The yin energy surged into the sky and the wind howled.
On the Huiyang Peak of Cangyu Mountain, the green forest fields are swaying. On top of the peak, clouds are overflowing. Spreading over is an open platform. The floor tiles are white and black, creating a huge yin and yang.
There are several buildings nearby, and there are huge carvings on the mountain walls, and the word "道" is painted with red paint.
On both sides, there are densely packed hollows that are not connected to each other. Sometimes smoke can be seen floating out, and figures can also be seen sitting cross-legged in meditation, meditating and enlightening.
In the cold moonlight, it looked solemn and solemn.
The dark wind whistled in the forest in the distance. In the mountain gate, the old man sitting cross-legged in the quiet room opened his eyes. Burning incense lingered in the room. He rushed out of the window with a flick of his robe sleeves and fell into the yin and yang array of the square. He looked up to the west and saw the dark air billowing and wrinkled in the night sky.
brow.
"That direction... is Lingyun Temple, it's so full of yin energy!"
At this time, the disciples in the inner and outer chambers of the mountain gate had also woken up. They rushed out with swords and talismans, gathered around the headmaster, and looked at the dark clouds in the night sky to the west, and the flashes of thunder from time to time.
"That's Lingyun Temple over there, why is there such a heavy yin energy!"
"...Those bald donkeys who only care about money are going to feel uncomfortable now."
"No nonsense!"
The old man stretched out his hand to grab it, and the magic sword left in the quiet room flew through the window and fell into his palm. The moment he looked at the disciples around him: "The world is unfair and evildoers are rampant. Even though the monks of Lingyun Temple are greedy for money and I despise it, but
After all, we are all comrades... we cannot ignore death without saving our lives!"
After finishing his words, the old man jumped down to a stone platform in front of him, held his sword behind him, and looked at the mountain wall with the word "Tao" written on it in front of him.
"We who kill demons and eliminate demons have never enjoyed peace. Where is Chengyun!"
On the mountain walls on both sides of the word "Tao", the voices of many disciples of the inner sect of the Tao came from the cave and were mixed together.
"I'm here!"
The old man waved his wide sleeves and shouted in a loud voice: "Follow me to slay demons and demons -" The next moment, his figure and the magic sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and rose into the sky.
The sound of Dharma is powerful and resounds through the mountain gate.
The dense hollow instantly lit up with rays of Dharma light, flying out from the inside like shooting stars.
…
Almost at the same moment.
Lingyun Temple, the floor tiles in front of Xiangyun Hall shook with a bang, and the old monk fell heavily to the ground and rolled away, his long white beard stained with blood red.
The old monk Linghui struggled to get up and reached out to summon the Zen staff over there. The staff flew halfway and was caught by Chen Yuan on the side, shaking continuously.
"My Han Buddhist temple worships the barbarians who killed my people. Is it worthy of your cassock?"
Chen Yuan let go of his hand, and the Zen staff flew away with a swish, and hit the old monk's chest out of control, knocking him two steps away and falling again.
"... Is it worthy of the Buddha statue you kneel before?"
Linghui stood up again and opened her blood-stained lips: "I have Buddha Dharma to protect me. No matter how many times you beat me, I won't..."
In front of his field of vision, a burly bull's head appeared in front of Chen Yuan who was coming over. He raised the steel fork in his hand, pierced his neck and nailed it directly to the ground.
Chen Yuan waved away the Demonic Sword and walked over, looking down, condescendingly looking at the old monk who was twisting his head between the steel forks, and asked the last question.
"... Is it worthy of those pilgrims who pray devoutly?"
"hehe!"
Linghui looked at the young man in front of him, grinning and showing his blood-stained teeth: "I am originally from Yuejie, so why not worship my own people? There is no one who cannot be saved by Buddhism. All living beings will return to the Buddha Sea, and all living beings will become Buddhas!"
"What can you say about the woman you kidnapped from the temple?"
The old monk Linghui turned his face away. This time he did not speak. Instead, he looked at the ground on one side. He wrote a pattern with blood on the monk's sleeve with his fingers and summoned up all his magic power to pat it away.
The Buddha's power exploded on the ground. In a cloud of smoke and dust, the steel fork around the old monk's neck loosened and flew away. He stood up and rushed directly to Xiangyun Hall. A roll of cassock sat cross-legged on the altar table, overlapping with the Buddha statue behind him.
"Abbot! Abbot!" The three pilgrims hurriedly stepped forward, but were rolled up by the old monk. They threw the futon away and were trapped by the invisible power of Buddha. They clasped their palms together and remained in a kneeling position, unable to move.
Linghui ignored the three people in front of the table, her originally kind eyes turned ferocious.
"Chen Yuan, don't think you can control me. I have been cultivating Buddhism in Lingyun Temple for decades. How can you be so unscrupulous? You killed countless people in the north. I will let you try it today."
What is the Angry-Eye Vajra Dharma, and what is karma and retribution!”
"It sounds like I'm killing your people for no reason!"
Chen Yuan stepped onto the stone steps with her hands behind her back. Several ghosts and gods overlapped behind her, each with their own expressions. Black and white, impermanent and weird, laughed: "If you confuse right and wrong, you should pull out his tongue!"
Bull-headed horse-faced man: "This old bald donkey, I'm afraid he's never been to the underworld." "Hey, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out."
The golden shackles and silver locks were twisting and phantoms, showing a ferocious smile, calling to the old monk on the altar table: "Bald donkey, come here, let's do it." "We will take you back to the underworld, which is more suitable for you than the human world."
Zhong Kui opened his eyes: "Break out his soul. I have never tasted the ghost of a monk."
Amidst the babble of words, the old monk Linghui on the altar table turned red and blue, calmed down, raised his seal, and quickly moved his lips.
