It's a pity!

Chen Yun was disappointed, there were eight counties in Jinhua Prefecture, a total of thirty-seven temples, and no one dared to confront the army with a clear mind.

Even though each temple has a large number of warrior monks, they are used as guardians and collectors.

Even in the temples, there are weapons such as swords, guns, clubs, axes, hooks, forks, bows and arrows.

However, in front of the army, they are all chickens and dogs!

But people are not without resistance.

Thirty-seven temples, with thirty-three presiding officers, set up firewood and burned themselves in front of the disciples and hundreds of believers, and in front of the army.

This unanimous strength, saying that there was no one behind it, Chen Yun didn't believe it at all.

Everyone burns themselves with awe-inspiring righteousness.

Those who do not know only see them burning themselves, but those who know know that they are doing this to roast the king of men on the fire.

"The world is difficult and dangerous, and the pure land of Buddhism is peaceful and rare, and it will inevitably lead to sword disasters.

This time, I should rob away, hoping that the king of people will be merciful and spare the monks in my temple, okay? ”

In Tiantai Mountain Temple, the presiding monk sat in the raging fire, still speaking calmly and compassionately, and begged Chen Yun in the kneeling of hundreds of believers.

Zhuge Wolong, who was following Chen Yun, smiled:

"Is the great monk so coercing the king of people?

You know, what is the command of the king of men?

The monks in the dismissed temple are still laity, and there are only ten people left in a temple, and they can preach the unification.

The dismissed monks, according to the king's orders, will distribute their land, seeds, money and food, and even make a matchmaker for him to achieve good deeds.

In this way, you can spread the branches and leaves, and inherit the bloodline incense.

If there are parents in the family, they can support their parents, and if the parents are not in the family, they can have children and inherit cigarettes.

This is the way to go!

Isn't it?

In the eyes of the people, this is a good thing of the first class, so why force each other to die? ”

The voice of the presiding monk in the fire still did not tremble, but there was no meaning of pleading: "Destroy the temple and destroy the monks, if you want to destroy my Dharma scriptures, where does it come from?"

But has the king of people ever thought about why few people who have destroyed Buddha since ancient times have a good end?

My Buddhism has guided people to be good for thousands of years, and what is wrong, just because there is some surplus money and food, they will suffer this disaster, how unfair! ”

As soon as his words fell, all the disciples present and the worshippers who bowed their eyes turned their eyes to the king of men who was sitting on his horse peacefully, but in their eyes, they all carried hatred!

In this hateful gaze, Chen Yun smiled!

"Great monk, sitting on the fire as an arhat for more than an hour, where does the so-called come from?

It's just to show his grief and strangeness.

If I hadn't come in person, I'm afraid you would have faked your death by now, leaving behind the name of grief and indignation, Dharma and Buddha protection!

By the way, I also left behind disciples and believers who have a monstrous hatred for me!

Now that I'm here, you're going to anger me with these addresses and the hatred in the eyes of the believers.

Are you trying me to kill them all?

It's really calculated!

Overnight, can Buddhism produce more than 30 arhats and wholesale Chinese cabbage? ”

"You say Buddhism is compassionate, then I'll talk about your compassion!

Your Tiantai Mountain Temple, from the beginning of its establishment, has only been more than 60 years, at the beginning there were only three halls, three monks.

Nowadays, this Tiantai Mountain Temple has thousands of halls, from the mountain gate to here, if you walk with your feet for half a day.

Sixty years ago, the three monks have developed to more than 800 monks, including nearly 500 warrior monks!

Originally, the land in the surrounding towns belonged to the people, but now in just fifty or sixty years, the land of the people has become yours.

But the people have become tenant farmers who cultivate the land for you, and seventy or eighty percent of one year's harvest will be given to you, leaving only a little to drink gruel and survive until the next year.

Maybe some people won't even survive the next year, and there are countless babies among your tenants who fall to death because they can't afford to raise their children.

Is this your merit?

What makes your reputation famous among the dignitaries and nobles is the very effective son of Guanyin in your Tiantai Mountain Temple.

But in fact, every one who is really pregnant after asking for a son to go back seems to be the seed of the monk in the temple!

I just don't know what those high-ranking officials, wealthy merchants, and landlords will think in their hearts when they know that the children they have worked so hard to get are someone else's seed?

