"Donor Han has been eroded by the demonic nature now, and his words and deeds cannot be controlled. It is better to quickly follow the poor monk into the incense pagoda in the Zen forest and accept the cleansing of Buddhism."
There was a strong domineering will hidden in Zhi Daolin's words, and the world seemed to be dominated by Zhi Daolin's will at this time.
However, the domineering monk could not see any injuries at this time. He just held a golden Zen staff and smiled at Han Feng.
Although he was hung up and beaten by the Zen Ghost Sect in a head-on confrontation, Zhi Daolin is still an innate person who has surpassed the level of the human world. If he is not an innate person, there is absolutely no way he can resist Zhi Daolin's will.
Han Feng suddenly laughed, stood up unsteadily, and looked directly at the Monk King:
"Master, Han Feng knows enough about himself. I have a lot of things to do when I leave the country to fight against Fang Ping. I already have a way to deal with the aura of being an enemy of Buddhism. I'm afraid I really can't waste time in Buddhism."
With that said, Han Feng walked up to Zhidaolin and handed the [Sihong Oath Sword] in his hand horizontally.
"Master, the sacred objects of Buddhism are returned to me in their original form."
Zhidao Lin did not reach out to pick it up.
Instead, he smiled indifferently, and the innate energy from his body slowly enveloped the entire world.
Han Feng's hand holding the sword changed to holding the sword, and he raised his head to look at Zhidao Lin, his sword aura hidden and silent.
"Can your Majesty really not let me go?"
"Donor Han just fought with the evil spirits, and he should be exhausted now. Even if he wants to leave, he shouldn't be in a hurry."
Zhidaolin said slowly.
The group of monks who came nearby were silent at this time. No matter who it was, they should have understood that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Han Feng grinned:
"Hahahaha, I'm just afraid that senior doesn't want to let me leave."
Han Feng's words broke his face and revealed his Buddhist thoughts.
Monk Wang Zhidaolin didn't seem to care and was calm.
Once the evil Buddha dies, the great calamity of the Northern Buddhism Sect has ended. According to the fortune, it will be extremely prosperous and it will be the time for great prosperity.
"Donor Han, please don't misunderstand me. Buddhism is absolutely grateful to you. However, the aura of being an enemy of Buddha in you is harmful to both you and Buddhism. We must solve it completely."
"The solution to Buddhism is not to convert me into Buddhism, right?"
Zhidaolin didn't know why Han Feng was suddenly so resistant to Buddhism, but it didn't stop him from blocking Han Feng's departure now.
With his innate dignity, it is too easy to keep Han Feng.
"Donor Han, don't think too much. You have a destiny with Buddhism and it is your destiny in this world. Why would you go against it?"
"The destiny hypothesis is illusory, but Han Feng still believes that destiny is determined by people."
Han Feng struck the ground in front of him with his sword and planned to leave from Zhidaolin.
A smile flashed across Zhidaolin's lips, and he stretched out his hand to grab it.
Han Feng followed the logic of acting and snorted coldly, and eight colors and eight energies burst out from his body.
It seems that he wants to compete with the power of the monk king.
But the gap is too big after all.
Han Feng was surrounded by thousands of lights and shadows, but he was captured in an instant. Nineteen shackles of Buddha's light on his body bound Han Feng, preventing Han Feng from moving.
The surrounding monks did not understand what was going on, but they could neither take action against Han Feng, who had just saved Cixin Zen Forest, nor question the leader of Northern Buddhism, Wang Zhidaolin.
The decisions of high-level monks in Buddhism will not be informed to the lower-level monks, nor do they need to be supported by the monks. This is the uniqueness of the martial arts world.
Broken Box Qiu Chan's fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to hold the [Tribulation] sword on his back, but he stopped moving when he thought of Han Feng's previous instructions.
They plot against each other and plot against each other to see who can calculate the longer term.
The bound Han Feng stood there, looked at the monk king coldly, and asked indifferently:
"Master, is this the treatment I received after I fought for Buddhism?"
As he spoke, Han Feng secretly activated his martial arts body to simulate an explosion of Buddha's enemy energy.
His eyes were red, black energy lingered around his body, and then he was imprisoned in his body by the shackles of Buddha's light.
"Donor Han, you have become a demon. I will send you to the Compassionate Zen Forest [Thousand Buddha Mandala Tanhua Array]. You will be washed by the Buddha's energy in the Zen Forest day and night. I hope that I can eliminate your demonic nature. When your demonic nature is completely eliminated, you will be able to find out the truth."
When you have the Buddha's heart, I will release you, hoping that you can get rid of the confusion as soon as possible."
