Hanshan Temple was originally a devastated temple in Suzhou, but because of the night mooring of a Maple Bridge, it has become a place where literati and famous people gather.

Hou Xuanyan brought people into the temple, and faced a monk leaning lazily at the door, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw a fierce team of soldiers entering the temple.

The little shaman screamed and hurriedly ran to the temple to report the news.

Hou Xuanyan led the crowd into the temple and saw a bronze tripod in the middle of the terrace at the entrance of the main hall, with four big words "One serious" engraved on it.

Hou Xuanyan sneered: "It's really a pity that they said it."

The headmaster Yang Qingshan, who was transferred by him, turned red and said, "Mr. Governor, these are two sentences, and there are four words on the back of the word "Hundreds of Fine-Made into Steel."

It turns out that this tripod also has allusions, and it also involves a dispute over Buddhism and Taoism. Once, monks and Taoist priests in the temple had a dispute, and they were competing to see whose scriptures could withstand the burning of fire. The Buddhists put the Diamond Sutra into the fire of the copper tripod, and the scriptures were safe and sound. To praise this past, they engraved this eight characters on the tripod to commemorate them.

After listening to Yang Qingshan's explanation, Hou Xuanyan was even more despised. Without thinking, you know that this group of Indian A San fans must have used tricks from all over the world. If the scriptures cannot be burned, it has nothing to do with the contents in the scriptures, and it is 80% related to the materials in the scriptures.

A fair and fat monk, with a group of monk soldiers, rushed out cursingly.

When he saw the hundreds of people behind Hou Xuanyan, all holding sharp blades, the old monk hurriedly carried the stick behind him, throwing it to the ground without anyone noticing.

He bowed his head with one hand and proclaimed the Buddha's name. There seemed to be a flowing light on his face, and the treasure was solemn, like a possession of a god and a Buddha.

"Amitabha, the donor came to the temple, don't know what is the matter?"

Hou Xuanyan seemed to have not heard of it, so he turned around and said to Yang Qingshan: "In a short time, transport this bronze tripod to the Wubei Department, I think it can make a lot of arrows."

The old monk was shocked. They had always been calculating other people's money, and they were all behind the scenes. However, this young man discussed robbing his own things in front of him.

Hou Xuanyan turned to him, spitted and cursed, "I look pretty, but unfortunately I have a bad heart. I heard that you and Duoduo's soldiers are going to offer a group of our Han women to Dorgon, the Regent of the Qing Dynasty?"

The old monk said calmly, "Don't believe people's words easily. Our Hanshan Temple is one of the ten famous temples in the world. Although the monks in the temple say that Buddhism is not very good, they are dedicated to goodness and will never do that."

Hou Xuanyan was so angry that he laughed, and did not find the monk caught by Yihongyuan to expose him. He smiled and pointed to the bronze tripod and said, "I heard that there is a Diamond Sutra in your temple, which cannot be burned even if it is thrown into the fire, right?"

The old monk was delighted, pronounced a Buddha's name, and said, "What the donor said is not bad. Come on, come and bring the treasure sutras and let the donor see it."

What he thought was that if Hou Xuanyan saw the indestructible scriptures, he would not obey and respect the Buddha.

Hou Xuanyan waved his hand and said, "No need, since it has been passed down for a long time, it must be true."

The monks all looked happy, but only the old monk still looked like a gentle and elegant monk.

Hou Xuanyan continued to ask: "It is really a strange thing for all ages to not burn paper when it encounters fire. So do you think this is because of the material of the scriptures or the power of the content of the scriptures?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Of course, the scriptures left by the Buddha appeared."

"Okay, the Diamond Sutra is a Buddhist treasure book. I think everyone will recite it?"

The monks nodded for no reason.

Hou Xuanyan laughed and said, "Man is the chief of all things, and paper is the dead. Dead things can have such power because they record scriptures, and I think the people are even more so. We are all a group of ordinary people here, but the masters have read Buddhist scriptures, so please ask the master to perform for us. Come on, make a fire!"

The monks were shocked and knew that they could not be good, so they would never disguise themselves. The old monk in charge showed his hideous look and shouted, "Someone destroyed my Buddhism, and all the disciples followed me to fight out."

The monks picked up the sticks and rushed over with a scream. Hou Xuanyan sneered, retreated, and a neat row of archers surged out from behind.

To Hou Xuanyan's surprise, these monks were fearless and fearless. The rain of arrows killed dozens of lives in front of them, and the other monks rushed in front of them in a blink of an eye.

Yang Shu protected Hou Xuanyan and retreated to the mountain gate. Looking at the battle in front of the hall, Hou Xuanyan's eyes gradually became serious. These monks were ruthless and vicious, just like a group of bandits who could do everything they could.

The old monk in the lead was even more fierce and powerful. Every move was full of tremendous power. The constables and guards who were beaten by him all fell to the ground and wailed, losing their combat effectiveness.

Yang Shu was in the early years and was knowledgeable. He said in a deep voice: "Young Master, I think these thieves are mostly bald, they are mostly tyrants who have occupied the magpie's nest and become monks halfway."

"Catch it first, let's talk about it. Go and help subdue this old thief."

Yang Qingshan was in the battle and felt extremely miserable. These monks fought easily and did not look like Buddhist disciples at all. The more his brothers fought, they were getting more and more difficult, and they gradually couldn't stand it.

Fortunately, at this time, Yang Shu joined the battle and directly found the old monk and started fighting with him.

The old monk had no time to take care of him. Although the other monks were also very vicious, the constables had more than half of the pressure.

At this time, there was a strange cry outside the mountain gate. Xu Yuanbao and more than a thousand soldiers surrounded Hanshan Temple and rushed into the temple. He was carrying a wolf tooth stick, wearing soft armor, and red scarf. In this ancient temple, it looked a bit similar to the glaring Vajra at the mountain gate.

"Brother, are you going to live and die?"

Before Hou Xuanyan could speak, the old monk's shout came from the center of the hall gate.

The old monk was a bachelor. When he saw that the gap between us and us was getting bigger and bigger, he simply raised his weapon over his head and shouted, "I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore, we will surrender."

Hong Yizhuo, who was mercilessly preparing to fight, looked at them with sympathy.
Chapter completed!