Hua 12 soldiers surrounded the Great Xiangguo Temple, shouting Zhiqing to come out to pick up the guests, but they heard a burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the temple gate, but no one came to answer the door for a long time.

After waiting for a meal, no monk came out to open the door, Hua Twelve smiled:

"Hard!"

The hand pointed forward: "Senior brother, slam the door!" ”

Luda didn't say a word, jumped off the war horse, took the sixty-two catties of water mill Zen stick from the guard, strode to the temple gate, shook his arms, rounded the water mill Zen stick and made a whirring sound, and smashed it directly to the temple door.

But at this time, Ge was stunned, the door bolt was removed, the temple door was wide open, and the two old monks stood side by side, and when they saw Luda's Zen staff smashed, one of them asked:

"Zhishen, what are you going to do?"

Luda's Zen staff stopped suddenly, and the two old monks had no hair, only the monk's robe and robe were hunted by the strong wind brought by the Zen staff.

The two old monks didn't blink their eyes, staring at Luda with blazing eyes, and they all turned a blind eye to the 12,000 Chinese troops behind Luda.

Lu Zhishen hurriedly put down the Zen staff and bowed to the old monk on the right:

"Ruda has seen Elder Zhizhen!"

Hua Twelve looked slightly sideways on the horse, and felt strange in his heart, Elder Zhizhen was not from Wutai Mountain, why did he arrive in Bianjing City, and the plot of the Water Margin did not say that this person had come to Bianliang, Tokyo, why did he want to do it to Daxiangguo Temple today, this coincidence appeared.

It's no wonder that Hua Twelve thinks too much, mainly in the plot of the Water Margin, there are several unfathomable characters, such as Zhang Tianshi at the beginning, Gongsun Sheng's master Luo Zhenren, and this Elder Zhizhen of Wutai Mountain.

This old monk is not ordinary, it seems to be able to break the past and the future, and give Lu Zhishen eight verses before and after, before there are 'rise in the forest, rich in the mountains, prosperous in the water, and stop in the river', and then there is 'catch in the summer, and hold on to the wax in the past. Listen to the tide and be round, see the letter and be silent. ’

As long as you know the life of Lu Tiha, you will know that these eight verses are all true, which shows that this wisdom really has real ability.

I heard Elder Zhizhen ask Ruda:

"Why did Zhishen grow his hair?"

Ruda touched his hair that had already grown, and said with a smile:

"I can't quit drinking and meat, and I was made to pick up dung by this bird monk, I was not interesting, so I simply returned the vulgar, and now I follow my junior brother, eat meat, drink wine in a big bowl, and have tens of thousands of brothers under my hands, and live a good life!"

When he said 'Bird Monk', he pointed to Elder Zhiqing, the presiding officer of the Great Xiangguo Temple on the side, and said it, which made the old monk's face blue and red, so wonderful.

Elder Zhizhen first glanced at Senior Brother Zhiqing, sighed slightly, and then reprimanded Luda:

"Senior Brother Zhiqing is your elder, you can't talk nonsense!"

Ruda smiled and scratched his hair, but he didn't make a sound.

Elder Zhizhen then said: "Now that you have returned to the world, you are no longer a disciple of Buddhism, why come to Buddhism to disturb again, let's go!" ”

His tone was soft, like that of an elder who taught earnestly.

"Good!" Lu Zhishen responded, and walked back with a Zen staff, but when he turned his head and saw Hua Twelve behind him, he stopped in embarrassment before he reacted, he seemed to have forgotten about business. …。。

Hua Twelve felt that it was not Ruda's problem, but that the old monk was strange, and there was compassion in his voice, that is, the anger that wanted to take revenge all the way, and at this time it was also a little lighter.

Immediately on the snow treading black horse, condescendingly, pretending not to know, asked:

"Who are you, old monk?"

When Luda heard this, he wanted to open his mouth to help introduce him, but he was glared at by Hua Twelve and stopped him with his eyes.

From the beginning, Elder Zhizhen, who had not looked at Hua Twelve squarely, turned his head towards him and folded his hands:

"Poor monk Zhizhen, I've seen a nobleman!"

This 'noble' made Hua Twelve's eyes move, and he immediately smiled: "I'm not a nobleman, monk, you're polite!" ”

Elder Zhizhen said unusually seriously:

"The nobleman laughed, if it was two years earlier, the nobleman's life was like duckweed, but now it is extremely expensive in the world, unparalleled in the world!"

