The six hundred and sixtieth chapters come from Buddhism
In the early morning, Lin Ze stood on the city wall as usual, practicing his martial arts, and puffed out a wisp of purple energy towards the rising sun.
Half an hour later, Lin Ze felt his body was slightly warm and stopped.
At this time, a monk suddenly appeared on the horizon in front of Hangu Pass, wearing a golden cassock and riding a white horse, coming slowly.
Lin Ze stopped and looked, with a strange expression on his face.
The monk did not rein in his horse until he reached the Hangu Pass moat.
The monk first raised his head and looked at the city wall, then clasped his hands, lowered his head slightly, and said in a loud voice: "The poor monk Xuantang, on the orders of the great leader, came here to pay homage to the Venerable Lin Ze, and asked the lay people on the wall to report on his behalf."
Upon hearing this, the Qin troops on duty turned to look at Lin Ze, waiting for his order.
Lin Ze chuckled and ordered: "Open the city gate, take him up to the city wall, and bring two chairs up."
After a while, Xuantang, led by Jin Yiwei, quickly stepped onto the city wall and came to Lin Ze.
"Amitabha, poor monk Xuantang, pays homage to Venerable Lin Ze," Xuantang stood in front of Lin Ze, pronounced the Buddha's name, and bowed his head in salute.
Lin Ze shook his head slightly and said: "Change the title, I don't like your Buddhist style very much."
Xuantang's face was astonished. He probably didn't expect Lin Ze to speak so directly. After all, don't big men maintain their own identities and restrain their emotions and anger?
Although he was a little surprised, Xuantang had been practicing Buddhism for many years after all, and he soon returned to normal. He nodded slightly and said, "In this case, the poor monk should call you the Champion."
Lin Ze asked calmly: "Why doesn't the leader of your family come? Is it because you are afraid that I won't be able to kill him?"
Xuantang did not feel dissatisfied, but instead said with a smile on his face: "Please forgive me for your sins. The chief minister is really busy and can't get away, so he sent the poor monk here. What are the conditions of the champion? Let's talk to the poor monk."
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Lin Ze raised his eyebrows slightly: "What I want is not simple. Can you make the decision?"
"Anyway, I won't let the champion down, so please just make the conditions," Xuantang looked calm and confident.
Lin Ze stared at Xuantang for a while, then suddenly smiled, and ordered to the Jinyi Guard Qianhu beside him: "Go, bring up the corpses of the three masters, and have them inspected by Master Xuantang."
The Jinyi Guard Qianhu bowed and bowed before leaving with a few of his men.
Soon a dozen or so imperial guards worked together to carry three high-quality coffins to the city wall.
Just by looking at the struggling appearance of these Jin Yiwei, we knew that the contents in the coffin were not simple.
The coffin was placed in front of him. Although Xuantang tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't help but look at it twice, with a gloomy look on his face.
Xuantang quickly recited a section of the Heart Sutra silently to calm down his fluctuating emotions, and said with a firm face: "May I ask the champion, how can I get the poor monk to bring back the bodies of several of my Buddhist sect's venerables?"
Lin Ze pretended to be thoughtful for a while and then said: "There is no rush now. Let's talk about the Buddhist sect's attack on me first. How does the Buddhist sect plan to compensate me?"
Xuantang's face was startled and he said in confusion: "It is true that the Buddhists besieged and killed the Marquis, but didn't the Marquis win a complete victory? Why should the Buddhists compensate him?"
Lin Ze sneered and said: "It is precisely because I won that I need compensation. If I die at the hands of Buddhism, what kind of compensation do I need? A ritual ceremony?"
Xuantang was silent, not planning to argue with Lin Ze, but said directly: "What compensation does the Marquis want?"
Lin Ze smiled and said: "My request is not excessive. My soul was greatly consumed in that battle. It is still in a weak stage and is in urgent need of treasures."
"Buddhism only needs to give me ten heavenly materials and earthly treasures that can replenish my soul, and this matter will be over."
"Remember, these are ten treasures that can effectively replenish the soul. Don't fool me with some replenishing the soul."
Ten pieces?
Xuantang's face was stunned, and he smiled bitterly and said: "The appetite of the champion is a bit too big. Even if the poor monk is willing to agree to ten treasures that can replenish the soul, the Buddhists can't get them."
A hint of disappointment appeared on Lin Ze's face: "That's it. In that case, Master Xuantang, please come back."
