At the foot of Hakuba Mountain!

The sunset is like blood, and the fiery clouds are flowing and rushing in the sky with a heavy red, and the scene is as if even the sky has been poked out of a hole, and the blood flows like a river, and at this moment, in front of the mountain gate of the White Horse Mountain, it is also a bloody and shocking sight. Eighty-eight reading,.

Countless human heads were thrown on the ground in a mess, the smell of blood was terrible, and between heaven and earth, it was full of indescribable sadness, countless little monks stood around, watching this scene, some didn't know what to do.

"Amitabha!"

Soon after, the abbot of Hanging Sorrow walked down from the mountain, and a group of small monks gathered here got out of the way one after another, and walked down with a sad face, and came to the front of the head.

Three hundred human heads, thrown in a mess, and at the front, there was a sad face of suspense, that face was extremely sad, and there was despair that could not be concealed.

Looking up again, the rest of the heads of the people had different expressions, some were calm and indifferent, some were frightened and desperate, and some were not blind, all kinds of appearances, like the scene described in the Da Luo Heavenly Scripture in the Hanging Temple.

Demons walk the world and slaughter all Buddhas!

In the last chapter, in the last section, the demon destroyed all the Buddhas in the world, and the faces of those Buddhas were like this, drawing all kinds of emotions and appearances in the world!

"Amitabha!"

Suspense looked at this scene, quiet and silent, the figure between this piece of heaven and earth looked particularly sad, miserable, and an indescribable decline, the surrounding monks, also lowered their heads, folded their hands, and their faces were extremely compassionate!

"Amitabha!"

After being silent for about half an hour, he took a deep breath, and then raised his head again, his gaze passed through the countless heads, and then looked at the burning clouds in the sky, sighed bitterly, and said in a low voice,

"Hanging suffering, the three hundred warrior monks in the precept hall died for the hanging temple, and died for the Buddha!"

"Be blissful in your life, far from misery!"

"Prepare firewood, overtake on the spot!"

"Yes, the first abbot!"

A disciple beside him bent down deeply, and then led a group of little monks to walk in the direction of the mountain, and about half an hour or so, everyone reappeared, and spread a group of chopped dry firewood, and some fire oil and so on near the head, and then slowly piled up.

"Amitabha!"

The face of Hanging Sorrow was still very compassionate, and he sat cross-legged in front of the countless heads, and then folded his hands and recited the mantra of death, and the monks also followed his example and sat around.

The mantra of the past was sung, and there seemed to be a little more majesty between heaven and earth, and the last monk also threw the torch on the dry wood, and with a bang, the fire was raging, and the three hundred human heads were wrapped.

"Nam no Amitabha Night, Dortagada Night, Dori Night, Amili Dubhari ......"

The low chanting echoed between heaven and earth, and the raging fire became more and more intense, and the three hundred human heads were gradually annihilated in this piece of flames, and the fire clouds in the sky also seemed to reflect these flames, becoming more dense and red!

......

Bodhi Temple!

A transcendence before the mountain gate lasted for more than an hour, and more than 300 monks' heads were burned, and this matter was also spread throughout the entire Hanging Temple, and soon after, the Luohan Hall, the Prajna Hall, the Taoist Temple, and many other first ones were also gathered in this Bodhi Temple. Eighty-eight reading,.

The atmosphere in the main hall was terrifyingly depressing, as if there was a mountain pressing on top of people's heads, making people almost breathless, and many eminent monks were sitting entrenched, and the expressions on their faces were also low and terrible.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you already know about the Discipline Hall. ”

After being silent for a long time, the suspense above the first place took a deep breath, and with a sad and dignified look, his eyes swept over the many heads present, and then said in a deep voice,

"Now the East Factory is coming violently, there is a great way to destroy the world's martial arts, destroy my Hanging Temple, and the East Factory has also sent someone to send a letter, ten days later, if the six doors of the Hanging Temple no reply, the East Factory will personally visit!"

"You can all take a look at this letter!"

After that, Hanging Sorrow handed the blood-stained letter to the disciple on the side, and the disciple passed the letter to the head of the first Arhat Hall.

"If the Hanging Temple refuses to be included in the six gates, Dongchang will open a killing ring, break your mountain gate, destroy your holy land, kill your monks, and let the Central Plains martial arts of the Great Wei Dynasty have no Buddha gates!"

This line of murderous handwriting came into view, and the face of the first seat of the Luohan Hall was suddenly extremely solemn, and there was a faint bit of awe-inspiring momentum, he clenched his fists tightly, and then passed the letter to the next leader.

