"As a monk, you are destined to go to the Infernal Hell, Xuanzang, you are destined to go to the Infernal Hell, Xuanzang, you can't"

The Bodhisattva, who had replaced the true spirit of the Dharma King with the fruit position, heard the sudden change in his face.

The solemn, compassionate face suddenly revealed a little hideous color, and a colorful wheel of light suddenly appeared behind his head, and in the light, there was a faint pair of arms holding the vajra that were about to poke out, but the next moment when the ordinary and even a little rough fingers touched the vajra.

All visions are annihilated.

An ordinary palm grasped the supposed illusory merit light wheel, its rough five fingers probed into the depths of the light wheel, and clamped the arm that was about to poke out of nothingness with a light lift, while the right hand, which was already holding the treasure knife, was swiped casually.

The sharp blade easily separated the flesh of the neck like a flowing water, skillfully passing through the gap in the spine and then cutting all the muscles and bones in it, and at the same time, there was a slight breaking sound in the depths of the severed skull.

In just an instant, His Holiness 's panicked eyes suddenly dimmed, and along with it, the light wheel that had just appeared behind His Holiness also collapsed into light particles, floating in the air.

But Master Xuanzang, who did all this, put the treasure knife back in front of him without changing his face, and at the same time, the palm that was grasping in the depths of the light wheel also fished out the head that had lost its foundation and placed it on the right side of his futon, and there, there were also seven treasures, although the body had been dead for a long time, but the faces were lifelike heads were quietly stacked together.

On the other side, on the other side, the heads of several monks who had already run out of blood and had pale faces.

Master Xuanzang, who did this cruel act, sat back in his place alone, and with the time that the Jokhang Temple was frozen and began to flow again, ignoring the panic around him, he only said indifferently: "King Kangcang is slightly inferior, unfortunately defeated the poor monk, which other great monk can debate with the poor monk next?" ”

"Evil monk, evil monk!"

"Monks, quickly follow me to burn this outer way, peel it and cramp it!"

Seeing the headless body of another Dharma King lying limply to the ground, and the gushing blood staining the gold bricks on the ground, the monks around who were already panicked could no longer hold back the emotions in their hearts, and even worse, they even spoke wildly.

But before the four monks who were dressed completely differently from the monks around them could react, the babbling monks were covered by their companions and dragged away from the crowd and disappeared.

At the same time, a pale-haired, emaciated monk walked out of the hall of the Great Majesty, his steps were difficult, and his face was even more sad:

"Dongtu Dade, enough, enough, there are no more Dharma kings in my Jokhang Temple to let you cut off your head, you have proved the mistakes of the scriptures, we are willing to let you and your disciples re-annotate all the scriptures in the Jokhang Temple, and let the monks study carefully!"

Listening to the prayers of the old monk, Master Xuanzang, who was sitting on the futon, was stunned, and still looked like he was sitting and waiting.

For him, it was natural for the missing scriptures to be corrected and for the monks to learn the correct texts, not in exchange.

Just as two hundred years ago, he traveled all the way west to seek the Dharma.

After seeing that the origin of the Lingshan Buddha Land was not the appearance of the Buddha country on the earth that he imagined, just like now, Master Xuanzang also painstakingly launched a great debate with the local monks throughout the Buddha land.

As it turned out, it was the monk and not Xuanzang who were wrong.

Their Dharma did make mistakes, and the monks of the Buddha Land had misinterpreted the true meaning of the Buddha for a long time, and it was only natural that they should revise it.

As for the people rolling around during this period, when the monks are accustomed to oppressing others, indulging in vocal music, and getting used to keeping women in captivity and treating people as improper people, they are not pure monks who seek Buddha, but annoying outsiders, and they are evil demons.

So what can it be considered to kill a few foreign demons?

Even if it ends up with the Buddha, don't you still praise him for his actions to eliminate demons, which is really a great good?

And after that, the monks of the Lingshan Buddha Land called the Mahayana Heaven, the liberation of the heavens, Xuanzang did not care about it, if he really had supreme merit, then how could he not see the Buddha himself manifest and his fruition, if he was really so special, then why was he not given the Lingshan classics, only took some Buddha land incomplete, and the misinterpreted Buddha returned to the Tang Dynasty?

And this is also something that Xuanzang has been unable to understand for two hundred years since he returned to the Tang Dynasty.

