The strongest collapse system

Chapter 853
The entrance gate of Qiankun Budai is not a physical gate, but is transformed by cyan airflow, green and shiny, like a mirage, making it difficult to tell whether it is illusion or reality.

Behind the huge door, there was a faint light, and gusts of fresh wind blew out from the door, carrying a clean breath.

Smelling this clean breath, Hong Yi felt a feeling in his heart.

The world behind this door is as pure as a fairyland.

"Let's go in and see!"

Hong Yi invited, and without waiting for a response, he stepped into the gate on his own. He couldn't wait, he wanted to see what the world in the thousand-year-old Qiankun bag in the mythical notes looked like.

Jingren hesitated for a while, then followed in.

"What a big world!"

After Hong Yi entered the giant gate, he immediately felt that the world had changed and the universe was upside down.

The sky is no longer the sky, and the earth is no longer the earth.

The sky here is only thirty feet high, and it is within reach to probe with the soul and thoughts.

There is no sun in the sky, but a layer of bright and soft clouds, green and shiny, this layer of clouds looks like warm jade but is incomparably tough, no matter how much Hong Yi moves his mind, he cannot penetrate into the clouds.

The same is true for the ground. It is not the kind of thick and thick land, but a layer of cloud film as smooth as a mirror, like water waves. If you step on it, it will produce ripples, but it is extremely solid and will not sink.

Da da!

Hong Yi stomped his feet, and the ripples spread around, but the ground didn't shake at all, it was extremely stable and wonderful.

Hong Yi looked into the distance, and at a glance, there was a layer of cyan light film a hundred miles away, as if it was the edge of this bag world.

Now Hong Yi's soul has grown to an unbelievable extent, and in just a few blinks of an eye, he has thoroughly explored the inner space of the entire Qiankun Budai.

"Although it is called the Qiankun cloth bag, and there is Qiankun inside, it is not the real Qiankun after all. The inner space is a hundred miles in diameter, and it is a square made of sapphire light film."

Hong Yi estimated that the size of the inner space of this Qiankun cloth bag was like the size of a small county under the governance of the Daqian Dynasty.

"It's really a good treasure for marching and fighting. During the war, you can store supplies in it, so you don't have to worry about laborious expeditions, and you don't have to worry about the enemy's retreat." Hong Yi turned his mind to analyze the usefulness of the Qiankun cloth bag.

With such a magic weapon, many wars have increased their chances of winning by three layers out of thin air.

Hong Yi has read many history books and knows that many wars in history were not caused by soldiers not fighting bravely, but because of insufficient food and grass, and food roads were blocked.

"There's a lot of stuff piled up in the center."

After Hong Yi looked at Qiankun Budai, he walked towards the center of the Budai space.

There are many things in the center, piled up into eight small hills.

A pile of gold, a pile of silver, a pile of jewelry, and a pile of rice like a hill, a pile of boxes full of weapons, bows and crossbow armor, and a pile of medicine boxes full of large and small medicine bottles.

In addition, there are a pile of bookshelves made of sandalwood, each of which is seven or eight people high, and countless classics and classics are placed there.

At the end is a mountain of silk and satin, one after another, dazzling.

Treasury, silver vault, jewel vault, secret vault, armory vault, medicine vault, book vault, and silk vault.

These eight treasure house piles, arranged according to the Bagua directions, seem to have an indescribable magical power.

Actually, no.

"It's a pity that the Great Zen Temple has accumulated such wealth that rivals the country, but it still ended up being destroyed." Hong Yi looked at the infinite wealth in front of him, but his heart didn't fluctuate much. Instead, he felt like laughing.

"The big tree attracts the wind, Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji have taken a fancy to the wealth of my great Zen temple..." A look of hatred appeared on the face of the monk Jingren.

Hong Yi felt rather disapproving.

How could it be possible to just covet wealth?

Hong Yi was not blind, but he saw the mountains of weapons, armor, steel crossbows, and arrows.

A monk temple hides so much military material. If you don't rebel, what are you doing with it?

Is it for exhibition?
"Where did so many weapons, armors, steel crossbows, and arrows come from?" Hong Yi couldn't help asking.

"This is left over from the survivors of the Great Zhou Dynasty..." Monk Jingren is not too sure, he has not yet cultivated to the realm of martial saints, and he is only one of the [-] Bodhisattvas.

The title of Bodhisattva is very watery, and it can be called a Bodhisattva in the realm of a great master, and it is impossible to participate in the core team of the Great Zen Temple.

"After the fall of the Great Zhou Dynasty, many survivors, even the orphans of the royal family, hid in our Great Zen Temple with weapons and armor." Monk Jingren said.

Hong Yi was speechless.

harboring treason...

"Anyone who becomes emperor, as long as he has no problem with his mind, will destroy the Great Zen Temple!" Hung Yi had thoughts in his mind, and finally held back his words.

"Hey, there is still a ledger here."

Hong Yi suddenly saw a table with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it, and a simple account book.

"Four million taels in the treasury, 400 million taels in the silver treasury, 3000 bolts of silk, 80 dans of rice, weapons and armor..." Hong Yi just looked at the outline and felt a little surprised, "...a year of taxation It is only 60 to 4000 million taels of silver, and after these deductions, it is almost the sum of the national tax revenue in two or three years."

Hong Yi calculated the wealth.

Counting and counting, an idea was born in the soul.

This idea is full of the power of ambition, as well as the power of rebellion.

Hong Yi's soul suddenly became stronger due to the birth of this idea.

"This idea is..." Hong Yi was surprised, and pondered carefully, and soon he discovered the essence of this mind-soul idea.

rebel!

"It turned out to be a rebellion? I didn't expect that I would have such an idea after reading the books of sages. It's amazing, but it's also normal. With such wealth and materials in front of me, coupled with my own strength, I have a lot of masters under my command." , it would be strange not to have the idea of ​​rebellion!"

"No wonder it is always said that wealth can be the enemy of the country! Once a person becomes rich, his mind will inevitably become complicated. If wealth reaches a certain level, it can be transformed into powerful strength, and he will naturally have the desire to rebel!"

"Hey, the gold and silver treasures of our Great Zen Temple back then were far more than that, this is only one-fifth of it."

The Jingren monk shook his head and said.

Hong Yi glanced at him strangely, feeling even more disdainful towards the Great Chan Temple in his heart.

It is strange that the imperial court did not destroy this kind of temple.

Hong Yi walked around and looked around, and finally came to the edge of the sandalwood bookshelf, flipping through these scriptures and classics.

Unfortunately, no secret scriptures of the "Now Tathagata Sutra" have been found.

(End of this chapter)