Suddenly I heard a loud bang, sand and gravel flew, smoke and dust, dozens of big stones collapsed on the front and back walls of the hall, and five old monks wearing red ochre robes walked out of the hall slowly.

The five old monks all had deep-set cheeks and were so thin that they had no muscles, which was about the same age as Zhenghui. Behind the five monks, a monk slowly walked out, which was the abbot of the Great Cien Temple.

All the monks were immediately overjoyed, and they all greeted him, shouting in a gossipy: "Abbot!" "Uncles!" "I've seen Uncle Taishi!" Some monks burst into tears and cried: "The good teacher ancestor learned that my teacher Puyu had been killed by this thief......

Zhengci stepped forward slowly, glanced at Xiao Qianli, stretched out his hand to help Puxin, and sighed: "I'm late......"

He turned his gaze and saw the languishing Zen Master Zhenghui at a glance, hurriedly caught up with him, held Zhenghui, looked up and down a few times, and wept: "Senior brother's Bodhi golden body has also been broken......?

Zhenghui's face was pale, and he shook his head with a smile and said: "There is such a catastrophe in life, it is determined by heaven, and as the abbot of the Great Ci'en Temple, the junior brother must not be a child." ”

Zhengci was silent, just nodded, raised his eyes and stared at Xiao Qianli, with hatred on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Even when the Buddhism and Taoism Jiuqu Yellow River debate, my Great Ci'en Temple had never had such a big loss, and I broke two innate golden bodies, lost nine relics, and even the King Kong was not bad and the law was gone." Pure Yang Zhangjiao, you are so aggressive, how can you endure this hatred?"

Xiao Qianli's expression did not move, and he said lightly: "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps, how can there be such a reason in the world?

Zhengci slowly straightened up, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said, "Where are the four Dao monarchs of Xuanguan, Qingxu, Lu Chen, and Xihe now?"

"Where nature should be!"

"Where should it be?"

"The place that the Great Mercy and Grace Temple does not want to appear is where the four should be!"

"Where you don't want it to appear?" Abbot Zhengci couldn't help but be stunned, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and he shouted, "Go and ...... quickly"

As soon as he turned around, he saw black smoke rising from all over the Great Ci'en Temple, and he couldn't help but pause and say, "It's late...... Late ......"

Xiao Qianli said: "The Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the Three Tibetan Temple, the Tibetan Scripture Building, and the West Garden, each have a Taoist friend to guard, once this seat drags the main force of the Great Ci'en Temple, immediately set fire to the temple! Now that the elites of your Great Ci'en Temple are all gathered in this square, I want to see what other people you have who can resist the four Taoist friends such as Xuanguan!"

The smoke gradually faded and thickened, and in the misty smoke, I saw the five old monks who had just come out kneeling on the ground together, with solemn expressions and muttering in their mouths, and the eyes of Puyin, Puxin and others were even more sad and indignant. Zen Master Zhenghui turned his head to look around, and saw the black smoke rushing into the sky everywhere, his face was gloomy, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

These four buildings are the four most core places of the Great Mercy and Grace Temple, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda stores the Buddha's relics, the Buddha's feet stone carvings and other things, specially invited back from the Indian Mahayana sect, the most precious is incomparable, there is a record that says: "There are relics in the center of the middle layer of the tower, or one thousand, two thousand, where more than 10,000 grains." ”

And there is the only "Bayeux Sutra" in the world in the Sanzang Temple, the ancient Indians have not yet mastered the papermaking technique, and can only engrave the memorable text on the Bedolo leaves that have undergone special processing, and the Buddhist scriptures are all engraved on the Bedolo leaves without exception, to be preserved and recited, and the history is called the Bayeux Sutra. The 657 scriptures are written in Sanskrit, all of them are Bayeux scriptures, and each piece is priceless.

There are countless scriptures in the Tibetan scripture building, the Great Mercy and Grace Temple is the ancestral garden of the Mahayana of Buddhism, and the Shaolin Temple complement each other, the temple stores a large number of precious Mahayana teachings, many of which are the only precious solitary books in the world, even India has been lost, the value is incomparable.

Compared with the above three buildings, the weight of the West Garden seems to be a little lighter, but there are the remains of the great monks of the Great Ci'en Temple in the past dynasties, the bones, the elders of the living monks are buried here, and now the huge West Garden is burned, these people look at Xiao Qianli's eyes, as if they saw the enemy who killed their father.

"You...... You ......" Rao is abbot Zhengci has always been good at calculation, and at this time, he couldn't help but turn pale as paper, his body swayed, pointing at Xiao Qianli, and his eyes almost spewed out with hatred.

I only heard one of the five old monks who had just broken out of the hall shouting in a mournful voice: "The Buddha is not the Buddha, the Tao is the Tao, the devil is also the devil! My Great Mercy and Grace Temple has suffered such a catastrophe, and this revenge must be avenged!"

The old monk slowly stood up from the ground, his face was sad and angry, his eyes were full of tears, he looked around at the four old monks, and said: "My Great Mercy and Grace Temple has been inherited for thousands of years, and today the old man wants to kill and kill, and he is angry and angry. ”

The four old monks looked resolute, stood up, and said in unison: "I wish to follow Senior Brother!"

The old monk with a sad face nodded, strode towards Xiao Qianli, and the four monks also followed behind, passing by the abbot of Zhengci, the old monk turned his head and said: "Senior brother Zhengci, as the abbot, this temple still needs your abbot to take over, and you are not allowed to make a move in this battle!"

Abbot Zhengci shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The five senior brothers activated the relics with their lifelong innate essence, and now the law is damaged, the skill cultivation is insufficient, but the poor monk's combat power is intact, if you don't make a move, who can fight this fang head-on?"

The five old monks turned their heads and glanced at Xiao Qianli, who was light and breezy, and one of the black and thin old monks smiled slightly, disdainfully, and sneered: "Even if there are only a few layers of cultivation left, it is far from being comparable to such juniors!"

Another yellow-faced old monk also shook his head and said: "Senior brother Hugh is strange, you are only suitable to use the mirror glass body to help me wait for the return to the Yuan, the mind is extremely draining, this battle must not be forced!"

At this time, the murderous aura in the field became more and more serious, everyone's faces were pale, and the whole body was churning, many young monks ignored the danger, quietly left the square, and rushed to fight the fire, but more people stared at Xiao Qianli, eager to cut him with a thousand knives, and it was difficult to understand the hatred in their hearts.

In the face of countless fire-breathing eyes, Xiao Qianli just stood there quietly, ignoring the group of monks who shared the enemy, but his eyes glanced thoughtfully towards the west, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Why did the black smoke fade over there? Xiyuan ...... Now that the combat power on the surface of the Great Ci'en Temple has been attracted here, could it be that the Xihe Dao friends have encountered some kind of retreat Buddhism power?"

It's just that he couldn't help thinking about it at this moment, and a burst of shouts suddenly sounded, like a thunderclap in the flat ground: "The Buddha is above, and the poor monk is because he is going to break the killing ring today, I hope the Buddha will forgive me!"