Perhaps, among these believers in front of you, there are many such people? ”

This sentence was a critical injury, and suddenly among these believers who were originally inexplicably sad and angry, and looked at Chen Yun and the army with hatred, they were shaken!

Although this kind of vacillation is relatively rare, it is there after all!

The questioning made the great monk in the fire speechless, which shows that even if the Arhat cultivator who has been promoted urgently, it is still very easy to block the flames.

But this kind of trickery is very unpleasant!

Chen Yun dismounted, picked up a piece of wood from the ground, looked at the great monk who was still intact in the raging fire, and said lightly: "Since you are willing to burn yourself, then I don't mind helping you add firewood!" ”

After speaking, he threw the wood in his hand into the fire.

In the eyes of others, this wood is dispensable in this raging fire, and it is not worth mentioning.

But for the presiding monk in the fire, everything is different.

The golden body of the Arhat, who protected himself in the fire, seemed to have lost its magical power at the moment when the wood was thrown into the fire, and could not stop the harmless raging flames.

Does it hurt to be burned by fire?

From the screams that the presiding monk finally let out, he knew that it didn't hurt to be burned by the fire.

After all, it is an Arhat cultivation, even if it is a temporarily promoted cultivation, it is also an Arhat cultivation.

So he couldn't burn to death at once, and the smoke couldn't smoke to death, so he rolled in pain and struggled in the fire.

The pain in the fire rolled and struggled, making Chen Yun pout.

He had heard countless legends that at one point, an old monk sacrificed his life to take righteousness, rushed into the fire and sat down peacefully, calmly dying.

He thought that the other party could have the courage to sit in the fire, in addition to the temporarily promoted Arhat cultivation, there should also be a certain amount of mental support.

I didn't expect that a small fire could refine real gold.

Perhaps at this time, the great monk who was struggling in the raging fire regretted the most was to have an Arhat cultivation!

Because then you die a little slower!

At this time, a bird flew in the sky, and there was a person on the back of the bird.

No, this is the magic weapon of the shrike bird flight that Chen Yun himself refined.

It turned out that the baby's flying magic weapon was not good, but after Chen Yun improved the dragon clan's flying technique to suit the use of cultivated people of the human race, this flying magic weapon of the Bo Lao Bird that could carry people to fly became something that everyone disliked.

Now, he had to hand it over to the sergeants under Zuo Qianhu to deliver the news and run errands.

After all, the art of soaring also has a threshold, and without a certain amount of credit, it is definitely not qualified to learn.

And this shrike bird is just a flying magic weapon, you can use it for anyone, if you don't want to use it for him, just take it back.

"Report!"

The sergeant on the shrike jumped down from the air before he landed, and it seemed that the martial arts cultivation was not bad.

"Newspaper King!

The presiding officers of more than 30 temples on this trip all sat in the flames with fires, and they magically burned for more than half an hour, and they were still alive.

In the face of such supernatural visions, those disciples and hundreds of believers, although they did not resist with knives and guns with open fire, but after all, where did they stop the army.

Thousands of households have come to ask for an order, should such disobedient people be killed, or not? ”

Chen Yun smiled, and he pointed to the lifeless great monk in the fire in front of him at this time: "They put on this posture just to wait for us to raise the butcher's knife to those ordinary disciples and believers."

Then he relied on the cultivation of the Arhats, and he couldn't die by fire, so he faked his death and left.

In order to guide the people of this world to hate me and sympathize with Buddhism!

The world hates me!

This is a big game of chess!

However, go back and tell Zuo Qianhu that since the other party wants to burn himself, let them burn it!

To get what they want, help me add a piece of wood to each of their fires!

How many fires are there? ”

The sergeant replied, "The king of the people, there are thirty-two. ”

Chen Yun bent down and counted one by one, counting thirty-two pieces of wood: "Take these pieces of wood and tell Zuo Qianhu that for every fire and one piece of wood I sent."

When the fire is over, see if you can burn the relics! ”

As for how much food and land a temple has, you can refer to the Shaolin Temple before it was divided.

In the entire Shaolin Temple, there are more than 3,000 rooms at the most.

There are countless lands, and after the land is divided, they can be put together into a production brigade.

In those beacon years, there were 300 guns, and they almost tied up our General Pi

(End of chapter)