Why has he been recognized by the Buddha, but he has not been able to be given those real spiritual mountain scriptures in order to benefit the world?

It wasn't until one hundred and fifty years ago, after the Tang Dynasty soared to a new world, that Master Xuanzang heard the story of Tang Seng from the messenger of Nanyan, and then he suddenly realized.

A paradoxical experience, a demonized disciple with the same temperament, a weak and pedantic master, and a grotesque way of learning from the scriptures.

It's not that he can't ask for the true scriptures in his heart, but that the true scriptures have already been given to the monk who is plausible to him, but is called Tang Seng.

The other party preached the Dharma in the name of Xuanzang, but those so-called true scriptures were no different from the remnants of the outer ways he saw in the Buddha land.

Xuanzang tried to pursue the truth with the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, but in the past, the incense was thick, and the golden sculptures of the Buddha's light turned into silent mud tires one by one.

It wasn't until he heard that the Buddha had repeatedly appeared in Tibet in the west, so Master Xuanzang, who couldn't ask for it, took his disciples to the road to find the truth, and as for this, he found these foreign monks who took people as materials and regarded the people as pigs and sheep, it was purely accidental.

It's just that Master Xuanzang can't see the people being brutalized by outsiders, even if these people are barbarians and are not educated, but it is also excellent to leave their bodies and serve as servants for the people of the Tang Dynasty to atone for their sins.

At that time, he had to send his disciples to persuade him every day, and after three or five generations of enlightenment with the Dharma and expelling his sins, he would use himself as a medium to apply to His Majesty for the attachment of the barbarians.

But before that, the evil demons of the outer ways who distort the Buddhist scriptures and mutilate the barbarian people must be punished.

"Alas, Xuanzang, did you really decide that there is a way to go to the dark and never go back?"

Looking at Master Xuanzang, who pretended to be deaf and dumb and did not answer his questions at all, the old monk couldn't help but sigh.

Master Xuanzang slowly raised his head, and the ancient well Wubo's eyes looked at the old monk in front of him indifferently, although there was no miracle, but it made the old monk suddenly feel excited.

Beneath those eyes, he felt as if he had been seen through.

In fact, when Master Xuanzang slowly spoke, it verified the guess in the old monk's heart:

"What is wrong with a poor monk who only wants to see the Buddha and get a true scripture?"

"And as for these, does the Bodhisattva really want to argue for these Buddhas and enemies?"

"Then it's better to sit down and have the poor monk argue with the Bodhisattva!"

Old monk.

Or the Bodhisattva who pretended to be an old monk heard the words and felt a lot in his heart.

It's not unbelievable that his identity was seen through, in fact, before that, several Bodhisattvas couldn't help Xuanzang's cruel actions, and personally ended up arguing with him, but the result.

Other monks regard the words of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas as the most important principles; But Xuanzang is different, all the scriptures are in his hands, and he will taste them first, only those that conform to his truth are considered Buddhist scriptures, and those that do not meet his standards are heresies.

The Buddha himself was not so domineering, just like the scriptures of Tibet, when the Lingshan was spread here, the classics also underwent some localized transformation to facilitate the local customs.

But Xuanzang is different, although he does not force all monks to convert to his system, but uses the method of dialectical scriptures to eliminate those who do not conform to the rules he has set.

If it is said that in the homeland of Lingshan, Xuanzang did not hesitate to sweep the entire Buddha land coldly, and it was a space for the redevelopment of Lingshan, which was already lonely in his homeland, then the same experience in Tubo was digging the roots of Lingshan.

Because, the former accompanied Lingshan to Kyushu, and the beliefs and monks there have been abandoned by the Buddhas and regarded as dispensable.

But with the rise of a certain butcher, under the cover of heaven, the unscrupulous suppression of the Lingshan Sect Temple, along with Lingshan's decision to reluctantly close the mountain in Kyushu, is the last foundation for Lingshan to still ensure the endless flow of incense belief in Tubo in Kyushu.

Neither the Buddhas nor the Bodhisattvas allowed the decline of the Tibetan Taoist system.

But he ran into such a dead man as Xuanzang, and in this way, it also caused the heads of the Tibetan monks to roll at the same time, and the heads of the Bodhisattva Venerables of Lingshan were also killed.

No, except that Buddhism in Kyushu is milder.

