The sunshine at noon is warm and bright, which is a rare good weather in winter.
However, the hearts of many Buddhist disciples are shrouded in shadows and their bodies are filled with chills.
A powerful enemy invaded, the forbidden area behind the mountain was destroyed, and the Sutra Pavilion was burned horribly.
The murderer's whereabouts are unknown and his identity is unclear.
Even if there were no casualties, this blatant provocation and naked slap in the face still left everyone breathless.
An unprecedented sense of crisis lingers over Buddhism, like an invisible giant net, binding everyone tightly.
At this moment, Zangjing Pavilion Square.
There was smoke and chaos everywhere.
Kong saw the host standing far away, his hands retracted into his spacious armholes, and his whole body was filled with unbridled anger.
Angry, frightened, helpless, desolate...
All the complexity was beyond words, and finally turned into a long sigh.
He had a rough guess as to why the other party came and why he broke into the Buddhist forbidden area without permission.
He guessed it but couldn't stop it. This was his tragedy.
A well-known Buddhist leader and one of the distinguished Six Meridians Masters.
When the sect was facing life and death, it was unable to make a strong counterattack.
Apart from passive defense and taking chances, he found that he could do nothing.
Holding the trump card of inheritance, he can answer the call of millions of people.
In the face of absolute strength, nothing but empty talk remains.
Daomen chose to swallow his anger, while Xuanmen broke his teeth and swallowed it.
The Taoist has been unable to provide results for a long time, and now it is even more difficult to contact him directly.
The law enforcers worshiped by the Six Meridians of China are helpless. When it is his turn, what can he do to resist?
No matter how powerful the trump card is, there is only one after all.
I used it today, what about next?
If Buddhism encounters another catastrophe, who will come to help?
Seeing nothing but feeling powerless, full of self-deprecation.
"Host."
Shangen, the steward of the Discipline Academy, asked in a low voice: "If the thief cannot be defeated in one strike, he must have a follow-up plan."
"What should we do next?"
"Should I send my disciples to search everywhere, or..."
Kong Jian walked forward and said calmly: "I hope they will find the peak master above the semi-immortal realm. Are you sure you can find him?"
Shan Gen said with shame: "Please give me a clear explanation."
Kong Jian murmured: "Everything remains as usual, as if what happened today had never happened."
"The Sutra Pavilion will be guarded by me personally."
"Be able to abide by the rules and try your best."
"As for everything else, just leave it to fate."
Shangen said "yes", clasped his hands and left.
...
Outer door, side room.
After lunch, Suning pretended to recite scriptures and tried his best to act like a disciple of the dharma name Jingquan.
On the surface, he looks pious and solemn, but in reality he is absent-minded and full of thoughts, which is where his soul hides.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, someone from the Gongde Hall came and said that the cultivation resources he received in the morning were wrong and asked him to go and check.
Suning found Jingli and asked about the situation confused.
The latter shrugged innocently and said, "How could I know? You gave me the package, but I gave it to Jingming and never opened it at all."
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. Just go and run. I won't accuse you wrongly."
"The year before last, I also encountered something outrageous like this. Just cooperate with the investigation."
Suning had no choice but to go with the disciples of Merit Hall.
"Senior brother, please take a seat. The steward will be here later."
The childish little novice bowed with one hand and exited the room.
Suning sat on the futon and looked around idly.
This is an extremely spacious "luxury bedroom" with more than fifty square meters and all kinds of furniture.
It was cleaned very well and every corner was spotless.