Shaomu Mountain, a relatively remote Zen courtyard, the bronze ancient bell rings by itself, the sound is strong, echoing in the mountains, not harsh, dozens of miles away can vaguely hear the bell.

It doesn't know how long it has existed, and its surface is covered with patina, simple and vicissitudes, as if it is telling the rise and fall of the years.

A group of monks of all sizes around them watched in horror and recited scriptures, some of them unable to understand this miraculous phenomenon.

Secretly, Poplar and Qinghe watched and did not come forward.

"That ancient bell, it seems to be a magic weapon?" Qinghe said with some uncertainty.

Nodding, Bai Yang said: "Maybe the ancient bell in history is a very important ritual instrument, blessed by the mental power of countless people, and now the vitality nourishment has undergone a miraculous change, and it has become a magic weapon, which can barely be regarded as a product."

"A magic weapon, it is not weak for this world, maybe the power of this ancient bell is limited, but it is a magic weapon within the range, and the power is extraordinary when used well, but unfortunately, the people around do not know how to practice and cannot be urged, and now it can only be regarded as an ornament" Qinghe looked at the ancient bell over there and said.

This kind of sonic range magic weapon, the lethality of the individual is limited, it can be used in the pile, the sound wave is a piece of sweeping, it cannot be measured by common sense, Qinghe practices the music and martial arts, and sees the ancient bell very thoroughly.

The innate Tai Chi gossip diagram in his eyes flashed, and Bai Yang smiled thoughtfully: "Don't worry, look at it"

I don't understand the purpose of Bai Yang's coming here, it stands to reason that a piece of artifact that has barely entered a first-grade magic weapon does not need Bai Yang to run in person at all, but since Bai Yang is here, he naturally has his intentions, Qing He didn't say anything more, and watched quietly.

The reason why Poplar is here is because the world is changing, and what may happen here next may become a fuse, and the beginning of some similar things after the world changes is estimated to start here.

In one corner of the temple, several people gathered to discuss in a whisper.

There were five people in total, two were elderly monks, and three were middle-aged people in suits and pot-bellied.

The five people gathered together, and the two monks looked helpless, only listening to the three middle-aged men in suits with big bellies pointing and pointing.

One of them, wearing glasses and combing his big back, said: "You can't deal with this ancient bell by yourself, I have notified the province, and someone will soon take over or even take away the ancient clock, what we need to do next is to protect the scene."

As soon as this sentence came out, one of the old monks was anxious and said: "How can this be done, the ancient bell is the property of the temple and cannot be taken away!" ”

"It's up to you, it doesn't even matter if I say it, the world is changing, what the country wants is stability and harmony, Gu Zhong staying here will only add hidden dangers, I hope you can understand" someone on the side said in a tough tone.

"But ......"

"It's nothing, that's it!"

The old monk was about to say something, but was interrupted impatiently.

What the three middle-aged men in the big bellied suits saw in their eyes was not an extraordinary ancient clock, but a shortcut to climbing, and if they handed over the ancient clock, their buttocks should be able to move up, right?

Seeing all this in his eyes, Poplar did not intervene and let it develop naturally.

For the next ten minutes, the ancient bell was still ringing to itself, at a frequency of once every ten seconds, ten minutes later, the so-called people from the province who were going to take away the ancient bell had not yet come, but a group of uninvited guests came.

This Zen temple had originally been blocked, but a group of people broke into here with a ruthless attitude, and these people cooperated tacitly with each other's actions, and they were not ordinary troublemakers.

"Who are you? This is not for you to come, get out of here, or I'll call the police!" ”

Suddenly, the middle-aged man with glasses and a big back who was discussing things with the old monk in the corner stood up and said in a tough tone.

There are a lot of people who come here, more than a hundred, vaguely surrounded by the Zen Temple, they are tourists dressed as tourists, half of them broke into the Zen Temple, did not listen to the warning, one of them made a gesture, and the rest of the people all flocked to the ancient bell.

"Stop, who are you!"

The old monk saw that something was wrong, and immediately ran to the ancient bell and said loudly.

However, as soon as he made a move, three outsiders rushed towards him, and the three of them seemed to be murderous in their actions.

The way was blocked, the old monk knew that things were not good, and wanted to forcibly break over to protect Gu Zhong, but the next moment, he stiffened and sweated on his forehead, because among the three people who stopped him, someone took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at his head.

Not only that, but at this time, the dozens of people who broke into the Zen monastery each had a gun in their hands, and the muzzle of the gun kept sweeping over the heads of a group of people who were originally in the Zen monastery, and the deterrent effect was amazing.

Suddenly, the chanting sound in the original Zen courtyard stopped, and it became silent, only the ancient bell was still ringing.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Someone clapped their hands, and people's eyes focused on the past, but it was a person with a cap and sunglasses, and after attracting people's attention, he said: "Our purpose is the ancient clock, we don't want to hurt people, please cooperate!" ”

"You are not from Huaxia! Want to snatch my Chinese treasures? The old monk who was pointed at the head realized something, looked at the other party and said in shock.

