Nearly three hours later, the bus drove up the winding mountain road and arrived at the mountain gate of the Lotus Temple.

The iron-hearted cicada, who received the news in advance, took a group of warrior monks to greet him at the door.

After the bus stopped, everyone escorted the two evil cultivators out of the car.

"Wow, that's so high!" Dai Xue followed Zhang Peng down, looked up at the mountain gate, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

The mountain gate is more than ten zhang high, four or five zhang wide, and the whole body is composed of stone pillars and wooden beams. Carved beams and painted buildings, simple and majestic. And the moment they saw the mountain gate, the two evil cultivators who had been looking depressed suddenly showed horror on their faces and struggled frantically.

"No, don't!" "Let go of me!"

The warrior monks hurriedly stepped forward to help. In the midst of the chaos, the ghost cultivator's arms suddenly fell off at shoulder length. The rope suddenly loosened, broke free from the restraints, and ran wildly down the hill with his legs open. Seeing this, Zhang Peng's mind turned, and the skeleton assassin appeared out of thin air. I saw that it turned into a black mist, following it like a shadow, and stabbed it in the back of the ghost cultivator. I'd rather kill than let the other person go.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing that the sharp knife was about to come out of the body, a loud Buddha horn sounded on the top of the mountain. The skeleton assassin's body froze, as if bound by an invisible force, and froze in place. The sharp knife in his hand can no longer move an inch.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light flashed above everyone's heads, and a huge ancient bell fell from the sky, and with a loud "bang", it fell on the ghost cultivator's body impartially. It was like holding a grasshopper in a wooden bowl.

"Ahh Dai Xue and Xiao Tang screamed in fright. At the same time, the latter subconsciously approached Zhang Peng and hugged his arm tightly. The two clumps were plump and squeezed to a severe deformation.

But Zhang Peng had no intention of feeling the sudden glamorous blessing. Quietly, the huge coercion permeated everyone's hearts, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

"Amitabha, good, good." The iron-hearted cicada stepped forward and said, "A few donors, don't move the killing ring in front of the mountain gate." The one who stopped just now was the presiding officer of this temple, the abbot of Jinghai, don't worry. ”

Between the words, the coercion exerted on the crowd gradually dissipated. After regaining his mobility, the skeleton assassin immediately turned into black mist and flew back into Zhang Peng's hands.

"Candle Flame Heroic Spirit?" Seeing the sight of the skeleton assassin turning into a pawn, the iron-hearted cicada asked uncertainly.

"What is a Candle Flame Spirit?" Zhang Peng asked rhetorically.

"The secret art unique to Westerners can integrate spirits into artifacts for motivation." The Iron Heart Cicada explained.

"Is there anything special?" Zhang Peng asked, he didn't expect the iron-hearted cicada to understand this, so he took the opportunity to ask for an understanding.

Tie Xin Cicada picked up the chess pieces handed over by Zhang Peng, looked at them for a while, and said to him, "The specific situation, the poor monk doesn't know very well. I've just heard that the spirit body that makes the Candle Flame Heroic Spirit must have a strong and pure life mark. Normally, such an aspirit can only be created after the death of the hero. And the spirit body of the hero, although the life mark is equally powerful, is not pure, and it is easy to eat the master. ”

After listening to the words of the Iron Heart Cicada, Zhang Peng only felt that the skeleton assassin in his hand became more and more pleasing to the eye.

"Then why is it called Candle Flame Heroic Spirit?" Zhang Peng seems to have grasped a certain point. What is the relationship between the Heroic Spirit and the candle flame?

"I don't know." The Iron Heart Cicada shook his head and said.

Then, together with the warrior monks, they escorted the two evil cultivators up the mountain. After the ancient bell was removed, Ghost Xiu stood motionless, his eyes glazed, as if he was stunned by the echo inside the ancient bell. All the way up, like a soulless walking corpse.

It's past four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is shining a pale red. Seeing the warrior monks holding the people tied up with five flowers, the pilgrims who went down the mountain along the way cast curious glances.

