Cyber Daming

Two hundred miles west of Jinzhu Village is the Buddhist land of Zhenbao City.

Like Ganquan Temple, Zhenbao Temple in the city was also severely damaged.

Fortunately, Zhenbao Temple is much stronger than Ganquan Temple, and most of the reconstruction has been completed, leaving only the ruins outside the city to be repaired.

Winter in Fandi comes much earlier than in other provinces of the Ming Dynasty. Just after the middle of October, it is already snowing heavily.

White snowflakes and black stones are mixed together, and many ragged Buddhist slaves are staggering among them.

In a temporary scripture room built outside the construction site, two monks from Zhenbao Temple who are in charge of supervision are chatting around the fire.

"Master Jiduo, according to the current progress, I am afraid that the construction of the outer city will not be completed before the blizzard comes. What should we do?"

The monk Qiangba with a square face looked outside the scripture room for a few times and said with a worried tone.

"The decree of Living Buddha Zhenbao cannot be delayed."

The older Jido thought for a moment, then said without hesitation: "From today on, don't let these Buddhist slaves rest at night, let them speed up the progress."

"If you do this, the strong Buddhist slaves can bear it, but the children and the elderly..."

"Is it important?"

Jido raised his eyelids slightly and looked at him coldly.

"The life and death of these slaves is of course not important."

Qiangba said quickly: "I am just worried that too many deaths will cause them to rebel. In recent years, the faith of the Buddhist slaves has become less and less pious."

"It is precisely because of this that the plateau has bred demons and chaos."

Jiduo paused, and then said indifferently: "But your worries are not unreasonable. In this case, you can find two corrupt demon slaves tonight. Eat a few people, and the rest will naturally be honest."

"Master Jiduo, you are still thoughtful. Five ga can be equivalent to a horse. If so many Buddhist slaves work day and night, they will definitely complete the task on time."

Qiangba looked flattering, picked up the teapot on the fire, and stood up to pour a bowl of steaming tea for Jiduo.

"Master Jiduo, you said that those Ming people are so rampant in our Sangyan Buddhist country, and many temples have been destroyed by them. When will the Buddhas on the sacred mountain show their anger and destroy them?"

"Do you really want to destroy those Ming people, or are you worried that Sangyan Sacred Mountain cannot stop their atrocities?"

Listening to Jiduo's question, Qiangba's face tightened, and he hurriedly said loudly: "Of course I want to kill them. I wish I could eat them alive, fill the Buddha's golden cup with their blood, feed the vultures in the sky with their meat, wrap their intestines around stones, and bury them in the dirtiest feces!"

"Qiangba, you are a person with Buddha's blessing. Although you haven't entered the order yet, your heart to Buddha must not waver at all."

Jiduo twisted a string of Bodhi beads in his hands, and said solemnly: "Just wait and see, it won't be long before these Ming people will pay the price for all the blasphemous crimes they have committed."

"Especially the Confucian master Zhang Siyuan. This evil ghost has destroyed countless temples in our Sangyan Buddhist Kingdom. Even if he dies ten thousand times, his sins cannot be washed away!"

Qiangba said fanatically: "There are also the two sacred mountains of Dazhao and Baima. If it weren't for their cowardice and incompetence, how could the Ming people set foot in the foreign land?"

"They are not just cowardly, but also hide an ugly and vicious heart in their stomachs."

Jiduo obviously knows more inside information, and said coldly: "Greed has eroded their Buddhist hearts. They want to use Confucian masters to get more benefits from us. They have forgotten how much our Sangyan Buddhist Kingdom has contributed to the entire foreign Buddhist sect over the years!"

In the eyes of Qiangba, who has not yet entered the order, this is a blood-pumping battle to protect the Buddha. Although the Buddha's order to start the war has not yet been issued on the Sangyan Sacred Mountain, he has long been unable to contain his excitement and is eager to know more news.

"Master Jiduo, I heard that those Ming people have been blocked outside the sacred mountain by Naqu Living Buddha and dare not take another step. Is this true?"

"Of course, how can the majesty of the sacred mountain allow them to invade?"

Jiduo said proudly: "All the tolerance now is just because Sangyan Buddha is casting his flesh body with the supreme Dharma, and he cannot bring down the Buddha's wrath. As long as they wait for the casting to be completed, what awaits these Ming people is only cold death!"

"And Dazhao and Baima, their sacred mountains will be reduced to plains under the feet of Sangyan Buddha. In the future, the name of Buddha praised on the plateau will only be Sangyan, and there will be no place for them!"

A Buddhist war to eradicate dissidents is just around the corner.

Qiangba was extremely excited, and in his mind he envisioned the magnificent scene of Sangyan Buddha's light illuminating the entire Fandi.

"After I finish the task at hand, I will ask the Living Buddha Zhenbao to build a Buddhist kingdom for you in advance and reshape your body. By then, you will be a true Buddhist son of Sangyan, and a Vajra who slays demons and monsters under the Living Buddha's seat."

Jiduo smiled and looked at Qiangba who knelt down in front of him with a plop.

