Nanyin County, Leshan, Buddha Gate Holy Land.

The temple houses are heavy, the heavy buildings are stacked, the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, the temples are closely connected, the Buddha statue in the hall is golden and bright, and the face is kind.

However, many high-ranking monks of His Royal Highness are frowning, and they are no longer in a peaceful state.

"Amitabha, we have violated the will of King Zhen, today is the last day of the will, you brothers and sisters must not be troubled, there is my Buddha's Vajra secret method of subduing demons, and the evil demons of the outer path will definitely not be able to invade the pure land of our Buddhas. ”

The first old monk clasped his hands together and spoke indifferently.

The old monk is kind and kind-eyed, his voice is soft and straightforward, and he has the power to stabilize people's hearts, and he is the contemporary abbot of Leshan Temple, Master Huiding.

"Uncle presiding, we have nothing to sacrifice ourselves for the Buddha, but King Zhen is powerful, and the Nangong demon under his command is even more cruel, if I am not defeated, the master and nephew are afraid that the demon will implicate the innocent and slaughter my monks. ”

A bald man on the left hand saluted eleven times, his voice was loud, and there was a faint worry in his firmness.

"The Feipeng Sect is a lesson from the past, thousands of sect members, none of them were spared!"

The name of the Han is Wu Shan, it was a lay disciple of Leshan Temple, this time Leshan Temple was in trouble, he could have stayed out of the matter, but he was forced to go up the mountain, cut his hair and shaved his degree, gave the name of wisdom, and vowed to survive with Leshan Temple.

"Amitabha, that is, when you enter my Buddha, you should have the idea of sacrificing your life, and besides, my Buddha's Pure Land is not a hundred times stronger than this filthy land in the world?"

A black-faced monk beside him shouted with a sullen face, and his voice even shook the Buddha statue in the hall.

This monk is the master of the Luohan Hall, and he is constantly cultivating himself.

"The Buddha is in the heart, the Pure Land is also in the heart, there is a Buddha in the heart, everywhere is the Pure Land, don't talk nonsense. ”

An old monk beside Huiding slowly spoke, his voice was ethereal and dusty, sweeping away the dust of people's hearts, it was the master of Huifa who was famous for his Buddhism.

"When...... When ......"

There is a bell echoing in the rear, ringing nine times in a row, the bell is distant and solemn, as if it comes from the Changqiong, and it seems to be transmitted from the ancestral garden of Lingshan, this bell is endless, sweeping people's hearts of sorrow and trouble, nervous and anxious. It also made the monks in the temple put down the affairs in their hands and the worries in their hearts, folded their hands, and bowed to the Buddha.

"The bell has not stopped for a thousand years, after today, maybe the bell will stop, but the bell in your heart will never stop!"

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Hui Ding closed his eyes and slowly spoke, and his voice matched the body of the bell, echoing in everyone's hearts like a bronze bell.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Hundreds of monks in the hall, all with their hands folded, chanting the Buddha's name, the momentum is solemn.

"Since the other party has come, you will go with me to subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

The bell stopped, Hui Ding's eyes suddenly opened, and the Buddha with kind eyebrows turned into an angry Vajra Demon Protector, his body was upright, and his thin body swelled as if it was inflated.

After a few steps, he had already left the main hall, and the thin old man had also turned into a reckless monk with bulging muscles.

"Obey the presiding decree!"

The monks then followed a group of people along the wide and clean path in the temple towards the temple gate.

"Squeaky ......"

The big mahogany door emitted an old sound, creaking and reverberating, and a woman wearing a red shirt, skin like jade, and long hair like ink slowly stepped into this thousand-year-old temple.

"Nie chief, Leshan Temple has tens of thousands of acres of land, tens of thousands of tenants, and the land within a radius of 100 miles of this mountain is owned by this temple. With the efforts of all the people to support Leshan Temple, but there is no benefit to the people, it can be described as a major cancer in the local area. ”

According to the villagers, every year to collect rent, Leshan Temple will send hundreds of monks, hundreds of young and strong, forcibly scraped, without a trace of Buddhist compassion. In addition, the monks of this temple, the annual monk's clothes, incense and candles, building the Buddhist temple, shaping the golden body, are the obligations of the nearby people, they work, not only have no wages, but the food can not have the slightest meat, but their own monks and soldiers, is full of wine and meat, big fish and meat every day, forging muscles and bones. ”

"The people here have been in the Kule Mountain Temple for a long time!"