"Amitabha, good and good, the Dharma is boundless, punish evil and promote good......" Tiexin Cicada clasped his hands together and closed his eyes and recited. In this era of commercialization, monks are also inevitably from advertising and publicity.

"It's really a thousand-year-old temple, and the Xuanmen is authentic." "Righteousness is awe-inspiring, for the benefit of one party." "The masters have worked hard." When the pilgrims heard this, they looked approvingly, nodded their heads, and whispered.

Halfway up the mountain, a large-scale, incense-filled hall appeared in front of everyone. The beams and pillars are painted with gold, and the big Buddha sits cross-legged, solemn and solemn, and the momentum is magnificent. The pilgrims held Buddha incense, went in and out, kowtowed in front of the Buddha, and were pious.

The Iron Heart Cicada did not lead everyone into the main hall, but went around and walked on a path down the mountain behind. Looking down, the valley is lush and green, and a larger Buddha hall is located in it. In front of the Buddha hall is a stone square, which is extremely open. On the outside, there are hundreds of buildings, all of which are five-storey, neatly arranged, like a modern staff dormitory area.

Under the leadership of the iron-hearted cicada, everyone went up and down the mountain, and after more than 20 minutes, they finally came to the Buddha hall in the valley. It is surrounded by an empty square, and pagodas made of blue bricks and Buddhist lamps carved in granite can be seen everywhere.

"Donors, please move to the side hall, we have prepared tea and pastries, take a break." Iron-hearted cicada said.

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Peng asked.

"Naturally, it is to ordainate the two benefactors who have committed crimes." Iron-hearted cicada said.

As he was talking, a group of monks came out of the main hall, holding wooden chairs, basins, towels and so on. Looking at the posture, it is no different from what the iron-hearted cicada said.

"Monks?" Zhang Peng had some bad premonitions.

"No, I don't want to be a monk, I don't want to be a monk!" The Fire Fu Taoist screamed and cried.

"Amitabha, good, good. My Buddha is compassionate, as long as the two donors can reform themselves and devote themselves to the Buddha, they can wash away their sins and regain their lives. The iron-hearted cicada bowed to the Buddha and comforted.

"How can this work?" Zhang Peng shouted, "They are heinous and must be sentenced to life imprisonment." "Let the tiger return to the mountain, and he will be the one who will be the scourge.

"This dog thing has killed two lives in our village, and the crime is unforgivable. It's funny enough that I didn't kill them alive on the spot! Li Dazhuang echoed, looking sad and indignant.

"Two donors, don't be impatient." The iron-hearted cicada saluted and said, "Later, follow the poor monk into the Shiju Mountain, and you will know." Zhang Peng just wanted to speak, but Tie Xin Cicada said again, "The poor monks guarantee with their lives, they can't go out to harm people in this life." ”

Zhang Peng and Li Dazhuang glanced at each other and did not speak again.

After a while, the monk shaved the heads of the two evil cultivators, put on some medicine, and changed into khaki monks' robes. That ghost cultivator is also strange, I don't know how to cut off my arms, but there is no wound.

"This person was originally crippled, and he used evil magic to refine the corpse arm. Seeing that there was no way to escape, he unloaded his arms, and a golden cicada came out of his shell. Faced with Zhang Peng's doubts, Tie Xin Cicada explained.

"It's all going to work," Zhang Peng exclaimed......

"Don't say that the hands are only the head and body, but they can also train their limbs and walk like ordinary people. It's just that this technique is too yin, and it needs to take off the limbs of living people before it can be refined, which is really against the way of heaven. Iron-hearted cicada said.

Afterwards, Tie Xin Cicada faced the two evil cultivators and said, "After shaving, the two are my Buddhist disciples. From now on, practice with sins and atone for your sins. ”

"Still practicing!" When Zhang Peng heard this, he was upset again. If you become stronger in the future, wouldn't it be a disaster?

