Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 508 Decisive!
The three armies shouted loudly, and the sound shook the sky.

The monks of the White Horse Temple had never seen such a big scene before. The warrior monks who used to be brave and brave did not move forward. Even the eminent monks of the wise generation were stunned and stared at Li Daoxuan in panic.

The Modao Army, Demon Guards, Xuanjia Army and bad guys guarding Luoyang all came. They are the most elite soldiers in the Tang Dynasty, and even the Luoyang Governor has no power to mobilize...

The sentence of referring to the national teacher has already revealed Li Daoxuan's identity.

At this moment, no one doubted that Li Daoxuan was a fake. He was able to destroy the Vajra Arhat Demon Demon Formation in a snap of his fingers, and at the same time, he called in the most elite soldiers of the Tang Dynasty to make the bad people kneel down collectively. Teacher Li Daoxuan.

Li Daoxuan didn't even look at the monks, he walked up to Chang Le, stretched out his hand and patted her lightly, and released her from the body.

"Master!"

Chang Le threw herself into his arms with a crying voice, like a frightened little rabbit.

Li Daoxuan picked her up, stroked her black and soft long hair, and saw the strand of long hair that had been cut off on the ground, secretly thinking that he had arrived in time, otherwise, if Changle's head was shaved, His Majesty would have to fight him Stand up.

"Bai... Huitong, a monk of Baima Temple, met the national teacher... and Princess Changle!"

Huitong's face was covered with sweat, and he took the initiative to kneel and kowtow, his head hit the ground heavily, and his voice was very loud.

His eyes were full of regret, why did Li Daoxuan come to Luoyang?
How did you provoke him?
In today's world, there is no one who is the most popular, the most impressive, and the most murderous. The Yang God who died in his hands alone is countless with one hand. , is almost inconceivable.

When Li Daoxuan was still the Yin God, he was able to defeat the Yang God and shocked the world. Now that he has been promoted to the Yang God Realm, how amazing is his combat power?
No wonder the Vajra Arhat Demon Subduing Formation, which could withstand the Yang God for a moment, collapsed instantly when facing Li Daoxuan, like shattering the dead.

The other monks also quickly knelt down, including the seriously injured head of Jiangmoyuan, who also supported his body and knelt down, feeling more fear than remorse.

Maybe just now, he was only a little bit away from death.

Li Daoxuan walked out of the hall with Chang Le in his arms. He didn't even look at the kneeling monks, but looked at the kneeling soldiers, and said indifferently: "It's been exactly a moment since my avatar sent the order to the present. Hurry up, it seems that the arms have not been relaxed in these years."

Chang Le still has a good impression of these soldiers who came to save her, she shouted: "Master has praised you all, get up quickly!"

Only then did the soldiers get up, lined up neatly, stood with their swords pressed, their military appearance was solemn, and anyone who saw it would praise him, what a mighty teacher.

Huitong and other monks also wanted to get up, but Li Daoxuan's voice faintly rang in their ears.

"Did you wake up?"

Huitong and the others could only continue to kneel down.

"National teacher, as the saying goes, those who don't know are innocent. We didn't know that this little benefactor is the eldest princess, who offended you unintentionally. I hope you will see it for the sake of protecting Luoyang for decades at the White Horse Temple. My senior brother Hui Chan's face is magnanimous, and he has to be forgiving and forgiving!"

Huitong deserves to be the head of the Bodhi Temple, and his words are well-founded. While showing weakness, he also points out the achievements of Baima Temple in protecting Luoyang, and Huichan, the abbot of the late Yangshen.

I hope that Lee Daoxuan will be afraid.

Of course, the most important reason was that he didn't want Li Daoxuan to find out about the Buddha's mother. Although kneeling down and begging for mercy was humiliating, it was better to have one more thing than one less thing. When the Buddha came to the world, everything would be no problem!
"Have to forgive others and forgive others? Hehe, where is Hui Chan, why don't you see him?"

Li Daoxuan asked suddenly.

"My brother's cultivation has improved, and he is now retreating to study, and I hope the national teacher will not blame him for his negligence."

Huitong's words imply a warning, his senior brother is already a great monk in the late Yangshen period, and the next step is to cross the thunder calamity and prove the Arhat status.

Who wouldn't be afraid of such a powerful Buddha?
Li Daoxuan didn't buy his account, and said lightly: "The head of Huitong, I remember just now, you said, no one in this world can do anything to Baima Temple."

He glanced at the tense Huitong, his tone seemed to be teasing but also serious.

"What if I want to try?"

As soon as the words fell, the Mo Dao Army clenched the Mo Dao in his hand, and the demon guard pulled the bowstring again. The Xuanjia Army turned on his horse, with the battle flag fluttering, and the bad guys held their sabers on their waists, ready to fight at any time.

The spirit of war is soaring into the sky, and these iron-blooded soldiers dare to bloodbath the White Horse Temple just by giving an order!

As if sensing the strong murderous aura, no birds could enter within a hundred feet, insects and snakes retreated, and the iron-like silence was like an avalanche about to erupt, a volcano waiting to erupt.