Hua Twelve snorted: "The monk's vision is good, you are also a monk in this temple?" ”

Elder Zhizhen replied truthfully: "The poor monk is a monk in Wutai Mountain and presides over the Manjushri Bodhisattva Dojo!" ”

Hua Twelve smiled: "If you are not a monk of the Great Xiangguo Temple, then flash aside, today I came to find the bad luck of the Xiangguo Temple, and I have nothing to do with others!" ”

He pointed at Elder Zhiqing: "Zhiqing, come out and speak!" ”

Elder Zhizhen came all for today's events, and when he saw Hua Twelve bypassing him, he wanted to say something more, but Elder Zhiqing stepped forward and folded his hands:

"I wonder what your nobles have taught?" Elder Zhiqing's face was gloomy when he spoke, and his voice was quite stiff.

Hua Twelve smiled, this is still unconvinced, it's good to be unconvinced, otherwise you will be cowardly before I get mad, so what's the point!

Immediately said lightly: "Today I want to come to your Xiangguo Temple to play, let all the monks in the temple come out to greet it!" ”

Elder Zhiqing frowned, and was about to refuse this request, but Elder Zhizhen preemptively said:

"When a noble person visits, it should be so!"

He turned to Elder Zhiqing and said, "Senior brother, don't you let all the disciples in the temple come out to welcome your nobles!" ”

Elder Zhiqing still wanted to speak, but he saw his senior brother's eyes sharpened, and suddenly the spirit platform cleared, bowed down and said:

"The poor monk will arrange it!"

A quarter of an hour later, three or four hundred monks gathered in front of the temple gate, and through the temple gate, you can see that there are hundreds of monks in the courtyard, adding up to more than a thousand.

Only then did Elder Zhiqing step forward again and said, "Up and down the temple, except for the monks who went out, a total of 1,124 people are already here, greeting the nobles!" ”

He said this very reluctantly, and there seemed to be a hint of humiliation in his eyes.

Hua Twelve asked with interest: "Last time, you used dozens of bald heads playing fitness to pretend to be Dharma Protector Vajra, what about those people?" Call it out and I'll see! ”

Elder Zhiqing didn't understand what it meant to play fitness, but he also knew that he was talking about the confrontation between the Dharma Protector monks and Lin Chong in the temple last time due to the conflict in the murals.

He knew that this Lin Chong was coming, and the eight achievements were settled after the account, and he was just about to say something hard, when he saw his senior brother, Elder Zhizhen, shaking his head slightly at him, signaling him not to be reckless.

Immediately sighed, turned around and called dozens of monks to come out, Hua 12 11 identified that it was the warrior monk who was holding a stick in the Daxiong Treasure Hall last time. …。。

Elder Zhiqing clasped his hands together and said to Hua Twelve: "Although the poor monk is a monk, in the red dust, it is inevitable to make mistakes, and please be magnanimous to the donor, I am here to welcome the distinguished guests into the temple!" ”

The dozens of warrior monks, all with humiliation on their faces, reluctantly followed the monks of the temple, and after Elder Zhiqing, they said together:

"Welcome to the temple!"

Hua Twelve sat on the horse, and his tone was indifferent:

"Kneel down!"

Although he spoke softly, it came from afar, and every monk could hear it clearly, and in an instant many monks were filled with righteous indignation, as if they had been humiliated.

Elder Zhiqing said in a deep voice: "We are monks who only kneel to the Buddha and Bodhisattva!" ”

Hua Twelve pointed at him with a horsewhip: "That's a good point, but this is the world, not the West Heaven, the world has to talk about the rules of the world, if you don't kneel, I can also make it difficult, send you to the West Heaven to kneel the Buddha!" ”

The captain of his personal guard, desperately Saburo Shixiu, pulled out his long knife and shouted:

"Get on your knees!"

As soon as Shi Xiu drew his sword, more than a thousand guards drew their swords at the same time, and shouted after him:

"Get on your knees!"

More than 1,000 warriors shouted at the same time, and the sound shook half of Bianjing City.

Elder Zhizhen of Wenshu Monastery on the side hurriedly stepped forward and was about to speak, when Hua Twelve turned his head to look at him;

"Old monk, I have clear grievances, you helped me Senior Brother Lu, I will give you a face, you can not demolish this temple, you don't get involved in other things, otherwise this Xiangguo Temple will not be able to be saved!"

