The surrounding area was densely packed with people kneeling on the ground, except for more than two hundred people who stood stiffly and refused to kneel down.
Chu Li glanced lightly, and everyone felt that they were being seen through, as if they were being stared at specially. They felt inexplicably guilty and hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
However, no matter how frank and honest everyone is in their actions, there will always be some dark thoughts hidden deep in their hearts, and Chu Li's eyes are like the blazing sunshine, which will melt away these thoughts in one go.
"Amitabha!" Chu Li proclaimed the Buddha's name again.
The sound of the Buddha's trumpet is like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, washing away all the dark thoughts. Suddenly, the mind becomes bright, peaceful and peaceful. A smile appears inexplicably, and the whole body feels warm as if soaked in a hot spring.
More than a hundred people knelt on the ground.
The remaining one hundred and twenty-two people were still standing there, staring straight at Chu Li, their whole bodies tense and filled with murderous intent.
Chu Li shook his head and sighed: "I'm a poor monk, let me help you out today, Amitabha!"
The sound of the Buddha's name was so peaceful that all those kneeling on the ground straightened their bodies and looked solemn. They could not help but chant the Buddha's name together: "Amitabha!"
The neat sound of the Buddha's chant revealed solemnity and sacredness, resounding throughout the night sky.
The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is as bright as frost.
The area around Ruyi Temple was peaceful and peaceful. People were immersed in a strange atmosphere and did not wake up for a long time.
When he woke up, he discovered that Chu Li was gone and Ruyi Temple was still quiet and silent.
One hundred and twenty-two people had fallen on the ground, all lying on their backs, with smiles on their faces, and expressions of contentment and joy, as if they were having a sweet dream, which made people smile involuntarily.
A young man curiously stepped forward and pushed the middle-aged man next to him: "Wake up! Wake up! Why are you sleeping!"
His expression suddenly changed, he retracted his hands as if he was electrocuted, and retreated as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.
"What's wrong?" The companion next to him, also a young man, asked him with a smile: "Look, you are so scared. Did you meet a ghost?"
"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!" The young man shook his head hurriedly, his face looking ugly.
"What's wrong?" his companion laughed.
"Go and touch it!"
"Touch, just touch!" Under the attention of everyone, another young man took two steps forward triumphantly, stretched out his hand to push, then his face changed, and he touched his nostrils with his hand, and then touched his neck.
Everyone stared at him.
"Dead!" the young man said with an ugly expression.
He shook his hand, trying to get rid of the bad luck.
Everyone looked at the other smiling middle-aged men lying on the ground.
This time they all saw that these middle-aged men were wearing the same clothes, and they were obviously a group of people.
"Is it possible that they are all dead?" Another young man stood up and raised his voice: "This is amazing, how could so many people die in one breath?"
As he spoke, he looked at the two middle-aged men lying down, then stood up and shook his head: "They are indeed dead!"
"Who did this?" someone whispered.
"Who else could it be?"
They all looked towards Ruyi Temple shrouded in moonlight.
The Ruyi Temple was pitch black, like a wild beast entrenched in the darkness, ready to pounce out and devour everything at any time. They couldn't help but feel a bit awe-inspiring and fearful, and they stepped back involuntarily.
"This Dingru divine monk has such powerful methods, let's go." Someone whispered, and then left in a hurry.
Everyone left in silence, and more than one hundred and twenty corpses were lying on the ground, with gentle smiles on their faces. This scene felt eerie no matter how you looked at it. They were shivering inexplicably and walking in a hurry, fearing that they were the ones left behind.
In the blink of an eye, the front of Ruyi Temple was empty, and no one was standing.
Then a group of soldiers came closer with neat steps, and moved the corpses away in the blink of an eye. Then the silence in front of Ruyi Temple was restored again, but the people coming and going around had consciously stayed away and did not dare to approach.
The image of Ruyi Temple in their eyes has changed, and this Dingru divine monk has become more and more mysterious. As a monk, he acted so cruelly. He killed more than a hundred people with a wave of his hand, which is simply beyond imagination.
This is contrary to their image of a compassionate eminent monk.
As a result, the rumors about Dingru Demon Monk became more and more rampant, and everyone believed it. They felt that Chu Li was not a divine monk, and that a divine monk would not be so ruthless as to kill hundreds of people in one breath.
Even later, the rumors became more and more outrageous. It was like a demon monk killing a thousand people with a wave of his palm, without changing his expression, and no one had the power to resist. This is definitely not something that can be achieved by martial arts, it is a real witchcraft.
As for the so-called magical powers, they are just disguised by sorcery. They all appear to be mysterious and unpredictable, and they only save people and harm others. Although the capital is large, it is extremely unstable with the presence of the demon monk.
If his bestiality suddenly breaks out and kills someone, no one can stop him, not even the emperor.
Everyone felt uneasy, as if they were in front of a wild beast that could be devoured at any time. They did not want to place their lives on someone else's kindness, so they all wanted to expel this demonic monk.
There were more and more memorials filed by ministers in the imperial court to impeach Chu Li. They piled up, but Zhao Yancheng ignored them all. This made the ministers more and more dissatisfied. They felt that the emperor was bewitched by witchcraft, and he must be expelled like a demon monk.
After Chu Li showed his overwhelming strength, they became more and more wary of him, but their treatment of Chu Li also became more lax.
Originally, the ministers' memorial was to kill this official to warn all the monsters in the world. Later, the memorials were to expel him from the capital and not to set foot in the capital, otherwise the whole world would punish him. In the end, he was already asked to leave the capital, without mentioning execution.
Words of killing.
Zhao Yancheng and Xu Changfeng were discussing matters in Xuanyuan Hall.
The bright sunshine shone on the main hall, and the light inside the hall was soft, but Zhao Yancheng's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Xu Aiqing, the recent trend of the court meeting is wrong. It's time for you, the leader of the officials, to step forward!"
Xu Changfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, people are panicking now. It's useless for me to say anything. The current plan is to let the sacred monks leave the capital for a while. As long as this period of time passes, it will naturally subside."
"It's nonsense. You're driving a holy monk out of the capital because of rumors. You dare to say that!" Zhao Yancheng said angrily: "I, the ministers, are really disappointing. Just listen to the wind and it will rain!"
"It's true that the holy monk acted too harshly and scared them." Xu Changfeng said.
Zhao Yancheng said: "Should we be merciful to the assassins who came to kill us? Let them assassinate us again?"
"Well... you have to kill, but not all of them. The key is that it's too easy to kill." Xu Changfeng shook his head: "Killing 123 people in just a few seconds is too shocking. It is certainly a shock.
Even though he is a young man, he has frightened all the ministers. They are all wary of fear. Naturally, they will feel disgusted and want to drive away. They feel that the further away from the sacred monk, the safer it will be."
"The Buddha also has the angry eyes of Vajra." Zhao Yancheng snorted: "It is simply pedantic to blindly ask for mercy!"
"Your Majesty, Deng Yue wishes to see you." A report from the chamberlain came from outside.
"Xuan!" Zhao Yancheng said.
Deng Yue came in with a meteoric step, cupped his fists and saluted: "Your Majesty, Mr. Xu, I have received secret news that each of Dakun, Dashuo and Daning has lost a prince!"
"Huh?" Zhao Yancheng frowned.
Deng Yue said: "He died silently and died with a smile, just like the way of death outside Ruyi Temple."