Today's Qingliang Temple is very lively. It is not as quiet as in the past. It is like a pot of boiling water. There are a lot of people shouting and shouting. Dozens of lamas are walking around in the temple, searching each room, looking like they are about to scratch.
The three-foot posture made the monks of Qingliang Temple who were following them furious, but they did not dare to act rashly because of the abbot's decree.
Master Bayan, Master Chengguang, and Gui Zhong, a lama, a monk, and a Taoist priest, each sat on a futon and waited in the relatively spacious main hall.
Not long after, lamas came in a hurry to report back.
"Senior Brother Bayan, there is no front yard!"
"Senior Brother Bayan, there is no backyard!"
"Senior Brother Bayan, there is no branch hospital either!"
One by one, the lamas came to talk, but the face of Master Bayan, a middle-aged lama, became increasingly ugly, and at the same time he was filled with doubts, "Isn't there news that that person is in Qingliang Temple? How could it not be? What is hidden there?"
Where is it?" He was secretly anxious in his heart, but he still had some determination, but his expression did not change at all.
The old monk Chengguang also recited Buddhist scriptures silently, seemingly turning a blind eye to everything around him and looking very calm. However, Gui Zhong watched the old monk's eyebrows twitching from time to time. Apparently, his heart was not as calm as it seemed.
"There should be news soon?"
Gui Zhong murmured in his heart, but suddenly thought that those lamas' search like this would eventually find the whereabouts of Emperor Shunzhi. His stay in Qingliang Temple these days was not in vain. With his
Qinggong, except for Monk Chengguang, it was too difficult and almost impossible for anyone else in this temple to find his traces, so I also paid attention to the whereabouts of Emperor Shunzhi. Sure enough, he was in a small temple on the mountain behind Qingliang Temple.
I discovered that it was a lonely temple, with several monks guarding it at all times, and no strangers were allowed to enter, so I knew there was a ghost at a glance.
"Senior Brother Bayan, we found a small courtyard in the back mountain, but the monk from Qingliang Temple refused to let in!"
Sure enough, in less than a moment, a young lama came hurriedly and shouted before he entered the main hall.
"Oh?" Master Bayan's expression changed, and he was ecstatic, knowing that he might have found the whereabouts of that person. However, he still suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said to Chengguang with a gloomy face: "Master Chengguang, you
Didn't it mean that there is no one we are looking for in Qingliang Temple? Why is there still a place that is not allowed to be searched? Is there something wrong in your heart?"
This Master Bayan was immediately slapped with a big hat, making Gui Zhong almost stop laughing.
"Amitabha, Master Bayan, the back mountain is the forbidden area of our Qingliang Temple. A great monk of our sect has been sitting there for many years. If you are allowed to go in and search, wouldn't it ruin the senior's practice?
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Master Chengguang's expression changed a bit, and his tone became more serious and solemn.
"Huh, Master Chengguang, I think these are all excuses you made. I'm afraid it's just to avoid our search, right?"
Master Bayan sneered, stood up, and walked directly towards the back mountain. Master Chengguang stamped his feet repeatedly, wanting to stop Master Bayan, but he was worried that if a fight broke out, the entire Qingliang Temple would be affected today.
It was almost stained with blood, which made him feel unbearable, but the small courtyard behind the mountain was of great importance, and these lamas must not be allowed to go in and search. This put him in a dilemma.
"Master Chengguang, we'd better go and have a look, otherwise something might happen."
Gui Zhong saw that Master Bayan was walking very fast and was already far away, while Master Chengguang was still there with an uncertain expression on his face. He quickly said something, which finally made Master Chengguang wake up. He secretly screamed in shame and immediately chased after him.
Go up.
Gui Zhong followed behind with a relaxed expression. When he came to Wutai Mountain this time, one of the reasons was to take a look at the Emperor Shunzhi. This emperor was also a strange flower. He didn't want the position of the Nine-Five-Five Emperor, but came just for a woman.
He became a monk in Mount Wutai. Throughout the ages, there are only a few emperors like him. Another reason is that for the Forty-Two Chapters of Emperor Shunzhi, the Manchu royal family was in charge of the Zhenghuang Banner among the Eight Banners.
The forty-two chapters of Zhenghuang Banner naturally belong to this former emperor.
After leaving the backyard of Qingliang Temple, there is a small mountain ridge. The road is rugged and difficult to navigate. Fortunately, both Gui Zhong and Monk Chengguang are skilled in martial arts and are light and healthy. This kind of mountain road is no problem. As for Naba
Master Yan could only see his back from a distance, which shows how anxious this man was for the Emperor Shunzhi.
On the top of the mountain ridge, there is a simple courtyard with low walls and a simple small temple in the center. It is not large. At this time, it has been crowded by the monks of Qingliang Temple and the lamas of Huang Temple. There is not much room. There are only three or five
The monk holding an Arhat stick was standing at the entrance of the small temple, confronting a group of lamas. Surrounding the lama were monks from the Qingliang Temple, all of whom also had unkind expressions. This time a group of lamas came, searching the temple and searching the temple.
Making trouble is really a bit too much to deceive others. No matter how good-tempered these monks are, they are not at the point where everything is in vain. Such behavior is not an exaggeration.
When Master Gui Zhong and Cheng Guang came in, Master Na Bayan had already arrived. At this time, he had already exchanged hands with the monks guarding the temple door. A vajra pestle danced with the power of cracking mountains and cracking rocks. The three or four
Although the monk had some skills, he still kept retreating and was unable to resist. He was at a disadvantage within a few moves and could be injured at any time.
