Chapter 1172 Perfection of Experience
"Shizi, the evil beast of Jingdao has been killed and retreated. This is the casualties of our side!"
Next to a huge gully, Yuantong couldn't bear it, looking at the soil below, burying countless corpses.
Among these corpses, there are bald monks and believers who practice on behalf of others. At this moment, the corpses piled up with each other and were filled with soil, and they couldn't tell how many of them were.
Beside him, a monk stepped down respectfully, and even though he lowered his head, he could not hide his respect in his eyes.
After the three-pointer of Shimen, Jingdao and the Brahma Sect rose strongly, trying to join forces to defeat Shimen and divide the territory and manpower.
In the Taoist side, facing a hundred schools of thought, it seems that the whole world is enemies, but in fact it is united internally, and it is far from as many crises as Shu.
After the sect split, it was not cut cleanly and neatly, and there were still many broken threads inside.
Many monks from the Buddhist sect are still inevitably bewitched by the sutras of the two schools of Pure Dao, or hidden selfishness, or are attracted to the depravity.
And the Shimen side is also trying hard to win the members of the other two families to abandon the secret and turn to the light.
In short, there are me among the three families, and you among me, and you are among the two.
Today, a monk brought the temple to join the other houses, and tomorrow there will be a large-scale attack on the cleanup of the portal, triggering a war between the two houses.
This is why, the Taoism declined and the rise of hundreds of schools of thought, and the three Buddhist and Taoist sects did not take the opportunity to expand and develop, and they were really trapped in internal friction.
The three families continued to fight, with heavy casualties, but many geniuses appeared.
The son of the Buddhist sect, Yuantong, the son of Jingdao, Wuming, and Hehuan, the son of the Brahma Sect, have grown into the leader of the three families, with the strong men under their command.
In addition, many young monks have been promoted to holy monks. Although they have also fallen, the overall number is increasing.
Among them, Shu Zi Yuantong is the well-deserved first person.
Generally speaking, the dispute between the three families is still the Purification and Taoism, and the Brahma Sect is jointly fought against the Shu Sect.
Therefore, Yuantong led the monks of the Shimen to fight against the two families in a joint attack, which was a powerful move to turn the tide.
Over the years, the Shura battlefield has been able to win a great victory in the complete Sutra, suppressing the Pure Dao, and the Brahma Sect cannot counterattack.
From top to bottom, all of Shumen were impressed by Yuantong. As long as they fought side by side with him, Yuantong was regarded as the savior.
"I know!"
Yuantong nodded, "Go down!"
When the monk next to him retreated, Yuantong sighed. Such a fierce battle wasted all the energy of Buddhism and Taoism.
The three-pointer of the Sect, after a brief peace, was a fierce battle for unity.
Although the number of holy monks has increased, the lower-level monks consume too quickly. Often, after a big battle, countless temples disappear.
Over the years, Yuantong occasionally traveled out and often saw abandoned temples in barren mountains. They were all monks who died and left unattended, and became the nests of foxes and rats.
As a Buddhist, he is also a Mahayana holy monk. He leads his troops every time he fights, and is cautious in killing evil in his hands.
Even the military minister and holy monk once said to him, "Yuantong, I will give it to you now!"
In a very old age, the military minister and the holy monk were very murderous and became famous for this. The implication was that Yuantong was almost surpassed him.
This is the current behavior. The bloody storm covers the three sects of Buddhism and Taoism, without any compassion, and with all kindness.
"What are those upper-level holy monks thinking?"
When Yuantong was idle, he thought to himself, but he couldn't figure it out even if he scratched his head.
That night, Yuantong meditated and rested. In a daze, he heard a voice, "Come with me!"
Unconsciously, Yuantong followed the traces of sound, left the station, fluttering and shaking, walking through a large fog barrier.
Gradually, he walked to a strange avenue and saw the shadows of people ahead.
Could it be that the person who called him over?
Yuantong took a few steps quickly, saw the figure clearly, and was about to ask, but was stunned.
It turned out that they were two vicious men wearing soap clothes that were as good as consent, and were binding a crying young man with all his strength.
"Give me your life, I won't go!"
"I just started to go to Jinbang High School and have a beautiful girl at home. Every day, people come to my house to deliver fields and shops to get gold and silver!"
"A bright future is in sight, I can't die!"
The young master struggled desperately, and his nose, tears were everywhere, "Let me go, I am willing to pay Xie Er with a thousand gold medal!"
Two men with tolerance look like men sneered when they heard this, "Daughter? If you can really take away your daughter after you die, I really want to admire you!"
"It's a pity that you join forces to win over, what can you buy us?"
"Be honest, otherwise you will pierce your bones with an iron hook and pull you to climb on the ground!"
The young master refused, but was unable to resist, and just begged for mercy in pain.
The tolers were impatient and took out the iron hook, one left and one right, hooked through the young master's collarbone, and dragged it away like a dog.
"Please ask, what is ahead?"
Seeing this, Yuantong finally couldn't help but ask.
"Monk?"
When the two tolerances saw Yuantong, they were first surprised, "A stranger?"
"I see!"
Before Yuantong could continue to ask questions, they kept silent, pointed ahead, and signaled him to continue walking forward.
The locked young master saw that the two were so polite to Yuantong, and asked for help.
"Master saves me. As long as you are merciful, after I return to my yang, I will definitely bid for a monk and donate my family's wealth to worship my Buddha!"
Yuantong stopped, turned around and said regretfully to him, "Young Master, you are willing to sacrifice your money and your life, but you are always unwilling to accept it. You are already dead!"
"It's so troublesome!"
"I will advise you to obey the orders of these two soul-snatching messengers, and you may suffer less!"
He had guessed that the destination of the trip had been invited.
After saying that, Yuantong took big steps forward, and disappeared on the ground after a few steps.
"I said, over the years, the old monk on the plain has invited a stranger to the underworld for the first time. What kind of abacus do you have?"
After Yuantong left, a soul-catching messenger spoke and asked curiously.
"What abacus can you have?"
His companion shook his head, "Over the years, monks have been fighting and killing each other, and the rivers on earth have become red, and the underworld has been making a lot of business!"
"Did you notice that the monastic community that followed the old monk on the plain has expanded to 100,000!"
"If this continues, the underworld will be filled with bald heads!"
The two soul-snatching messengers shook their heads while talking, always feeling that the bald men were playing a big game of chess, but with their status and insight, they could not see through it.
"I just hope that Mr. Yan can handle it properly!"
The soul-catching messenger touched the top of his head, and the lush roots made him feel a little relieved, "I don't want to shave my head!"
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"Senior Ksitigarbha!"
On the plain, Yuantong bows respectfully and folds his hands together.
Behind him is the Yellow Spring Road leading to the depths of the underworld. Countless wandering souls are stumbled forward and backward. On both sides of the road are soul-catching messengers, who are constantly scolding and beating like driving cattle and sheep, driving away wandering souls who have left the team out.
But in front of Yuantong, there was the old monk Ksitigarbha, who was shaped like a rotten wood, and was still chanting Buddhist scriptures.
What's even more spectacular is that behind Di Di, there were endless monks sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures with him.
Chapter completed!