Subi Mountain, Tianyin Temple.

The steep trail winds its way through the mountains, and as in the past, the trails are crowded with people, and countless devout devotees climb towards the temple to pay homage to their deities.

The monks of Tianyin Temple are distributed everywhere, leading the people who come up, and the monks who know the guests greet the people coming and going with a smile at the mountain gate, a peaceful scene.

And Fa Shan, the disciple of Master Puhong, the presiding officer of Tianyin Temple, was also standing behind the mountain gate at this moment, watching the crowd outside.

Originally, with his identity and Taoism, there was no need to do this, but allowing pilgrims to go up the mountain on the fifteenth day of the new year to worship the Buddha was the initiative of his master, Master Puhong, and if there was nothing to do, he and the Dharma Minister would come over to help, and this day was the same.

It's just that recently, he seems to be in a trance, uneasy, but he can't say what's wrong.

Just as he ushered in the pilgrims, a tall figure suddenly enveloped him.

It was a middle-aged scribe with an elegant temperament, and a folding fan in his hand added a bit of style.

The other party looked at him with a smile and said, "Little monk, go and call your abbot to come out." ”

Inexplicably, Fa Shan's heart was shocked, and the uneasy feeling in his heart became more and more solemn.

He looked at the other party cautiously and said, "Dare to ask Your Excellency?" ”

"Me?"

The scribe stretched out the folding fan, shook it gently, and said with a smile: "I am the one who is here to find trouble in your Tianyin Temple, go and let your abbot come out quickly, if it is too late, I am afraid that if you raise the temple, there is a risk of destruction." ”

He stretched out his hand and shook it, and a golden bowl jumped out, and then said, "This is a token, go quickly." ”

The golden bowl!

Fa Shan was taken aback, as a disciple of Master Puhong, of course he recognized the history of this golden bowl, he couldn't believe it and took it over to take a closer look, it was engraved with all kinds of Buddhist mantras, implying supreme Buddha power, it was their Tianyin Temple Supreme Treasure Futu Golden Bowl, but at this moment this golden bowl is not intact, there is a sword mark on it that almost cracks it in half!

Uncle Pukong must have had an accident!

Fa Shan's heart flashed with this realization, and he glanced at the middle-aged scribe deeply, and then said: "Donor, wait a minute, the disciple will go to report to the abbot!" ”

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Inside the meditation room, Venerable Puhong was practicing.

The Zen room is simply furnished, except for the tables, chairs, futons, there is not even a bed, and it is so simple that it is hard to believe that this is the residence of the abbot of Tianyin Temple.

I don't know what the result of the Burning Incense Valley Fighting Method is, and when Senior Brother Pukong and Fa Xiang will come back......

Thinking about how powerful Qingyunmen is now, he couldn't help but sigh faintly, today's Qingyunmen is much more powerful than when Patriarch Qingye was there, and Tianyin Temple is struggling.

It would be nice if Mo Li was his own apprentice.

While his thoughts were wandering, Fashan's voice suddenly came from outside: "Master, there is someone outside who wants to see you, and he also has Uncle Pukong's Futu Golden Bowl!" ”

The Golden Bowl of the Floating Slaughter!

Master Puhong's face changed, the Futu Golden Bowl is the treasure of Tianyin Temple, and Senior Brother Pukong regards it as his life, how can it appear in the hands of outsiders, could something happen?!

"Master!" Fashan raised his voice.

"Bring it in and show it to the old man." Venerable Puhong said.

Fa Shan responded, pushed open the door of the meditation room, and respectfully presented the floating slaughter gold bowl.

After taking it, Venerable Pu Hong rubbed it carefully, and when he saw the sword marks, his face changed suddenly!

"This sword mark ......"

He frowned, the Futu Golden Bowl is made of Vajra Divine Iron, and it is engraved with the Buddhist King Kong Ruyi Array, which can be large or small, incomparably hard, and infinitely powerful, it is a mountain peak, and it can also be smashed into powder, but it is almost cut in half by a sword, and the cultivation of the person who came out of the sword is really unfathomable!

"Can someone reveal their identity?" Pu Hong asked.

Fa Shan shook his head and said, "He only said that you should hurry up and see him, otherwise there will be a disaster of destroying the temple." ”

"Then let's meet."

Pu Hong groaned slightly, and said: "You go to find your Uncle Pude and ask him to lead the monks in the temple to guard." ”

Fa Shan should have retreated, while Pu Hong got up and quickly walked towards the temple gate.

When he arrived at the door, he was stunned when he saw the person coming, obviously he didn't expect to see the person in front of him, and then a smile appeared on his face, and he smiled: "I didn't expect it to be you, the Zeng donor." ”

The person who came was Zeng Shuchang, and I saw him dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a graceful demeanor, standing among the people who came to worship around him, just like a scholar who came to play with incense.

