Several hosts, the first of them, sat on the floor.
These monks are the real high-level figures in Da Ci'an Temple.
These people control the most important seven temples and three halls in Ci'an Temple, and are the core figures of He Temple.
At this moment, even if the moonlight was in the sky, these old monks did not feel sleepy at all.
Obviously, the bandit army surrounded the temple, and the entire temple was closed, and the life and death of the temple could be in danger in just a moment.
The huge pressure kept several old monks awake at night.
The Mahavira Hall and the main hall of the Buddhist hall are brightly lit with candles.
Monk Liao Tong took his time and picked up a lantern flower.
The lanterns suddenly appeared, and several old monks' faces were still dim and obscure.
"Senior brother..."
An old monk lowered his eyes and spoke slowly: "Is it too risky for us to use Yuan Zhen to break the siege of He Temple?"
Xun Shaoyu's luck is still extraordinary in this world.
However, there is still a long way to go before he is the so-called Son of Destiny, the Hidden Dragon Seed.
Even if a great fortune suddenly occurred, several great monks with profound magical powers were caught off guard and blinded Qing Ling's thoughts.
However, as time passes, this influence gradually fades away.
But after two or three hours, these old monks all reacted.
The monk Liao Tong looked at the shaky lanterns in the candlelight.
He seemed to hear thousands of fights and disputes, gradually disappearing in the distance and out of reach.
Monk Liaotong hesitated: "Too dangerous?"
Several old monks felt regretful.
A skinny old monk was annoyed: "Yuanzhen, you are young after all. Why did we... accept such a big responsibility?"
The monk understood the situation and laughed twice meaningfully.
This way of luck is really unbelievable. It moisturizes things so softly and silently that it makes people think very frighteningly.
Whoever is sitting at the head of the table is not a person with profound Buddhist teachings and a firm mind of Zen.
Logically speaking, this kind of person has a ravine and a city in his chest.
How can it be so easy to say something without seeing the real material and only empty words?
"alright,"
Monk Liaotong waved his hand: "Since some junior brothers have doubts, it might as well call Disciple Yuanzhen back."
"In this way, I will save you from panic and uncertainty!"
The leaders obviously did not expect that the great monk would have such an attitude.
After all, Xun Shaoyu was a close disciple of Monk Lingtong.
It may be very simple to prevent Xun Shaoyu from coming to Taiwan.
However, for monks like Liao Tong, they have to be more cautious.
The first person in the Zhike Courtyard quickly stood up and said: "Senior brother...that's not what I meant. I'm waiting..."
Monk Liaotong waved his hand and said casually: "This scoundrel has had ideas since he was a child."
"In Buddhism, if you don't make progress in Buddhism, you can practice fighting skills."
"It's time for him to learn a lesson!"
Having said this, Monk Liao Tong also understood in his heart that at this critical moment, all the five aggregates were confused and the evil forces were rampant. Most of his clairvoyance was lost. He was unable to look down at the sky and see through the pure and turbid yin and yang.
In the past few years, they had known each other day and night, and the monk knew Xun Shaoyu's temperament very well, and he boasted that he knew everything about him.
If you don't move, that's enough. If you move, it will be shocking!
Two or three o'clock, it's too late, it's too late!
The current situation has been decided a long time ago. With Yuan Zhen's luck, how can they stop the thousands of bandits outside the temple!
Monk Liaotong kept saying the same thing, but as for the leaders, what they were thinking in their hearts was not known to others.
"oops……"
Suddenly, an old monk jumped up from the futon.
Pointing to the night outside the door, he said: "This... what is going on?
Several leaders raised their heads at the same time and looked at what the old monk was pointing at.
Then, it suddenly changed color.
"What's going on, what's going on,"
An old monk seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Tong and said word by word: "It's Yuan Zhen..."
Looking at the sky, it is all red, like fire burning clouds, lingering for a long time and lingering for a long time.
In the eyes of a few old monks who have experienced many accidents and experienced many vicissitudes of life.
What this means is very clear.
"Madman, madman, there are thousands of troops outside. He is trying to drag Ci'an Temple into a place of eternal destruction!" The old monk was so angry that his body was shaking, and a faint golden glow slowly flowed on the sagging skin.
Several old monks shouted: "Senior brother... please don't let this junior do anything wanton again,"
Monk Liao Tong lowered his eyelids and said, "Amitabha,"
The old monks couldn't help but be surprised when they saw the indifferent Monk Tong.
It's too late to stop it now!
Several old monks looked at each other.
Liao Jingruo had a profound meaning and sighed: "Just wait!"
At this moment, any obstruction will only add fuel to the fire. This will make the bad situation in Ci'an Temple even worse.
All they, the leaders of Ci'an Temple, can do now is wait patiently.
Waiting is the longest!
Each of these eminent monks has extremely advanced meditation skills.
Days and nights of sleepless meditation are nothing more than routine for them.
However, nowadays, it is difficult for these old monks to maintain a Zen mind and concentration.
About half a quarter, one-eighth of an hour.
A little novice monk quickly ran into the main hall of the Mahavira Hall, the Buddhist hall.