Saying that, Zhidao Lin raised his hand, and a pure Buddha light enveloped Han Feng and flew to the central Buddhist hall of Cixin Zen Forest. Under the Buddhist hall, the Buddhist sacred formation suppressed by Zen Master Xumi's death opened a golden mysterious door and cracked open a
The gap allowed Han Feng to enter it.
Then the golden gate disappeared and the Buddhist temple returned to peace.
Hundreds of thousands of monks watched their monk king remove his moron and kill his donkey, and they didn't know what expression to make...
Zhidao Lin was wearing a Dharma crown cassock and holding a golden Zen staff, still sacred and solemn.
"There is a new disaster in the Zen forest, the evil chaos has been calmed down, and the Dharma has sacrificed himself to achieve the opportunity to slay the evil Buddha. This is the perfect opportunity for Northern Buddhism to rise again. We should communicate with Buddhism in the Central Plains, check and balance the Taoist and Confucian schools, and destroy the evil ways in the north.
, to restore the glory of Buddhism.”
As he spoke, Zhidaolin pressed his Zen staff to the ground, and thirty-two kinds of Buddhist miraculous lights bloomed from behind.
"At this time, I will temporarily take over the duties of the Dharma Master, and people from various sects in the north will stay in the Zen Forest to help the Zen Forest reappear. In the future, the connection with the Zen Forest will not be reduced, and the glory of Buddhism will be restored."
"As for Donor Han Feng, he has contributed a lot to Buddhism. Now he is troubled by demons. Our religion will do our best to rescue him. We say to the outside world that Donor Han was severely injured by evil Buddhas and corroded by demons. He is recuperating deep in the Zen forest... Everyone must remember,
Don’t let the world come and disturb you.”
"When all the disciples find out, they will disperse on their own and start rebuilding the Zen forest."
After all, the monk Wang Zhidaolin is still the spiritual symbol of northern Buddhism. Although many monks criticized him for sealing Han Feng, they could not say anything and had to disperse.
Nian Qingliang held the [Future Vow] in his hand, and seemed to want to step forward to say goodbye to the monk king, but Chan Yun held his arm without knowing it.
Turning his head, he saw Chan Yun frowning slightly and shaking his head at himself.
Questioning the King of Northern Buddhism here is probably not a good choice.
Zhidao Lin watched the group of monks disperse, but waved to Cheng Xin.
A road of golden Buddha light spreads out in front of Chengxin, and the road is filled with golden lotuses.
Cheng Xin walked along this road to Zhidao Lin and bowed his head.
"Amitabha, the young monk has cleared his mind and met the king of monks."
Zhidao Lin looked at Cheng Xin and nodded with satisfaction:
"Okay! You are indeed a genius who has emerged in Buddhism for thousands of years. It will be up to you to solve the disaster that will happen again in the Zen Ghost Sect in a hundred years."
Cheng Xin seemed not to have a good impression of Zhidao Lin, her words were polite but distant:
"The young monk is just a junior, he cannot deserve the praise of the king of monks."
Zhidao Lin, however, seemed not to notice Cheng Xin’s alienation:
"That's just because you think you can't afford it, so I say you can! I have traveled to the northern and central plains. You are the person with the deepest Buddha-mind and Buddha-nature that I have ever seen. From today on, you can start practicing martial arts with me.
, as long as you start taking a break from martial arts, in Jishan Lunheng half a year later, our Buddhist sect will definitely make the Taoist sect feel the shame of thirty years ago!"
Thirty years ago, Shen Xiyi, the Taoist swordsman who was the most outstanding swordsman in the Taoist sect, went to fight on behalf of the Northern Taoist sect. He defeated all the younger generations of the Buddhist sect with one man and one sword... Zhi Daolin was among them...
Keep silent.
The reason why Zen Master Xumi does not allow him to practice martial arts is...the later he practices, the more likely he will be able to do twice the result with half the effort in the future...
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As for the underground of the central Buddhist hall of Cixin Zen Forest, under the [Thousand Buddha Mandala Tanhua Formation], Han Feng was imprisoned and sealed in the formation space.
Above, below, and everywhere, there was vast darkness.
The shackles of Buddha's light that bound him were gone, and there was no light around him.
Han Feng looked around.
"Haha, Buddhism moves faster than I thought...these bald guys really don't have any shame at all."
"well said."
Suddenly, a response echoed in the void and darkness.
Han Feng recalled the legend that there were still other demons suppressed underground in Cixin Zen Forest... His heart skipped a beat... He just wanted to take the opportunity to steal the Buddhist Qi, the center of Buddhism underground, but he didn't want to face some ancient demon head-on. Trolls and the like…
Then, a pair of eyes the size of a waterwheel opened in front of Han Feng.