King Chuang gathered more than 200 free-spirited guests at once to discuss major matters in the ancestral hall surnamed Chen, the only one in the village that did not collapse. Li Zicheng, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun", has done an earth-shattering event in the human world, and he is definitely a brave and insightful figure.

"Heavenly Court is not the human realm, with our little strength, we can't even deal with a single immortal, if we act rashly, we will die without a place to be buried. Therefore, our main task at present is to accumulate strength, and we can only start with small things. King Chuang got up and flicked away the ashes of the big red candle, and the dim candlelight magnified his figure several times, covering the entire wall.

"Huang Lai'er, we all listen to you, there is a lot of food in the rope palace, do we try to get some of it first, everyone is so hungry that their chests are close to their backs, and they don't even have the strength to speak......"

After a leisurely guest with towering cheekbones said this, he didn't know if he was really out of strength, he even closed his eyes, tried to open his eyelids, pulled a few times, and finally gave up.

"Hosei, go to my house and bring the dog meat. "King Chuang smothered the dirt dog at home in the afternoon, and the bones should be crispy and rotten.

Each person was given a small piece of dog meat, and after eating it, everyone's faces gradually turned red.

King Chuang's oily fingers sucked clean and said: "The grain in the Rope Palace can't be moved, it's a porridge factory, we even rob this kind of grain, and our reputation will be ruined, and there will be no one with us at that time." Besides, we can't deal with the Foolish Immortal and his apprentices. ”

King Chuang pondered for a moment and said: "The Jingju Temple in Yunhuang Mountain is the only place within a radius of hundreds of miles that has not suffered disasters, I think ......"

"Yes, Jingju Temple has 500 hectares of good temple property, and the incense is prosperous, we should be able to eat it for a few years. As soon as King Chuang provoked the conversation, everyone agreed. After carefully studying the course of action for the next day, everyone dispersed.

Early the next morning, King Chuang changed into a long shirt and appeared on the mountain road leading to Yunhuang Mountain with two villagers who killed pigs and cattle for a living. Two miles behind them, more than 200 villagers followed with kitchen knives and knives pinned to their waists.

On the top of the mountain, the magnificent temple is covered with antique and solemn appearance.

Overlooking the Jingju Temple, it stands high on the steep and protruding lonely peak, like a big peng. The ancient temple is hidden under several vigorous ginkgo trees.

Enter the mountain gate, because it comes early, only to see few pilgrims, a quiet, solemn atmosphere, ancient trees towering to the sky, pine and cypress forests, beautiful bamboo, fragrant grass and green. If you only hold this mountain gate in the human world, tens of thousands of troops may not be able to attack it.

After walking a hundred steps, I saw a long red wall, and there was a glittering spire in the green bamboo trees in the wall, and the courtyard of the Jingju Temple was not as big as I imagined, but a few Bodhi trees in the courtyard were huge.

Yunhuang Mountain, surrounded by green pines, the beauty of bamboo and jade is unintentionally appreciated. Burning incense and praying, releasing life in Changsheng Pond, asking for a signed book, King Chuang walked through the Daxiong Treasure Hall to the top of the mountain. Turning around the hall corridor and pavilion, there is a beautifully decorated wall not far away.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please stay!" a middle-aged monk blocked the way.

"Master, I have something important to ask to see the host, please let me know!" King Chuang is tall and not angry. At first glance, he is a difficult lord to mess with.

"Donors, please wait in the tea room for a while, whether the host can see you or not depends on your creation. The middle-aged monk folded his hands and turned away.

King Chuang's eyes were attracted by a copper incense burner on the desk.

The color of the copper furnace is the color of Buddhist scripture paper, with an open mouth, round lips, a short neck, a flat belly, and cricket ears, and the whole shape is firm and heavy. King Chuang paced over, lifted the copper furnace with both hands, and sure enough, his hands were very heavy. Hold it above the top of the head to see the bottom of the furnace, the rectangular print is three lines and six characters, and it is impressive that Ouyang inquires about the regular script "Xuande Year of the Ming Dynasty". Looking closely at the word "virtue", there is no "one" horizontal pen on the "heart". King Chuang has seen the world, this is the Xuande furnace of the Ming Dynasty, which is one of the styles listed in "Xuande Ding Yi".

It seems that the Jingju Temple is really rich, and this furnace alone is worth a lot of Shenzhou coins.

"It's Xuande furnace. ”

The old host suddenly made a sound, startling King Chuang, and the copper incense burner almost didn't hit the instep of his foot.

"Hehe, hey, when I saw something good, I couldn't help but get started, and I hope the host will forgive me. ”

"The donor can recognize the Xuande furnace and has good eyesight. ”

The presiding officer did not ask the king about his intentions, but recited the scriptures by himself......

On the contrary, King Chuang couldn't hold his breath and touched the pig-killing knife on his waist, "Host, don't you ask us why we're looking for you?"

The host smiled slightly, but still didn't open his eyes.

"The donor would say that he would say, so why should I ask more. ”

The two butchers who followed King Chuang's side kept signaling to King Chuang outside the door of the tea room according to the plan that the middle-aged monk who had informed them had been slaughtered by the two of them, and the free-spirited guests had also taken control of the Jingju Temple.

"Host, I'm sorry. ”

King Chuang's eyes showed a fierce light, and he took out a knife, and when the pig-killing knife was less than three feet away from the host's neck, the host suddenly opened his eyes, still smiling.

King Chuang was afraid that the host would fight back, so he took three steps back, and the pig-killing knife was protected in front of his chest......

"Donor, this knife kills countless lives, it's too dirty. ”

King Chuang has seen many people who put life and death outside of his body, but it is the first time he has seen a person who faces life and death so calmly.

"Presiding, you can't complain about us, we won't do such a thing in the forbidden place of the Buddha unless we have to......"

"Donor, there is no need to explain, if you can let me decide on my own, the old man will be complete. ”

The host's body slowly rose into the air, his legs slowly lowered, and a group of freewheels poured into the tea room, seeing the host reveal a delicate hanging technique, and surrounded the support in a panic.

"Get out of the way!"

King Chuang snorted, he knew that if the host wanted to do it, he would not be able to kill him with these rabble, although he didn't understand why the host wanted to give up resistance, but it was obviously not too much to meet the last request of a person who was about to die.

The host slowly came to a thatched hall, and after a while, a raging fire broke out in the thatched hall.

"King Chuang, in the human world, the old man killed you by mistake, and the old man finally has a chance to return you. All the deeds of the Jingju Temple are in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you are so self-sufficient......"

The voice of the host was heard in the firelight.

As soon as King Chuang was excited, everything was understood, and this host was the villager who shot himself to death in Jiugong Mountain, Tongcheng County, Hubei Province on May 17, the second year of Shunzhi (1645).

In the past and later lives, grievances and grievances were repaid in this way, which made King Chuang sigh......

The bodies of all the slain monks were thrown into the grass hall, and dozens of bundles of dry firewood were added to it, and King Chuang threw the copper incense burner into it.

The freedmen all took their hair away, King Chuang also put on his robe, and the Jingju Temple became the first stronghold of King Chuang to break into the heavenly court. In less than ten years, King Chuang's strength has gradually become stronger...... Of course, that's all for later.

"When! When......"

The evening bell of the Jingju Temple, struck 18 times tightly, 18 times slowly, and then 18 times unhurriedly, and so on twice, a total of 108 times, the sound is pure and long, mellow and loud, and it seems to be overtaking the undead......