When the serfs wielded rudimentary weapons and killed the first monk who had once seemed to be extremely powerful, their mentality began to change subtly.

Especially after seeing the fear on the faces of those nobles who were once high and inviolable, they finally realized that they were not weeds that could be bullied, and they also had the power to change their fate.

Xu Chuan took Mo Shanshan, Ye Hongyu and Mingzong and the others forward, so the wind also blew forward.

Of course, at the beginning, Xu Chuan wanted to add some confidence to those serfs, so he did not leave the slightest resistance to those monks and soldiers.

But now that the blood of the serfs has been stimulated, he should naturally let go a little.

After all, this is an uprising, a revolution.

And how can a revolution be bloodless?

Therefore, when the wind blew, although the monks seemed to be carrying heavy shackles, they still had the strength to wave the weapons in their hands to resist.

Although the movements were stiff and looked reluctant, they still injured many serfs who rushed to the front.

But at this moment these serfs have already entered a feverish mood, and blood will not make them afraid, but will only make them more excited.

Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, let alone these monks and soldiers who are shackled?

Their feeble resistance only inspired the hatred of the serfs in the past.

As Xu Chuan slowly advanced, more and more serfs joined the uprising, and more and more monks and nobles died at the hands of serfs.

Even later, Xu Chuan no longer suppressed those monk soldiers, but the monk soldiers who could exert their full strength had been filled with fear in their hearts, almost forgetting to resist, and in the face of the dense serfs with almost no end in sight, they only thought about escaping.

It's just that suddenly they remembered the pictures of the past when they were allowed to slaughter and play with serfs wantonly, and then looked at these serfs in front of them who seemed to be like the devil had come up, and they only felt as if they had entered a terrible nightmare, and they couldn't wake up for a long time.

All the way, all the way to kill.

It took a day of killing, and almost the entire field turned bloody, before finally coming to the bottom of the extremely high mountain.

In fact, if it weren't for the many monks and soldiers who later fled directly in the face of the growing army of serfs, I am afraid that they would not have been able to fight here in just one day.

Above the mountain peak, under the temple, many nobles and monks gathered together, at this moment, the fear and panic on their faces had disappeared without a trace, as if the Buddhist temple behind them had given them great confidence.

Facing the dense serfs at the foot of the mountain, an extremely melodious bell suddenly sounded from the Buddhist temple at the top of the mountain.

The bell rang in his ears, and a large number of serfs vomited blood and fell to the ground, even the Qishan master, who had already entered the immeasurable, also slightly condensed his eyebrows.

Mo Shanshan, Ye Hongyu and the others suddenly turned pale, their hearts seemed to be clenched by the bell, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

Xu Chuan held Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu's hands in an instant, and the powerful and incomparable divine will instantly calmed the turmoil in their hearts.

At the same time, with a cold snort, it was like a thunderbolt exploding under the nine heavens, and the bell was extremely strong.

….

But even so, countless serfs once again gave birth to a deep fear under the bell.

Is Mount Kinabalu furious?

Can they really overthrow Mount Kinabalu and pursue the wonderful world?

At the same time, the gate of the temple between the peaks slowly opened, and an old monk with white hair and a gentle and kind expression walked out.

He looked at Master Qishan among the serfs, and sighed, "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you have embarked on the evil path, it's a pity."

Master Qishan's expression is equally gentle and kind, but there is a difference, at least, in the eyes of countless serfs, Master Qishan is approachable and makes people want to be close from the bottom of their hearts, while the old monk who just came out of the temple is inexplicably intimidating, even terrifying.

Master Qishan looked at the old monk with a somewhat complicated expression, if he was the leader of Liansheng, that

This old monk was his former leader, but when he was young, he couldn't get used to seeing the suffering of the serfs under the peak, so he broke the door and left, otherwise he should have been the best candidate to take over the first seat of the Hanging Temple.

Suppressing a few thoughts in his heart, he said calmly: "Senior brother, Buddhism talks about compassion, but how can this compassion be given to millions of Li people under the mountain?"

The old monk said in a non-wavering tone: "Countless years ago, the Buddha opened up the Buddha country with great will, built countless yellow temples between the peaks, and gathered countless sinful people to cultivate and graze here, so as to support the monks, get the influence of the Dharma, and hope to wash away their sins, which is the greatest compassion."

Tang Xiaotang was kind by nature, and he was already very unhappy when he saw the misery of the serfs, but now when he heard such shameless words, he finally couldn't help it, and immediately said angrily: "It's all fart, what kind of sins need to suffer again from generation to generation, not to mention, I didn't see their sins, but the sins of your Hanging Temple are clearly visible, it's really disgusting, shameless!"