Uncle Zeng often saw Pu Hong, with a smile on his face, but there was a faint indifference to reject people thousands of miles away, he did not salute, and said to Pu Hong: "Master, I came today, but I came to find trouble!" ”

Pu Hong smiled and said: "What did Master Zeng say, the friendship between you and me for hundreds of years, after several battles between the righteous and the demons, and hand in hand to resist the enemy, can be described as the same qi, like your own family, why talk about trouble?"

"Please invite the benefactor to come in and serve tea."

Uncle Zeng snorted coldly and said, "There is no need to enter the house to serve tea, it is for the sake of the friendship between you and me that I am here alone!" ”

"Master, what I say next, you have to think carefully and answer clearly, otherwise you will accidentally ......"

He looked at the inner hall of Tianyin Temple, the incense was scattered, the eyes were full of figures, shoulder to shoulder, a prosperous and lively scene, but he said: "This thousand-year-old temple will be destroyed in one fell swoop!" ”

"What the hell is going on?" Master Puhong said with a puzzled expression.

Uncle Zeng often carefully observed the look on the old monk's face, and saw that it didn't seem to be a fake, so he said, "Have you ever seen the Master of the Futu Golden Bowl?" ”

When Master Puhong heard this, he took out the Futu Golden Bowl and said: "This treasure is the treasure of the old brother Pukong's life, why did it fall into the hands of Qingyunmen, and how did the sword marks on it come about, please also ask Zeng Shouza to give an explanation." ”

"You old monk, from what I want to explain?!"

Uncle Zeng said with a funny face: "Okay, then I'll give you an explanation!" ”

He stretched out his hand and waved, and there were immediately a few more round heads on the ground, all of which were shaved monks.

Looking at those heads, Master Puhong's face changed greatly, and he said, "Pukong, Faxiang, you ...... You ......"

He looked flustered, his face full of disbelief, after all, his own junior disciples and Fa Xiang and other disciples were just going to watch the battle, and with their Taoism, even if something changed, they would never be all beheaded.

"What the hell is going on? Where did they offend Qingyunmen, and they deserve such a ruthless attack from your faction?! Master Puhong asked with an unkind face.

"You old monk, you will turn black and white upside down!"

Uncle Zeng often said: "What do you call us poisonous, do you know what your good disciples have done?!" ”

"I want to hear about it!" Master Puhong replied in a deep voice.

Uncle Zeng Chang smiled coldly and said: "In the battle of Incense Valley, my Qingyunmen Tianjiao Moli killed the beast god, and then encountered an ambush by the disciples of the Demon Sect, and used the Qingyun Sword Technique to strangle most of the elites of the Demon Sect, and then he was injured. ”

"My Qingyun Sect's first Tian is not easy to escort him back to the mountain gate, encountered some disciples of the Demon Sect intercepted and killed, fortunately thanks to the help of these bald donkeys in your temple, unexpectedly, when I set off again, these bald donkeys suddenly sneaked attack, if it weren't for the fact that I sent my disciples to leave the Tao and do extraordinary, the sword slashed the floating slaughter golden bowl, and broke the formation of the king of the Ming Dynasty, I am afraid that all the Qingyun disciples will fall."

"Pu Hong, you are so calculating! While we are exhausted from the battle with the demons, and want to reap the benefits of the fisherman, today, you will definitely give me an explanation! ”

Pu Hong was silent.

The light in his eyes flickered, but he was thinking about the meaning of Uncle Zeng's common words, these words were too informative.

Mo Li slashed the beast god with his own strength and destroyed most of the demon sect demons, such a record is really earth-shattering!

However, thinking of the beast god's Taoism, he could destroy the Burning Incense Valley, and it was not surprising that Mo Li could deal with the Demon Sect with one person and one sword.

However, Mo Li was injured, and then the Demon Sect sneak attack was saved by Fa Xiang and others, and Fa Xiang and others attacked again, this wave of twists and turns was really beyond his expectations.

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But if you think about it carefully, it is also reasonable, it must be that the Fa Xiang found that the strength of the Qingyun disciple was empty, and wanted to take the opportunity to eradicate Mo Li, an existence that was enough to destroy the balance of the cultivation world, and to gain a breather for the future of Tianyin Temple, so he acted without permission.

It's a pity that it failed.

Thinking of the death of Pukong and the Fa Xiang and other elite disciples of Tianyin Temple, Rao is Venerable Puhong has been cultivating Buddha for hundreds of years, which is comparable to the Taoism of Taiqing Realm, and he still feels a little unbearable.

Pu Zhi died in his early years, Pukong went again, the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, since then there are only two left, and the next generation of successors he painstakingly cultivated, Fa Xiang, also died, Tianyin Temple can be said to be in an unprecedented period of weakness.

If at this time, it will be weakened by Qingyunmen taking the opportunity to find trouble, it will be even worse.

In the midst of a turn of thoughts, the Venerable Pu Hong had already made up his mind.

