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Chapter 257 Dry Temple and Bitan

This night, Bingzhou in the south is destined to be not peaceful.

Zhao Zhilin, the leader of Hongyang Sect of the Sanji Sect, is still in Chuzhou and has not returned. In this time difference, the Snake Master of the Five Poisons Sect, Si Luan, made a plan. It directly shook the prestige of the Sanji religion in Bingzhou.

Among them, the death of Bai Maowei, the disciple of the corpse god ancestor in central Hunan, was just one point of the great turmoil in the southern region.

Taking this as an opportunity, the Five Poison Sect launched a counterattack. It is expected that after Zhao Zhilin hears about it, there will definitely be a fierce battle between the two cults for a long time in the future.

However, these have nothing to do with Chu Sheng for the time being.

After the battle in Bingzhou City, he said goodbye to everyone in the Five Poison Sect, and within a few days, Yan Bufan also said goodbye.

On this day, Chu Sheng and Yuan Fang appeared in Tiantai Mountain to visit this century-old temple, which is now in ruins.

Yuan Fang's face was still a little pale, and it was obvious that he had been tortured a lot during his capture.The Sanji Sect members simply wanted to use him, so they didn't take his life. It can only be said to be a rare blessing.

When the two of them saw the ruins hidden among the dense forest, their eyes were filled with emotion.

Yuan Fang was the most touched. He had visited Tiantai Temple in the past. At that time, the Nianfo Sect was the first Buddhist sect in the south. The incense was so prosperous. More than a thousand monks sang bells and drums in the morning and evening. The temple was full of Zen for three steps and a Buddha for every five steps. Tourists were bustling. How majestic and magnificent.

There is a gap only when there is comparison, and there is a lot of real emotion when there is a gap.

Chu Sheng stopped, his eyes fell on his feet, and there was dark red dust in the cracks in the ground made of bluestone.

It was an old monk who led the two of them. Following Chu Sheng's gaze, his wrinkled face was even more unbearable.

"In the massacre that day, the temple was filled with corpses, and the blood stains are still difficult to clean up."

It is conceivable that at the place where they stopped that night, there were countless corpses, and the blood stained the soil in the gap between the stone slabs.

"Three Basics Cult should be killed!" Yuan Fang clenched his fists and muttered, frowning.

Chu Sheng said nothing, just sighed and continued walking into the temple.

After crossing the vast Mahavira Palace, the two of them met an old acquaintance.

Monk Guangming.

This great monk was no longer as vigorous as before, he was much more silent and introverted, and when he saw the two of them, he just sang aloud, neither happy nor sad.

That day, the young and unusually moral monk rescued the siege and asked Monk Guangming to follow him to the White Horse Temple to practice. He never expected that the latter would appear here.

But after thinking about it, Monk Guangming was shocked when he heard the bad news of Tiantai Temple, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which was enough to show his deep affection for Nianfo Sect.It may be excellent news for other monks to enter the first White Horse Temple of the Eight Buddhist Temples, but it is not his wish.

I don't know if the Daoyi eminent monk has morality, but the monk Guangming is definitely a person of affection.

They looked at each other and Yuan Fang saw that both of them were smart and avoided this problem. They just talked about old times harmoniously with Monk Guangming.

Immediately, Chu Sheng had an invitation, he wanted to go to the burial ground.

Monk Guangming did not stop them, but personally led the two of them to the back mountain.

Stepping into the back mountain, this is a quiet place. It has always been a place for many eminent monks of the Nianfo Sect to retreat and practice Buddhism, so it was inevitable that it would be affected that night.Although it is not as badly damaged as Qianshan, it is not that good either. It was originally a nice place surrounded by trees, but now it has been completely destroyed.

In front of the cemetery, there is a newly built simple Buddhist house, and the sound of chanting Buddha is non-stop.

"The chanting is the Ksitigarbha Sutra." Monk Guangming said calmly, "there are over a thousand dead spirits in the temple, and they must be chanted to this sutra to save them."