"I will find a good and auspicious day to help the three masters return to their ashes."
The implication is that if we can't agree on this condition, don't blame me for having your three Buddhist sages crushed to ashes.
Xuantang's expression changed again and again, extremely complicated.
Lin Ze added without hesitation: "If Buddhism cannot give me an explanation for this matter, I will be prepared to bear my next revenge."
"Buddhism is based in Nanzhao and Nanyue. There must be many disciples and believers. In less than a month, I will personally lead the army south."
"I think if I personally take action, although I can't uproot Buddhism, I can seriously damage the vitality of Buddhism."
Xuantang's pupils shrank sharply: "How can the Champion Lord be such a murderous person? Aren't you afraid of the criticism of the world?"
Lin Ze looked calm and said: "Do you think I care about other people's opinions? If Buddhists don't believe it, you can give it a try."
Lin Ze threw the question to Xuantang in a bachelor manner. You can figure it out.
Xuantang was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Does the Champion know anything about my Buddhism?"
Lin Ze replied smoothly: "I have some understanding, but not deeply."
A look of fanaticism suddenly appeared on Xuantang's face and he said: "Our Buddhist sect, headed by the Buddha, dominates the world. Only the Taoist saints and the Confucian saints can rival it. From the Buddha onwards, there are five ancient Buddhas, and there are also dozens of small and large Buddhas.
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Lin Ze said indifferently: "What then?"
Xuantang took a deep look at Lin Ze and said: "Every Buddha's martial arts is superior to that of the Champion. The Champion will always open his mouth to destroy Buddhas. Aren't you afraid that one day I, the Buddhist Buddha, will come and turn the Champion into ashes?"
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Lin Ze sighed slightly and said, "So you don't intend to compensate me, but instead want to threaten me to expose this matter?"
Without waiting for Xuantang to answer, Lin Ze said in an extremely cold tone: "So do you want to die?"
Xuantang said with glaring eyes: "The poor monk is not threatening the champion, the poor monk is just stating the facts. No one can stop the people the Buddhists want to kill except Taoist saints and Confucian saints."
"I hope the champion will think twice about his actions."
A hint of loneliness appeared in Lin Ze's eyes: "I believe this, but I don't like to hear it, so please let me talk to someone else."
After saying this, Lin Ze let out a sigh of relief, and Xuantang felt a huge pressure coming from all directions.
Xuantang subconsciously used his skills to resist, but to no avail.
First, the acupuncture points collapse, then the meridians shrink, and finally the Dantian is destroyed.
In just a few breaths, Xuantang, who was in the sixth level, became a useless person under Lin Ze's words.
Lin Ze's move was very measured. Apart from abolishing Xuantang's martial arts, he did not cause any unnecessary damage to Xuantang's body.
At this moment, Xuantang, even if he has lost all his martial arts, can still reach the third level, which is more than enough.
Xuantang never expected that Lin Ze would take action as soon as he said so. He was suddenly hit hard and stood there with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Does the champion Hou Zhen really want to fight to the death with my Buddhist sect?"
A sneer appeared on Lin Ze's face, and he said calmly: "You still can't represent Buddhism."
There is indeed some truth in what Xuantang said. When any of the Buddhas from Buddhism comes, any one of them can kill Lin Ze.
But what does it have to do with this matter?
Could it be that Lin Ze could resolve this grudge by returning the bodies of the three Buddhist sages and apologizing?
Lin Ze has already killed four Buddhist masters, and this grudge has been forged for a long time.
Unless he can resurrect the four people and send them back, this hatred can be resolved.
Obviously, Lin Ze couldn't do it.
In the final analysis, Lin Ze did not expect Buddhism to ignore the past grievances and just wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune.
Xuantang's threatening words, in Lin Ze's opinion, meant that Buddhism did not want to pay the price.
Lin Ze then struck, but for Xuantang, the blow was a bit harsh.
Xuantang's face first showed sadness and anger, then calmed down, and he said firmly: "My Buddha will never give up any of his disciples."
"Does the champion want to negotiate for a replacement? How about just changing to the first seat?"
Lin Ze glanced at Xuantang in surprise: "That's very good."
Xuantang took out a Buddhist bead from his arms, bit his finger, and blood dripped on it drop by drop.
Soon a voice came from the prayer beads: "Xuantang, how are things going?"
Xuantang said calmly: "Master, the young monk has failed. Please discuss with the champion in person."