Whether it is the homeland of Lingshan or Tubo, they are absolutely domineering and authoritative in the interpretation of the classics.

The winner is the king, the loser beheads the head, almost the inevitable result, even if the former is merciful, but the monk with a broken heart has been separated from the Buddha from an eternal curse, the great wisdom of breaking and standing up, not everyone is qualified to have.

As for Xuanzang's so-called request, it was absolutely unacceptable.

Even the Bodhisattva can be cut off alive if he doesn't have the right eyes, who knows if this damn thing will pull the Buddha to argue when he sees that the Buddhist scriptures are not as good as he wants.

Although the probability of the Buddha losing is not large, it must not be gambled.

After all, not long ago, in the same encirclement and suppression, the Lingshan family was killed by two cattle, and the blood flowed like a river, the four Bodhisattvas died, the wounded, and even the Buddha himself did not fall well.

Although Xuanzang is not as rude as the butcher, his mastery of Buddhism, at least most of the Bodhisattvas are inferior to themselves.

It's just that, scruples are scruples, when the monks of the Jokhang Temple focused their expectant eyes on the old monk, facing the surging hearts, and facing the spiritual roar that almost turned into substance in the sky above the Jokhang Temple, the old monk still felt pressure.

Taking a step forward means that he has to argue with Xuanzang, who is profound in Buddhism.

But taking a step back, he had to face the imbalance of the hearts of the entire Jokhang Temple, which even fueled Xuanzang's luck, making him even more terrifying and difficult to control during his trip to Tibet.

And when the old monk was struggling to choose, above the eastern sky, suddenly a blood cloud covering the sky and the sun rolled in.

Compared with the monks who were not keen in inspiration and were in a trance by Xuanzang.

The old monk, who was already restless, and Master Xuanzang, who was being aggressive, noticed this strangeness for the first time.

And just by turning their heads, they have lost sight.

Only a faint layer of blood clouds hung over the entire Tibetan sky.

The Buddhas weep blood?

This was the first thought that came to the minds of the monks who realized it later.

Ordinary beings, the true spirit is dark, and the eyes are cloudy.

We can only see the appearance of things through the transformation of the environment, but we do not know the inner meaning.

But for the incarnations of Xuanzang and Bodhisattva, who occupy a heavy corner in the vast mythological history of Kyushu, with the shrouding of this dark blood cloud, a terrifying bloody and murderous aura is spreading rapidly, like the karma of endless hell, accompanied by the painful wails of thousands of living beings.

Lord?

No, even a once-in-a-million year demon doesn't have such an atmosphere.

In the entire Kyushu, the only one who can have such a ferocious power is the enemy of the Spirit Mountain, Kyushu is reckless!

In an instant, the Bodhisattva, dressed in the skin of an old monk, recalled in his mind some painful scenes that had been buried deeply.

The quaint and bloody battle axe, the broken and sharp broken blade, the old friend who cried blood and died under the shattered heaven and earth.

And now, the nightmare of yesteryear is back in the track.

Even before this, in order to prevent Xuanzang from not following the rules and holding his old fist to himself, the Bodhisattva had descended to his true body, but he was as strong as he still felt a sense of oppression that was enough to suffocate.

War!

At this point, there is nowhere to escape.

Although with the rhyme of the law shrouded in the sky above Tibet, he could completely use this to tear open a passage directly to Lingshan and avoid it.

But the passage itself was two-way, and while he could use this to avoid it, the owner behind the blood cloud could also use this as a basis to directly break into the Lingshan Buddha Land.

My Buddha is compassionate!

In his heart, he silently recited a Dharma name, and in the next moment, the drooping and decrepit body instantly became tall and tall, the skin like dead wood was becoming moist and shiny, the red monk's robe became pure white as snow, and the male face turned into a kind and kind female face.

A nine-pin lotus rose from under his feet, and the golden sword and the pure white pure bottle were grasped between his hands.

I saw that the lotus platform suddenly soared, and then turned into a golden streamer.

Countless scriptures flew in the light, thousands of Sanskrit cultures made large and small swastikas, and thousands of golden lights condensed into a long sword.

In the next moment, a scarlet light swept through the void.

The mighty and mighty sword qi like Changhong was directly dispersed, and the cold aura turned into an invisible and qualitative impact.

Between the collisions, the lotus platform that radiated a golden green light instantly made an overwhelming shattering sound.