Seeing this scene, Huitong's complexion instantly turned pale. He knew that the life and death of Baima Temple might be at this moment.

With no senior brother around, they alone could not hold back the blades of the elite soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. Even he, a late Yinshen cultivator, would not dare to confront these warriors head-on.

What's more, there are seven bad people and an unfathomable Li Daoxuan.

It was useless to run away, now that the White Horse Temple was completely besieged, all it needed was a rain of arrows, a charge, and a big fire, and the White Horse Temple he was so proud of would be turned into ruins!
"Master, I have guarded Luoyang at the White Horse Temple for decades. In order to slay demons and demons, countless disciples have been killed or injured. Even if there is no credit, there must be hard work. Are you really going to push the White Horse Temple to a desperate situation?"

Huitong looked up at Li Daoxuan, with a sad and indignant voice, as if extremely wronged.

Li Daoxuan looked straight into his eyes, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

"Your White Horse Temple has contributed to Luoyang, but the imperial court is not without rewards. Your Majesty himself is reluctant to change even a dragon robe, but every year he allocates gold, silver, jewels, silk and satin to reward you at White Horse Temple. There are countless other preferential treatment. , Buddhism in the world, only the White Horse Temple and Shaolin have such grace."

"But what about you?"

Li Daoxuan stared coldly at the group of monks dressed in brocade clothes. The cassocks on their bodies were all woven from the most expensive silk and inlaid with gold trim, and the rosewood beads on their hands could be worth four mouthfuls at random. Ten years of income for the home!
The newly bought big Buddha is more than 20 kilograms of gold leaf inlaid alone!

"The Sanqing only need clay sculptures, but the Buddha needs gold plating. Over the years, your White Horse Temple has not paid the imperial taxes, annexed land wantonly, and your disciples are arrogant and domineering."

"In order to make money, they even opened a large number of shops, selling merit coupons and consecration artifacts. Everyone is so rich that [-]% of the beggars in Luoyang City lost their land and their families were destroyed because of you!"

What Li Daoxuan said was not alarmist. In fact, over the years, Luoyang officials had already impeached Baima Temple, but they were all suppressed by the court.

Because in the White Horse Temple, there is a Hui Chan of the later stage of the Yang God!

Later, when Li Daoxuan came to Luoyang, he also used his spare time to do investigations, and found that the unscrupulous accumulation of money by the White Horse Temple was even more exaggerated than what those memorials said!

They bought the fertile land in the hands of the people at a low price. If someone refused to sell it, they would say that they disrespected Buddhism and the Buddha, and there would be bad retribution. Under heavy pressure, the people would often succumb.

What's more, they opened up shops to sell merit coupons and consecration artifacts.

The so-called merit coupons are made of the cheapest hemp paper, and they have no effect, but they claim that after buying them, they can eliminate sins and ascend to bliss after death. The more you buy, the greater the merit.

It doesn't matter if you kill and set fire, you can make up for it by buying a few merit coupons.

As for the consecration artifacts, they were even powerless talisman papers and utensils, which had no effect on resisting demons and ghosts, but they were hyped up by them and sold for sky-high prices.

"Amitabha, there are thousands of mistakes, all of which are the fault of the old monk alone. If the national teacher wants to punish, then punish me. Don't implicate me in Baima Temple!"

Huitong clasped his hands together.

Li Daoxuan looked at him, and said lightly: "It's quite a bit of loyalty."

"Jiang Lian."

Out of the seven delinquents came a thin but sharp-eyed man who looked to be in his 40s or [-]s, with a winding scar on his face.

"Subordinates are here!"

Jiang Lian clasped his fists and saluted. He was the leader of these bad people, he was a lieutenant, and he was full of respect for Li Daoxuan.

"Tell me, imprisoning Princess Datang and cutting off her hair, what should I do?"

"Report to the national teacher, death penalty, beheaded!"

Li Daoxuan glanced at him and said, "Then what are you waiting for?"

"promise!"

Murderous intent flashed in Jiang Lian's eyes, and he immediately pressed the saber forward and walked towards Huitong.

Huitong's eyes were flickering, his hands were clenched tightly, Li Daoxuan really dared to kill himself?Doesn't he have any scruples about Brother Hui Chan?
"According to the order of the national teacher, immediately kill the demon monk Huitong!"

Clang!
Jiang Lian suddenly pulled out the saber at his waist. This is a special magic weapon made by Qin Tianjian. It contains a trace of dragon energy. After infusing mana into it, it will emit a pale golden light. It cuts iron like mud and is extremely sharp.

Without any hesitation, he slashed directly at Huitong's neck.

clang! ! !
Sparks flickered, and the half-cut knife flew out, piercing deeply into the beam.

Jiang Lian looked at the broken knife in his hand, and at Huitong's neck with a white mark, and couldn't help taking a breath.

He is the cultivation base of Yinshen's early stage, but he can't cut off Huitong's neck?

"Hehe, I have long heard that besides the abbot of Huichan in the White Horse Temple, you, Huitong, have the highest level of cultivation. Seeing you today, it is indeed so."

Li Daoxuan shook his head and smiled, but his eyes became colder and colder.

