"Look, look, there's a fire over there. It seems to be the Lifang where the Zhou family lives......"

When Wang Zhenwei heard this, his heart was suddenly shocked. Could it be that this army is out of control, and is going to go on a killing spree and start plundering?

However, after waiting for a while, it seemed that it was only discovered that only a fire was lit near Zhou's house, and there was a sound of screams. Elsewhere, it was quiet.

The Zhou family has been a Jingchu clan for generations, and they are famous in the local area. However, in such a dark night, only the screams were heard one after another, and in this kind of slaughter, there seemed to be no resistance at all.

Seeing that the entire Zhou family was almost killed, all kinds of property, gold, silver and metal were moved out.

Yang Lefei's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Dugong, do you want to kill a few more, such as ......?"

"No need, Xi Chisel is already dead. Moreover, this person is a famous scholar and a great Confucian, and he is the author of the Spring and Autumn Period of the Han and Jin Dynasties. Although it was the Daoan monk he invited......"

Liu Shengzhi said with a smile: "In short, I am waiting in Xiangyang, and it is better to kill less! As for these belongings, in the troubled times, where is the food precious?"

Yang Lefei was shocked in his heart, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

"You maintain order in the city, and I'll go to Ganquan Temple to have a look. It's not a good place to gnaw on!"

"Yes!"

At this moment, just outside Xiangyang City, on the hill of the West Gate outside the county, a temple has been besieged by ghost soldiers and armed groups of displaced people.

However, the temple occupies a huge area, and it is built like a dock fort. There are even monks and soldiers who climb the wall and shoot arrows from time to time.

Even in the dark, you can't really see it. There are still homeless people who are shot from time to time. Screaming and falling to the ground.

If you change to such an army, your morale will naturally drop when you encounter this kind of sniping. But these displaced people are armed. But they were all rolling in the pile of dead people, and so few people died. Naturally, they didn't frown.

"Set fire, burn my ......" Ma Hou had just dodged an arrow, if the guards around him helped him block it, now he was not dead, but also seriously injured. Immediately, a cold sweat broke out, and I couldn't help but order.

The monks and soldiers in the temple are all strong and skilled in martial arts, and seeing that this place is so difficult to attack, Ma Hou gave an order.

One by one, the torches were run up by the homeless people and thrown into the temple. But he was quickly extinguished by the monks in it.

At the moment in the temple. Huiyuan was sitting with his eyes closed, deaf to all kinds of noise outside the meditation hall.

"Master, this kind of thing, the situation is urgent, let's kill it, we have found out, these are not mountain barbarians at all, they are the army of exiles who claim to be the Heavenly Master......"

The Daoming monk shouted, but he was angry. I couldn't help but cough loudly.

If this person is seen by Liu Shengzhi, he will naturally recognize it, this is an old acquaintance.

Naturally, it was encountered at the ferry head outside the river at that time. A monk who was injured by himself.

At the beginning, this monk was shot so many times by Liu Shengzhi, not only did he not die, but he is still alive and kicking up and down until now. If you let Liu Shengzhi see it. I would have complained that the guns used were too powerful......

"Amitabha, we can escape. But what about so many scriptures? They were all brought from the West by Patriarch Buddha Tucheng. I waited for so much effort to translate......"

It was Dao'an, whose body was in the dark, who spoke, and sighed softly. Decades of hard work. Seeing that it is going to be ruined, I am really unwilling!

As an ancestor, as soon as Dao An spoke, Monk Daoming sighed, but he didn't dare to say more.

At this time, Huiyuan slowly opened his eyes: "Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about no firewood." I was in Dingzhong just now, and I have already calculated that this time it is me who will wait for the calamity. If the scriptures are gone, they can be written again, but if the people are gone, they will be gone......"

As he was talking, he heard the sound of a "whooshing" wind, a scream, and the sound of broken roof tiles.

Many monks changed color together!

The fire attack was unsuccessful, which made Ma Hou angry and anxious, and he was helpless, but he saw the torch shining, like a long dragon, and surrounded Liu Shengzhi and walked over.

Ma Hou was overjoyed and depressed, and hurriedly walked over: "Forgive your sins, these bald donkeys are really amazing......"

Liu Shengzhi waved his hand, and a team of soldiers lifted up several strange-looking things and aimed them at the temple wall.

"Whirlwind Cannon!" Ma Hou recognized it and was immediately overjoyed.

This is the thing designed and manufactured by the people led by Peng Peng, Ma Hou has also seen it, and when he saw it at this moment, he immediately rejoiced.

This so-called cyclone cannon is actually just a small trebuchet, small and convenient, and can be carried away on horseback. It is based on the transformation and design of the whirlwind cannon used by the Western Xia Poxi army in history.

Soon fiddling with it, flying stones the size of fists were suddenly thrown by the whirlwind cannon, like projectiles.

Then a tall, shirtless, muscle-like monk held up a shield in front of the projectile.

But a loud bang was heard, and the whole shield was torn apart. In the loud bang, even the monk's body had an extra blood hole.

His gaze showed an unbelievable look, and he fell off the wall.

Stone projectiles were thrown out of the whirlwind cannon like a raging storm, and the power was so powerful that it was impossible for human beings to resist.

For a while, the monks on the head of the city did not dare to raise their bodies.

"Rocket, burn it for me!" Liu Sheng gave the order, but he was very calm.

I promised the great god at the beginning, and even the reward has been received, but if I can't do it, it's too much to say.

Thinking of this, Liu Shengzhi's eyes flashed. I saw several other places outside the city, and there were fires coming out. I knew that there were people who led the team to capture those temples.

At such a time, Xiangyang is an important town of Buddhism, which can be said to be the starting point of Buddhism's real sinicization.

But after this battle, it must be impossible again. A smile overflowed from the corner of Liu Shengzhi's mouth.

But suddenly under the moonlight, a statue of the Dharma-like pure light glass, which seemed to replace the moonlight, shone down. Suddenly the entire battlefield was stunned.

As soon as such a miracle came out, even all the exile troops besieging the city stopped in shock at this time.

"Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground!" Under this round of moonlight, the Buddha's horn was deafening. Even the thick of the hemp was shocked, and the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground involuntarily, and his legs were trembling slightly.

The monks and soldiers who guarded the monastery were all devout and recited the Buddha one by one.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Liu Shengzhi sneered, and a little light rushed out from the top, turning into two long dragons, rolling directly in mid-air.

I heard a clicking sound, and the Bodhisattva Dharma was shattered like glass, and slowly dissipated. (To be continued......)