After being repeatedly looted, the level of security inside and outside the temple has undoubtedly become tighter.
This frustrates those who intended to imitate Jingjie and a certain Lu Chi who refused to be named. Not only did they lose their lives, but their bodies were also hung outside the gate of Haiyun Temple.
Corpses were hung all over the big trees, and under the scorching sun, they turned into mummies.
It looks scary.
At this time, in the small town at the foot of the mountain, a man wearing linen and a bamboo hat was leaning in the shadows on the street, looking at the wanted notice posted on the wall, and sighed.
"The poor monk is really unjust!"
Looking at the generous bounty on the wanted poster, not to mention whether others were moved or not, even Jingjie himself wanted to report himself.
But the problem is, he was wronged!
He has never done anything like looting Haiyun Temple and robbing Hujiazhuang!
"It must be Lu Chi! I kindly gave him the secret technique to the poor monk, but he was so kind. Not only did he not care about the poor monk, he even put such a big blame on me!"
Jingjie's heart was filled with resentment.
If his strength hadn't declined significantly now, he would have gone to seek justice.
"That's fine, but Patriarch Zucheng is missing, and the temple has not yet decided which ancestor should be invited to come out. These people are really a bunch of losers!"
A trace of sarcasm flashed across Jingjie's eyes.
In the final analysis, it is not a discord between different factions.
With the complete decline of the Hinayana Pass, the struggle between the Mahayana Passes naturally became more intense.
They were afraid that the patriarch they invited was not from their own faction and would be secretly suppressed. After all, it is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away. Once they are invited, it is not so easy to send them back!
He even suspected that Zucheng's disappearance might be related to these battles.
"However, you go ahead and fight. The fiercer the fight, the better. If you really invite a certain ancestor, how can I still benefit from it?"
"With so many abbots and abbots, the poor monks are not doing their jobs in vain."
At first, he was worried that ancestor Zucheng was in the mountains. Now that Zucheng has disappeared, Jingjie naturally decided to take the risk and return to the temple to do something big!
By then, he will have the capital to make a comeback.
Night falls slowly.
Jingjie started to move, like a gecko, slowly crawling in from the cliff behind Haiyun Temple.
From time to time, he put his ear against the mountain wall.
A faint golden light seeped out from his ears, allowing him to almost detect the movement up and down the temple. There were sounds of chanting, quarrels, boxing exercises, and conspiracies...
"I didn't expect that after losing the true seed of Fate and Destiny, I got the Heavenly Ear Power again! As expected, the poor monk is the one who really has great luck!"
Jingjie jumped from the back mountain into the temple.
Tiptoeing, he avoided the sentries one after another and headed towards a dusty treasure palace.
And at this time.
Yang Fan's figure also appeared in the sky above Haiyun Temple.
The body of Emperor Yama transformed into the true form of the dragon-winged lord. A pair of huge bone wings flapped gently, and the whole person was suspended in the air, overlooking the entire Haiyun Temple.
clairvoyance!
A pair of "卍" characters rotated in his eyes, Yang Fan quietly observed the situation in Haiyun Temple, and there was no fluctuation of power at the level of God!
However, there are two mysterious auras about to move in the back mountain.
Two stupas!
However, it is obvious that it will still be some time before he truly wakes up.
"It seems I came at just the right time."
Without God, who can stop him?
Yang Fan slowly descended and fell directly towards a treasure hall in the temple.
In his perception, the aura here was deep and obscure, vague and vague, but there was a living Buddha practicing here.
He slowly covered the entire palace with the Baifu Knot, and then stepped into the palace.
The furnishings in the palace are simple, and they look like they have experienced the vicissitudes of time. It seems that no one has taken care of them for a long time, and there is even a thick layer of dust on the surface.
"The donor came here late at night, what advice can you give me?"
A hoarse old voice came from the hall, and a rickety figure slowly walked out of the inner hall.
He held a wooden Zen staff in his withered hand, wore a gray monk's robe, walked slowly, his face was wrinkled, and he looked like he was about to die.
Even though Yang Fan was quite hostile to Haiyun Temple, he had to admit that the other party really looked like a secluded person.
Yang Fan smiled, brushed his sleeves, kicked off the dust on the chair, and sat down: "I don't have any advice, I just came here to borrow something from you, old monk."
"Donor, please tell me. If it belongs to a poor monk, I will accept it."
When the old monk said these words, Yang Fan was a little surprised.
He said calmly: "What if I want your life?"
"If the donor wants the poor monk's life, then take it too."
The old monk sighed, and even showed a look of relief on his face: "It is the poor monk's destiny to be able to save the donor before he dies."
At this time, Yang Fan finally noticed something strange.
He sat up slightly and looked at the old monk carefully.
"You are different from the monks I have seen."
The old monk shook his head, and the wrinkles on his face deepened: "There is nothing different, they are just poor people struggling in the world."
"poor guy?"
Yang Fan leaned back in his chair and chuckled, "Killing people and setting fires, slaughtering cities and exterminating clans, plundering the people, and forcing girls into prostitution. Can this be considered a pitiful person?"
This is what the monks of Haiyun Temple have done.
Even if the old monk in front of him didn't take action himself, as the resident Buddha, Yang Fan didn't believe that he didn't enjoy the bloody steamed buns.
"Those who cannot escape from this world are poor people."
The old monk sighed, "As for what you do, everything has its own cause and effect. Good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil deeds. It's not that there will be no retribution, the time has not come yet. The donor is here!"
"My appearance?"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows.
"That's right! The world rotates, all dharmas are empty, and everything is determined by cause and effect! The poor monk has rotated four times. He has been angry and disappointed, but now he has awakened!"
The old monk sat calmly on the ground and passed away in the blink of an eye, with a smile of satisfaction oozing from the corners of his mouth.
His words before his death echoed in the palace.
"Life and death are destined, cause and effect are impermanent! This is God's will!"
"This body is left to the donor! Amitabha! My Buddha is compassionate!"
"sophistry!"
Yang Fan sneered and grabbed it out, but he was able to grab the Buddhist temple where the old monk was about to collapse.
Looking at the dead old monk, he sneered.
"You, a pedantic and hypocritical old monk, want to mess with my will even before you die?"
"ridiculous!"
It doesn’t matter if it’s the world of mortals, or it doesn’t matter if cause and effect is determined!
Do those who were massacred and exterminated deserve to die?
They were obviously living their own lives, but they were killed, and the murderer became a pitiful person?
Isn't it ridiculous!
Keep saying that everything is God's will, but you are just attributing your own sins to God's will!
Heaven's movement is constant, and it will not exist for Yao, nor will it perish for Jie!
Where are there so many natural disasters, most of them are man-made disasters!
Natural disasters can be saved, but man-made disasters are difficult to prevent!
"It's ridiculous that you, an old monk, seem to be compassionate, but are the most cold-blooded! The key is that you really think you are right..."
Yang Fan waved his hand and turned the old monk's body into colorful light.