Changan.

Sacred Courtyard.

Cheng Chumo breathed heavily, and his killing intent boiled.

"Bang, I can't raise troops to exterminate the Buddhist temples in the world and kill all the bald donkeys," Yu Chi Baolin pounded the table and shouted angrily.

The eldest grandson glanced at the two of them, looked at the tragic hell picture scroll in the picture, and listened to the countless mournful wails and wails, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

If it had been before, he wouldn't have been like this.

But at the Heavens Advent Ceremony, the song "The Chronicle of the Gods" made the human race re-erect its backbone, and an inexplicable belief stood in the depths of their spirit all the time, making them proud of being a human race.

It is precisely because of this that people of the same race have suffered such a tragedy, which makes people moved and angry.

"I'll talk about this later, how is the recording of the spirit shadow of the live broadcast?" Eldest Sun Chong asked.

Cheng Chumo reached out to the mobile phone on the video call, reached out and touched the interface, saw the flashing recording light and nodded: "It's been recorded from beginning to end."

"Okay, then send it to Dao Feng, we have to arrange the next place, Brother Dao Feng said that there are not a few such Buddhist temples in the world," Changsun Chong said with a gloomy expression.

Cheng Chumo nodded, ended the recording, the picture was suddenly frozen, and after cutting off the communication, Wang Daofeng's friend began to send.

In the Nuwa Temple.

Wang Daofeng's expression was indifferent, and the killing intent lasted for a long time, for several days, he was constantly updating the black material of Buddhism, and at the same time asked his good friend Cheng Chumo and a group of people to deal with it, and then recorded a video of the handling of the situation and hung it on the news page at the end.

The latter are not ordered by the master, but he thinks of them by drawing inferences, since it is aimed at Buddhism, it is necessary to take the news seriously.

Otherwise, empty vernacular, relying only on words is limited in convincing after all, and only immersive can we empathize.

To this end, he also asked the teacher for permission to make video calls and add friends, which was only opened for a small number of people.

"Huh? Another one"?

Wang Daofeng accepted the interrogation, opened it and looked at it, the more he looked at it, the greater the killing intent in his eyes, and his face turned cold, like a piece of cold ice.

Skillfully operated, the video was hung under the corresponding news.

The moment the video is mounted, the number of views begins to surge suddenly, which is not uncommon, and the headlines of the day are now the biggest hotspot on the mobile phone network.

"Bastards".

In the study, Li Shimin kicked the book case, and the sword qi on his body surged, revealing the murderous intention: "Buddhism, Buddhism, another tragedy, another tragedy, how do you repay my human race."

Not for the Son of Heaven, I am the emperor of men.

The Son of Heaven, the herdsman of the heavens, the emperor of the human race, the emperor of the human race, the patriarch of the human race, and the people of the human race are all his people, how can he not be sad when he witnesses such a tragedy?

In the sky above Chang'an, dark clouds are rolling, and above the palace, there is a golden dragon roaring, venting anger, and Chang'an can be heard.

Anger.

Hate.

Beholder.

Within a few days, dozens of tragedies and countless tragedies are vividly remembered, and even cold-blooded people are sad from the heart at this moment.

"Buddhism, you are such a Buddha, worship the Buddha every day in my past, this Buddha, it doesn't matter if it is rude," a certain believer girl had tears in her eyes, turned off her mobile phone, rushed to the Buddha shrine in the house, grabbed the Buddha statue and fell to the ground, such a scene, not one or two places, but countless people.

The faith of Buddhism is collapsing.

Although it is only a part and does not hurt the roots, it is like a ten-meter building block tower, which is constantly being sucked away, and one day, the building will collapse.

Jade Pavilion.

Zhao Zhao's brows have been furrowed a little tightly in the past few days, the pickling things in Buddhism are not ordinary, and the degree of severity is several levels greater than he expected.

"At this pace, I don't have to make a movie about Black Buddha, and Buddhism will be spurned by the human race and lose people's hearts.