"I will never forget the kindness of Master Jiduo."

Qiangba understood and said respectfully: "On the day when you take the throne and become a Living Buddha, I will be the most pious protector."

Just as the two were chatting enthusiastically, a few uneasy exclamations of Buddhist slaves suddenly came from outside the scripture room.

Jiduo frowned slightly and gave Qiangba a look.

The latter quickly got up, walked to the door, lifted the thick door curtain, and saw a staggering figure approaching in the noisy wind and snow in the distance.

The Buddhist slaves covered with thick snow also noticed this figure, and stopped their movements.

In the Fan land, Buddhist slaves will never be allowed to leave the Buddhist land of their own temples.

The monks of the temple will not travel far without slaves to serve them.

So such a lonely figure is very rare in the Fan land.

Unless he is a wandering Buddhist slave who has lost the protection of the temple.

A few days ago, there were rumors that a demon riot broke out in Jinzhu Village, a hundred miles away. Could he be a Buddhist slave from Jinzhu Village who escaped, or a demon infected with corruption? !

As the figure approached, a sense of uneasiness spread among the Buddhist slaves.

Many Fanmin men clenched the hammers in their hands to hit the stones, blocked the children and women, and stared at the distance with a nervous face.

Until they saw the face of the person clearly, the nervous expressions of the crowd eased a little.

There are no claws and scales, and there is no creepy dark yellow in the pupils.

This is an ordinary Buddhist slave.

"He's not a demon, what are you afraid of?"

A short old woman from the tribe shook off the hands of her family members pulling her sleeves, took out an iron kettle wrapped in cotton cloth from under her felt robe, and trotted over.

A broken wooden bowl filled with oil tea was handed to Dunzhu.

The oil tea had long lost its temperature, and even the snowflakes that fell on it could not melt, swirling in the turbid liquid.

"Child, where are you from? How could you be a person?"

Dunzhu took the bowl of oil tea with both hands, and a simple smile appeared on his dirty face.

"Ama, I'm from Jinzhu Village."

The old woman subconsciously took a half step back when she heard the words, with a look of fear and uneasiness on her face.

"Jinzhu Village, has it really been disturbed by demons?"

Dunzhu buried his face in the bowl, drank the oil tea in big gulps, and said nothing.

"I pity you. You must have suffered a lot on your way out. Otherwise, you will..."

Hearing the gurgling swallowing sound, the old woman knew that the child in front of her probably had not eaten for a long time. The kindness in her heart overwhelmed the fear.

But before she could finish her words, a roar suddenly came from behind her.

"Get out!"

The old woman was unable to dodge and was pushed to the ground by the monk Qiangba who rushed over.

The iron kettle fell into the snow, and the soup flowed out and soon drained away.

Qiangba looked up at this wandering Buddhist slave. The other party was still drinking oil tea at this time, and his anger grew stronger.

"What a courage! Which temple are you from? How dare you escape into the Buddhist land of Zhenbao Temple?!"

Dunzhu slowly put down the bowl in his hand and revealed his face.

"Are you a monk from Zhenbao Temple?"

Qiangba was shocked to see a shocking scar extending from the center of the eyebrows to the chin, almost splitting the other person's face in half.

The murderous intent that followed made his pupils shrink suddenly, and the whole person was absent-minded for a moment.

At this moment, the wooden bowl fell out of his hand.

Dunzhu stepped forward, and a cold light flashed out from his sleeve like lightning, stabbing directly into the monk's jaw.

Puff!

The monk's eyes were instantly dyed red with blood, the veins on his forehead kept beating, and his mouth kept making gurgling sounds. His hands tightly grasped Dunzhu's sleeves.

"I am not a Buddhist slave, I am a foreigner, and my name is Dunzhu."

Dunzhu held the monk's head tightly with his left hand, and slowly twisted his wrist holding the knife, smashing the other party's brain and wisdom hidden in the skull.

With a sizzling sound, Dunzhu's sleeve was torn to pieces. Qiangba stared, grabbed the half sleeve, and fell straight backwards.

"Huh"

Dunzhu exhaled the turbid air that had accumulated in his lungs.

At this moment, he felt that his body was like a long-dry land, and finally waited for the rain from the sky when he was in despair.

Although it was not much, it greatly relieved the pain caused by the cracks.

A strong excitement surged in his heart, and the breathing that was originally a little rapid due to nervousness quickly calmed down.

The turbid air was gone, and new air was born.

The biting cold air filled his body, and Dunzhu felt that his numb five senses were becoming fresh again. The pungent smell of blood aroused the desire in his heart.

An extremely strong desire for revenge.

"Ama."

Dunzhu leaned over to pick up the wooden bowl that fell on the snow, and looked at the woman who was stunned by the scene in front of him, grinning and showing a mouthful of white teeth.

"My Jinzhu Village is not in chaos caused by demons, but by Buddhas."

"This man is a demon in human skin, kill him!"

Jido saw Qiangba fall in a pool of blood with his own eyes, and was immediately shocked and angry.

