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At this moment, in the Western Buddhist country, Shicheng, a magnificent Buddhist temple stands in the center of the city.

This temple is called "Ten Thousand Buddha Hall", a Buddhist holy place, magnificent and majestic, like a bright pearl inlaid in the center of Shicheng.

In the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall, on the towering dome, there are colorful and lifelike patterns of Buddhas preaching.

Three Buddhist platforms tower into the clouds, and there is nothing above them, as if waiting for some kind of sacred arrival.

Around the Buddhist platform, incense is lingering, and clouds and mist are lingering, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity.

Below, dozens of exquisite cushions are scattered in the hall in an orderly manner, and several figures are sitting on each cushion. They are old or young, fat or thin, but without exception, they all close their eyes and recite Buddhist scriptures devoutly, with low and melodious voices echoing in every corner of the hall.

The sunlight shines through the huge window lattices into the hall, complementing the magnificent decorations and forming a series of stunning pictures.

On the walls of the hall, various Buddhist stories are carved, each of which is vivid, as if telling the vicissitudes and changes of thousands of years.

Suddenly, a monk with his hands clasped together and a kind face slowly walked into the hall.

He was wearing a cassock and walked lightly, and every step seemed to be on an invisible rhythm.

He glanced at the people in the hall and said, "Brothers, news has come from the border that Wucheng was slaughtered, all the believers in the city were not spared, and all the Buddhist temples were destroyed."

As soon as these words came out, the chanting in the hall paused, as if even the air had frozen for a moment.

Everyone opened their eyes, their faces were filled with astonishment, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

A being on the mat had a haggard face, but his eyes were bright.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "Has the human army made any moves?"

The monk who had just entered the hall shook his head and replied: "According to the news from the border, the human army only sent a small team to investigate the source of the drought, and the army did not make any moves."

After these words, the atmosphere in the hall eased a little.

But the worry on everyone's face did not dissipate, but became more solemn.

They knew very well that Wucheng's experience was by no means accidental, and there must be a bigger conspiracy behind it.

At this time, another being sitting on the mat had a dignified face and a burly figure.

He stood up slowly, his eyes were sharp, and his voice was as loud as a bell: "This matter is of great importance and cannot be taken lightly."

"Send the Luohan who crossed the river to take the Discipline Institute and the Asura Department to investigate this matter thoroughly. Make sure to find out the truth, severely punish the murderer, and rectify the dignity of Buddhism!"

As soon as these words came out, a low chanting sound rang out in the hall again, as if it was an approval and prayer for the decision of the middle-aged monk.

Everyone nodded one after another, their eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

The monk who had just entered the hall put his hands together, chanted Amitabha, and turned away.

His back stretched out in the sun.

In the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall, peace and tranquility were restored again.

At the same time, in the vast western frontier of China, the Western Military Region Fortress stood like a steel fortress on the vast land.

Inside the fortress, Marshal Sun was sitting behind a large desk, and his figure looked particularly solemn under the dim light.

With a sharp gaze, he stared at the news that Zhong Xin had just presented, as if he wanted to engrave every word into his heart.

This news was like a heavy bomb, instantly setting off a huge wave in Marshal Sun's heart.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, and asked in a low and powerful voice: "A Buddhist city under the rule of the Western Buddhist Kingdom was massacred? How is this possible?"

Marshal Sun put down the paper report in his hand, his eyes locked, and his face was full of solemnity and doubt.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the office, and every step seemed extremely heavy.

Various possibilities were rapidly turning in his mind, trying to find the truth of this incident.

"Did other monster forces do it?"

Marshal Sun muttered to himself, with a hint of sharpness in his eyes.

He knew that humans did not send strong people to carry out such a dangerous mission.

Even if they really sent them, it would not be a feat that one or two people could accomplish to massacre the city.

"Besides, the main enemy of my Western Military Region is the Western Buddhist Kingdom."

Marshal Sun said to himself again.

"If they send people to slaughter the cities of the Western Buddhist Kingdom, I, the Marshal of the Western Military Region, cannot be unaware of it!"

So, which monster force would attack the Western Buddhist Kingdom at this time?

Marshal Sun's mind quickly flashed through several monster forces bordering the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

The dragon's nest in the south; the sea tribes along the coast; and the angels further west.

However, Marshal Sun quickly denied these possibilities. "But,These forces have formed an alliance with the Western Buddhist Kingdom under the leadership of the Mechanical Heaven Kingdom. "

He frowned, his heart full of doubts, "The main purpose of their alliance is to deal with humans. Now the goal has not been achieved, why would they fight each other at this juncture?"

Marshal Sun fell into deep thought again, his eyes swept back and forth in the office, as if looking for clues to the answer.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he thought of something. "Could it be that the angels are fighting for faith? "

He said to himself, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

After all, the battle between the angels and the Western Buddhist Kingdom over faith has lasted for countless years, and the two sides have fought countless conflicts and wars to compete for believers and places of faith.

But at this sensitive moment, will the angels really take the risk to fight for faith?

Marshal Sun was full of doubts and uneasiness.

What's more, the angels have also formed an alliance with the Buddhist Kingdom...

This made him even more unbelievable and confused.

Marshal Sun was unsure, and he knew the importance of information.

But getting information from the Western Buddhist Kingdom is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

There are believers everywhere there, who believe in Buddhism devoutly and are full of awe and loyalty to the Buddhist Kingdom.

If the spies want to obtain intelligence there, they are undoubtedly dancing on the edge of a knife. If they are not careful, their identities will be exposed, or even their lives will be lost.

"Alas, there is too little information. "

Marshal Sun sighed, his face full of helplessness and anxiety.

He knew very well that in this era where information is king, without enough information, it is like groping in the dark, and you may fall into the abyss at any time.

A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes again. This city that was massacred was almost the farthest distance they could explore.

"It seems that we have to strengthen our intelligence work."

Marshal Sun said in a deep voice, with a firm light flashing in his eyes.

"Could this massacre be related to the drought in the west?"

He must find the truth as soon as possible to gain more initiative and advantages for the Western Military Region.

Suddenly, Marshal Sun thought of a person!

Fang Ming!

Could it be that kid who did it?

Marshal Sun thought about it and shook his head.

"The massacre is no less than a small battle. Can he, a fairy and a dragon, massacre the city?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"