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Chapter 0469

Meditating in the monastery. Huanwan comes out of the parade, wearing white clothes and bare feet, which attracts people's hearts.

"Shifei Xuan, do you have the guts to take it and don't have the shame to admit it? It was Ziling who led me to find the He's Bi. But you stabbed me in the face and seduced me. You even wanted to do harm after you got the He's Bi.

To me, what is stolen now? You don’t like fighting? Then why do you raise these monks? Your so-called righteous way, with such strength, will it be stolen? It must be the thief crying catch the thief!"

"Wow~" As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked instantly. "Shocked, the saint of good and evil seduced a man together for He Shibi!"

"He's Bi? How much sacrifice did the two most beautiful goddesses in the world make?" "Bi? Or?"

》... At this moment, everyone has thought about the topics they are going to submit to Song. You must know that if the manuscript is selected, it will be all money.

As for their demon sect going to make money from the Song family, that's not a big problem. Although I don't know the specific identities of the good and evil spirits present, many of them have leaked the secrets of the sect.

Making money is not shabby. For example, Chai Shao of the Chai family once said in public when he was defeated that day that ordinary people are untouchables and are not worthy of being an official.

There were also several anonymous Li family sergeants who gave evidence. Although in the end Chai Shao directly apologized publicly and said that he was induced by the temporary soldiers while drunk and made a mistake.

Haha, everyone doesn’t believe it. But I have to admit that what this guy said is actually the truth, wuwuwu.

"Holy King, there is no need to talk nonsense. I said we should just go in and take a look. Only the so-called 'Zhentian Palace' in the Jing Nian Temple in the world can suppress the extraordinary power of He's Bi." Zhu Yuyan said loudly.

Having been suppressed by Buddhism and Taoism for hundreds of years, although the Demon Sect is miserable, it still knows some inside information.

Fan Qinghui's expression changed: "What nonsense are you talking about? There is no such thing as a temple to hold heaven in the Zen monastery. There is no need to blame others. All the property in our Zen monastery is the voluntary donation of property by good believers in order to gain merit and become a heavenly being in the next reincarnation.

.In order to reward the faithful, the naming of each temple is also decided by the faithful. I have never heard of the Zhentian Palace. Since you don’t believe that the Heshi Bi was stolen, you have made it clear that you are going to take action. There is no need to talk nonsense with them anymore.

Kill! "Suppress the sky, suppress the sky, which sky is it suppressing?

Heaven or the Son of Heaven? Although this name is what they call it privately, what would the Emperor think if he heard it?

"Amitabha!" Liao Kong clasped his hands together and said, "Killing is to protect living beings. Killing karma is not killing people. Donors, please wake up."

"Kill!" In an instant, people from the good and evil paths rushed together and fought hard. The battle between the orthodoxy was life or death.

What surprised the onlookers was that this Bodhidharma Stick Formation was indeed mysterious. One hundred and eight monks were actually protected by golden light shields. As the light circulated, no one from the Demon Sect could harm them at all.

In just a dozen moves, dozens of people from the Demon Sect fell down, and a few of them even lost their breath before sight.

Shi Zhixuan frowned. These guys, even if they are embarrassed at home, are still so wretched outside.

Didn't he see that those people were all pretending to be dead? However, the Bodhidharma Stick Formation did have merits in dealing with ordinary people. If he didn't take action, the Holy Sect would become a laughing stock in the world.

The Holy King raised his hand, pointed, and tapped lightly.

"Om~" The vitality of the heaven and earth vibrated. This finger was like a majestic mountain. It was like a galaxy stretching across the sky.

Like a mighty god, he pointed his finger fiercely. In an instant, the golden light shields on all the monks shattered into pieces and turned into dots of brilliance like flowing fireflies, scattering in all directions.

Fan Qinghui, who was originally indifferent, opened his mouth and was slightly startled. Control the world, the great master!

"Boom~" Shi Zhixuan waved his hand gently, and unparalleled power was instantly applied to the monk.

"Ah!" All the monks were immediately pushed back, flew away, and finally fell heavily to the ground. The only thing that was gratifying was that no one was seriously injured.

What the Patriarch said was indeed true. This Bodhidharma Stick Formation can withstand a blow from the Grand Master... Shi Zhixuan's eyes sharpened, his hands turned into claws, his body moved, and he was as graceful as a ghost, and he rushed directly in front of Fan Qinghui.

Saint? What he hates most is Saint!

"Amitabha! Donor, the statue is here!" A skinny old man suddenly appeared in front of Fan Qinghui and knocked Shi Zhixuan away with a single palm.

Shi Zhixuan retreated calmly, and when he saw the visitor, his expression became concentrated.

"Master Yixin, don't you practice closed-mouthed meditation?" Could it be that this guy broke the Kung Fu today just to fight him to the death, exhaust his energy and never back down? Even the news about the He's Bi was deliberately spread by Jing Nian Chan Monastery.

, just to die with him?

