martial law

This matter is not over.

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Chapter 370

"The troops are divided into two groups, Wanwan, sneak into Luoyang City at night, 'persuade' Shangguan Long, and start building momentum.

Don't disturb Rong Fengxiang, the richest man in Luoyang, if the news I got is correct, Rong Jiaojiao, the daughter of the Rong family, is one of the five bright sons taught by Daming Zun. "

Yang Lin slapped it down with his palm, and the soil and rocks on the ground surged, and a small soil bag was raised at the place where Ning Daoqi died, and a grave was erected.

After all, the opponent is one of the three great masters in the world, so he cannot expose his corpse to the wilderness.

This is respect for the enemy and respect for oneself.

The identity of the great master must still be paid attention to.

He stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of wood, cut out a tombstone, luckily fingered it, and wrote: "Ning Daoqi's Tomb" in big characters, standing in front of the grave, with some smiles in his eyes.

Feel free to order Wanwan to go to Luoyang to handle errands.

Shangguanlong of the Luoyang Gang was originally a subordinate force of the Yingui Sect. However, over the years, most of the senior members of the gang have been won over by Rong Fengxiang.

Sometimes they are helping the Yingui Sect to handle affairs, and sometimes they are helping Daming Zunjiao to disturb things.

These don't have to be too clear at all.

Wan Wan came forward as the next suzerain of the Yin Gui sect and also a saint, and her level of Heavenly Demon Art was comparable to that of Zhu Yuyan...

As long as her people arrive, no matter what plans the Luoyang gang has, they will definitely not dare to resist in person.

Moreover, after so much experience, Wan Wan is also strong enough to be alone.

When dealing with a local gang, she will only do better than Kou Zhong, not worse than him.

"Yes, Your Majesty, since Rong Fengxiang is unclear, as the richest man in Luoyang, should he be controlled as well?

Moreover, to capture Rong Jiaojiao... Da Ming Zunjiao and other forces outside the Great Wall also came to the Central Plains to stir up troubles, so they should not be allowed to let them go. "

Wanwan is eager to try.

As soon as she made her debut, she fell into Yang Lin's hands for the first mission. After being subdued, she changed into Yang Lin's appearance from body to heart.

The Girl's Heart Sutra can be said to be extremely evil and orthodox.

Once the master-slave is established, it will remain unchanged until death.

Loyalty above, there is no need to worry anymore.

Moreover, although this technique can subtly change some personal tendencies, it does not change the personality and way of doing things of the person concerned at all.

She is still the same brilliant, eccentric little witch.

It is a basic operation to do things by hook or by crook.

At this time, she wanted to make more contributions and do more things to please her king, and her enthusiasm for doing things was extremely high.

"Okay, make sure the campaign is complete, and you can specialize in the rest.

Wang Shichong and Yang Yu's struggle for power should not be ignored for the time being, let them bite dogs and waste some strength.

Wang Shichong did his best, he recruited a large number of masters, and didn't start until he was able to confront the Dugu family head-on. He was not satisfied with the position of Zheng Guogong, and if he wanted to become emperor, he was up to him. "

"Yes."

Wanwan smiled sweetly.

She knew what Yang Lin wanted to do.

After witnessing the battle between him and Ning Daoqi, she didn't have the slightest worry in her heart.

Looking back, the light waves in the eyes flowed, and the charming body jumped like a cloud drifting away.

This is going straight to Luoyang City.

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Yang Lin glanced at Ning Daoqi's lonely grave, and there was still a bloody smell on his nose.

He shook his head, turned his direction, and headed towards the direction Kong left, with his sleeves fluttering across mountains and ridges to the south.

After walking for a short time, I saw a long path paved with white fine stones, enough for four horses to run side by side.

Further up, there are [-] white jade steps.

Looking up, at the platform on the mountainside, I saw a vast temple.

Jingnian Temple has arrived.

Jingnian Temple is worthy of being one of the two holy places of Buddhism. There are hundreds of buildings in the temple, just like a small city.

In the center are seven large halls and a small bronze hall with a width and depth of thirty feet and a height of one and a half feet.

Except for the copper hall, all buildings are covered with three-color glazed tiles with bright colors.

Exuding luxury and solemnity.

In front of the bronze hall, there is a vast platform plaza built with white stone and surrounded by white stone railings.

A bronze statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva riding a golden lion is enshrined in the middle, and there are three Buddhas such as Medicine Master, Sakyamuni and Amitabha beside the shrine...

All kinds of painted statues and gold ornaments are quite bold.

On the square, except for the four entrances and exits of stone steps, there are five hundred arhats distributed on average, all made of gold and copper, and all of them have lifelike expressions.

Originally, as one of the two holy places of Buddhism, the most prestigious Buddhist temple in the world naturally had a lot of ostentation.

Whether it is day or night.

It must be heavily guarded and no one dares to break in.

Even the dignitaries in Luoyang City, if they want to enter the temple to offer incense, they have to hand in the worship stickers early and get permission before they can go up.

But now, there is no one on duty. Looking around, you can see a large group of bald monks showing off. There are a total of two to three hundred people, all gathered on the square in front of the Copper Hall.

Surrounded in a circle, with compassionate faces, chanting scriptures.

