prepare to show his strength in the capital.

In addition, the Daomen has always been high, and many families and schools are also secretly helping, which makes the foreign monks cry with joy, and when they return to the Western Regions to pull people, they just say: People are stupid and come quickly.

Perhaps at first, their purpose was very simple, because there were too many wars in the Western Regions, although the common people believed in Buddhism, the rights of various tribes were in the hands of a few nobles, and the monks were just a group of bald heads who had no power and only knew how to practice meditation.

Now that they have the support of the royal family and the great family, these people's minds are active, and they begin to secretly accumulate strength, recruit masters from the family, and mobilize force from the Western Regions and even poison.

To this day, the absolute force of Buddhism is not inferior to that of the Li family, the leader of the Taoist sect.

Suddenly, one day, a monk named Bodhidharma came from his body poison, with peerless martial arts, and beat the monks who despised him to the point of urine, and had to admit his leadership status.

On the bright side, the biggest boss of the White Horse Temple is the abbot, who knows that the poisonous monk has been hidden in the dark.

The arrival of Bodhidharma may have made the White Horse Temple the most powerful place in the Han Dynasty in terms of high-end force, but the strong grandmaster was used by him for experiments, and he has lost half of it so far.

Of course, the monks have fantasies, if one day, they can use what Bodhidharma said to absorb the internal force of others for their own use, then the rise of Buddhism is no longer a dream, and there is no need to nest in the land of Luoyang projectiles.

The development of a sect is not to build a temple today and add a temple tomorrow as the history books say, but to crush it by force first and eliminate all opposing voices.

Without Bodhidharma's toss, it will be much more difficult for everyone to act tonight, more than 20 grandmasters and powerhouses, and it would be better if there were three or four more to besiege you.

To be able to reach a super-first-class martial artist, all of them are the qualifications of one in the crowd, and experience is a matter of a few fights for them, and when the proficiency comes up, it should be Zhao Yun and they have a headache.

"It doesn't matter if you're smart or not!" Tong Yuan and the apprentice made eye contact, and the two of them broke out and swung their swords at the two monks who were reciting the Sutra of the Past Life.

The master has a trick, don't look at the number of rounds and how many rounds are said in the novel, it's just a story.

As soon as you make a move, you go all out, and if you have a mental calculation or an unintentional or look for the other party's flaws, one blow is fatal, and it is not a competition between friends.

Zhao Yun still didn't know if there was a legendary turtle breath among the warriors, anyway, he himself could hold his breath for several hours.

The monks' fighting style is very cruel, and after he succeeds, he immediately uses a sword to behead him, for fear that someone will not die.

Zhijing's eyes are cracking, who doesn't give himself face in Luoyang? He had no impression of the three people in front of him, maybe they were people from the mountains and wilderness, and only people from small places would not follow the rules.

"You, you" He was inexplicably sad and indignant, unable to speak.

In the blink of an eye, the high-end combat power of the White Horse Temple was only left by himself and the three monks behind him.

Don't talk about the apprentices, it's just that when you see these murderers who don't blink, you are exhausted, and you have a lot of combat power, and you can only play five or six points at most.

In the eyes of the Zhao Ren brothers, Zhao Yun was not so cruel when he was fighting in the northern frontier, but they knew that this kid must have a reason to do this, and he would be beheaded after each killing.

"We're here to kill people tonight," Zhao Meng took the eight brothers to cut off the last head: "From the day you want to get involved in my Great Han Martial Artist Class, you must be ready for destruction." ”

He led people to surround him, and took the lead in attacking from behind, and the sword did not hesitate to pick up a young monk.

The monk was in a daze, and he was busy blocking it with an iron rod with his eyebrows, but he couldn't help but stumble.

Tonight's Cao family, the assignment is still very easy, they jumped in from the back wall, there is a vegetable garden, next to the dormitory of a group of monks.

"Mengde, isn't it too cruel?" Xiahou Yuan is a powerful general in history, and now it is the first time to kill someone, and he killed a monk who has no ability to resist.

Xiahoudun was even more unbearable, just came out of a monk's house, lay on the wall and began to vomit, and did not dare to make a sound, for fear of alarming other monks, very uncomfortable.

"Big brother, don't you understand?" Although Cao Cao was also quite uncomfortable in his heart, he didn't show it: "The barbarian has reached the belly of my big man, but you hold the benevolence of a woman, how can you achieve great things?" ”

Cao Zheng and the two are masters in front of the juniors, silent, and always monitor everything around them.

Even if their movement was not very large, it still alarmed the abbot of the last monastic house.

He has a high level of skill, and he has long found that something is wrong tonight, first there was a movement at the mountain gate, and then there was a miserable cry from the side of the martial arts arena.

But he didn't care much about all this, and the sea of people who had suspicions about the White Horse Temple went away, and from time to time someone wanted to come to find out the details at night, and finally turned into fertilizer for the huge vegetable garden.

Wrong! As soon as the abbot turned over and got up, he didn't care about putting on the monk's robe, and soared into the sky, and the monk's house broke a hole in the shape of a man.

He looked everywhere and immediately discovered Cao Cao's group of people.

After a little temptation, my God, there are even strong grandmasters.

In the past, even if there were Xiaoxiao, there were some second-rate and third-rate martial artists, and some even had no martial arts, and the courtyard wall had to be climbed in with the help of tools, and even first-class martial artists had never come, let alone the strong grandmasters?

"Who are you waiting for?" The abbot's heart sank: "The poor monk presides over the temple Huineng!" ”

"The man who killed you!" Cao Zheng watched all directions, listened to all directions, and instantly rushed to him.

His weapon is a long knife, but it is a pity that no one in the Cao family has learned it from his juniors, but it is the Xiahou Yuan Xiahoudun brothers who have gained a bit of essence, and later shined under Cao Cao.

Xiahou Zhong was motionless, he was watching the battle from the sidelines, for fear that another master would appear.

But he said that Cao Zheng had a long knife in his hand, and he didn't slow down for a minute, holding the knife with both hands and slashing down.

Huineng took a step back and reflexively raised her right hand.

Immediately, he snorted, and his right hand was cut off by the roots.

"Bodhidharma, you brute, why is it not bad to lie to me, and you can't come out yet?" Huineng was so angry that he scolded.

As soon as the poisonous monk arrived at the White Horse Temple, he impressed the high-level people in the temple with his proficiency in scriptures and strong martial arts.

He has been experimenting, can he absorb the internal force of any martial artist, and he has failed again and again, so that he no longer has patience, and tonight he will suck all the attendants who have always followed him from the poison in his body.

Who knew that something was wrong, but fortunately, a fool from a passer-by broke in rashly.

Bodhidharma is pranayama at the moment, and his body is quite bad.

Huineng's words were sent directly to his ears, and a mouthful of reverse blood sprayed out, as if he was a little more comfortable.

If the skin does not have hair, will it be attached? He also ignored his own body and came out.

"Poor monk Bodhidharma, who dares to trespass into the retreat place of the White Horse Temple?" Without any movement, he came to Huineng's side in the blink of an eye to stop the bleeding for him.

At this moment, Cao Cao felt a crisis that he had never felt before, and it was a little strange that he seemed to see a monk standing in the air with a smile on his face. (To be continued.) )