After the drum tower is the Heavenly King Palace.

There was already a whole row of monks standing in front of the Heavenly King Palace, tall, short, fat and thin, young and old, quietly looking at Fu Bo.

Everyone in Shitan Temple had already guessed what was going on tonight, and there were several respected old monks walking around to appease everyone.

If you can't avoid it, you will accept it calmly, Buddhism is fearless, and your heart reaches the other side.

Therefore, the people in front of the palace of the Heavenly King have cleaned up the monk's robes and stood quietly and fearlessly, not looking at Fu Bo, but looking at the round ring.

And the round ring also opened his eyes, quietly looking back at the monks, at this moment in the eyes of the round ring, all the monks in front of the palace of the king are Buddhas, the round ring seems to have seen the golden lotus blooming under the feet of the monks.

And Fubo, seeing this scene, felt even more irritated in his heart, all of which was out of his expectations, making his trip to seek revenge for Shiro not happy enough.

Why aren't these people weeping bitterly, why aren't these bald heads running away tremblingly, why!

Why do these mortals look at themselves as if they are full of pity, do they think that they should cry and beg for mercy?

It's dry!

Fu Bo shouted again, and slammed away, knocking the monks in front of him upside down and flying up, breaking their limbs.

After Fu Bo hit the human wall, he did not rush to kill everyone, but rushed into the Heavenly King Palace, and dragged down several Buddha statues standing inside one by one, smashed them, and knocked them into pieces.

Especially the statue of Wei Tuo Tianzun, Fu Bo hated this protector god holding the demon pestle the most, and he was also the most completely destroyed, wantonly crushing into powder, wantonly venting the depression in his heart.

The Heavenly King's Hall was in shambles.

Amitabha......

Outside the door, all the monks chanted the Buddha together, looking at the broken statues all over the hall on the ground, everyone did not step forward to stop them, but just looked at Fu Bo's eyes full of pity, as if Fu Bo was just a patient with a serious brain disease and needed treatment, and as if Fu Bo was just an ignorant child who was not educated.

Fu Bo hated the eyes of the monks, and let out a strange roar from his mouth again.

The whistling sound was terrible, and it was even more terrifying in the dark night.

However, the monks were not panicking, and after the wandering and admonishment of several elders, the monks at this moment had already expelled their fear, worked hard to smooth the monks' robes, and tried to stand straight, ignoring Fubo's terrifying roar.

There were more and more monks gathered in the Tianwang Palace, and the chanting sound became thicker and thicker, and the rhythmic low chanting sound surrounded Fu Bo from all directions, making Fu Bo feel like he was gradually suffocated by an invisible flood.

Some of the little monks and monks who escaped from the temple only ran to the foot of the mountain, and were forced back by the soldiers who were under martial law at the foot of the mountain with blades, and finally understood that Shitan Temple had become a forbidden place, and even the officials were helping to close the road and lock the temple, and even the officials were going to hand over the entire Tianmen Mountain to the 'big devil' who broke in and devoured people.

This catastrophe cannot be avoided......

So the lights of Shitan Temple gradually turned on, and more monks and elders began to wander around, calling everyone to change clothes, burn incense, light candles, and gather in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Since today is a catastrophe that Shitan Temple cannot avoid, it is meaningless to hide, and monks cannot hide, because crossing the demon is also the responsibility of the Buddha to the bald head, and it is the meaning of the existence of all bald heads to exorcise evil demons and protect the Dharma.

Since this demon, the monks can not force it to cross by force, it is better for the monks to gather together to do a big puja, maybe they can persuade this demon, and the monks think that this is also a test of the Buddha to everyone.

After a while, all the halls and houses of the entire Shitan Temple were brightly lit, and everyone was dressed in solemn clothes, and began to follow the Daxiong Treasure Hall with all the mouths.

The sound of the scriptures swayed upward, a piece of candlelight bloomed in the temple, the bell cleared the night haze, the monks stood solemnly under the glorious lamps and candles and the golden shining statues, everyone was solemn and solemn, everyone was like the real Buddha descended into the world.

At this moment, the entire Shitan Temple is like a Buddha country in the world, magnificent and sacred.

Fu Bo stood quietly in the debris of the Heavenly King Palace, and seemed to be touched by the sound of the temple for a while.

In fact, Fauber was in a daze.

He had seen this scene, not déjà vu, but really seen it.

And more than once.

The reason why the hundred-year covenant can take effect is because the Buddhism at that time suffered too many 'grand occasions' like Shitan Temple today.

It was also because the monks at that time always used this way to fight against the general trend, unwilling to face their own mistakes, and deceived themselves to lead to the final withering of Buddhism.

Fu Bo thought that the fear at that time had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the monks, and that those monks had deeply realized their mistakes, would learn a lesson, and be cautious in their words and deeds and not repeat the mistakes of the past.

Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, Fuber came to such a 'grand occasion' again.

So Fauber was in a daze in the midst of this mantra.

He was stunned for a long time, thinking for a long time, only to suddenly realize that the hundred-year ring he was guarding was actually in vain.

Only then did he realize that he had endured so much hardship and suffered so much grievance to help the national teacher keep this hundred-year ring, which was a complete waste of time.

Because of these monks, these monks have not changed in any way, whether it was a hundred years ago or now.

Those monks tonight are still the same as a hundred years ago, when they are the 'demons' who invaded the sacred land, and when they are the 'demons' who have come to invade the mortal world and bring blood, fire and war.

Those monks never thought that it was they who made mistakes, and they never thought that Fu Bo was just a vowkeeper who worked hard to keep his promises. It never occurred to me that Fauber was the embodiment of the rules, representing the justice of the overseer to punish the defaulter.

Whether Fu Bo came according to the covenant or unruly, in the eyes of those monks, it was all the work of the 'devil'.

In the eyes of those monks, Fu Bo will always be the invading party, a deviant who has lost his mind, and is a demon.

And those monks have always been righteous, representing the side of the world. Even if they are powerless to resist, they must abandon all fears and recite Buddhist scriptures to overcome demons.

Because in the hearts of all monks, it is impossible for the Buddha to make mistakes, even if the Buddha kills the innocent Shiro first, there is no fault at all.

Because the Buddha is always right, and opponents such as Shiro Fubo should be guilty of sin, and the Buddha should obediently subdue the Dharma.

To put it bluntly, what the Buddha's heart desires is good, and what the Buddha's heart carries is the devil, which is the definitive conclusion upheld in the hearts of all monks.

And who the Buddha is, the Buddha is those monks themselves, who have their hearts desired, that is, they are the Buddha's hearts.

Fauber was stunned for a long time before he finally figured it out.

Fauber sighed deeply.

The breath was so deep, and the exhalation was unusually long.

It looks like he wants to exhale all the grievances and helplessness of Fuber's long years in the past.

Fu Bo figured out that no matter whether it is right or wrong, the monk will always be the Buddha, not right or wrong itself.

And the Buddha is themselves.

Therefore, this hundred-year covenant is really a fart.

In vain, he was still trembling, cautiously maintaining this fart balance, hoping that the day when the proclamation, patience and observance of the covenant could be exchanged for the survival and freedom of the people.

I didn't expect all this to be just a fart, and this fart truth was actually taught to me by the bald donkey I hated the most.

I have really lived for so many years in vain, and I still need a bald donkey to teach myself what the truth is.

Hehe, haha, hohahaha~~

Fauber chuckled self-deprecatingly, laughing, laughing maniacally.

After laughing, Fu Bo shook his head and said to himself: "Shiro, you really died in vain, the old man only understands now, it's really ...... Shame on your people. ”