He stretched out a finger, drawing a talisman in the void, and the golden pure Yang Qi intertwined into a mysterious and elegant Taoist talisman, exuding Taoist light.

Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Immortal Talisman!
"go."

After saying that, the body-fixing talisman landed on Huitong's body, it went through the cassock and clothes directly, and burned on Huitong's back like a branding iron, emitting green smoke repeatedly.

Hui Tong was so painful that his veins bulged, and he just wanted to resist, but found that the mana in his body had receded like a tide, and the upper, middle and lower dantians were all dead silent, and his body could not move.

In the realm of Li Daoxuan, the immobilization talisman drawn can not only stabilize the physical body, but also can stabilize the mana and supernatural powers, so that a high-ranking late-stage monk of the Yin God instantly fell into the clouds and became a powerless man. old man.

"Cut again."

"promise!"

Jiang Lian's eyes flashed fiercely, and he slashed at Huitong with the half-cut knife in his hand.

"stop!!!"

There was a roar of anger, like thunder, and the lion and tiger roared, shattering the windows around them, and even the horses of the Xuanjia Army neighed one after another, as if they were frightened.

Jiang Lian only felt a shock in his spirit, a feeling of top-heavy and dizzy, and the knife in his hand fell unconsciously.

A slender hand gently held the broken knife, and a warm voice sounded.

"Changle, close your eyes."

After Chang Le tightly closed his eyes, a bright knife light flashed, like clear autumn water, and like winter frost, decisive and fast like thunder.

"stop it!!!"

A bright Buddha's light fell from the sky and shattered the ground with a bang. He was holding the Nine Dragon Buddha Fire Orb, with a lion's nose and wide eyes, shaped like a diamond, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if burning with infinite anger.

It is the abbot of Baima Temple, Hui Chan!

The wind howled, and even the Xuanjia soldiers in heavy armor couldn't help taking a few steps back, but Li Daoxuan stood tall and straight like a pine on a lonely mountain, with only his hair and Taoist robe fluttering in the strong wind.

The wind stopped.

Li Daoxuan casually dropped the broken knife in his hand, the bright knife was not stained with blood.

Dang!

The knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and at the same time, the kneeling Huitong body trembled slightly, the look in his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a void.

A faint red line appeared on his neck, and blood oozed drop by drop.

"Abbot Huichan, don't worry, Pindao's knife is very fast, and he didn't even feel the pain."

Li Daoxuan put Changle down, let her run to the side of the bad person, and then said lightly to Huichan.

"Li-Dao-Xuan!!!"

Huichan gritted his teeth and called out the name, watching his junior brother's eyes gradually turn blood red, and hatred spewed out like a volcano.

When the younger brother died, not even the Yin God was left behind, because Li Daoxuan's body-fixing talisman also sealed the younger brother's soul to death in the body, so he couldn't get out of his body to preserve a glimmer of life.

"Hehe, don't thank me. Although your junior brother imprisoned the princess of the Tang Dynasty, forced my disciple to convert to Buddhism, and dared to defy the imperial court's beheading punishment with demonic law. It is a heinous crime, and there is no redemption for a hundred deaths, but I am still kind. Let him go through too much pain before he dies."

Hearing this, Hui Chan's lungs were about to explode, he clenched his fists tightly, and his bones cracked.

"Abbot, Master Huitong died so badly, you must avenge him!"

"Abbot, you are finally here. This Li Daoxuan is too unreasonable, bullying others, and killed the chief!"

"Whoa, abbot, he also said that we will destroy our White Horse Temple..."

Seeing Hui Chan appearing, these frightened monks finally found their backbone and cried out one by one.

Hui Chan closed his eyes, his voice boiling with murderous intent.

"Brother, brother hereby swears that he will kill this person as a sacrifice to your soul!"

He opened his eyes, staring at Li Daoxuan with knife-like eyes.

"Little Huangkou, you are so ambitious. This is not Longhu Mountain, nor Chang'an City, but White Horse Temple!"

After a pause, he said word by word, "It's also your burial place!"

"White Horse Temple……"

Facing his powerful aura, Li Daoxuan seemed calm and unhurried.

"Is it the king's land in the whole world, is it the king's minister on the shore of the land, the White Horse Temple has been expropriated by the court since today, abbot Huichan, next time you come in, you will have to charge money."

"court death!!"

Hui Chan squeezed the Buddha seal with his hands, and the Nine Dragon Buddha Fire Beads flew out, hatching nine mighty and domineering fire dragons, causing the surrounding temperature to rise rapidly.

Roar!
The sound of the dragon chant shook all directions, leaving countless people dumbfounded.

Nine hundred-foot-long fire dragons surrounded Li Daoxuan, and raging flames spewed out from their mouths.

"Master, be careful!"

"National teacher be careful!"

The unscrupulous people and Chang Le subconsciously shouted.

Li Daoxuan smiled faintly, waved his sleeves, the box of the Dragon Yin sword fell to the ground, and then automatically enlarged and opened. The raging flames.

"Hui Chan, do you really think that there was nothing I could do with your string of broken beads that night?"

(End of this chapter)