The old monk glanced at Tang Xiaotang, who was still just a little girl, and said calmly: "The suffering of this life has its own bliss of retribution in the next life."

After that, he turned to look at the countless serfs with fear on their faces and said, "Because of compassion, you can live well, but the Buddha also has the wrath of Vajra, and if you don't retreat quickly, you will suffer from the burning of flesh and blood."

His voice was calm, but there was a great power that made the hearts of countless serfs more and more afraid.

Especially listening to the wails of the serfs who had just vomited blood and fell to the ground under the sound of the bell, this fear became stronger and stronger.

It's just that there is still a trace of unwillingness in their hearts, although it is only a short day, but the good times without oppression even if it is only one day, it has overcome the miserable life of more than ten years.

In addition, when I heard Master Qishan chanting, I had a yearning for a better world in my mind.

How can they be willing to turn back and go back to the dark days of the past?

Countless eyes involuntarily looked at Master Qishan, and Master Qishan also looked at everyone calmly.

The spring breeze and rainy gaze dispelled the fear in their hearts, and their gaze gradually became resolute.

Death is not necessarily terrible.

What is terrible is the senseless death, they would rather die here than die like pigs and dogs at the hands of those nobles and monks.

….

In front of the temple, the old monk sighed, although these serfs did not speak, he already felt their will.

Then, another bell rang leisurely.

This time, there was not just the sound of bells, but also the sound of chanting.

The bells fluttered with an unusually terrifying power.

Fang Cai's bell was able to affect Mo Shanshan, Ye Hongyu and others in the Knowing Fate Realm, and at this moment, this bell was obviously much more terrifying, and it almost had the power to destroy everything.

Those serfs were afraid that the moment the bell came, it would burst open and become a cloud of blood mist.

So Master Qishan made a move.

His body stirred up and down with golden light, and his mouth began to chant.

The sound of scripture confronts the bells.

Every word and sentence has an immeasurable breath flowing.

But the bell seems to be an extremely powerful Buddha treasure of the Hanging Temple, and now there are many monks of the Hanging Temple chanting blessings, and they have overshadowed the chanting sound of Master Qishan.

Seeing this, Xu Chuan let go of Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu's hands, stepped out, and stood in front of countless serfs and Qishan masters, his abdomen moved, and he suddenly let out a dragon groan.

The sound of the dragon's groan spread for thousands of miles, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Suddenly, everyone saw a divine dragon swimming above the nine heavens roaring wantonly.

The sound of the dragon's chant instantly overwhelmed the bell with the blessing of countless chantings.

However, seeing that the bell was suppressed, the old monk in front of the Buddhist temple showed a smile.

The Hanging Temple never cared about serfs, nor did they care about a Qishan that had just broken through the Six Realms, and all they cared about was Xu Chuan, the sect master of the Ming Sect.

Although the first sermon was defeated

, but the Hanging Temple was not defeated, and neither was the Buddha.

He believed that hitting the Hanging Temple was definitely the most wrong decision this Ming Sect Master had made in his life.

When the bell rang like nothing, the old monk folded his hands and began to chant.

The Buddhist temples in the world start the day with the sound of bells, which are morning bells.

The monks wake up and recite the scriptures for the morning lesson.

In the scriptures of the old monk, the entire Hanging Temple woke up, and the Buddha kingdom where the Buddha left in the world began to show its true appearance.

A compassionate and cold Buddha light fell from the sky, and it happened to envelop Xu Chuan.

Buddha Light suppressed Long Yin, and naturally also suppressed Xu Chuan.

Hundreds of monks chanted sutras in the Hanging Temple, and the sound of bells and scriptures became louder and louder.

As a result, the light of the Buddha became more and more clear, and the Buddha power in it became more and more powerful.

Xu Chuan's expression was still calm, but his eyebrows were still a little more solemn, he looked up at the depths of the Buddha's light, and then looked at the extremely high mountain in front of him for a long time.

[In view of the general environment,

He finally discovers a somewhat frightening fact.

It turns out that this majestic mountain, which only has a section of the peak leaking out of the ground, was incarnated by the Buddha.

He couldn't help but think of his master's ascension to the sky and the moon.

It seems that even though the Buddha is not as good as the master, he has already entered the same realm.

It's just that the difference between a mountain and a moon is still not to be remembered.

He also felt more and more intuitively the strength of the master.

….

Of course, he also confirmed one of his previous guesses.

The Buddha must have surpassed the seven realms and reached the level of the eight.

And at this moment, in the chanting of thousands of monks, accompanied by the more and more clear and majestic Buddha light, the Buddha country that had been silent for countless years finally woke up completely.