Yixin:...After a moment of silence, Master Yixin clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants, but I would rather moths cover the lamps. Whether they are disciples of the demon sect or the Buddhist sect, they are all believers in the world. Why should I die in vain today?"

Since Donor Shi doesn't believe it, let the poor monk take you to the 'Zhentian Palace' to have a look."

"Master?" Fan Qinghui was surprised. Cihang Jingzhai had not yet joined the battle, so why did the divine monk surrender first? If this matter spread, I would think they were afraid of the Demon Sect.

Shi Zhixuan raised his head and looked at the Zen courtyard. The tall buildings and vast buildings inside were unfathomable, and he hesitated. Although the Immortal Seal Technique is good at group battles, Buddhism is famous for not respecting martial ethics. If you are tricked, even if you can escape, you will be afraid.

The vitality is severely damaged.

"Bald Donkey, who doesn't know if you have ambushed the masters inside? I think it's better for you to carry out the copper palace whose name can be changed at any time! Anyway, you have many monks, and you can all stand up to the odds, so you won't be able to do it.

Can't do it?" Zhu Yuyan waved her sleeves, and the magic field was activated, and her overwhelming voice filled the whole world. Many people were full of energy and stood in awe.

The most convenient thing about being a woman is that you don't have to worry about your identity and can say whatever you want. It doesn't matter whether you are timid, scared, worried or steady.

"Amitabha!" The world fell silent, and his mind became clear. Yixin nodded slowly: "We are just naked in the world, so there is no need to take into account any face or dignity. Born here, raised here, only by living can we repay our parents, repay heaven and earth, and increase our merits.

When you are empty, go and take people to carry out the bronze temple to prove your innocence."

"Yes!" After hearing this, everyone in the Demon Sect suddenly became energetic. No matter what the old bald donkey was trying to do, he could sum it up in one sentence: They are scared!

Then can they go to the city to eat, drink and play as they please? If Zhengdao comes to cause trouble again, then shout: Our Holy King is the great master!

Fan Qinghui looked deeply at Shi Zhixuan. She really didn't expect that with Senior Sister Bi Xiuxin's mental flaw, he could actually break through to the Grand Master.

In this case, it seems that she can only ask Ning Daoqi to come out and sweep the world to set the record straight. Buddhism cannot lose!

Zhu Yuyan stood directly in front of Shi Zhixuan and glared: "What are you looking at, Sao Hoozi? It's the same as last time. I'll take off your clothes and let the whole world see how dark you are!" From the perspective of Queen Yin, this

Cihang Jingzhai appears to be pure and innocent on the surface, but these so-called fairies are full of male thieves and female prostitutes. When Bi Xiuxin seduced Shi Zhixuan and gave birth to a child, is it all her fault for finding another man?

What a bunch of bitches! Fan Qinghui clenched his fists and became furious. There has never been a saint like her in the history of Cihang Jingzhai.

The inner lake is like a mirror, with no waves at all? No, that knife had already shattered her Taoist heart. Every lonely night, she couldn't figure it out. Could it be that she was just as bad as Senior Sister Bi Xiuxin?

"Keep looking, if you look again I'll dig out your eyeballs!" Huanwan also started to warn. If it weren't for Shi Fei Xuan, Ziling would be hers. She and these so-called fairies are incompatible with each other.

"Qiang~" Master Feixuan drew her sword directly. Master and uncle can bear it, but she can't bear it. The sword's heart is clear, my heart is my own, I only want one thought to be clear!

"Hee hee, why are you talking about the central issue? Come on, let the Jianghu people see who is the second best in the world today!" Huan Huan raised her sleeves and said unceremoniously.

Suddenly, Kong, who had just entered, rushed out with a group of panicked monks.

"Senior brother, senior sister, it's bad, the copper palace is gone!" Liao Kong:???Fan Qinghui:......Shi Zhixuan:......

"Bald Donkey, where did these disciples find them? They look very similar!" Zhu Yuyan said with a smile. She might still believe that He's Bi was stolen. After all, the Evil Emperor's relics and Hanhan's bellyband were gone, but the copper

How could the temple be stolen in full view of everyone?

This old guy must be hiding! Master Yixin was silent. Is it over yet? It's so powerful, why not steal the entire Jing Nian Zen Monastery?

"Master Yixin, I need an explanation!" Shi Zhixuan said coldly. Is this Jing Nian Chan Academy testing his wisdom?

What's the point of using such a low-level method?

"Amitabha!" He chanted the Buddha's name with all his heart: "Stone Donor, the Copper Hall is made of copper coins enshrined by devotees of our temple for hundreds of years. It is made of gold and weighs hundreds of thousands of kilograms. Even a great master cannot carry it long distances.

These days, your holy disciples have already surrounded my Buddhist temple. Have you ever seen anyone move the copper temple? As for hiding it, it is nonsense. Not to mention how much commotion it will cause if you hide such a large copper temple.

There are many disciples of my Zen monastery who have different intentions, how can they hide it?" The forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds, and there are nearly 10,000 monks, sweeping monks, and servants in the monastery. How can they be united and dead-set?