Nangong Hopeless followed behind Nie Hongyi, hunched and followed closely behind, while introducing the situation about Leshan Temple.

"Hmm. ”

Nie Hongyi nodded noncommittally, maybe what Nangong Wuwang said was not true, but a temple that does not pay taxes and is not beneficial to the people's livelihood, but occupies a large area of fertile land, and to the imperial court, it is more hateful than the landlord bully.

"What's going on with the Arhat Demon Suppression Array?"

"A month ago, Yang Wuzhen led his troops to start a tentative attack on Nanyin County, and Leshan Temple, as a major faction second only to the Xuanyin Sect in the county, naturally wanted to come to the door to take a look. ”

As he spoke, Nangong Hopeless's eyes froze.

"Eight hundred elite soldiers, seven innate masters, Qin Wuzhen himself is even more supreme, but he hit a hard nail in Leshan Temple with the method of battle formation. In the end, Qin Wuzhen was seriously injured, and only half of the others survived. ”

According to Qin Wuzhen, at that time, the Huiding host of Leshan Temple carried one hundred and eight monks to form an Arhat Demon Suppression Array, which was a hard way to resist the formation, and he made three palms in a row and defeated Qin Wuzhen's team. ”

"Later, after our inquiry, we learned that the Arhat Demon Suppression Array in Leshan Temple has been around for a long time, but it has not been revealed in recent decades, so we were careful. However, this formation is extremely demanding, and it is not as simple as our battle formation. ”

"Interesting!"

Nie Hongyi smiled faintly, stepped forward slowly, and had already arrived at a huge square.

There are eight incense-burning tripods in the square, each of which must be surrounded by three big men, and the whole body is made of brass, and the weight is not thousands of catties.

The surface of the body is mottled and has become bronze, full of the vicissitudes of time. The inside is filled with incense ashes, which has overflowed, and it also shows the prosperity of incense in this place.

"Strange, how can there only be two of them?"

Sexually muffled spoke.

"Don't you think you can't break our formation, and you can't come to peace talks?"

"Senior brother, the person in the back is hopeless in Nangong, this person is so murderous, it won't be him to come to the peace talks. ”

Zhizhi frowned, and couldn't figure out who could make Nangong Hopeless, the big devil, grovel and look respectful.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, but the female benefactor is the blood-clothed Shura Nie benefactor?"

Hui Ding stopped, his eyes showed a look of thought, and then his surprise flashed, and then he slowly spoke.

As soon as the voice fell, many monks behind him tightened their bodies, and the look of horror in their eyes was involuntarily revealed.

It's this witch!

If you encounter Nangong's hopeless army, Leshan Temple may not be able to entangle one or two with the temple protection array, but the person opposite is an extraordinary and holy master.

No matter how many people in the temple are, no matter how strong the master is, there is no chance of winning against this person.

Even if it is recklessness and firmness, my heart is full of despair at this time.

"The old monk guessed well, it was Nie Hongyi below. ”

Nie Hongyi put his hands behind his back and looked at the hundreds of monks on the opposite side with an indifferent face, and the sound of hurried footsteps sounded around him, and bald heads appeared one after another in all directions.

"Today's deadline has arrived, what are you thinking about?"

There was silence in the field, and no one opened their mouths.

After a long time, Huiding's slightly hoarse voice remembered.

"Hand over the title deed, the Buddhist scriptures in the temple, the practice of the classics let people copy it again, and in the future, the presiding officer of Leshan Temple will have to be canonized by King Zhen and dissolve the monks of the hospital. ”

"These demands of King Zhen are too much!

Hui Ding lowered his head, spoke slowly, and revealed his resolute intentions, and when he looked up again, he was already full of the color of martyrdom.