After many days of walking, the three carriages finally came to the depths of the Western Wilderness.

Then stopped in front of a thick white fog.

The air in the depths of the wasteland is humid, so fogging is a very normal thing, but if this fog is not on the ground, but below the ground, it is quite strange and shocking.

Of course, what is even more shocking is the deep white fog that flows like a waterfall, the hanging island that seems to float in the clouds.

There are yellow temples between the peaks of the island, which appear and disappear in the fog, like a fairyland of Buddha.

Master Qishan looked at the temple with a complicated expression.

This temple is the highest sacred place of Buddhism, but it hides countless sins.

Mo Shanshan half-snuggled in Xu Chuan's arms, looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh softly, "It turns out that this is the Hanging Temple."

Ye Hongyu and Ye Su also had to admit that this Hanging Temple looked much higher than the style of Zhishouguan.

Even the Mingzong Mountain Gate, which had shocked them a little, was much worse than the current scene.

After waiting here for a while, they heard a rumbling sound from behind them, and when they turned around, they saw dozens of fierce figures galloping quickly in the large clouds of smoke and dust.

It took only a few dozen breaths before they came to them.

The man in animal skin at the head is naturally Tang.

Tang Dangxian half-knelt in front of Xu Chuan, and said with a respectful expression, "See the sect master."

The dozens of figures behind him also bowed down and shouted in unison, "See the sect master!"

Xu Chuan waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted them up, looked at everyone and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."

With that, he turned to look at the temple that seemed to be floating in the clouds, and said slowly, "You will follow me to the sky, and you will not break or return!"

As soon as the words fell, a cry full of excitement suddenly sounded behind him.

"Step on the hanging, not broken, not broken!"

The Hanging Temple is a legendary unknowable place, one of the most sublime places in the world.

Destroying such a powerful existence can not only demonstrate the strength of Mingzong, but also let the world know the majesty of Mingzong.

Today's Mingzong is no longer the Mingzong of the past.

As a member of the Ming Sect, they will naturally be excited and excited, and even, they are already a little impatient.

In the shouts of everyone, Xu Chuan slowly raised his hand and waved it downward, and suddenly, a powerful storm suddenly rose.

Whistling, blowing away the white mist that swirled beneath the ground like a waterfall.

In front of them, a cliff fell into the ground.

A frighteningly large sinkhole appeared.

Its depth and magnificence are almost beyond anyone's imagination.

is to move Chang'an, the world's first male city, to this extremely deep sinkhole.

In the center of the sinkhole, an extremely majestic mountain peak rises from the ground, this peak is higher than the highest peak of Min Mountain, and more majestic than the big snow mountain that envelops the gate of Mingzong Mountain, but in this deep sinkhole, there is only a small section of the ground.

And the temple that had just floated in the clouds was among the peaks of this mountain. ….

When everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them, Xu Chuan had already hugged Mo Shanshan's waist and fell lightly towards the cliff in front of him.

Naturally, everyone quickly came back to their senses and followed one by one.

Soon, Xu Chuan took Moshan Mountain to the bottom of this sinkhole.

Looking at the countless terraced rice fields in front of them, as well as the fields and rivers, they felt as if they had arrived in another world.

At the moment, there are some dark-skinned, ragged farmers on these terraces who are silently busy.

Xu Chuan's eyesight is extremely strong, and he swept it at a glance, and according to preliminary estimates, there were at least nearly one million serfs working here.

In the unknowable land of the world, Zhishouguan has hundreds of millions of believers in Xiling and even the world

Offerings, the academy also has the Tang Kingdom support, obviously, the Hanging Temple is supported by this nearly one million ragged serfs.

How many years has the existence of the Hanging Temple, how many years have these serfs lived at the bottom of the sinkhole, I don't know how many generations have been working hard in the damp and dark underground without seeing the light of day, living hard and resentful, maintaining the existence of the Hanging Temple.

This kind of torture that can be called immortality and eternity, even just thinking about it, inexplicably makes people's hearts chill rise.

Xu Chuan felt that Mo Shanshan's body in his arms trembled a little, and her face was pale with almost no blood.

"A Buddhist temple forged in flesh and blood, is this the legendary unknowable place?"