The sound of Fanbei chanting scriptures is empty and far away, with the meaning of rebirth in bliss, from which one can hear sadness, relief, and an indescribable sense of relief.

Yang Lin didn't study Buddhist scriptures, so he couldn't tell which scripture they were reading.

He didn't come here this time to watch the ceremony.

Liao Kong was directly pierced through the back of his heart with his own yin and yang rosary, and his heart was completely lost. No matter how strong his vitality was, he would inevitably die.

Yang Lin was surprised to be able to hold on and run back to the Buddhist monastery before dying.

In fact, there is no difference.

Yang Lin didn't come to the funeral either.

His intention for coming here is simple.

After stepping on the long steps, with a slight flick of the finger, the huge copper bell with a height of five meters on the bell tower rang loudly.

A huge sound wave resounded like thunder, resounding through the monastery, shaking the surrounding houses to hum.

Hundreds of monks were shocked, they woke up from the chanting, and turned their heads to look.

In the lead was an old monk, whose figure was erraticly moving forward, followed by four big monks who were nearly two meters tall and had bulging muscles.

In fact, these monks were not young, and everyone frowned coldly, looking fierce, holding a magic subduing pestle, a handy shovel, a bronze stick, and a tin-ringed Zen staff in their hands.

The skin not covered by the monk's robe is yellow and clear, just like the vajra in the temple.

More than 200 monks in the back, each with a knife and a stick, put out a big circle, as if facing a big enemy.

"The backer king came late at night, but came to seek revenge?

Brother Kong has already died in your hands, what grievances can't be resolved, if you have to forgive others and forgive others, why should the benefactor be aggressive? "

The old monk was full of compassion, and there was a hint of anger in his words.

Really complied with that sentence, the Buddha also has fire.

What's more, these monks who have not yet become Buddhas.

"It's meaningless to say that. My king came to Luoyang, and it didn't hinder Buddhism and Taoism. Zen Master Liao Kong and Ning Daoqi, regardless of their status, ambushed this king late at night. What's the reason?"

Yang Lin shook his head: "Everything has a cause and an effect. Since you people who are cultivators outside of Fangwai don't want to stay in your place to enjoy the happiness, but you want to get out of the fire yourself. Then, when you burn yourself, you must not blame others."

He walked down slowly, looked directly at the hundreds of monks as nothing, and said coldly: "You Jingnian Temple is a Buddhist holy place in the Central Plains, presided over Kong to do such disgraceful things, just say a few words, just want to expose this thing, that is impossible.

Ning Daoqi is already dead, and he is also dead when he is empty. What is your name, old monk, but you also want to try your hand at this king? "

"The poor monk Liao Fan... Enemies should be resolved rather than entangled. Brother Liao Kong has already paid a heavy price for what he has done. Why does the King of the Mountain take his anger out on the innocent monks in He Temple?

If the act of bullying the weak is spread, it will be detrimental to the prince's reputation. "

"You really know how to think about this king. Since you know that you are weak, why don't you kneel down when you see this king face to face?"

A sneer flashed in Yang Lin's eyes.

If the situation is not right, admit cowardly, and if you have the upper hand, chase after it.

The monks played really well with this method.

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Chapter 371 Can You Still Smile?

"Presumptuous, how dare you be so rampant in the holy land of Buddhism?"

Yang Lin knelt down and exited.

Before the old monk could express his position, the monks below had already begun to murmur and whisper, their faces full of dissatisfaction.

Among the four great monks with golden skin, some people couldn't help shouting angrily.

The second one from the left, with a huge figure and a fat monk holding a Zen stick, glared at him and leaped fiercely like a tiger.

With a bang, the Zen stick hit him head-on.

The wind was like cutting, a series of tinkling clangs sounded in the air, interspersed with the sound of rumbling thunder, they attacked Yang Lin like the top of a mountain.

This monk is so rich...

A thought flashed in Yang Lin's mind.

He found that the opponent's Zen stick was actually made of gold.

Under the light of the torches and oil lamps, the brilliance shone brightly, and some rings on the top of the Zen staff had the effect of shocking the mind.

Ordinary people are upset when they hear it, and they can't get up their strength.

This is a weapon specially made by Buddhism for subduing demons.

Yang Lin's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't even look at the Zen staff that fell on his head, he slapped it with his backhand.

The flow of black and white light is illusory, but just reflected in the eyes of everyone, the roar of the dragon can be heard in their ears.

Numerous dragon-shaped winds entangled, one palm came later and arrived first, and it had already been imprinted on the fat monk's chest.

For a while, the golden light was prosperous.

"Not crazy..."

"stop!"

"Don't be impulsive."

The two parties moved very quickly.

The fat monk shouted angrily, and fell down like a diamond, like a diamond subduing a demon, so fast that people almost didn't react.

When Yang Lin also followed suit, the old monk exclaimed out loud when he found Fan Fan and the others who were more mature and prudent.

They couldn't help but panic.

Even Zen Master Kong, who was about to reach the age of a hundred and had unfathomable cultivation, was also beaten to death by the other party.

I heard that the great master Ning Daoqi also died in the wilderness with hatred. What kind of abilities do they have to dare to fight this person.

Isn't that suicidal?