Zhang Huansheng endured his tiredness when he heard this, turned his gaze to Sen Xuanji and said, "Xuangong, please speak." ”

A look of embarrassment appeared on Sen Xuanji's face at this time, and he said thoughtfully: "Your Majesty, I have established a foundation on a wild and isolated island, and I am waiting to be revived.

It was because I deliberately selected some strong and powerful people to search for useful things around, and two days ago, they found the remains of a monk in the salary room of the collapsed Buddha Mountain.

There's a lot of mystery in it. ”

Sen Xuanji's words were actually put in a straightforward way, that is, Zhang Yi was really poor, so he specially selected many strong men to pick up the rags in the ruins of Foshan, but he didn't expect to find a monk's corpse in the firewood room, which looked quite strange.

At the beginning, the Xuguo Xiaofeng Army, together with many monks who had been ordered by the emperor, exterminated the legal system of the Great Sumeru Temple, and the monks of the temple were crushed and scattered, and the accumulation in the temple was looted, but I didn't expect that there was still a remnant left.

Zhang Huansheng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked urgently, "Where is the corpse?" ”

"It's in the wing of the government hall, and I'll order the servant to carry it up." Seeing that Zhang was still interested, Sen Xuanji calmly answered, and then called two healthy women in a loud voice and carried a corpse with a wooden plank.

The corpse looked eighty or ninety years old, with a wrinkled face, a shriveled body, a bald head, and a slightly curled body.

He was draped in an oversized red embroidered gold robe, wearing a dark yellow brocade cloth monk's robe, stepping on fine cloth shoes, and wearing a string of Buddhist beads made of 18 apricot-sized, round and dull beads around his neck.

Zhang Huansheng left his seat and looked at it carefully for a while, and secretly thought in his heart: "This old monk is wearing the clothes of the elder in the Great Sumeru Temple, but how can he die in the firewood room, it's really strange."

Could it be that when the temple was destroyed, he was seriously injured and fled into the firewood room to escape for his life.

But looking at the neat and new appearance of the robe and monk's robe, it doesn't look like it..."

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't figure out any way, and Zhang Huansheng stopped being obsessed, "It doesn't matter why he died in the firewood room, anyway, now that the corpse has fallen into my hands, it should be my luck." He bent down and didn't move anything else, but carefully removed the string of Buddha pillars.

After rubbing the eighteen beads, he chose the darkest one at random, and he was quite excited to drive a trace of mana into it, but he didn't expect nothing unusual to happen.

Failing to get his wish, Zhang Huansheng was slightly stunned, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, and he thought gloomily, "Aren't the legends of the elders in the temple all refining Buddha beads as treasures for storage, is it a lie." I tried several times without giving up, but the result was the same.

It wasn't until a flash of inspiration in his heart that he started the unique exercise of the Great Sumeru Temple, Vajra Force, which he hadn't practiced for more than ten years, that he felt that a piece of space was faintly emerging in his divine consciousness, and it was filled with a round space that seemed to be made of coral and had two sharp giant shuttles.

After that, the other prayer beads were injected with mana, but the beads fell off the entire string of beads and turned into a white cloth bag of a length of one foot, and when the cloth bag was rubbed in the palm of the hand with vajra force for a while, it would become a rosary again.

After tossing and turning for a while, he figured out the various mysteries of the Buddha beads, and Zhang Huansheng couldn't help but think in his heart: "The storage treasure used by this elder is much stronger than that of ordinary monks."

Not only does it require the mana of the Great Sumeru Temple to open, which is equivalent to adding a secret lock, but also the small rosary is much easier to carry than any mustard seed bag or human bag.

It's just that the elder who died in the firewood room is too strange, seventeen of the eighteen treasures are human pockets for the living, and the only rosary that can hold the dead has no Buddha treasures, scriptures, ritual utensils, and treasures, only a 'Vetopoye boat'.

Could it be that he is also a trafficker who crosses the ocean and crosses the sea, and resells human beings? His face became gloomy unconsciously.

The great virtue of Sumeru, who created the legal system of the Great Sumeru Temple, is said to not only have the power to take the moon day by day, but also have the talent of passing through the heavens and latitudes, and the heart of compassion for the heavens and people.

In the Middle Ages, after he achieved great powers, he did not enjoy himself alone, but walked the world, watched the suffering of the world, and every time he encountered a poor person who was hungry and cold, sick and sick, in danger of death, and difficult to survive, he would put it into the pocket of the person he refined, and temporarily save his life.

Later, after saving many people, Sumeru relied on his ability to open up a pure land in the wilderness, called the 'Land Buddha Country', and released the rescued people here to enjoy happiness.

This is supposed to be an act of impeccable mercy, but Sumeru's lifelong pursuit of equality for all beings is completely contrary to the Yan and Huang Dynasty's system of noble and lowly and hereditary succession.

And as the prestige of the Buddha Kingdom on the road became more and more popular, it gradually attracted many Yanhuang untouchables and slaves, who would rather die than flee from their homeland, pass through the wilderness, and go to that pure land to seek new life, and the compassionate Sumeru is naturally willing to shelter them.

In this way, slowly the land Buddha Kingdom became a thorn in the eyes of all the nobles of Yanhuang, and when Sumeru was alive, he could still subdue this resentment with his peerless prestige and supernatural powers.

But when he soared in the daytime and rainbowed, the land Buddha country immediately disappeared mysteriously, and many of the legal systems that it handed down have also become cults one by one within a hundred years, and this also includes the great Sumeru Temple, which is the surviving Zen martial law system of Sumeru Temple.

Therefore, from the Middle Ages, this Great Sumeru Temple was judged as a cult by the people and landlords of the Yanhuang Land in the past dynasties, although the method is mysterious, but it can only be like a mouse hidden in the cave like preaching and preaching, recruiting disciples, and inheriting it is naturally extremely difficult, and there is almost a danger of being cut off.

It wasn't until 1,500 years ago that there was a ruthless host, distorting the patriarch Da Sumeru's compassionate act of saving the suffering people with human pockets, and walking in the world, every time he met a child with a little cultivation qualification, he took it directly into a human pocket in the name of 'degree', and took it away as an alternative disciple in the temple, that the Great Sumeru Temple gradually grew stronger, but it also really became a cult.

Zhang Huansheng was originally captured by an unknown thief monk in the Great Sumeru Temple and taken to the island with a human pocket.

Because he was too young at the time, even now he is wise, and he can't remember his hometown and where his relatives are, so he can only regret it for the rest of his life.

Therefore, thinking of hatred at this time, he couldn't help but secretly grit his teeth, and said viciously in his heart: "The monks in this Great Sumeru Temple are only afraid that they are not as good as the conscience of the slave traders, and after death, they will inevitably fall into the eighteenth layer of hell, and they will never be reborn." But he put the rosary directly on his neck.