"This practice is not another practice. Zhang Peng's donor, don't be impatient. The iron-hearted cicada said in a Buddhist salute, and then led everyone to the Buddha hall with two evil cultivators who had just finished shaving.

The arhats in the hall stand in a forest, the forms are different, in the middle is a golden body Buddha of more than ten meters high, close the eyes and hang the curtain, hold the Buddha ritual in one hand, solemn and mysterious.

Everyone bowed to the big Buddha, and then followed the iron-hearted cicada around the back of the Buddha statue and in front of a bronze door. The two warrior monks stepped forward and pushed the door, and the heavy bronze door made a burst of metal grinding sounds, and slowly opened inward, revealing a passage seven or eight meters wide.

On each side of the passage stood nine warrior monks armed with bronze sticks. His eyes were closed, and he was silent.

"This is Bronze Man Alley." Tiexin Cicada introduced to Zhang Peng, "The people guarding this place are the eighteen Great Day Golden Wheel Monks. Their strength is far superior to that of the poor monks, even if they are a small worm, they will never want to fly out......"

Looking at the warrior monks on both sides who were silent with their eyes closed, the two evil cultivators had a gray face and lowered their heads, as if they had accepted their fate.

After walking forward for about thirty meters, the sun came in. After walking a few more steps, I walked out of the passage, and the front suddenly opened up. A majestic mountain, rising thousands of meters away.

A mountain trail winds into the distance, and there is a stone monument on the side of the road, on which are written three big characters - a heavy mountain.

"Ah, what is this place?" Dai Xue couldn't help asking. Looking down from the mountain just now, behind the main hall is a stone clearing, and then there are buildings, how can there be any mountain paths.

"There are thousands of mountains outside the mountain, there is an endless sea in the sea, and there are nine heavens outside the sky, and this is a heavy mountain." The Iron-Hearted Cicada replied.

"What is that Jujuyama?" Zhang Peng asked.

"Senju Mountain, also known as Mount Meru, or Mandala, is the place where the Buddha rests in his practice, and there are ...... here," said Tiexin Cicada, "and there are only ten mountains. ”

Walking along the mountain trail into Ichiju Mountain, there are many terraced fields on the side of the road, and some monks wearing khaki robes work in the fields. On the ridge of the field, there were several warrior monks dressed in black leather armor and holding long whips, their eyes swept back and forth, as if they were monitoring those yellow-robed monks.

"This heavy mountain is a mountain of grain, and rice is planted at the bottom of the mountain, and wheat is planted on the mountain." Tie Xin Cicada said, and then pointed to the yellow-robed monk in the field, "These are sin monks, planting food here to atone for their sins." ”

As everyone passed by, the sinful monks in the field raised their heads one after another. The moment he saw Dai Xue, his eyes lit up, and he muttered in distraction: "Woman, it's a woman......" "I haven't seen ...... for more than 20 years", "Woman, I want a woman ......"

As if they had seen the most delicious meat, they were so hungry and thirsty that saliva could not help but flow from the corners of their mouths, and they threw down their farm tools one after another, stretched out their hands, and rushed towards this direction. Dai Xue suddenly lost her face, hid beside Zhang Peng, hugged his arms tightly, and the whole person was attached to him.

"Look for death!" But he heard a loud roar from the warrior monks, whipping out like a dragon, whipping the sinful monks, and rolling them all over the ground.

"Ahhh "Don't, don't fight!" "Help!" Screams rang out one after another.

"Crackle!" "Crackle!" "Crackle!" The sound of breaking the sky is endless. After a while, there were few sin monks standing.

"If you don't change your lust, you won't be allowed to eat tonight!" One of the leading warrior monks blushed and shouted loudly.

Looking at the hungry and thirsty and painful sin monks, and at the big-breasted girls around him who were eye-catching and docile, and feeling the softness and elasticity coming from his arms, Zhang Peng suddenly felt that it was too correct to send the two evil cultivators here.

If it were him, I was afraid that I would stretch my neck early, lead the knife to kill myself, and reincarnate......