What he said was to tell Elder Zhizhen, if I don't demolish the temple, even if you repay the favor you took in Luda in the first place, and you still want to make an inch, then even this favor is gone.

Elder Zhizhen was speechless for a moment.

His junior brother, Elder Zhiqing, said angrily: "Everything must be done according to the rules, my Buddhist disciples have not knelt down to the emperor of the world since the Eastern Jin Dynasty."

Hua Twelve didn't wait for him to finish, then asked, "Which dynasty and which generation is it now?" ”

Elder Zhiqing's voice froze, and he said, "Now it's the Great Song Dynasty."

Hua Twelve immediately slapped his face: "Zhao, you use the rules of the Eastern Jin Dynasty to discuss the affairs of today's dynasty, I think you want to rebel, right?" ”

Shi Xiu next to him who said this rolled his eyes, my brother, it's us who rebel, okay!

Hua Twelve's voice turned cold; "Finally, I ask you, do you kneel or not?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his left hand and raised two fingers, after the military formation, the strong bow and crossbow were wound, and the spearmen in front of him were erected, as long as his fingers fell, it was a bloody storm.

Elder Zhiqing didn't speak, but looked at Hua Twelve with some grief and indignation, and all the warrior monks behind him burst out with an astonishing momentum.

Hua Twelve showed a disdainful expression on his face, and his left hand was about to fall, but at this moment, Elder Zhizhen of Wutai Mountain took the lead in kneeling down:

"Poor monks greet nobles!"

Seeing that Senior Brother was like this, Elder Zhiqing sighed, and could only kneel down with him, and also said, "Welcome to the temple!" ”

Seeing that the host was kneeling, the other monks of Xiangguo Temple couldn't help but disperse, and they knelt on the ground one after another, and then followed the host and said:

"Welcome to the temple!"

Hua Twelve laughed at this time, turned over and dismounted, and walked in with Shi Xiu, Luda, Wu Song, and a thousand guards laughing.

At the beginning, he was cold and threatened with force, but now he is kneeling to greet him, and this time he is half recovered. …。。

Passing through the monks' road, passing the temple gate, and walking to the front of the Heavenly King's Palace, he turned around and said:

"Let's all get up, the old monk will lead the way, let's revisit the old place!"

Only then did the monks get up one after another, Elder Zhiqing, Elder Zhizhen, and the two senior monks took some senior monks in the temple to accompany Hua Twelve, and went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall through the Tianwang Palace.

On the road, Hua Twelve also smiled and said to Elder Zhizhen: "Old monk, I feel that you are a high-ranking monk, you see that the monks in this Xiangguo Temple are all angry, this is a crime of anger!" ”

Elder Zhiqing and the monks of Xiangguo Temple all glared angrily, but Elder Zhizhen listened to the words, and looked at the performance of the monks around him, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

When he arrived at the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Hua Twelve glanced to the left, saw that the mural was still there, and was about to speak, when he saw Elder Zhiqing give a look to a monk who knew him, and the latter immediately respectfully presented three sticks of incense with both hands.

Hua Twelve saw everything in his eyes, and after a little thought, he understood Elder Zhiqing's thoughts, just now he was bowed by the monks outside, and now he wants him to give incense to the Buddha and return the kneeling to the Buddha.

Hehe, hehe, this little heart, what kind of monk, phew!

However, Hua Twelve also had a way, took the incense, and said lightly:

"Offering incense to the Buddha is a proper ritual, but when you wait to see me enter the incense, do you worship or not?"

Although he has not yet ascended the throne, but the overall situation has been decided, it is a matter of time, the ninety-five supreme kneeling or not kneeling to the Buddha, this is a proposition, the answer is not good, not only the person who replies will die, but also the luck of the Buddha will be affected.

Elder Zhiqing didn't seem to think of the trick, and was about to speak a little proudly, but he heard Elder Zhizhen shout:

"Senior brother, shut up!"

Elder Zhiqing was puzzled, and was about to ask, when he saw Elder Zhizhen bow down and say to the Twelve Directions:

"Don't worship!"

Hua Twelve's eyelids lifted: "Tell me the truth!" ”

Elder Zhizhen had already thought of a rhetoric: "The noble man is the present Buddha, and he does not worship the Buddha of the past. ”

Hua Twelve Xin said that this Elder Zhizhen was indeed a character, with a clear mind, much stronger than Elder Zhiqing, and immediately asked with a smile:

"I'm a Buddha too?"