Looking at the novice monks, several old monks stood up at the same time.
Monk Lingtong, who was sitting upright, was sitting steadily. However, the slight forward leaning of his body could still show the ups and downs in his heart.
The little novice monk looked happy and said, "Masters and uncles,"
Seeing this joyful look, the old monks felt a little confident in their hearts.
Liao Jing took a few steps forward, grabbed the little novice monk's arm, and asked, "Where is Yuan Zhen? Have the bandits outside the temple been dispersed?"
On the young novice's face, there was still some blush left by the surge of energy and blood when he was running.
"Master's uncle, Master Yuanzhen, he brought more than a hundred stick monks to attack the rebel camp at night. Thousands of thieves were driven away by the stick monks, and they were scattered."
The young novice's words made the leaders of the group beam with joy.
"OK!!"
"Hahaha...Okay!!"
Monk Liao Jing kept nodding his head and said with a smile: "It seems that our use of Yuan Zhen has quite a miraculous effect. We use it on the right disease."
The understanding monk smiled and said nothing.
A young man who lives up to his destiny, is noble and extraordinary.
If you don't even have this ability, wouldn't all the great monk's carving efforts over the past few years have been in vain?
An old monk suddenly said: "Monks should have compassion in mind. This traitor is really hateful."
"However, in the end, it is the common people who obey and are deceived by the Vacuum Sect. Don't be too harsh, as it will lose the compassion of monks like us!"
The leaders nodded and responded: "Good, good, Amitabha."
When the young novice heard this, his face looked strange, and he stopped talking.
The old monk caught a glimpse of the novice's face and said unhappily: "Why, do you have any objections to what the old monk said?"
The little novice monk immediately turned pale with fright.
The rules of Ci'an Temple are bigger than those in heaven.
He quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "I don't dare, I don't dare. My uncle is so kind and merciful, so how dare I have any objections..."
"Then, what's the gesture?"
The old monk shook his robe and his face was ashen.
Beads of sweat like soybeans covered the little novice's forehead unknowingly: "Yes...yes..."
With clear eyes, he slowly swept across the group of leaders and said, "You might as well tell me whatever it is."
The young novice monk, as if he had been granted amnesty, lowered his head and said, "Uncle Yuanzhen,"
When they heard that it was Xun Shaoyu, the leaders frowned slightly, not knowing why.
"Uncle Yuanzhen, he...he took a dozen monks with him, selected two or three hundred strong men from the thieves, and headed...toward the city."
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Jinping Mansion,
Ranked among the eight prefectures in Xiyi, it is the capital of Xiyi and the auxiliary city of Yizhou.
Now, within the city, rebels are raging and there is no order.
The rebels, wearing red scarves and yellow armor, burned, killed and looted. They were like a swarm of locusts, constantly eating away at the vitality of this ancient city.
Ci'an Temple is located in the western suburbs of Fucheng.
There is a certain distance between the capital and the capital.
Standing in a short place, looking at the city gate that was more than ten feet high, Xun Shaoyu said quietly: "What a majestic city."
A city wall that is more than ten feet high can only be built in this kind of world with some extraordinary characteristics.
After all, there are many warriors and Taoists in this world, and there are endless talents and strangers.
In front of some Taoist masters and martial arts masters, if the height of the city wall is not more than seven or eight feet, it is basically like walking on flat ground.
Therefore, in this world, some big cities and majestic cities have walls that are ten feet high.
"It's a pity, this is a great city,"
Xun Shaoyu slowly exhaled, his mind churning.
"If such a majestic city were to be attacked from the front, it would be unthinkable without more than ten times the number of troops."
This is what Xun Shaoyu had in mind about Fucheng at this moment.
Mingyuan called out in a low voice: "Uncle Master,"
"Without the orders of my uncles and masters, it would be inevitable for you to act like this..."
Xun Shaoyu snorted and said: "They...of course they won't be happy!"
"If these old stubborns could be swayed so easily, how could I kill them first and tell them later?"
"The two armies are clashing, and the opportunity is fleeting. By the time these old stubborns think clearly, I'm afraid the Vacuum Cult's army will have wiped out the Jinping Mansion."
Xun Shaoyu's worries are not unreasonable.
Chen Guang, the leader of the Vacuum Cult, ascended to the throne of Jingchuhou, and lived in eight seats, making up a group of princes. The potential power was so huge.
Even this leader is far away in Jingzhou and cannot really interfere in Yizhou affairs.
However, the name of Marquis Jingchu, leader of the Vacuum Cult, is still very intimidating.
Otherwise, Chen Chujiu was just Chen Guang's clan brother and would not have been able to cause such a big disturbance in just two or three years.
"Isn't this impossible?"
Mingyuan's eyebrows twitched in disbelief.
"impossible?"
Xun Shaoyu chewed for a moment and said, "What is this? It's impossible."
"The Vacuum Cult is highly contagious and spreads across areas. This is exactly what they are good at."
Thinking about it makes me feel terrible.
In Buddhism, there is a tongue fighting lotus, which is infinitely superior to Taoism in terms of verbal skills.
But if you want to compare the strength of your appeal with a cult, then you are really asking for trouble.