"Hoo ......"

A letter passed through the hands of many heads, and the atmosphere in this hall was even more depressing and heavy, almost low to the freezing point, the abbot of Hanging Sorrow accepted the letter, and then laid it flat on the several cases in front of him, his eyes looked at everyone with some compassion, and continued to whisper,

"The meaning of Dongchang is already very obvious, the century-old foundation of the Hanging Temple, as well as the monks, are all in the hands of you and me, I want to ask your opinions!"

"My Hanging Temple, where should I go?"

When these words fell, the atmosphere in the hall was even more gloomy, and the many heads were even more solemn on their faces, and everyone knew that today's deliberations would determine the future of the Hanging Temple!

Or the survival of the Hanging Temple!

Going deeper, it may be related to the life and death of Buddhism!

This decision is not insignificant!

It's not important!

"Senior Brother Abbot!"

Everyone was silent for a long time, and the burly old monk with a little coldness on his face stood up, he folded his hands, first performed a Buddha ritual for the suspense, and then said in a deep voice,

"The Hanging Temple has been famous for hundreds of years, representing the Buddha, and there has never been any act of begging for surrender for so many years, and the junior brother believes that this time, no matter how big the disaster is, we can't show weakness!"

"If this Dongchang really wants to start a war with the Hanging Temple, my Luohan Hall will never be afraid, and the five hundred warrior monks of the Luohan Hall will definitely not be reluctant, and we are willing to live and die with the Hanging Temple!"

"We are also willing to fight to the end for the Buddha and the Hanging Temple!"

"Not bad!"

The words of the first seat of the Luohan Hall fell, and a thin old man with a sad face stood up, he took a deep breath, folded his hands, and said in a low voice,

"As the senior brother said, the junior brother also agreed. ”

"Although there are no warrior monks in my Taoist Academy, but I have also been dedicating this body to the Buddha for many years, and we are willing to use this weak body to fight for the Hanging Temple and the Buddha!"

"Even if you die, you will have no regrets!"

"I agree!"

"Dongchang eunuchs, doing unrighteous things, it is really an evil demon, my Hanging Temple is the Central Plains martial arts holy land, the world's rivers and lakes are fighting, and we must not compromise with such an evil way!"

"We're going to fight the evil to the end!"

"Yes, we want to eliminate harm for the Jianghu martial arts, to protect the reputation of my Hanging Temple for hundreds of years, and to protect the peace of my Buddha!"

As the words of the two leaders fell, many other leaders also expressed their attitudes, and the atmosphere in the hall became a little impassioned.

The sad gaze swept over everyone, the brows were furrowed even more, and there was a deep sadness on his face, and immediately, he turned his gaze to a young monk sitting at the end of the crowd, and asked in a low voice,

"Senior Nephew Zhixiang, you haven't spoken, do you have any other opinions?"

"Abbot's first seat!"

Looking at the sad gaze, a young monk with a bloated figure and a greasy face, and a big belly stood up, he was the youngest among the old monks, and his face was not as sad as everyone else, but it was a little relaxed, but in those eyes, there was a calm that did not match his age.

"My nephew does have something to say!"

With a little solemnity in his eyes, Zhixiang glanced at everyone, and finally landed on Hanging Sorrow, he folded his hands and said in a low voice,

"My nephew walked the rivers and lakes a few days ago, and I went to Shandong, although I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I also heard about the battle between the overseer of Dongchang and the Xue Sword God of Shenjian Villa!"

"According to the rumors of the rivers and lakes, Xue Tian Sword God had already stepped into the realm of transcendence after the Great Perfection at that time, and comprehended the eighteenth sword after the Seventeen Divine Swords, and was able to achieve the unity of ten thousand swords!"

"However, even so, the East Factory Overseer still killed Xue Shenjian!"

"Later, my nephew heard that the person from Penglai Xiandao had assassinated the overseer of Dongchang at the Shandong Post Station, but it was rumored that the person was a failure, and he was seriously injured by the overseer of Dongchang and retreated, and he is still missing!"

"According to the nephew's inquiry, the people of Penglai Immortal Island are higher than the realm of Xue Shenjian, and they should have been immersed in the realm of transcendence for a long time, perhaps, they have already broken through their own realm of informlessness!"