Master Chengguang turned his face to one side, snorted angrily and stepped forward to join the battlefield. He moved his powerful Vajra palm, and started fighting Master Bayan with a bang. Now he could no longer calm down, and at this point he could only fight.
Fighting.
"Humph, Master Chengguang, it seems that you are going to fight to the end today, so don't blame the young monk. All junior brothers, please take action together. Qingliang Temple will be wiped out with blood today!"
Master Bayan was not surprised when he saw Cheng Guang take action. He laughed loudly and called on many lamas to start a fight. There was a strong murderous intent in his voice. It was obvious that he had murderous intentions.
Sure enough, after Bayan's words fell, a group of lamas and monks from Qingliang Temple got into a fight, and started fighting with long swords and big sticks.
With a puff, a lama with a ferocious face, holding a three-foot sword, danced into a ball of silver light, broke through the defense of a Qingliang Temple monk in the blink of an eye, and slashed the monk's chest with one knife. Immediately, blood spattered.
The ground of Qingliang Temple was finally stained with blood.
The scene suddenly became extremely chaotic. Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er had also arrived in the small courtyard at some point, and were hiding in the dark and quietly observing the battle.
"Xiaobao, do we want to help now? Look, there are several monks injured."
Shuang'er was kind-hearted, and couldn't bear to see the flash of swords and blood in front of him, so he quickly spoke.
"Humph, Shuang'er, don't be anxious. You see, that monk Chengguang is very powerful. I'm afraid that the lama named Bayan is no match for him. Let's wait until these monks from Qingliang Temple can no longer support it.
If I help again, I'll want to see what the old monk Chengguang has to say, hehe."
Wei Xiaobao smiled slyly. This kid was hanging out in the palace every day. He was used to seeing the flash of swords and swords. Even Ao Bai died in his hands. Naturally, the scene in front of him couldn't scare him. Instead, he smiled.
, thinking about how to make the old monk feel ashamed later.
While the two were talking, there was a slap on Wei Xiaobao's shoulder, which shocked him so much that he almost screamed.
"Ah, it turned out to be Dao Dao Dao. I was scared to death."
"Huh, Xiaobao, it's really amazing that you have so many thoughts at such a young age, hehe." Gui Zhong smiled slightly and said cheerfully, making Wei Xiaobao's face turn red.
"Brother Dao Dao, do you think we should take action now or not?" However, this embarrassment was nothing to Wei Xiaobao. He was very thick-skinned and quickly changed the subject.
"Well, don't worry. You want to see the old emperor. He is in the small temple. Let's wait a moment and see what happens. Besides, there are experts in the small temple. Nothing will happen for a while.
thing."
Gui Zhong said calmly and had no intention of stepping forward to help. He wanted to watch this good show for a while.
While they were talking, something had happened to Monk Chengguang and Master Bayan. However, Master Bayan turned around, dodged Chengguang's sharp edge, and appeared behind a monk from Qingliang Temple. With one palm shot, that
The monk groaned miserably and spurted blood, then flew towards Monk Chengguang in the air.
Chengguang's expression changed. He was compassionate, and he was the abbot of Qingliang Temple. Naturally, he couldn't just watch his disciples being killed like this. Master Bayan's palm was so powerful that if he didn't take action, that person would have been killed.
The disciple fell directly to the ground, and the powerful palm force exploded. There was definitely no way to survive.
So he had no choice but to stretch out his hand and push it out, using a soft force to catch the little monk flying towards him, to prevent him from falling to the ground and dying. While catching the person, Clear Light circulated his internal energy to help resolve the strength in the little monk's body.
Seeing what Cheng Guang did, Master Bayan sneered. He took a step forward and came to Cheng Guang's side. He suddenly slapped his palms out. In this palm, he had used all his strength. The evil wind was rolling, and the force was as powerful as a mountain.
, Chengguang's eyes narrowed, and he naturally discovered this terrifying palm, but in front of him was the young monk of Qingliang Temple. Naturally, he could not let this young monk resist the power of the palm, otherwise there would be no life left after the palm fell, so he had to give it a little
He turned to one side and hurriedly slapped Bayan with a palm.
There was a muffled sound, and Monk Chengguang stumbled back. His face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. He had already reached out and was seriously injured. How could he withstand the full blow of Bayan because of his hasty move? A powerful and domineering palm force was everywhere in his body.
Running around, it is impossible to take action again.
Master Bayan succeeded in making Monk Chengguang lose his fighting power with one strike. He was so happy that he let out a wild laugh that resounded throughout the courtyard.
"Junior brothers, break down the temple door for me!"
Naturally, four or five lamas responded, abandoning their opponents one after another, and rushed directly to the temple gate. Some monks from Qingliang Temple tried to stop them, but they were all knocked to the ground by Master Bayan with several consecutive palms. They vomited blood and suffered severe injuries.
Seriously injured.
Without the restraint of Chengguang, Master Bayan immediately showed great power. The monks in Qingliang Temple were no match for him. He defeated a group of people with three moves and two moves. They all vomited blood and were as angry as gossamer. They were almost immortal. It can be seen that
This lama has no compassion at all.
The four or five lamas rushed to the temple door. There was no obstacle along the way. They smashed open the temple door in a few times and rushed in.
Boom boom boom, there was a fierce sound of fighting in the small temple, and then red figures were thrown out from it, howling miserably. Either the sternum was broken, or there were severed hands and feet, all bloody, it looked very...
tragic.
Dong Dong, several heavy footsteps sounded, and a bald man who looked like an iron tower walked out of the small temple. He closed the temple door and held a copper rod as thick as a bowl in his hand. It was scary and heavy, like a Vajra Arhat.
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