A slave actually attacked his master. Is this still a land controlled by the three sacred mountains?

He shouted at the Buddhist slaves around him and ordered them to go forward and besiege Dunzhu.

The panicked Buddhist slaves heard the roar and subconsciously looked back, but they were all stunned.

The horrified look from their eyes made Jido's heart tremble suddenly, and his stiff neck raised inch by inch.

At some point, a huge shadow covered the sky above his head, and the blood-red single eye was the blood moon hanging on the sky. The boundless fear instantly devoured Jido's mind.

"Is the master of Zhenbao Temple in the city?"

Li Jun looked at the stupid monk and repeated his words helplessly.

But Jido, who was in a state of unconsciousness, still had no reaction.

Bang!

Red and white blood and broken bones splashed on the ground in a fan shape, and the half-dead body fell to the ground with a thud.

Li Jun sighed and grabbed a ball of snow to wipe his hands.

At this moment, the Buddhist slaves who finally came to their senses screamed for a long time and fled in all directions.

The horse king flicked a little flame to light the scripture room, turned his head and looked at Dunzhu who was helping the old woman up in the distance, and asked: "Are you really determined to let him take the martial arts sequence?"

Li Jun smiled noncommittally: "At least for now, it seems that he is quite talented in this path."

"Faction, or go it alone?"

"This is not something I can decide, it depends on his own luck."

Li Jun said: "Now I just gave him a ninth-grade internal skill through Taotie, and I can't see what the gene's carrying capacity is. If his awakened genes can withstand the unsystematic martial arts, then he is qualified to be a lone walker."

"You clearly didn't agree to be his master that day, why did you spend so much time on this? Why is he so strong? Just because you can't bear it and want to help? "

Prince Ma advised: "What Ming Fei said actually makes sense. There are countless Buddhist slaves in this land. They have been kneeling for hundreds and thousands of years. You can't help them all."

"I am not only helping him, but also helping myself."

"When I was in Nanchang Prefecture, an elder told me that the opportunity to break through the four into three rituals alone is in the land. At that time, I thought he was just playing tricks, but now I think it is really possible."

"Xinhuo, then it should be set on fire."

Li Jun pointed to the top of his head, looked at Prince Ma and smiled: "Otherwise, how can you burn through this dark sky?"

Inside the Zhenbao Temple.

A group of monks in red robes knelt down under the Sumeru throne, not daring to make a sound.

The temple master Qinri, who was sitting on the throne, frowned at this moment, and his face was gloomy.

He was in a bad mood during this period.

One reason was that the negotiations in the Nagqu Golden Temple were not going smoothly.

Those Ming people with great backgrounds did not give Sangyan Temple any face. If it were not for the ambiguous attitude of the Dazhao and Baima families, which made them afraid to act rashly, they would have entered the Sangyan Sacred Mountain by now.

But the current deadlock will eventually be broken.

If the negotiations really break down, there will inevitably be a battle between Sangyan Temple and the New Donglin Party.

At that time, a Buddhist Order 5 like myself who has just qualified to be called a "living Buddha" will be just a slightly larger cannon fodder.

I am afraid that even those senior Order 4 living Buddhas will not be able to survive.

To put it bluntly, although Sangyan is one of the three sacred mountains with supreme authority in the Fandi area, it is only one of the six Buddhist Order temples. How can it fight against the New Donglin Party that has all-powerful power in the Confucian Order?

The two parties are not on the same level at all.

If a fight really breaks out, the entire Sangyan Buddhist sect will be like an egg hitting a stone.

Apart from these major trends that Qinduo could not control, another thing that made him feel depressed was that the news of his body casting had not been reported back.

"What are those people from Nongxu doing? Could it be that they also want to sit on the fence and think that Sangyan Temple can't survive this and want to jump off the boat to escape?"

Just as Qinri was cursing inwardly, his heart suddenly tightened for no reason.

Qinri, who was in deep thought, suddenly looked up and saw that a strange man was standing in front of the door of the Sutra Hall.

What made him feel desperate was that his Buddhist thoughts were empty.

Li Jun raised his foot and stepped over the threshold, and the carved beams and painted buildings continued to collapse behind him.

The monks kneeling on the ground did not move at this moment, allowing the falling bricks and stones to fall on them and drown them.

The exquisite and luxurious Sutra Hall collapsed into ruins, and the gradually brightening moonlight shone on Qinri's pale face.

"Are you the Treasure Living Buddha?"

"No, my lord"

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, a cloud of blood mist exploded on the Sumeru throne.

A hand reached in, grabbed the root-shaped wisdom root that twisted out from the cranial crack, and pulled it out of Qinri's body inch by inch.

"You are arrogant and cowardly, but you are afraid of death. Buddha has a thousand hands, and life has two sides. You really have all the five poisons."

Li Jun casually threw away the bloody meat ball in his hand and turned to walk out.

Outside the palace gate, the foreign people Dunzhu clenched his fists and his eyes were burning.

"Let's go to the next seat."