Yan Zihua led a group of sergeants to set off from Xinri and marched towards Fengshan Town. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That day, Yan Zihua took Xu Huainan back to the responsible department of the national army, but all the credit went to Xu Huainan, and he himself was assigned to Xinri County, took over Xu Huainan's position, and became the county magistrate.

"Hurry up", Yan Zihua stretched out his hand, took out the kettle on his waist and took a sip: "If this operation is preempted by the Japanese army, the boss will blame it, and everyone will have no good fruit to eat." ”

But a few days ago, the headquarters of the national army sent a message to Yan Zihua, at first, Yan Zihua thought it was an order to leave this small place, but it was an order to carry out the task, saying that the national army set up an independent regiment, named the Recruitment Association, intended to recruit people from the rivers and lakes for their use.

Yan Zihua was sent because he heard that there was a flying bell in the White Horse Temple, which recorded a peerless martial art that was lost in the rivers and lakes, but unfortunately they didn't know the news that no one had understood this martial art for a long time, and it was even more impossible to know that the inheritance of Zhongli had been obtained by Baili Pingyun, which was ridiculous What kind of thoughts Yan Zihua would have after knowing it.

In the evening, Yan Zihua led the army to the White Horse Temple in Fengshan Town, but the Buddhist gate was pure today, but today, a group of soldiers were ushered in, and they were soldiers with bad intentions.

As early as when he saw Yan Zihua and these people from afar, the little monk who was cleaning outside the temple gate ran in in a panic with a broom to inform the abbot, and because of the hurry, he also fell.

Seeing this, the corners of Yan Zihua's mouth curled, revealing a sneer, and he didn't stop drinking, but stretched out his hand to let the people under him stop, and stood in place and waited.

After a while, the abbot was helped out by the little monk who ran in, followed by more than a dozen young monks, holding wooden sticks, following behind the abbot, concentrating on guard.

Yan Zihua saw the dozen or so stick-wielding monks behind the abbot, and said: "The hospitality of your White Horse Temple is not to come out with a stick to greet people. ”

The abbot clasped his hands together, and before he could speak, a monk with a stick behind him poked the ground with a long stick in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said angrily: "How we treat guests in the White Horse Temple is to see the other party's intentions, you come with such an army, and everyone is equipped with a gun on their waists, this is a pure place for Buddhism, you are not welcome, leave quickly." ”

Yan Zihua laughed after hearing this: "We are soldiers, naturally the gun will not leave our bodies, as for so many people", Yan Zihua turned around and glanced at all the sergeants, and after looking at the young monk, he said to the abbot: "Isn't it just that it looks solemn, Buddhism is not only a pure place, but also pays the most attention to solemnity and solemnity, isn't this the reason for this?"

"You...", the young monk was angry for a while, his face turned red and he couldn't speak, but you couldn't say the rest of the words for a long time.

The abbot took a step forward at this time, put his hands together again and said: "Dharma anger, no rudeness", said, the abbot coughed a few times, and then said: "The donor came to my White Horse Temple, I will naturally open the door to greet me, but I don't know what the donor is called, what is the reason for coming here?"

"I am Yan Zihua, the person in charge of the National Army's special task force, and I came here this time to ask the abbot to borrow something. ”

The abbot heard the words and said, "If the donor wants to borrow the scriptures, I will let someone take them for you now", and then said to the Fa Yan behind him: "Fa Yan, I will be more careful later, don't remember the name of the sutra reported by the Yan Shi Shi Zhu wrongly, understand?"

Hearing this, Yan Zihua was furious, took out the pistol on his waist and pointed it at the abbot's head: "Old thing, don't think that I am polite to you, you can tease me like this, tell you, I don't want any scriptures from you, nor is it rare to have any Western Elysium, I just want a bell." ”

Yan Zihua's action, the monks behind the abbot surrounded the two of them, and the sergeants also pulled out their guns and pointed at the monks in front of them.

But I heard the abbot whisper a Buddha name, and then said: "Let's all go back, how can people in the Buddhist sect be angry at will, and I don't know what kind of bell Yan Shi wants." ”

Yan Zihua obviously ran out of patience, glared at the abbot viciously and said: "Old thing, I will tell you today, what I want is the flying bell that contains peerless martial arts in your temple, if you can't get it today, none of you want to live." ”

The little monk who was holding the abbot on the side was a little frightened at this time, and his speech was a little unpleasant, he looked at Yan Zihua and said, "Donor, the flying bell you want has been taken away." ”

"Take it away", Yan Zihua laughed, and then his expression was solemn: "Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"

The young monk Fa Yan also spoke: "This junior brother really didn't lie to you, Fei Lai Zhong was taken away by Doctor Yang on Xiandao Lake Island before, and he is no longer in the temple. ”

"This is true", Yan Zihua looked at the abbot, he saw the abbot bow his head and chanted Amitabha, and then closed his eyes and was silent, knowing that the little monk was telling the truth, but still did not give up, after retracting the gun, he first walked to his sergeant, the monks saw him put away the gun, so he made a way, who knew that this Yan Zihua just returned to the sergeant, and said loudly: "Listen to my orders, today demolish this White Horse Temple for me, and then dig three feet into the ground, see if what these bald donkeys say is true or false." ”

One of his sergeants came out and said, "But this fanfare, I'm afraid it will make the superiors unhappy." ”

"Isn't it just that you need a reason?" Yan Zihua sneered: "I said that I suspected that the Communist Party was hidden in this White Horse Temple, so I came to find someone, is this reason enough?"

Seeing Yan Zihua's view, the sergeant hurriedly lowered his head, retreated, and replied busily: "Enough." ”

Yan Zihua snorted, and the people in the army heard his snort, lest he get angry again, so they began to prepare for the dismantling of the tools of the White Horse Temple, where were those young monks, and they wanted to go up to protect the temple, but they were stopped by the abbot.

Seeing that the temple where he had lived for many years was about to be demolished, the abbot sighed, folded his hands and closed his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

This night, the White Horse Temple was demolished by Yan Zihua and the soldiers, and the movement was very big, but where did the residents under the mountain have the courage to come and see what was going on, they could only hope that this sound would pass as soon as possible, and not hurt themselves.

After Yan Zihua's subordinates demolished the entire White Horse Temple into ruins, they didn't find the flying bell, in fact, Yan Zihua already knew it, but he was dissatisfied with the monks who obstructed it in every way at the beginning, so he gave this order, and when the temple was completely demolished, Yan Zihua looked at the monks and said: "Now that the temple has been demolished, I think you are still vulgar, what kind of monk, it is better to live happily under the mountain", said and laughed, and the soldiers under his command also laughed.

When Yan Zihua led his men to leave, all the monks gathered around the abbot and asked, "Abbot, what should we do now?"

The abbot sighed, waved his hand and said, "Just listen to the words of the strict benefactor, everyone should go back to the world." ”

The monks were anxious: "The abbot can't." ”

The abbot said: "As long as the Buddha is in his heart, where is not the practice, I hope that after you go down the mountain to return to the world, if the world is peaceful one day, you will come up the mountain and rebuild this White Horse Temple again." ”

Although the monks were unwilling, they looked into the eyes of the abbot and left the White Horse Mountain.

The next morning, the young monk remembered that he had forgotten some things on the mountain, and hoped that the previous day had not been destroyed by the soldiers, but when he came to the mountain, he saw the abbot with a piece of body around his neck, hanging on a tall tree that had not been removed, and he had long since lost his breath.

For a while, Fa Yan only felt that his mind was blank, and he knelt on the ground, until he reacted a moment later, hurriedly put down the abbot's body, and cried loudly.