Shengjing Temple, the master of the Dharma Hall, belongs to the alien of Tianlang Buddha, Shengjing Temple, halfway to Shengjing Temple, self-cultivation is the road of merit, and the abbot Master Kongkong is the head of the orthodoxy, take the road of incense.

It is not easy to practice on the path of merit, and it is all accumulated bit by bit by himself, so he has only one disciple in this lineage, and that is a good thing that was only a foundation earlier.

Yishan has excellent talents, but since the foundation was built, he has not been able to make an inch of cultivation, and many monks in the same period whose qualifications are not as good as his have been refined, so the people in the temple do not say it on the surface, but in their hearts they laugh at the method of cultivating merit and disdain it.

But not long ago, Yishan returned from training, and everyone saw a unique catastrophe, and a new method of cultivation.

The second product is directly promoted to the fifth grade, the catastrophe is an unheard of Buddha hand grenade, the Sanskrit sound is faint, and the Buddha's light soars to the sky, making the thunder full of golden light in a good thing that has the resources of God and Buddha.

This made the teachers and uncles who previously despised the method of merit a little shaken and worried.

At this time, the master of the void, who had not gone further for a thousand years, felt that the longevity was approaching, and felt that the path of incense was unsustainable, and hesitated whether to give up the position of abbot to the emptiness of the incense line, or to release it.

After watching Yishan's catastrophe, he felt in his heart that a vein of merit might bring a new future to Shengjing Temple, so he was more inclined to release the presiding position, but the people who supported him in the temple completely crushed the release, and he was worried about how to make everyone change their concepts, and he and Yishan, the merit that triggered him to see hope, both had an accident.

Things have been quietly brewing since Yishan successfully survived the catastrophe.

He grew up too suddenly, and some people started to panic.

Master Shi is just a Jindan consummation of cultivation, stuck in the Jindan period of a hundred years has not been an inch, but the abbot handed over the Jingfa Hall to him to take care of, the masters of the same level are more than seven grades, the temple has long complained about this.

Yishan heard that many masters were not convinced, and asked his master to explain the fighting method and give a lecture, and wanted to let him retreat from the difficulty, so he took the initiative to resign from his position, and finally went back in disgrace.

Others may not know, Yishan knows, if he really fights, Master Kongkong may not have done it to his master, otherwise he would not be so precious about the master's doppelganger.

This time, when Yishan returned to Shengjing, he went straight to the Xianlu Yamen, and took the seal letter of Xixia Sect and the seal letter of Xiaoxiao Villa engraved by Tang Xiao himself to register.

In the past, after finding out the authenticity of the seal letter of the sect, at most one or two days later, you can successfully register and get the seal of the engraved immortal law. This time, it took more than ten days to check the seal letter, and Yishan was very angry, and went to the people of the yamen to theorize, but was told that the seal letter tower was being renovated, and the seal letter he sent was sent to the other tower outside the city for verification, and there was no reply there, and they couldn't do anything.

Yishan could only go to the tower by himself to urge them to reply quickly.

When he passed by the farm on the outskirts of the city, he found that none of the farmers in the village were in the fields, and he went in to take a look at it, but found that everyone was chanting and burning incense outside the Buddhist hall, but the door of the Buddhist hall was indeed closed.

He heard that the abbot's longevity is approaching, and the major Buddhist halls and temples are encouraging believers to chant sutras and worship the Buddha and contribute the power of incense, so that the abbot can fight again at the last moment, maybe he can break through to the nine products in one fell swoop, which is not only the luck of Shengjing Temple, but also the luck of Tianlang and even the world.

But why is the door of this temple closed? Shouldn't we open the door and lead everyone together?

He was a little puzzled, so he went to find a farmer he knew and asked:

"Amitabha! Uncle Wei, why are you all here today? The Buddha hall is not open? ”

The thin middle-aged man saw that it was him, and replied to the Buddha's horn and said:

"Amitabha, is Yishan back?"

When the others saw Yishan, they also smiled and called out the Buddha's name, which was regarded as a greeting.

Uncle Wei got up and walked to the side with Yishan, so as not to disturb others chanting and praying.

"What a kindness! You haven't told us before that there is such a great benefit to praying every day. ”

"Uh...... Chanting sutras and worshipping the Buddha is a way to cultivate oneself and cleanse one's mind...... But that's the way it is for mortals! ”

"Huh? I didn't expect you to shout all day long about doing good, and you would hide your secrets. ”

Yishan: ......

"So...... What benefits have you got? ”

"Hey! Don't you know, since the new Master Pushan took us to worship the Buddha, my leg disease has improved these days, and my spirit has improved a lot better than before......"

Yishan looked at his slightly darkened eye bags suspiciously, he thought that he was too tired to chant the scriptures, why did he still feel that he was in good spirits?

As he spoke, someone in the temple opened the door, lit a new wave of incense in the incense burner outside the door, and then went back and closed the door.

The previous incense had already burned to ashes, so Yishan didn't pay much attention to it, but on this incense, he immediately noticed the problem.

Deng Shi raised his eyebrows, there is something charming in this incense!