What he didn't say was that he would always stay here in the Buddha's house.

He led Chu Sheng into the cemetery. Chu Sheng's eyes flashed. After walking for a while, Guangming naturally had doubts.

"At that time, people from other Buddhist sects went to your temple to practice Buddhism, like me from Three Mountains and Thirteen Peaks and Mingzhu Mountain." Chu Sheng had a difficult time speaking.

Guangming took him to a corner of the cemetery, where there were mostly unmarked tombstones.

"That day, the thieves set fire to the murder, destroyed all the books, and the monks who were leading them were also dead."

"There are nearly a hundred of them, and they lived in the front mountain at that time. They should all be lost in this disaster."

Chu Sheng stared blankly at the unnamed tombstone in front of him, his palms clenched tightly in his sleeves, trembling uncontrollably.

He said, "Three Foundation members should be killed!"

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"The bald donkey should be killed!"

Among the green mountains and green waters, Zhao Zhilin frowned, looking at the red dress and hearing the murderous voice, feeling a little depressed.

This woman has gone mad.
Thinking this way in his heart, he pursed his lips, looked away, looked at the blue water, and finally said: "That's it."

"What do you mean?" The red-clothed woman turned her head and looked away, behind her was the surface of the mirror-like lake, which was swaying against the bamboo house in the middle of the lake like a wave.

"Buddhism has been passed down for thousands of years, how can it be affected at will?" The woman in red's eyes were like daggers. The temperature around him dropped sharply, as if overwhelming pressure was exerted on him, but Zhao Zhilin was still tit for tat, unwilling to give in.

There are two ways of Buddhism and Taoism, which Jianghu people are willing to wrestle with them for no reason?
He, Zhao Zhilin, is arrogant, but he is not ignorant of life and death. Who knows how many hidden masters there are hidden in Buddhism for thousands of years.

"You still owe me a favor."

"We, the Sanji Sect, have done our utmost to be benevolent and righteous by taking action against the Nianfo Sect." Zhao Zhilin looked at him coldly.

"Heh Qingyang, how can there be such a simple thing in the world?"

"You were just leading the way for me once. If you really take credit for it, it would be too much." Zhao Zhilin narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling dissatisfied in his heart, and said without showing any weakness: "You and I will settle the matter here."

"What a joke, is it really so easy to repay my favor?" The red-shirted woman waved her jade finger, but behind her, there were two streams of water jumping up from the surface of the water silently, wrapping around her clothes like silk ribbons, A drop of water jumped slightly less than three inches below the fingertips.

Zhao Zhilin's eyes widened, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the woman smile, and with just a wave of her hand, a stream of water rushed towards her.

"You. Crazy!"

His body jumped up in an instant, and the water flow rushed into the air. As the woman's fingers swayed, it immediately turned around and dispersed into countless water droplets, covering the sky and the earth.

Zhao Zhilin was in mid-air, but he quickly spread his hands, his inner energy rushed out like a vast river, and he quickly pushed forward.

A barrier as thin as cicada wings quickly stretched in front of you
"you"

Before he finished speaking, he already gasped.

Countless water droplets fell down in an instant, and the barrier trembled again and again. Soon it shattered, and his whole body was smashed towards the bamboo house in the lake as if being slapped by someone's palm.

There is a saying that it is called big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

But when these drops of water fell, they pierced the bamboo house
Like a light rain, it forms in an instant, but disappears in an instant.

Disappeared together with it, the bamboo house in the middle of the lake was torn apart and submerged in the middle of the lake.

After a while, a head emerged from the lake and immediately shouted: "I know, but you can't rush into this matter!"

"Our Three Basics Sect has just established its foothold in the southern region, and the Buddha Land has not yet been established. How can we compete with this thousand-year-old sect!?"

The woman was walking on the lake, just like walking in the garden, when she heard the words, she turned her head and said lightly: "Yes!"

Zhao Zhilin slapped the water angrily, his eyes dark.

"If I return to my original cultivation, you woman!"

(End of this chapter)