Alas, I've gathered people to start filming!"

The Heavenly Demon Order flew out of Zhao Zhao's arms.

Mo Luo's figure appeared, looking at Zhao Zhao with a smile, I don't know why, this former junior brother looks so pleasing to the eye at the moment, hahaha.

"Huh, Great Sage"?

Zhao Zhao greeted, puzzled by Mo Luo's sudden contact with him.

Mo Luo smiled: "You asked to disconnect the mobile phones of all monks and Buddhist believers to ensure the fermentation time, and the effect is indeed good, but now I am afraid that you can't hide it."

Buddhism is the best at demagoguery, but I didn't expect to meet you who understand the power of information better, and I am afraid that you will retaliate."

Zhao Zhao sneered: "Revenge, why didn't he think that I would retaliate when he came to target me?"

He is used to the Three Realms, and he really thinks that he is the only one in heaven and on earth.

If you want to take revenge, let him come, Wen and Wu's I will follow, whoever instigates first is the grandson, our cause and effect, it is over."

Mo Luo laughed, he liked very much that Zhao Zhao had no one in his eyes at this moment and was flying and domineering, this was the devil.

Demon, how can you not be arrogant.

"Very good, if you have something to look for me, you have the Qingping Sword in your hand, if there are not many means to target you, I am afraid that he will let the two saints of the West take action, and then the Qingping Sword will be difficult to protect you," Mo Luo analyzed.

Zhao Zhao shook his head and said disdainfully: "No, all the saints are ants, the longer they live, the stronger their strength, and the more they cherish their lives."

The two saints of the West don't dare, kill me, they are in danger of falling gods, how to choose, it goes without saying."

Mo Luo smiled without saying a word, dispersed the projection, and the Heavenly Demon Order flew back into Zhao Zhao's arms.

Turning around and entering the Jade Pavilion, Zhao Zhao continued to start filming, he had to do it as soon as possible, and pour a barrel of oil on this public opinion.

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"Evil Barrier".

Da Lei Yin Temple, roaring to the sky.

A few days later, what happened in Datang finally reached here, not because the Buddhism was slow to transmit, but because the Arhats stationed in the sect did not transmit the message in time.

On weekdays, there are not a lot of dirty things in Buddhism, and big things are turned into small things, and they are dealt with.

Therefore, the public opinion in the past few days is not worth fighting for the temples of all parties, let alone the transmission of the Lingshan Da Lei Yin Temple.

If you look for the Buddha for a little thing, then what do you want the monks in the temples everywhere to do?

Therefore, when those big temples realized the seriousness of the problem, public opinion still fermented, and they did not report it at this time, but began to look for Wang Daofeng.

Because the editor of each article is Wang Daofeng, Buddhism hopes to find Wang Daofeng and deal with the matter.

One party searched but found that Wang Daofeng had hid in Nuwa Temple, which made them helpless?

Nuwa Temple.

That's the face of a saint, how dare Buddhism touch the tiger's whiskers.

In desperation, it was reported to Lingshan Da Lei Yin Temple.

At this time, almost five days have passed, and the fermentation of public opinion on the Internet has been completed, and the Buddhism, which has been cut off from the Internet and blocked from information, has directly suffered a heavy blow.

In the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

If you come and sit cross-legged, the four bodhisattvas are separated from each other, and there is no one else.

In front of the five people, there was a mobile phone snatched from the hands of non-monks and Buddhist believers, on which was playing the video of the incident in the Peach Blossom Temple in Jinxiang that had just been uploaded.

"Amitabha," Guanyin folded his hands and looked compassionate, silently reciting the mantra of death.

For example, when he came to see Guanyin, he ignored it, looked at Manjushri and said: "Manjushri Bodhisattva, now that the Divine Monarch of Radio and Television slandered my image of Buddhism, and my Buddhist faith is in danger of collapsing, what do you think?"

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