Xu Chuan tightened his arms, hugged Mo Shanshan a little tighter, stroked Mo Shanshan's somewhat cold cheeks at the moment, and whispered and promised, "After today, there will be no more such filthy places in the world."

At this time, Ye Hongyu and other Mingzong people also came.

Master Qishan looked at those serfs with numb expressions, with pity, but also with indescribable shame.

Everyone in the world praises him for his great virtue and benevolence, but even if he has long known about these cruel and dark things in Buddhism, he has not taken action.

[In view of the general environment, this is a hanging temple after all.

A sigh came out of his mouth, with indescribable complexity and helplessness.

Xu Chuan looked at Master Qishan and said calmly, "These people will be handed over to the master."

Master Qishan's expression was solemn, his hands were folded, and he said in a deep voice, "It is incumbent upon him."

If you say that he was in the Rotten Ke Temple before, he was still because of the lives of the monks in the Rotten Ke Temple, and Xu Chuan's kindness to cure him.

At this moment, he wanted to fulfill the agreement between him and Xu Chuan from the bottom of his heart.

The Buddha should not be like this, and the Buddha Gate should not have such a cold and cruel holy place.

The group walked through the wilderness, following the river towards the very high mountain in the distance.

Occasionally, they would see arms severed by sharp weapons, corpses pecked into bones by vultures, and more and more people they encountered as they got closer to the mountain.

Xu Chuan just had a thought of it, and he had obscured the figures of their group, and it was impossible for them to discover their existence without a cultivator who knew the fate realm walking in front of him, so they saw the reality in this wilderness. ….

There was a nobleman as fat as a pig with all kinds of jeweled necklaces hanging from his body, and in his hand he held a wine set made of silver with a skull, and his feet full of mud trampled on the girl's naked breasts.

There were always a lot of strong men standing around the nobles, and they wielded leather whips and knives, sometimes the leather whips fell on the bodies of cattle and sheep, more often on the bodies of slave girls, and the sharp knives were sometimes used to cut mutton, and more often they were stabbed into the chests of slave girls or old fathers, and the blood and wine were mixed together, and the monks looked so happy, and the cowardly and numb serfs could only bow down to the temples in the mountain peaks, like useless ants.

Cowardice was enough, and numbness could be understood, but when the serfs offered the most precious gold and silver and the most chaste daughters to the monks with their hands, their expressions were so joyful.

Listening to the sound of chanting and moaning in the yurt, Master Qishan's expression became more and more ashamed and sad.

Ye Hongyu said coldly: "Although there are dirty places in the Daomen, the set of the Buddha Gate is the most despicable."

Mo Shanshan's gentle temperament is also tense at the moment, clutching Xu Chuan's arm, with irrepressible anger and killing intent in his eyes.

Mo Shanshan was unhappy, and Xu Chuan was naturally unhappy either.

The killing intent gradually arose, and then there was a wind blowing between heaven and earth.

The wind blew through the nobles and the men beside him, and their bodies became countless pieces.

Blood beats in the flesh and watering this sinful land.

A trace of astonishment appeared on the numb faces of the serfs, and then they were ecstatic and frantically bowed down to the temple on the mountain peak in the distance.

They were so hard that their heads were bleeding.

But they seem

I didn't feel pain, but I was full of fanaticism.

They believed that the Buddha must have felt their faith and punished these wicked people.

And the wind is still blowing slowly.

When the wind blows through the yurt, the chanting stops abruptly.

Only a muffled whisper sounded quietly.

As Xu Chuan walked slowly, the field deep in the sinkhole began to slowly turn bloody.

The blood of nobles and monks was mixed together, and it looked so dazzling.

Without the people above their heads who had oppressed them for countless years, the serfs were suddenly a little dazed.

They looked around in confusion, looking at the nobles and monks who had turned into minced meat, and suddenly there was an indescribable excitement and fear.

They didn't understand why they were in such a mood, and they didn't understand what to do next, so they could only stand there stupidly, looking at the temple looming among the mountain peaks in the distance.

Since the Buddha has sent down punishments, he will naturally make corresponding arrangements for them.

As a result, more and more serfs began to bow down to the temples looming among the mountain peaks in the distance.

