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Kasyapa Temple.

The monstrous flames swept across the dilapidated temple, and all the monks in the temple fled in all directions.

The arrogant laughter of the pagans resounded through the clouds layer by layer, and the Kasyapa Temple was already in ruins.

This Buddhism has been completely wiped out in Tianzhu.

Even if the monks had thousands of reluctance to give up, they had to embrace the fragments destroyed by the heretics and escape from the scarlet flames.

Fortunately, the Buddha had already prophesied.

Although Buddhism was extinct in Tianzhu, it is about to be revived in Sinian.

Just relying on this illusory prophecy, they can comfort themselves, which is still a bit funny.

Among the flames, Cheng Yaojin walked out from the side.

Looking at the abbot, a smile appeared on his swarthy face.

"Don't worry, the temple is ruined, I'll fix it for you."

Hearing this, a trace of hope appeared on the abbot's old face.

Even though he already knew the consequences of being destroyed, he still felt a little sad when he saw the scene in front of him.

This Kasyapa Temple is my painstaking effort for many years.

Letting myself watch it burn like this is really heartbreaking!
Xuanzang followed behind Cheng Yaojin, seeing the abbot's eyes suddenly lit up, he felt a pain in his flesh.

Your Kasyapa Temple is well done, but the repairs will cost me the money I have worked so hard to save.

The pressure was transmitted to Xuanzang at this time.

Hey, it's easy for me to open a beef soup shop!
The abbot took the two to a temple that was not affected.

Rather than talking about temples, it is more appropriate to say broken temples.

This may also be the reason why it can survive the purge of heretics alone.

The monks of Kasyapa Temple gathered in the ruined temple, rushing to rescue the pages of books that had been destroyed by the fire.

The abbot cleared his throat, and everyone fell silent instantly.

"This is Master Cheng, he is willing to help us repair the Kasyapa Temple."

The abbot looked at the crowd with a smile on his face.

In fact, he was still a little apprehensive, after all, it was the Buddha's prophecy.

Can this black-faced benefactor really break the Buddha's prophecy?

Cheng Yaojin ignored the monk's shock and gratitude, and said loudly like a bell, "This Buddhist sect cannot be destroyed if I am here."

The monks in the audience were dubious, but in the current situation, they had no choice but to look at the Tang man who suddenly appeared with hope in their eyes.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin suddenly changed his tone,
"It's just that I need you to do one thing for me." Cheng Yaojin paused for a moment, the monks and abbots in front of him had different expressions, "You want to revitalize Buddhism in Tianzhu."

Immediately, the audience was in an uproar.

These few short words can make this group of monks feel ups and downs.

He thought that Cheng Yaojin was going to make some difficult request for them, but he never expected that it was to revitalize Buddhism.

For them, this is not a condition, it is clearly their dream.

It's just that paganism is rising now, which can be regarded as a fairy tale.

Cheng Yaojin looked at their worried faces and raised a smile.

"Pagan matters can also be resolved for you."

The monks couldn't believe that such a good thing happened to them!
And Cheng Yaojin knew in his heart that this is not a good thing.

Buddhism is originally a trick to stabilize people's hearts in troubled times, but it is just a tool.

In troubled times, the people suffer.

Those in power can only use this method to fool the people, making them believe that the suffering in this life will always be rewarded in the next life.

Isn't this mind control?
What a high-sounding liar, it can be said that he is not a big scourge.

And it is enough for this kind of scourge to spread in Tianzhu.

Naturally, it can't be allowed to harm the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty like this. After all, this is the blessing that the Tianzhu people deserve.

Since these monks are also willing, of course I also want to be a good person and help them spread the Dharma.

Let Buddhism be passed on in Tianzhu for another hundred thousand years.

Cheng Yaojin waved his hand and made a decisive decision.

It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day, today is the best time.

Before the pagans who burned the temple had completely left, he followed up decisively.

The monks were on the side, looking at the rampant faces of this group of people, they were very angry.

The pagans looked excited, and they all felt that they had made great achievements.

But before they were happy, they saw Cheng Yaojin close the books in his hand and drop from the sky.

In an instant, shadows enveloped everyone, like dark clouds covering the dome.

This man is really brave.

The leader of the pagan sect is disdainful, who dares to find fault?
Cheng Yaojin landed heavily in the center of the hall, and the ground trembled.

"My Buddha is merciful, let the poor monk come to save you."

The pagan standing in front of him laughed out loud.

"Are you kidding? I've never seen a monk with such long hair."

Cheng Yaojin still looked compassionate, and fell on the two heretics.

Before he could see how hard he was, the two pagans under his feet fell to the ground without making a sound.

The monk hiding in the dark has his eyes wide open.

He actually trampled two people to death just like that!

"So what if you have hair? If you don't have hair, I will save you today."

After all, before the dazed pagan could react, he felt a howling gust of wind.

Everyone felt that their faces were cold, and they immediately lost their breath.

The sub-rudder master looked at the congregation in front of him, and couldn't help but panic in his heart.

This is the elite of the teaching, how could there be such a woohoo.

They must be using feigned death to blind each other's sight!
But the person lying on the ground did not come back to life as he wished.

On the contrary, Cheng Yaojin killed more and more, and he felt like killing people became addicted as he killed more.

The little monk who followed Cheng Yaojin was already scared to death.

I had no choice but to sit still, turning the beads in my hands, and chanting Amitabha.

They are happy in their hearts, let you burn our temple!It really deserves it!
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin became even more excited when he heard the Buddhist scriptures.

He laughed loudly and said, "Hahahaha, the recitation sounds good, let me add some more Buddhist scriptures, and let Lao Tzu take care of them."

When the monks heard the words, their chanting became louder and louder.

It's like a chorus singing in unison, so loud and so beautiful.

The sub-rudder master mixed into the pile of corpses already scattered all over the place, and in front of him was Cheng Yaojin who was crazy about killing.

He couldn't help holding his breath, for fear that Cheng Yaojin would find out something.

Cheng Yaojin glanced at the corpse on the ground, felt the wind under his feet, turned and left.

Only the monks of Kasyapa Temple were left with distorted and excited expressions.

Some things don't need to be taught by the Buddha at all, they are born with it.

"Amitabha, you can't hold grudges."

"If you want to blame, blame your cheap hands for burning down the temple."

After finishing speaking, the monks spat hard, exhausted all their strength, and stepped over the corpse. All the injustices they had encountered were relieved at this moment.

The monk left, and a figure crawled out of the pile of corpses.

He wiped the footprints on his face fiercely, spit out a mouthful of dust, and his eyes were full of resentment.