A black-robed man stepped forward, followed by five yellow-clothed monks.

Outside Yanyun Temple, the breeze blows, bringing up a trace of dust.

Du Guangxiao glanced at Tang Shan, saw the shocking wound on his chest, blood gushing out unstoppably, and turned to stare at the white-clothed young man not far away, who seemed to be unfazed, but in fact he was already angry.

If he hadn't made a timely move with the Buddha's voice just now, I'm afraid that at this moment, his son would have died in Huangquan.

"I have long heard that the master of the Zhu God Temple, the king of the north gallops on the battlefield, and makes a decision to kill, but when I see it today, it is better to say that he is a ruthless person."

"The murderous intent is so heavy, the old man advises you that you should put down the butcher's knife and take refuge in Buddhism immediately, which is the right way."

Du Guangxiao's face was solemn, righteous and stern.

When Yebei heard this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ruthless?

These four words Yebei does not deny that he has never been merciful to the enemy.

Can you put down the butcher's knife and take refuge in Buddhism?

This is undoubtedly to let himself put down the Beiwang Sword in his hand and give up the responsibility of guarding the frontier.

Who will protect the hundreds of millions of people in China?

If this sentence is said by other monks, Yebei will not be surprised, let alone angry, but the person in front of him is the founding general and the person who has been fighting all his life.

It is more important to understand how important it is to guard the frontier.

Could it be that when you step into the door of Buddhism and chant Buddha sutras all day long, you can't even tell right from wrong?

"Du Shuai." Yebei clenched his fists with both hands and bowed slightly.

In the whole world, there are not many people who can make the king of the north salute, but Du Guangxiao, as the general who founded the country of China, no matter whether the other party is good or evil now, he resisted foreign enemies and defended the land back then, and he deserves the respect of Yebei.

"Du Shuai asked me to put down the butcher's knife and devout myself to the Buddha, do you know that in China, but when you are dressed up, you will not allow any religious beliefs."

"Butcher's knife? Hehe......"

Yebei reached out and touched the Beiwang knife on his waist and gently stroked the blade.

"This knife only kills the most heinous people, only kills jackals, tigers and leopards who peep into the territory of China abroad, and has never been stained with a drop of innocent blood, how can it be said that the butcher's knife is called?"

As soon as the words fell, Yebei's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the black-clothed monk's robe.

A general who has been a horse all his life, and the blood on his hands is afraid that he is piled up in the mountains and seas, and he can say such a ridiculous thing.

According to this, the war knives in the hands of millions of soldiers in China are all butcher knives?

As a soldier, it is the people of Li who are guarding and the national prestige! Pursuing the concept of killing as the guardian!

If the Northern King Sword is put down, it means that millions of war knives are put down, who will guard it in this world?

"All living beings are fate, and only people can cross by themselves." Du Guangxiao held the Zen staff in his hand and said slowly.

Yebei chuckled.

"It seems that Du Shuai is devout to the Buddha and has a deep understanding of the truth."

"In that case, I will ask you a question today."

As soon as the words fell, Yebei's eyes gradually sharpened.

"Is the Buddha important, or is the country important?"

The words fell, the breeze was bleak, and the white clothes and black robes danced in the wind, and there was silence for a while.

Yebei stood with his hands in his hands and waited quietly.

Du Guangxiao must answer this question, which is not a question of concept, but a question of position.

Buddha is not seen in troubled times.

Different ideas do not conspire with each other, but if they have different positions on the word "country", they are enemies.

Other monks in Yebei will not ask, but he Du Guangxiao is different.

As the "black-clothed prime minister", his words and deeds can even influence the government.

There is nothing wrong with one's own beliefs, but one should not be above one country.

"Hehe......"

Du Guangxiao smiled indifferently, holding a Zen staff in his left hand and standing in front of him with his right hand.

"All sentient beings have Buddha nature, starting from the ten Dharma realms of the world of Suva, one country of ten billions, one country and one Shakya, all the Dharma is the same."

"Of course it's - Buddha!"

Du Guangxiao spoke slowly, without any hesitation.

His answer to this question is clear.

Yebei nodded lightly, smiled indifferently, put away the three points of respect, and said coldly: "Since this is the case, let's talk about business." ”

"Tang Shan is not from a family of gate valves, but as the director of the Shang Department, maybe he has this ability, but, more reason, I'm afraid it's because of you."

As the founding marshal, it was still easy to support his son to the position of the head of the first division.

A word fell, and no one responded.

But Tang Shan's face was obviously gloomy.

How did the King of the North know about such a secret matter?

Dressed in a black monk's robe, Du Guangxiao's face was like water, and he was not moved at all.

The qualifications and level are here, and no matter what the young man in white knows in front of him, he can't pose any threat to him.

Seeing that Du Guangxiao was unmoved, Yebei's lips moved slightly: "Shadow, take down Tang Shan and bring him back to the patrol office." ”

"Yes."

The Shadow held a seven-foot sword, and his delicate body turned into an afterimage and burst forward.

Tang Shan was suddenly shocked, under the blow just now, the strength of the grimace mask was far above his own, and he had no ability to resist at all, not to mention that the North King had not yet made a move.

"Father...... Master Chongtang! Tang Shan exclaimed, and almost shouted out the word father in a hurry.

The sword blade roared, and Tang Shan was already injured, and he couldn't dodge.

Just when the sword was about to arrive, Du Guangxiao finally made a move, and the Zen staff suddenly pointed, and a golden light suddenly burst out.

The Shadow hastily stopped, the seven-foot sword resting on his chest.

Buzz——!

With a sword roar, the seven-foot long sword visibly trembled with the naked eye, and an unusually brutal force slammed the shadow into the air and retreated.

Yebei stretched out his left arm and grabbed his delicate body with one hand, unloading this force.

With a coquettish cry, the shadow landed on both feet, and under the grimace mask, he didn't know if it was caused by this blow or other reasons, and his cheeks were faintly red.

The sound of the sword gradually weakened, and the shadow stared at the sword body, but it took a step back, directly shocked.

I saw that there was a crack on the sword body.

You must know that this sword is comparable to the sword used by the five great war gods, all of them are made by Mo Ye, and its hardness is self-evident, and it was destroyed by this blow, which shows the power of this blow.

The shadow stared at the sword for a long time, and it was hard to hide the heartache under the grimace mask.

This sword has been with her for five years.

Whether it is a god of war envoy or a soldier in the palace, the weapons in their hands are regarded as if they were their own lives.

Yebei noticed the crack on the sword body, and through the grimace mask, he couldn't see the dark shadow's expression at this time, but he could feel the pain in the other party's heart.

"The sword wound can be repaired, you can retreat first."

As the words fell, the Shadow sheathed his sword and took a few steps back.

The next moment, with a terrifying grinding sound, a crimson light slowly appeared.

The sword of the Northern King is unsheathed.

That sentence of Buddha is not only different in concept, but intolerant, plus the attack on the soldiers in the Zhu God Temple, they are already enemies.

Originally, he came to the north at night, and he still had a trace of "luck", hoping that the founding marshal did not know about it, and everything was nothing more than Tang Shan and his son.

However, Tang Shan's coming, coupled with Du Guangxiao's words and actions, and the blatant protection just now.

The words "founding marshal", he no longer deserves it.