A low sigh with a complicated meaning sounded from the mouth of Master Qishan, and he walked towards the void step by step, with a peaceful and warm golden light spreading around him.

"The Living Buddha is here!"

"It's a living Buddha!"

"The Buddha did not abandon us!"

「......」

The excited voices of the serfs came and went, and they turned around and bowed down to Master Qishan's expressions with reverent expressions. ….

Master Qishan had already reached the extreme of knowing his fate, and at this moment, infinite faith was surging towards him, and in an instant, he broke through that last layer of obstacle and stepped into the immeasurable realm of the six realms.

However, instead of joy, his expression became more and more sad and ashamed.

Looking at the hopeful eyes of countless serfs, he said slowly, "I am not a Buddha, but a sinner."

He pointed to the sacred mountain in the eyes of countless serfs and said, "This mountain is full of sin, overthrow it, and you will no longer be bullied, and you will see the true and beautiful world."

Then he began to chant the scriptures, which were full of descriptions of the beautiful world, with indescribable subtlety between the lines, and all the serfs who heard this verse seemed to see a perfect paradise, without a blizzard and without the bullying of nobles.

The numbness in the eyes of the serfs gradually dissipated in the Buddhist scriptures, and an indescribable light emerged in them.

That is the deep yearning for beauty in everyone's hearts.

After reciting the scriptures, Master Qishan looked at the crowd with compassion on his face and asked, "Are you willing to overthrow that mountain with me and pursue beauty?"

His gentleness and peacefulness have won the trust of countless serfs, and although Master Qishan said that he was not a Buddha at this moment, in the eyes of countless serfs, Master Qishan was the real Buddha.

A little girl was the first to stand up and said, "I do."

Soon, the sound resounded like a tidal wave throughout the depths of the sinkhole.

Looking at this scene, Ye Hongyu looked indifferent and said, "In the final analysis, it's still the one that makes people feel like Fomen Lake."

Mo Shanshan retorted, "Everything in the world has both positive and negative sides, and Buddhism is not necessarily without merit, and Master Qishan has brought them hope and can make them have the courage to resist, which is a great merit."

Ye Hongyu snorted lightly and did not refute, which was regarded as acquiescing to Mo Shanshan's words.

And at present, such a huge movement has naturally attracted more and more people's attention.

Especially near the sacred mountain, many nobles have already rushed over with a large number of strong monks and soldiers.

Not only that, but there were dozens of them behind them, and more and more monks were rushing here.

Such a battle immediately frightened many serfs who were already aggressive.

The sense of oppression of the past weighed on them again.

It makes them feel a little overwhelmed and frightened.

At this moment, Xu Chuan didn't make another move, and Master Qishan just looked at him quietly

Guys.

The peaceful and compassionate eyes were full of encouragement.

If you really want these serfs to live with their chests up, you have to really make them understand what resistance is.

At this time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy picked up a wooden stick on the ground and shouted, "Fight with them, there is a living Buddha here, what are you afraid of?"

The little girl had picked up the nearest stone as well.

In silence, more and more serfs picked up something that could be used as a weapon.

If it had been, they might have been numb to the oppression of those nobles and monks.

But after listening to Master Qishan's scriptures and knowing the beautiful world, they became unwilling and angry.

So, they silently took up their arms and silently greeted the nobles and monks who were high up in the past.

The sheer number of serfs immediately frightened the nobles and monks.

A fat nobleman exclaimed, "What are you pigs going to do? It's the other way around? Don't kneel down and confess your guilt!"

However, the serfs were silent, and then walked towards him with their weapons in hand.

Then he became more and more afraid.

But the many strong monks behind him brought him a great sense of security.

He suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted, "If you dare to go to the former again, you will kill them all!"

Those monks and soldiers shouted loudly, their faces full of cruelty and murderous intent.

How can a mere serf, with some ridiculous weapons, pose a threat to them?

The other nobles also sent their own monks.

However, just as the murderous monks were about to kill the serfs to see the reality, a gust of wind blew and they lost their mobility.

It was as if countless chains had bound them in place, and they couldn't move at all.

When the first monk was beaten to death by several serfs without resistance, the scene suddenly became out of control.

The killing, it began.

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