The other party did not answer, but motioned for the others to move the ancient bell away.

The gang came prepared, and by this time a pickup truck had already driven outside the monastery.

"You can't do this, it's a robbery, it's a crime, you're sent by that country? Do you want to provoke contradictions between peoples! The old monk asked loudly, not wanting the ancient bell to fall into the hands of a foreign race.

At this moment, the three people who were quite leaders closed their mouths and quietly retreated, not daring to speak.

"Shut up, these are not issues you should consider, cooperate obediently, you can also assume that you don't know, again, we don't want to hurt people, but it doesn't mean that we won't hurt people!" The man in the cap said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, as if he was disdainful, and his eyes under the sunglasses were a little disappointed.

Someone over there had already broken into the small bell tower and was ready to tear down the ancient bell and take it away.

"Listen to the monks, you can't let them succeed, stop them, as long as you hold on for a while, there will be armed police officers and soldiers coming over soon!" The old monk shouted.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted by a whip leg, a pop, a few teeth fell out, and he fell to the ground and convulsed.

The three middle-aged people with big bellies on the side looked horrified, and they were slandered in their hearts, what are you doing with a fake monk hired for money, and you really think of yourself as an abbot after being the host for a few years?

That's right, the monks in this Zen monastery are actually all fake, Shaomuro Mountain has become a tourism industry, how can a real monk still be in the mood to chant in front of tourists who come and go every day? To put it bluntly, all of you here are some fake monks who can read a few scriptures, fooling tourists, and they only ran to see the ancient bell behaving extraordinarily, after all, the ancient bell is self-ringing, the more fake monks in this situation, the more sincere they must be, otherwise the Buddha blames him......

Therefore, the old monk not only took a kick when he yelled, but no one responded at all.

We're just fooling people with our salaries, these guys don't look easy to mess with, don't make trouble, the state will deal with it afterwards......

As a result, the people who rushed into the bell tower violently destroyed the shelves and pushed the ancient bell outside the Zen Temple, and no one stood up to stop it from beginning to end.

"Huaxia Shaomuro Mountain? A holy place for martial arts? Seventy-two stunts? What a disappointment! The man in the cap shook his head in disdain.

The group moved very quickly, entered the Zen courtyard and pulled out their guns to control the scene, and it was only a short three minutes to move the ancient bell out.

"Amitabha!"

A thick Buddha horn sounded outside the Zen courtyard, and the man in the peaked cap changed his face and motioned for the others to continue, and he quickly rushed outside.

When I came outside, a hint of interest appeared at the corners of my mouth.

At this time, outside the Zen monastery, a group of monks came again from nowhere, more than a hundred, all wearing gray monk robes, all of which gave people a sense of refinement.

The real monk is here!

"The pure place of Buddhism, how can you wait for destruction, put down your things and be captured, waiting for legal sanctions!"

A burly middle-aged bald head walked out of a group of true monks, and his eyes casually shouted at this side.

"It's kind of interesting, this is like a Buddhist practitioner, but I'm curious, is it your fists and feet that are good or our guns are powerful? Again, our goal is the Ancient Bell, so please get out of the way if you don't want a river of blood here! The man in the cap who came out said in a deep voice.

The monk who spoke there was silent for a moment and said, "Amitabha, donor, we can't let you take the ancient bell away, even if you have to go to see the Buddha today!" Also, I advise you, give up, you can't get out of China, the armed police officers and soldiers are already on their way! ”

"Really?" The man in the cap said in a deep voice.

The burly monk over there silently tied the hem of the monk's robe around his waist and said, "I'm afraid the poor monk has no choice but to feed the devil with his body today!" ”

An ancient bell behaves extraordinary, not only attracting bureaucrats, but also attracting foreign forces to rob, fake monks do not act, and real monks come forward but do not give an inch!

Secretly, seeing such a scene, Qinghe's heart did not fluctuate, after all, she did not belong to this country, and even she had seen too many similar situations, and she was numb, and at this time, she didn't know what he would do with it.

"Just let it be, this is just the beginning, when the whole world begins to change, the emergence of all kinds of magical items, competition is inevitable, from now on similar situations will emerge in endlessly, the progress of civilization has always been accompanied by strife and blood, many times without a little blood can not arouse people's fighting spirit, peace for a long time, I'm afraid people don't have much blood, right?" Poplar looked over there and said calmly.

As far as he knew, a week after the vitality nourished the earth, all countries realized that the world was changing, and it was extremely crazy to infiltrate various spies, this was the first case to surface, and there will be many such cases in the future.

The competition for various resources is an inevitable phenomenon after the change of the earth, and Poplar does not want to intervene when it is not necessary.

The monk over there blocked the road, the two sides collapsed, and the man in the cap waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Do it, fight quickly!" ”

"Amitabha!"

A group of true monks chanted the Buddha's name, fearless in the face of firearms, and moved forward brazenly.

Touch!

Guns rang out, blood burst out, and flesh and blood were always invincible to the power of firearms and bullets......