Chen Yuan also picked up the magic formula, and suddenly a Buddha's light appeared in front of the old monk, and then disappeared. Linghui suddenly opened his eyes and looked around in panic, "What's going on?"
He murmured and hurriedly chanted the sutra again. The Buddha's light appeared again, but then disappeared.
"It seems that your Buddha no longer accepts you." Chen Yuan looked at his panicked look, but did not take action directly. He watched with interest as the old bald ass turned over and sat up on the altar table, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue.
, worshiping and kowtowing.
"Lord Buddha, where is my Dharma? Return the power of Buddha to me quickly..."
What answered him was that at the moment when an invisible force bounced the old monk off the altar, the towering Buddha statue sitting on the lotus platform suddenly turned its back slowly with a heavy sound.
"No...no...Lord Buddha..." Upon seeing this, the old monk Linghui rushed towards the Buddha statue and threw it at Chen Yuan. However, he lost the Buddha's power and was just an ordinary cassock.
Chen Yuan took it in his hand and shook it, then folded it as he walked, put it on the altar table, grabbed the panicked old monk Linghui and dragged it to the main hall.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's better not to dirty the Buddhist temple, let's go out!"
Raising his hand and flicking it, the old monk flew high...
On the side of Xiangyun Hall, a crazy old man pressed down a struggling Hu priest, pointed over there, turned back with a smile and said: "You see, that is my apprentice, isn't he very handsome? He is powerful and handsome, hurry up and hurry up
It’s time to fuck me.”
The old cow on the side rolled his eyes, raised his hoof and stepped hard on the struggling sacrifice's butt. The pain made the other man burst into tears. He nodded repeatedly and said in fluent Chinese: "He is very handsome."
The crazy old man wanted to say something else. At this moment, a stream of light flew from the sky. The old monk who was thrown out was suddenly caught by someone. The next moment, rays of Dharma light fell down into the temple like a meteor shower.
Chen Yuan frowned, and in his field of vision, the dense Dharma light faded away, revealing figures in uniform uniforms, all carrying swords and talismans. The old man in charge looked at the rescued old monk Linghui, released him, and politely
A greeting: "Why is the abbot in such a mess?"
The old monk Linghui looked at Chen Yuan at the door of the hall and whispered: "This person is an evil cultivator, and he has broken the Dharma..."
"Are you all fellow Chengyun Sect members? I'm Chen Yuan!"
Before the old monk could speak, he heard the figure in front of the palace door protecting his home. The headmaster of Chengyun Sect over there frowned. He had heard this person's name from Tianshi Mansion, and he had a long history with Tianshi Mansion.
From the exchanges, we also know that he did a lot to expel the Yuejie people.
"It turns out to be a fellow Taoist, but I don't know why there is such a fuss at Lingyun Temple tonight? This temple has been established for more than two hundred years and is very popular. Although there have been some inappropriate things over the years, it has not yet reached the point of destroying the temple, right?"
"He is from Yuejie."
Just Chen Yuan's words made everyone in the Chengyun Sect frown. They were obviously more indignant towards the Yuejie people than any evil cultivator. After all, the barbarians had gone south, burning, killing and looting all the way, causing human tragedies that had never been seen before.
In front of my eyes, I wish I could be struck by a sword.
"Fellow Taoist, what is the evidence for this statement?"
The old man was also cautious. When he heard that there were Hu people's spiritual tablets enshrined in the side hall, he immediately sent two disciples to check. At this time, the old monk Linghui in his hand also panicked and said hurriedly: "Don't listen to him, this person
Killing my monks... is not allowed..."
The three pilgrims in the temple rushed out in a fit of piss. They thought they had been trapped by the old monk and were kneeling in front of the Buddha statue. They had not yet recovered from the shock. When they rushed outside and saw so many monks, they were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground and pointed.
The old monk shouted: "It's none of our business, we are just here to give money for sesame oil. He is from Yuejie. He asked us to find more pilgrims and give money for sesame oil to the temple, so that we can enjoy countless women."
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"Abbott!? Are the three of them telling the truth?"
The old man looked serious and turned his head to look at the old monk he was holding. At this time, the two disciples in the side hall also came out, each holding two spiritual tablets with words written in Yuejie language.
, you can probably tell it’s the person’s name.
"Haha... I have always disliked the style of Lingyun Temple, but even so, I would not refuse to save someone. But I didn't expect that the person I saved would be so ugly and filthy!"
The old man gritted his teeth and looked at the old monk Linghui who was looking away. His face flushed with anger, and he suddenly raised his foot and kicked his kneecap, causing him to kneel on the ground.
"You were adopted by my Han couple back then, and you had to be valued by the abbot of this temple, and that's why you are here today! Even a dog should know how to repay his kindness. He should really be your adoptive father and mother. It's not worth it to be the previous abbot!"
Clang!
The magic sword was unsheathed, and the old man stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, his beard fluttering, and he glared angrily.
"Today, I will get rid of this harm caused by your blindness for them!"
"Headmaster Liu, you and I will get to know each other, please... ah!!"
The old monk begged and turned around. What was reflected in his eyes was the cold sword light. In the countless intertwined sights around him, he was only halfway through speaking when his head fell to the ground with a thud and blood splattered all over the ground.
"good!"
This was not shouted by Chen Yuan, but by the crazy old man who was watching secretly. He couldn't help shouting. He dragged the barbarian priest in his hand and flew over, throwing it in front of the old man.
"Quick, quick, kill one more! Kill one more!"
This made Chen Yuan twitch the corner of his mouth, and at the same time as he dispersed the evil spirits behind him, the old Taoist over there looked at the crazy old man in front of him and frowned.