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The people of Guangling began to be confused about their beliefs.

The royal palace and the monks who came to preach Protestantism all said that the previous Buddhism was a cult and that they were all shameless people who cheated people out of money. But Buddhism has been passed down in Guangling for thousands of years, and it has never felt like what they say.

The implementation of Protestantism has been in Guangling for some time. However, it is somewhat weak. Believers can not accept such a fact in a short period of time, searched all the Buddhist temples in Guangling, and finally found that the Dingzen Temple in Baoshan is still a daily morning bell and dusk drum. It's just that every day the mountain gate is closed, and believers are not allowed to go up the mountain.

However, I finally have an inner sustenance, and it is also excellent to go to see the Guanyin monk on the top of the mountain a few times a day, and to worship in the distance in the air. At first, those Protestants were extremely disgusted by this behavior, and drove out believers and pilgrims who came to worship around Baoshan, but later there was an endless stream of people who came, but it had a side effect, and they just retreated dumbfounded.

There are many new temples, and the inheritance of the ancient Buddha has not been broken, but it is more secretive. These monks from outside the region, the strength of the elder realm, have become the masters of Buddhism in the Hui domain.

Liu Heyu has not been touched for three days.

The maid helped her sit in the stone pavilion in the east wing.

Tears flowed down her eyes for no reason, "Is the prince gone?" she clearly heard the sound of horses' hooves that the palace remembered when the day was slightly cold.

"Yes, ma'am. ”

"I heard you went to Dingzen Temple?"

The maid nodded, she heard the guards in the palace say that the prince was going to deal with Dingchan Temple in the past few days. The news that the maid learned from Han Wuchang's mouth naturally will not be fake.

"Did he go alone?" asked Liu Heyu with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

The maid shook her head and said, "Commander Han said that the army of Xiling has arrived and surrounded Baoshan, and the prince wants to go and see." ”

Liu Heyu's eyes closed, "I'm tired, bring me some white fungus lotus seed soup to the kitchen." ”

The maid was overjoyed, nodded and said, "Okay." Madame, wait a minute. ”

The palace was eerily silent. Liu Heyu is a person who likes to be lively, but at this time, he didn't want to hear any sound, and even his favorite eight spinches were released back to the mountains and forests.

Her face was extremely pale, and there seemed to be no trace of blood that could be seen with the naked eye, and suddenly she smiled and muttered to herself: "Xiuyuan, this is the last thing for my mother to do for you, and when I ring the bell in the future, my mother can only look at you." ”

A wry smile crossed her lips.

......

In the distance, the white fungus soup fell to the ground, and the maid shouted frantically: "Madame has committed suicide!"

The last flock of birds flew up in the forest of the back mountain and headed towards Baoshan.

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Dingchan Temple has thousands of disciples of various temples who have gained Buddha's strength to help, and finally has a chance to win.

However, when Shen Qingming climbed to the top of the mountain and saw the four large camps and the black oppressive crowd, the fear in his eyes became even more solemn. With nearly 8,000 people, how can you win?

In terms of financial resources and military strength, Dingzen Temple cannot be compared.

In terms of time and place, now surrounded by all sides, Dingzen Temple is completely in a passive situation.

Once the four battalions attack the mountain at the same time, how should the scattered Dingzen Temple deal with it?

The second elder in the stone pavilion looked at the tense situation with a worried face, his eyes looked at the mountain stream that was not obvious in the distance, and sighed: "Life and death, this time, how can you break the situation?"

"Lord Wang. The Green Ant Drinker stood aside and asked slowly, "When will the army attack the mountain after the army is dispatched?"

Ma Gao narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is there any news from Dingzen Temple?"

"The prince is still in retreat. ”

Ma Gao nodded and said, "It's okay for him to retreat, his hands and feet are sharp, and he can deal with this group of monks before sunset." ”

The green ant drunkard smiled: "The prince is wise. ”

The sound of horses' hooves came in a hurry.

"Report!"

"Guangling Urgent!"

Ma Gao narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "This trick is useful to Tian Feng, is it also useful to me?"

"Read it. ”

The scout said hesitantly: "Lord, madam...... Committed suicide ......"

Ma Gao's reaction was unexpectedly calm, frowning, "Which ...... Which lady?"

"Mrs. Liu. ”

His brow furrowed even tighter, as if he was in a state of sluggishness. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "Drunkard, I'll leave it to you here." Looks like I'm really going back. Take down Dingchan Temple, except for that rebel, the rest of the people will be killed!"

"Yes. The green ant drunkard's smile was hidden under his robe.

After all, King Guangling did not withdraw his troops, but vented his anger on the entire Dingzen Temple. Regardless of the killing of all personalities, once this military order is given, it is an endless fight with the Buddha.

The sky was blazing, and the four battalions were eyeing each other.

Among them, there are people from the demon camp, and they are also people from the Jianghu sect, of course, there are also lay disciples of Buddhism.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The loud rooster crow was the first to sound.

In an instant, thousands of birds on Baoshan took off, and the formation was terrifying.

A loud shout sounded from the mountain, "The Buddha site is here, the Buddha Gate Bai Xiaosheng is in charge, who dares to attack!"

The four major battalions besieging all looked at the astonishing scene with fear, and saw the flock of black and oppressive birds, soaring densely in the air.

The Green Ant Drinker shouted, "The end of the crossbow." A group of thief monks gathered here, I want to see who can stop the pace of our Guangling army!"

The sound of horses' hooves coming.

A vanguard of more than 100 riders came from afar.

Shen Qingming narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Who is this?"

Ma Xiu Yan led more than 100 soldiers to arrive, reined in the sword, and shouted fiercely: "If you want to go to Dingzen Temple, first ask the knife in the hand of this son!"

He finally took that step. Now he fully understands what Matthew Yuan meant when he said teeth. In this battle to destroy Buddha, on one side is his biological father, and on the other hand, he is his half-brother.

However, with more than 100 henchmen, he resolutely stood on Matthewyuan's side.

No one thought that it would be such a situation.

Ma Xiuyan clenched the long knife in his hand, looked at the Dingzen Temple on the mountain, and muttered: "Little brother, I haven't forgotten it." ”

"Hanhai Warrior! Kill me!"

"Rush!"

This group of iron-clad men watched Matthew grow from a childish teenager to a border camp general. Although their official rank is not high, their hearts are hot.

On their chests, they also wore the amulets that their wives and mothers had asked for during the expedition.

Matthew didn't give the Green Ant Drinker any chance to give the order.

At this moment, they have become the guardians of Buddhism!

Like a sharp dagger, the iron cavalry pierced into the large array of the military camp in front......