Shi Zhixuan fell into deep thought, and looked at each other with Yixin. The two of them instantly understood that the mysterious figure had taken action again.

Weird, formless, elusive, and indeed possesses great magical powers, even daring to steal things in front of two great masters.

Despicable villain! You have the guts to have a real fight with them!

"Whoa~" A strong gust of wind suddenly hit the two of them. Shi Zhixuan frowned, raised his hand and sucked it, and a gold-plated invitation appeared in his hand, with a dragon and phoenix on the cover, simple and elegant.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival in Luoyang, with fireworks and lights, young heroes and beauties, and grand events in the Central Plains. It coincides with the gathering of all heroes. In order to express gratitude for your care over the years, the Song Dynasty held an auction. At the auction, magical skills, treasures from heaven and earth, and magic weapons and armors were held.

There are all kinds of unparalleled divine objects. On August 15th, there is a restaurant. Welcome everyone. ---Song." After reading the invitation and the auction items attached on the back of the invitation, Shi Zhixuan felt a little uncomfortable.

Because there are the Evil Emperor's relics, He's Bi and the Bronze Hall of Jingnian Temple: Zhentian Hall on it. After taking your own things, you have to spend money to auction them, so shameless!

The key rule of Song's auction has always been that as long as it goes up for auction, no one can trace the origin, and it also ensures the safety and information of the auctioneer.

"Amitabha! Shi Donor, this He's Bi and the Copper Palace are things that have existed in Jing Nian Temple since ancient times, and the Evil Emperor's relics have always belonged to the Holy Sect. The Song family actually put them up for auction in a grand manner. What they are doing now is not fair.

"?" At this moment, even Master Yixin's good temper was a little dissatisfied.

The Buddha was also angry! The key is the guy who stole the thing. It would be fine if he just hid the thing, but at worst, no one can get it. If he loses, he loses.

As a result, it is now widely advertised for everyone to auction! According to Song's rules, the auction must verify the assets. How to verify it?

Naturally, it is the Song family's banknotes. In this case, they will use their own assets to exchange them with the Song family. With the temperament of the Song family's businessmen who are desperate for money, they are so eager to mortgage fixed assets such as fields and shops.

If the price is lowered, it will be another loss.

Then originally, only a few people knew about the special features of the Heshi Bi and the Evil Emperor's relics, and only a few people snatched them away.

Okay, now, come all, they will definitely be auctioned to a sky-high price in the end. They will lose their blood. Just one thing and they have been harvested three times. Does this so-called shadow still have any humanity at all?

The key point is that their Buddhist sect is even worse. Two things have to be harvested six times! Shi Zhixuan is also a little unhappy.

There are only three Grand Masters in the Song family, and he is also a Grand Master. Why should he pretend like this?

"Amitabha, Shi Donor, would you like to go to the Song Family with me to ask for an explanation? Can't we seek fairness and justice by auctioning other people's private property? In other words, this auction may be a third-party force in the dark that is targeting our Buddhist sect and our family.

Your sect, what if your sect and ours don't participate in the auction?" Master Yixin continued to invite.

Shi Zhixuan pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered the scene where he had a friendly and harmonious exchange of moves with Tian Dao one day. He smiled, turned around, and left gracefully.

"What the master said is absolutely true. I, Shi Zhixuan, promise that my Holy Sect will never participate in the auction of He's Bi and Zhentian Hall." Yixin:...I believe your ghost!

"Master Yixin, are we really not going to participate in this auction? Do you think it is possible that these things were actually stolen by people of the Song family? It is even possible that the new grand master of the Song family: Song Yuzhi did it.

Only this great master would go against common sense and often do things beyond ordinary people's expectations." Master Fei Xuan asked worriedly.

Things like He's Bi are not important to their Buddhist sect, which is dedicated to preaching, but they cannot be left without it, and they cannot be given directly to Shi Zhixuan, who has already understood the true meaning of preaching.

Master Yixin shook his head slowly and denied directly. What is the relationship between Shadow Neng and Song Yu Zhineng? The thief had it twenty years ago.

Besides, if the thief was really from the Song family, wouldn't it be more convenient to snatch it directly with the power of the Heavenly Sword?

If you steal something, you will be scolded by others. Who dares to scold you if you directly rob it? You can't beat him to death! The master thought for a long time, turned around, and looked at the temple in front of him that had spent countless efforts by the abbots to build it, with a little sadness flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled his previous thoughts: Why didn't that person come and steal the temple? Now, the temple is really going to disappear.

If the abbots of the past generations knew that they were sacrificing their personal self to fulfill their greater self and sold this temple for the sake of Buddhist inheritance, they would probably be smiling.

"Hey, Qinghui, please contact the Song family and ask them to come over and estimate the price of this Jingnian Temple!" Yixin sighed.

"Master!" Fan Qinghui couldn't believe it. Shi Feixuan: ...Okay, why is the family gone?

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