He folded his hands, bowed his chin, and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha Buddha, once the first to say this is wrong, the disciples in the Lao Qu Temple are all dead, and the disciples of your sect are unscathed. ”

"Zeng Shouza wants an explanation, Lao Gu really doesn't know what to explain, Lao Qu wants to ask your faction, since your faction is not away from the donor and Tian Shouza, with the Tao of the two of them, such fierce characters as the beast god and the demon sect are not their opponents, how dare these disciples in the Lao Qu Temple make a move on them?"

"How did these disciples die, I'm afraid I still have to ask Zeng Shouza to give Lao Gu an explanation."

These words made Uncle Zeng often change color on the spot.

What does Pu Hong mean by this, this is clearly reversing black and white, turning the sneak attack of Tianyin Temple into their Qingyun Sect bullying the weak!

How could he endure this?

But at the time of the incident, except for the disciples of the Qingyun and Tianyin factions, there were no people from other sects on their side, and no one could really testify for them!

If Pu Hong dies and doesn't admit it, this matter really can't be said clearly.

Uncle Zeng's face flashed with blue light, and a strong aura emanated from his body, and he said: "Puhong, do you think that I came to the door today to reason with you?" ”

"So that you can know, if you don't give me an explanation today, you won't blame my Qingyunmen subordinates for being ruthless!"

"Please calm down."

Master Puhong's face was pale, and there was a hidden golden light emitting from his body, but it isolated Zeng Shuchang's momentum from the pilgrims of Shangxiang, and he said: "If your sect has evidence, my Tianyin Temple will apologize, but if there is no evidence, then I will wait for the old man to find out the truth before dealing with it." ”

"If the first one is aggressive, my Tianyin Temple is not afraid!"

As he spoke, the golden light of his whole body suddenly flourished, and in the void, there was a hidden Zen sound, magnificent and vast, washing his mind.

Uncle Zeng often did not act as well as the other party, snorted, took a few steps back, and his breathing was disordered.

And the pilgrims all over the mountain, suddenly heard the sound of Zen sound, they were all shocked, and when they saw the Venerable Master Puhong at the door, they were all covered in golden light, and the treasure was solemn, almost like the Buddha and Arhat descended to earth, they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and buckled their heads, and recited scriptures in their mouths.

"Good, good, good!"

Seeing this, Uncle Zeng Chang angrily drank three good words in a row, and then slapped his palms heavily!

The voice is crisp, and with the blessing of spiritual power, it has spread all over the ten miles, up and down the mountain, and it can be heard clearly!

Stop! Stop! Stop......

Stop! Stop! Stop......

The moment the voice fell, one after another sword lights rushed into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, all directions of Mount Meru, the air was surrounded by a group of Qingyun monks!

There are hundreds of these monks, all of whom are elites of the seven veins, and their Taoism is extraordinary.

That momentum spreads, and the entire Sumeru Mountain is full of heavy atmosphere, that is, Puhong is profound, but also his heart is heavy, and he feels a little tricky.

Uncle Zeng often raised his hand with a move, and the folding fan in his hand immediately turned into a fairy sword, and the sword was silver-white, flickering in the void, bright and dazzling.

He flew into the air, condescending, and shouted: "Puhong, according to the order of the head of Qingyun, I came to Tianyin Temple today to seek justice for the attack on my Qingyun disciple, if anyone dares to stop it, there will be no forgiveness!" ”

Hundreds of Qingyun disciples shouted in unison: "There is no forgiveness for killing!" ”

The strong killing intent, as everyone's qi burst out, it was so close that all the pilgrims and monks on Mount Meru turned pale, and their hearts were extremely frightened.

Unexpectedly, the Venerable Master Puhong replied in a deep voice: "Amitabha, if Qingyunmen wants to bully others, my Tianyin Temple will have no choice but to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth." Senior Brother Pude ......"

An old voice immediately came from inside the temple and said, "What do you command, senior brother?" ”

"Urge the mountain protection array to protect the safety of all pilgrims on the mountain!" Puhong Road.

One is the word came, and then, on the entire Sumeru Mountain, there were suddenly countless prohibitions were stimulated, in the void, a huge Sanskrit sound sounded, the golden Buddha light, dazzling, a golden brilliant swastika mantra appeared on the Tianyin Temple, slowly rising.

"This is my Tianyin Temple's Mountain Protection Array, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect Array, please be careful if it is the first one." Pu Hong said calmly.

"What a Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect Great Array, I want to see today which is stronger or weaker between my Qingyun Formation and your Tianyin Formation!"

Uncle Zeng often shouted: "All the disciples listen to the order, Bu Qiankun Liuhe Sword Formation!" ”

Hundreds of disciples suddenly agreed, and then the light flew away, distributed in six directions, and the qi and machine were completely connected, and a fierce sword intent rushed into the sky, just like these hundreds of Qingyun disciples turned into a divine sword.

And Uncle Zeng often stood in the center of the formation, pinched the magic trick in his hand, slashed it from afar, and shouted: "Kill!" ”

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