And the Bodhisattva himself who was in it turned into a streamer of light, shooting towards the place where he came from.

Then, there was a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth!

Before the golden and red light fell, the prosperous and prosperous Jokhang Temple was crushed into a wasteland.

When the entire mountain shattered because it could not bear the manic power, the monks among them had already been crushed into flesh by the majestic pressure, and the scarlet blood mist drifted in all directions in the dim dust.

And the mountain that collapsed immediately afterwards put a layer of ill-fitting coffins on the nearly 10,000 monks.

A moment later, in the broken pit, an embarrassed figure crawled out of it.

Looking at Xuanzang and his four apprentices who stood thoughtfully on the ruins as if they were all right in this catastrophe, the Bodhisattva, who was already seriously injured, couldn't bear it and spewed out a mouthful of golden blood.

At this moment, accompanied by a blazing fishy wind, a figure of the sky broke through the blood-colored sky, and with a tyrannical sea of fire fell in the tremor of the earth.

In a trance, like the ancient sacred, overlooking the world, and at this moment, a voice like thunder sounded:

"Master Xuanzang?"

"Okay, your mission is complete, now evacuate Tibet, and I will take over this place!"

"No, don't go!"

Without waiting for Xuanzang to speak, the earth-colored Bodhisattva hurriedly suppressed the hot blood surging in his chest and roared to himself: "Xuanzang, even if you don't recognize my Buddha, you are also a Lingshan monk, and you should have the great compassion and great wisdom of the people of the world in your heart."

If you leave today, do you know what this Tibetan, and even the thousands of living beings in the Western Regions, will face? ”

"Lives are ruined, species are extinct, I guess that's not what you want to see, right?"

"But they're just barbarians, aren't they?"

Zhang Ke, who has always spoken with actions, opened his mouth for the first time.

Although he regarded Lingshan as a barbarian and couldn't get used to those monks who were sanctimonious, he had to say that Master Xuanzang was definitely a rare white lotus in this quagmire.

From him, Zhang Ke saw the true compassion and kindness depicted in the Lingshan scriptures, but his own wisdom was not pedantic.

Of course, more importantly, Lingshan has been rooted in Kyushu for a long time, and whether it is the heavenly court or the mundane, the imprints they leave behind are too many and extremely complex, and they can never be removed by pure force.

In the current Kyushu, the Lingshan family is not a big problem, at least after Zhang Ke raised the butcher's knife and slaughtered it a few times, the foundation of its rise has been completely cut off.

In this way, Zhang Ke is happy to see a Xuanzang who at least he can see to reinterpret everything in Lingshan, and this is also what the Tang Dynasty and even the Heavenly Court are happy to see.

Glancing at the Liuding Liujia who was hiding in the dark and laughing, Zhang Ke pursed his lips disdainfully.

"But the lives of the barbarians are not their lives, do they deserve to die?"

"I'm too lazy to reason with you, you don't deserve to listen!"

Rumble!

At the same time as the words fell, I saw that the left leg that seemed to be like a pillar of heaven suddenly brought up Master Xuanzang, who was still thinking on the ground, accompanied by the howling of the wind in his ears.

In the blink of an eye, the mage's five people turned into a few twinkling meteors and flew towards the sky.

"Wait, the poor monk didn't intercede with the barbarians?"

In the blink of an eye, Master Xuanzang, who flew out tens of thousands of miles, had no chance to answer the confusion in his heart.

At the same time, the magnificent dry qi slashed down, and the wind swept and covered the sky.

Then, it fell suddenly.

For a while, I saw that the peaks and peaks of the earth were like gathering, and the waves were like anger.

The pure white and holy appearance of the plateau is torn apart in the turbulence!

The deep canyons crisscrossed like cobwebs relentlessly engulfed everything on the ground, and along with the sweeping waves of earth, there was a sea of blazing and scorching fire.

Under the swaying of the crimson shadow of fire, wailing and despair can be seen everywhere, and the king of the Tibetan domain, the nobles who were still gathering in the luxurious palace a moment ago, fell towards the endless abyss along with the collapsed houses and the collapsed earth.

Herds of cattle and sheep were burned to ashes in the fire, and the frozen snow-capped mountains were evaporated before they could collapse.

Under calamity, no one is treated equally!

In the apocalypse, there is no escape!

(End of chapter)