"Besides, recently, at the foot of Baihua Mountain, Uncle Hanging Bitterness joined forces with three hundred warrior monks from the Discipline Hall to arrange the Dragon Suppression and Tiger Formation, and the East Factory Supervisor fought alone!"

"In the end, Uncle Hanging Bitter and the entire Discipline Hall used the final killing move of the Dragon Suppression and Tiger Formation, and subdued the dragon with their lives, but they did not hurt the Overseer in the slightest, and the result was ......."

"You all already know!"

"Hoo ......"

After saying this, Zhixiang exhaled a deep breath again, glanced at everyone with solemnity on his face, and then said in a low voice,

"I am saying this to clarify a fact to all of you!"

"The strength of the Governor of Dongchang should have truly entered the realm of transcendence, and at least he has transcended the phases of heaven and earth, perhaps, he has entered a higher realm!"

"The little nephew doesn't know what the follow-up realm is, so there is no way to guess deeply!"

"And judging by these speculations, now in this Hanging Temple, I, as well as all the senior uncles and uncles, and the first senior uncle, are not the opponents of this overseer!"

"Even if we join forces, we should not be the opponent of this Overseer!"

"What's more, in the East Factory, there are three thousand households, many masters of the six doors, and a mysterious Rakshasa are also masters among the masters, and this strength has been firmly above the Hanging Temple!"

"If the East Factory is attacked, unless the Bodhidharma Patriarch makes a move, otherwise, the Hanging Temple will definitely die!"

"And if you consider the strength of the imperial court soldiers and horses owned by Dongchang, if they mobilize the nearest Guanlong garrison, or, even if the Bodhidharma Patriarch makes a move, I'm afraid they won't be able to leave the Hanging Temple!"

"That's ......"

"Zhixiang, what do you mean by these words? Are you growing the morale of others and destroying your own prestige?"

Zhixiang's words ended here, and was interrupted by the first seat of the Arhat Hall, the old monk stood up, glared angrily, with a little fierceness on his face, and asked in a cold voice,

"Are you greedy for life and afraid of death, and you can't surrender to Dongchang?"

And with the questioning of the first seat of this arhat, the rest of the leaders also looked at Zhixiang, and the look on their faces was also a little resentful and angry.

But the suspense sighed slightly, pressed down everyone's questions, and said in a low voice,

"Everyone, don't be impatient, listen to Zhixiang's words!"

"Thank you, Abbot!"

Zhixiang sighed helplessly and continued,

"What I just said is not to establish the majesty of the East Factory and extinguish the ambition of the Hanging Temple, my Hanging Temple has stood in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, known as the holy land of martial arts in the world, and it is definitely not a false name!"

"However, what I want to say is, what is the most important thing for the Hanging Temple, which has lasted for so many years without falling, and what is the most fundamental reliance?"

Speaking of this, Zhixiang glanced at everyone, and the face of the mountain was also a little more proud,

"What we rely on is the seventy-two stunts in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, as well as countless collections of martial arts in the world, and the three thousand six hundred Buddhist scriptures that are difficult to find in the world!"

"These are the foundation of the Hanging Temple!"

"You can think about it, with the current situation, we and Dongchang are resisting, and there is only one result, and that is the destruction of the temple!"

"Uncles, uncles, please tell me, at that time, we will all die under the embroidered spring knife of the East Factory, how will the people of the East Factory treat these collection foundations of the Hanging Temple?"

"Martial arts, they will take them away, but from now on, these martial arts will no longer be used to punish evil and promote good, just the knife in the hands of Dongchang, the knife of killing, and there is no longer the meaning of the original Hanging Temple to create these martial arts!"

"As for the three thousand six hundred scriptures, I think the East Factory will inevitably be burned!"

"In that way, the Hanging Temple will be truly removed from the world forever!"

"Is this what you want to see?"

After saying this, the atmosphere in this hall suddenly became even more dead, suspenseful, and the original angry leaders, their faces were also tangled and hesitant.

What Zhi Xiang said went to the most fundamental point!

If martial arts are abused and Buddhism is burned, then the Hanging Temple will indeed be destroyed forever and forever, and there is no possibility of reappearing, and this Buddha will sink forever!

As Su Shanxin said, at that time, there will be no Buddha in the world!

That's really not what they want to see!

"Amitabha!"

The atmosphere in the hall was silent for a long time, and he took a deep breath, and then looked up at Zhixiang with his hands folded, and asked in a low voice,

"What the wise nephew said is to the point!"

"Since the wise master and nephew have taken these into account, does it already have a way to deal with it?"

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