The battle on Lingshan Mountain is beginning to take shape, and the outcome will not be decided in a short time.
Unexpectedly, the Lord of Nine Heavens did not appear, and neither did Lord Buddha.
High-level officials from both sides entered the scene one after another, each dispatching powerful generals, and the fight became more and more fierce.
Jiuchongtian had been planning for a long time, and the army pressed on the border, catching Buddhism quite unprepared.
"My fellow monks, please return to Lingshan as soon as possible."
The monks who were originally scattered all over the human world to exterminate the ghosts that broke out of hell received the order almost at the same time.
It turns out that external demons have invaded Lingshan and are in urgent need of support, so they want to take the Sangha back.
"Sword-swallowing monk, we can't go any further."
Li Ximan stopped where he was. He had just found out that the ancient country on this land was called Qiu Country.
The fellow monks received the order and immediately returned to Lingshan to fight against the invading external demons together.
"I know, but wouldn't it be better to just ignore the ghosts in the world?"
No one can answer Li Ximan's question. Lingshan is a sacred place for Buddhism and there is no room for error.
There are hundreds of millions of monks. Without the foundation of Lingshan, even if they can protect the human world, they will lose more than they gain.
Once a crisis comes, all living beings are no longer equal.
"Let's go!"
"Hmm~"
Li Gui just woke up from his sleep that day, and after recalling the Buddhist scriptures he had learned in his dream, he felt that he had gained a lot.
As a result, all the monks under the master's command were packing their bags and were about to travel far away.
"Master, is there something important?"
Master, raise your hand, Lingshan is in trouble, and Lord Buddha has given orders to come back quickly for help."
"Let's not worry about ghost disasters in the world for the time being."
Li Gui was shocked when he heard this, and the monks evacuated. Wouldn't it mean that they were ignoring the people in the world, and it was inevitable that people would be ruined.
"Li Gui, there is nothing we can do about this."
The master put his hands together and looked compassionate, "Lord Buddha once said that when all living beings suffer, it is my Buddha who suffers."
"This time when we return to Lingshan, all our sins and karma will be attributed to the Buddha. We must know our shame and then be brave."
"After the external demons are destroyed, we can rebuild this land and river."
Although Li Gui knew it was inappropriate, after listening to the master's explanation, he felt that he was being humble and could not question it.
As usual, when the ghost disaster has broken out halfway, the monks should gradually enter the world, eliminate most of the ghosts, and drive the rest back to hell. Lingshan suddenly changed, causing Buddhism to have to send manpower to help, and gave up the human world.
The ghosts no longer have natural enemies, so they become more and more arrogant, slaughtering cities and annihilating countries, and the human race they eat is on the verge of extinction.
"The root of all sins lies with the Lord of the Nine Heavens. If he hadn't ordered the attack on Lingshan, how could there have been such a disaster in the world?"
A monk looked at the fallen city in front of him. The ghosts broke into the house, captured the struggling living people, carved them up and devoured them. The scene was horrific.
His eyes were filled with tears and pity, and he couldn't bear to look any more, so he turned around and left.
"Master, it's time to leave."
A young monk stepped on the ice and walked down the city wall step by step, following the monk's departure.
Bing Xin Monk, the young monk who rose to fame this time, and Sword Swallowing Monk from the south and north, are the two people with the fastest rise to fame.
"Bing Xin Monk, listen carefully, the sins belong to the Lord of Nine Heavens, and you must seek justice for all living beings in the world."
Bing Xin Monk nodded silently, guarding a delicate frost flower in his palm.
"Senior monk, why did you abandon me?"
"Doesn't the light of Buddhism protect the subjects of our country? How can you bear it?"
A king in a gorgeous yellow robe hugged the monk's thigh and cried incessantly.
The sea of ghosts gathering outside the city is colliding with the city wall every day. If it were not guarded by Buddhist monks, they would have already entered.
The people in the city, including the princes and nobles, lived in fear day and night, but they were still able to survive.
But now, the last hope is gone, and the monks are leaving.
"Your Majesty, there is nothing we can do about fate coming together and separation. My Buddhist sect is in trouble, and I have to go back to protect the holy land."
The monk had no choice but to look around. All the monks he saw lowered their heads and clasped their hands together in silence.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw a chubby young monk, it was you.
"Wu Zheng, you stay."
The fat monk couldn't believe it and pointed at his nose, "Me?"
Although the food and accommodation in the palace are good, there are evil spirits everywhere outside the city, and the only way to stay here is to die.
My dharma title is "No Controversy," but it means no fight for anything. Now we are at the last moment. If we don't fight, we will be dead. "No, no, I can't, Arhat, Linhai, you start choosing someone else, someone else is more suitable."
Everyone knows that once the Sangha leaves, the remaining monks will be buried as martyrs for the kingdom.
After all, the monks are worshiped every year and the king treats the monks as honored guests. It’s hard to just leave. After all, there will be something left behind.
But anyone can be left here, so why him?
The fat monk has a strong desire to survive, and his small eyes blink with a pitiful look.
"You are a young monk who has become famous recently. Although you have not yet been awarded the title, you have the strength of an Arhat. No one else has your ability. That's it. In the name of Arhat, I order you to stay and help the Lord of the country resist evil spirits.
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The fat monk seemed to have guessed the reason. It was not because he had no backer behind him. The other monks were all direct descendants of the Arhat. The king looked at the fat monk as if grasping a life-saving straw, "Honored monk, help me."
The fat monk had a ghostly expression in his heart. How could there be so many tellings? The eminent monks are all a bunch of sanctimonious bald donkeys.
Okay, you all have left, leaving me to die alone. I may offend you and rebel on the spot.
But thinking like this is enough to make him worried. There is no way to rebel. It is obviously impossible for the ghosts in hell. To rebel is to deliver food. The gods and demons are far away in the sky, and there is no way to take refuge. This way is not feasible.
On the other side of Lingshan Mountain, the so-called outer demon path is very mysterious, but he was strictly ordered to stay and could not reach Lingshan Mountain.
The fat monk was so worried that he only scratched his hair, but when he touched it, he realized that he had no hair anymore.
I felt regretful in my heart. If I had known this, I would not have become a monk. What's wrong with following my father to kill pigs and sheep?
"Wuzheng, I'm optimistic about you. Let's meet again in Lingshan someday."
Before Arhat left, he comforted the fat monk Wu Zheng and left him a few Buddhist instruments.
The fat monk's eyelids were twitching. How could he hold on? Let's not meet again in Lingshan, let's meet directly in the underground hell!
Just when he was desperate, a voice suddenly rang in his ear, "If you want to change the family, come to me!"
"who?"
The fat monk was extremely alarmed and alarmed. The Arhat had no respect for him. He did not have the title of Arhat, but he had the strength of an Arhat.
However, the person who spoke close to his ear was obviously very powerful and above him.
"Haha. If you are dying and your mind is wandering, don't be too vigilant. At this time, if someone is willing to give you a life-saving straw, don't rush to refuse. It's better to wait and see."
The fat monk Wu Zheng sneered, "Although your words are good, if you are a ghost and confuse people's hearts, is it possible that I won't resist?"