"Is it a Buddha?"

"Really?"

Elder Zhizhen bit to death: "It's really a Buddha!" ”

Hua Twelve laughed heartily: "The monk can speak!" ”

Walked over to the Buddha with three incense sticks, Hua Twelve really did not worship, after finishing the work, turned to the mural on the left wall, and pointed with his hand:

"Shovel that mural for me!"

Luda didn't move because of Elder Zhizhen's face, but Wu Song and Shi Xiu didn't care about that, and went over with more than a dozen personal guards, clanging and chopping.

Elder Zhiqing still wanted to stop it, but was held down by Elder Zhizhen.

It's just that something shocking happened, no matter how many people chopped it, the mural didn't even drop a single bit of color.

Wu Song turned his head and said, "Brother, it's weird!" ”

"Splash ink!"

When I came, it wasn't just a set of plans, no matter how much ink was splashed, and there was also a wall to tear down.

A few bottles of ink, which had been prepared for a long time, were splashed directly.

However, when the ink fell on the mural, it was sucked into it and fell into the water of the lake in the painting, and everyone saw that a piece of the lake water turned black, and gradually the black water waves slowly dispersed, slowly faded, and then disappeared. …。。

It's like someone standing by a lake in reality, pouring a bottle of ink, which will dilute and dissipate after a while.

Just when Elder Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief, Hua Twelve coughed lightly:

"This wall is a little dilapidated, and it was demolished and rebuilt by the Buddha!"

Wu Song suddenly jumped up a foot high on the spot, twisted his waist in the air, turned around and kicked sideways, this kick used the power method of mandarin duck feet and Kuixing kicking.

With a bang, the whole hall shook, but the wall where the mural was located did not move.

At this moment, Wu Song was stunned, he kicked the zombies to death, and he had to leave footprints on the steel, but the wall and the murals on the wall were intact.

The corners of Hua Twelve's mouth rose: "It's getting more and more interesting!" ”

He walked over leisurely, stayed close to the front, stepped out, and suddenly threw a punch.

He is a human immortal, and this punch represents the strongest blow of the strong man in this world.

Wherever the fist passed, the space was a little distorted, so that the two elders Zhizhen and Zhiqing had extremely solemn expressions, and they all knew what it meant, but they were only one step away from shattering the existence of the void.

Kiss~

What people didn't expect was that Hua Twelve's fist directly sank into the mural, and then his whole person was also sucked in.

"Dashuai!"

"Dashuai!"

"Senior brother!"

"Brother!"

Everyone on Hua Twelve's side was exclaiming, Wu Song, Luda, and Shi Xiu frantically hit the mural, wanting to follow Hua Twelve in or rescue people, but all they touched were solid walls, and they couldn't enter at all.

Elder Zhiqing was overjoyed, and laughed: "Okay, retribution, retribution is coming, the world is extremely expensive, unparalleled in the world, and it has not been accepted by Zen Master Huitong!" ”

Wu Song, Luda, Shi Xiu and others all glared angrily.

Just as he was about to fight, he heard someone shouting: "Look at the big handsome there!" ”

But a guard found that there was an extra figure on the mural, and everyone looked at his fingers, and saw that the extra figure on the painting was dressed in military uniform, which was the appearance of Hua Twelve.

At this time, many figures on the mural seemed to be fighting, and they saw a golden hand on the mural pressing towards Hua Twelve, and he punched through.

Then the old monk who originally preached the Dharma on the mural was covered in golden light like an arhat, and his hands were sealed with the Dharma, as if he wanted to suppress it with Buddhism.

As a result, Hua Twelve directly ripped off the old monk's head with his hands, and in the next moment, the old monk turned into a demon and threw himself at him, shattering it with a punch.

As soon as the old monk died, the people who listened to his teachings on the mural instantly turned into all kinds of demons and monsters.

The portrait of Hua Twelve, all the way forward, punching and kicking, punching a little monster, all the characters on the murals were killed by him, and every time he died, a piece of ink color disappeared from the mural, and he emptied a large piece in an instant.

The last banshee appeared, it was the police illusion, and she was also beaten into scum by Hua Twelve's three fists and feet.

Everyone outside watched the battle on the mural, just like watching a cartoon, watching Hua Twelve clear the whole level.

In the end, Hua Twelve flew out of the mural with a person, and the mural behind him suddenly collapsed, revealing a large hole in the wall.

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