Xu Chuan was shocked to find that he seemed to be in the same place, but in fact he had entered a big world.

In other words, although there are more than 100,000 worlds in his body, they are all small worlds, or miniature worlds that are weaker than small worlds.

For example, the Qingyu Nian and the snow that he had been to and the current Haotian world can be regarded as a big world.

It stands to reason that it is almost impossible for one world to be born into another.

But the Buddha turned his body into a mountain, and countless temples rose between the peaks, and countless believers were stored under the peaks.

For countless years, with the faith and lives of countless believers, they have been born here to open up a true world of bliss.

Although it can't be compared with the Haotian world, it is already a level of existence after all.

At least, he couldn't leave the range of this Buddha's light now.

At this moment, a quiet and majestic voice sounded from the sound of scriptures in the sky.

"Retreat now, and the Buddha will forgive you for your sins."

Xu Chuan raised his head in the light of the Buddha and said disdainfully, "Then who will forgive the Buddha's sins?"

As the words fell, he looked at the depths of a temple somewhere among the mountain peaks with a smile, and said, "You escaped by luck that day, and today you are afraid that you will not have such good luck again."

Obviously, he had discovered that the person who spoke was the first speaker of the sutra that had been rescued by Qi Nian that day.

At this moment, the first seat of the lecture seemed to be fine, but he was still keenly aware of the other party's weakness.

Today's first lecture is certainly not weak, but the Qishan Master who has entered the immeasurable Six Realms is enough to compete with it.

In the depths of the temple, the voice of the first sermon was a little low, but still incomparably magnificent, sounded again.

"If so, die."

When the words fell, the Buddha's light suddenly burst out with an extremely dazzling light, and in the light, Xu Chuan's figure quietly disappeared.

Only a voice left by Xu Chuan echoed in the ears of Mo Shanshan, Ye Hongyu and others.

"Don't worry, I'll go and meet the Buddha, and soon it will be clear, and the matter of the Hanging Temple will be handed over to you."

Seeing Xu Chuan's figure disappear into the Buddha's light, Mo Shanshan was a little worried, but she also knew that it was useless to worry at the moment.

So, she and Ye Hongyu glanced at each other, took a step forward like a refresher, and shouted in unison: "People of Mingzong, follow me to the Hanging Temple!"

Tang and the desolate powerhouses behind him, who had been silent for a long time, all responded: "Step on the Hanging Temple!"

Xu Chuan has shown miracles again and again, and can even confront Haotian, even if the Buddha is a legendary figure, but after all, it is not as good as Haotian, since this is the case, they naturally will not worry about their own terrifying powerful sect master.

And they traveled thousands of miles to come here, not for sightseeing.

After walking such a long way, the desire to fight has long been irrepressible.

So as soon as the words fell, they followed Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu towards the Hanging Temple on the mountain peak.

….

Naturally, the million serfs will not watch dryly, the cultivators have battles between cultivators, and they also have their battles.

The many nobles and monks who surrounded the temple were their best targets.

Countless serfs and nobles fought together, and Ye Hongyu was also the first to enter the Hanging Temple.

Under the thousands of Dao Swords, there was a tendency to destroy the city, and in an instant, a large number of peripheral monks died under the slaughter of Dao Swords.

The old monk who appeared at the beginning looked angry, his hands changed several times, and the seal of the immovable Ming King was formed, and suddenly a majestic aura fell towards Ye Hongyu.

The strength of this force has reached the peak of knowing fate, and it is even close to the level of the Six Realms.

Ye Hongyu is confident that she can fight with her, but she also knows very well that she is definitely not an opponent.

However, at this moment, Ye Su's figure appeared in front of her, and with a wave of the wooden sword in her hand, she slashed the majestic aura to pieces.

Ye Hongyu was slightly stunned, seeing this scene, her eyes couldn't help but moisten a little.

"Gesture!"

She snorted lightly, pretending not to care, and guided the Dao Sword to kill elsewhere, but the Dao Sword, which had always been extremely calm on weekdays, was inexplicably a little excited at this moment.

Ye Su naturally heard Ye Hongyu's slight mockery, but he didn't say anything, just calmly swung his sword towards the old monk.

At this moment, thousands of runes erupted in Mo Shanshan's thoughts, Tang was already entangled with Qi Nian, and Lu Chenjia was also growing flowers step by step, under the rain of flowers in the sky, the killing was not counted.

And Master Qishan also stood in front of the first seat of the lecture with his hands folded.

For a time, great wars broke out one after another, and the flames of war completely burned this temple that had been quiet and peaceful for thousands of years.

At the same time, Xu Chuan has also come to a strange world.

The Buddha's Great World of Bliss.

The true Buddha country in legend.

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