Immediately, his consciousness spread out, and he leaned into the interior of the Buddhist hall, only to see several monks in the Buddhist hall rubbing incense with their hands, and there was clearly something in his memory in the ingredients, the immortals were scattered.

And in the inner hall on weekdays, the incense is burning, a fat-headed and big-eared monk and several peasant daughters are entangled with each other, their expressions are blurred, and the sound of um-ah is constant, the fat monk is obviously cultivated, but he was swept away by a good divine sense, and he never stopped his absurd actions.

A good man outside the Buddha hall turned into a angry-eyed King Kong!

Not only did he rub this kind of thing into the incense to harm the neighbors, but he also burned the immortal powder in the inner hall to do such a desecration of the Buddhist hall!

Yishan slapped the monk in the inner hall to death, and beat several monks who were rubbing incense to death, and they were also unconscious, and their cultivation was mourned.

This incident attracted the attention of the Discipline Hall, and what Yishan was waiting for was not a reward.

The fat-headed and big-eared one is not the monk of Shengjing Temple, but the six princes who came out to inspect the Zhuangzi, and they are the only remaining brothers of His Majesty today.

And the six peasant girls have all been unwell and infected in recent days, and they went to the Buddhist hall to chant and pray that the illness would fade, and they didn't know why they fooled around with the six princes inside.

If these six princes are still alive, it is okay to take these six girls who have not left the cabinet as concubines, and they will not have any dissatisfaction in their families when they are the concubines of the prince, but the six princes died on the spot, these six girls are innocent, and they have no face to live, and they committed suicide that night.

And those incense burns that are being made are all exchanged for money donated by villagers and farmers, and they were supposed to be taken home to continue burning incense and worshipping the Buddha, but they were burned to ashes by a good fire.

The innocence and lives of the six female babies, as well as the burning incense that was gone, made everyone in the farm, who was originally quite close to Yishan, complain about him.

Ilzen was confiscated of all the utensils on his body and imprisoned in the Discipline Hall.

He asked his senior brother about the matter of the immortal san, and the senior brother of the precept hall only said that it was none of his business, and they would handle it.

Although Yishan is angry, his reason is still there.

I heard that the abbot was in retreat, and the master went to the Shennong Sect to ask the abbot for a pill to prolong his life, as long as the master came back, he would naturally be able to leave this law enforcement hall.

In the quiet room on the top of Huairong Mountain, he waited for his senior brother to come and talk to him about the follow-up of the matter, but the senior brother never came again, and he never even sent food, and Yishan could only wait patiently.

The next night, Ikishen was sitting quietly, and suddenly there was a sound of things falling outside, he opened his eyes in confusion, and saw that the locked door was suddenly opened, and then there was a crackling sound from the roof, and then there was a red liquid slowly dripping from the cracks.

Yishan's face suddenly froze, and he strode out of the door, and when he looked up, he was almost hit by a falling corpse.

Stumps fell everywhere, bright red liquid slowly flowed down the steps, and Ilzen watched in shock at the hellish scene.

Why?! He walked down the mountain steps, and as far as the eye could see, was a bright red purgatory, and even the thousand-year-old banyan that he often liked to climb on the stone platform on the mountainside was full of bright red figures.

Huairong Mountain, where the Law Enforcement Hall is located, is located in the southeast of Shengjing Temple, how could it become like this under the mountain protection magic circle of the entire temple.

Yishan knelt weakly under the big banyan tree on his knees, and looked at all this in a daze, Shengjing Temple...... Is it over?

Until the rain of blood stops.

Only then did someone shout angrily:

"Good for you! Even if the immortals are your inner demons, how can you fall into the devil's path so easily! The wreckage is here! ”

Yishan's kneeling body stiffened, tears were still stained on his face that was drenched in blood, and he turned his head blankly and looked at the group of big bald heads who were rushing over.

……

At this time, Master Kongkong was in retreat in the small courtyard of Bodhi.

From time to time, wisps of wind swept up the low wall tiles of the small courtyard, crushed the vegetation in the courtyard, strangled the houses in the courtyard, and smashed the closed-eyed Buddha in the temple into golden grains of sand...... The whole courtyard was deserted, only the foundations of the scattered houses were still buried in the soil, and the turbid wind of the blade was whistling and hovering, refusing to fade......

Sometimes quiet and peaceful, green tiles and red walls, Bodhi branches and leaves are luxuriant and swaying with the wind, the Buddha statue in the hall is low-eyed and kind, and incense is burning in front of the hall......

The empty master sitting cross-legged in the middle was wearing a plain monk's robe and swaying in the wind, and the Sanskrit sound around him was faint.

The Sky Master's eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't open his mouth, but his voice sounded in the courtyard.

"Amitabha, you shouldn't wait, and you shouldn't."

Four or five former brothers and nephews surrounded him.

The five of them also have Sanskrit sounds, and the Buddha is full of light.

Among them, the white-bearded and white-eyebrowed, but there is no wrinkle on his face, Master Empty Compassion is full of compassion, and he proclaims the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, my Shengjing Temple can't fall into the hands of outsiders, senior brother, you are so unwise, I can only ask senior brother you to pass away."

The other four echoed in unison:

"Please pass away!"