The steep mountain roads wind and stretch in the mountains. As in the past, the mountain roads are crowded with people. Countless devout believers climb towards the temple to pay homage and pay homage to the gods in their hearts.
The monks of Tianyin Temple are scattered everywhere, welcoming the people who come up. The monk Zhike greets the people coming and going with a smile at the mountain gate, creating a peaceful scene.
Fashan, the disciple of Master Puhong who is in charge of Tianyin Temple, is also standing behind the mountain gate at this moment, watching the crowd outside.
Originally, with his status and Taoism, there was no need to do this, but allowing pilgrims to go up the mountain to worship Buddha on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month was an initiative of his master, Master Puhong. If nothing happened, he and Dharma Xiang would come over to help. On this day
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But recently, he seemed to be in a trance and restless, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Just as he was welcoming the pilgrims, his eyes were suddenly enveloped by a tall figure.
He was a middle-aged scribe with an elegant temperament. He held a folding fan in his hand, which added to his elegance.
The other party looked at him with a smile and said: "Little monk, go and ask your abbot to come out."
Inexplicably, Fashan was startled, and the uneasy feeling in his heart became more solemn.
He looked at the other party cautiously and said, "May I ask who you are?"
"I?"
The scribe opened the folding fan, shook it gently, and said with a smile: "I am here to cause trouble for your Tianyin Temple. Go quickly and ask your abbot to come out. If it is too late, I am afraid that you will be destroyed if you raise the temple."
risk."
He stretched out his hand and a golden bowl appeared, and then said: "This is the token, go quickly."
That golden bowl!
Fashan was shocked. As a disciple of Master Puhong, he certainly recognized the origin of this golden bowl. He took it and took a closer look at it in disbelief. He saw that various Buddhist mantras were engraved on it, which contained the supreme power of Buddha.
It’s their Tianyin Temple’s most treasured Buddha Golden Bowl, but the golden bowl is not intact at the moment. There is a sword mark on it that almost split it in half!
Something must have happened to Uncle Pukong!
This realization flashed through Fashan's heart, he looked at the middle-aged scribe deeply, and then said: "Donor, wait a moment, I will go and report to the abbot!"
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In the Zen room, Master Puhong is practicing.
The layout of the Zen room is simple. Apart from tables, chairs and futons, there is not even a bed. It is so simple that it is hard to believe that this is the residence of the abbot of Tianyin Temple.
I don’t know what the outcome of the fight in Fenxiang Valley will be, or when Junior Brother Pukong and Fa Xiang will come back...
He thought about how powerful Qingyun Sect was now, and couldn't help but sigh. Today's Qingyun Sect is much stronger than when Patriarch Qingye was around, and Tianyin Temple is struggling.
It would be great if that Mo Li was his disciple.
As his thoughts were swirling, Fa Shan's voice suddenly came from outside: "Master, there is someone outside who wants to see you, and he also brought Uncle Pukong's golden bowl of pagoda!"
The golden bowl of pagoda!
Master Puhong's expression changed. The golden bowl of the Buddha is the most precious treasure of Tianyin Temple. Junior Brother Pukong regards it as his life. How could it appear in the hands of outsiders? Could something have happened?
"Master!" Fashan raised his voice.
"Bring it in and show it to me," Master Pu Hong said.
Fashan responded, opened the door of the Zen room, and respectfully presented the golden bowl of the pagoda.
Master Pu Hong took it and rubbed it carefully. When he saw the sword mark, his expression suddenly changed!
"This sword mark..."
He frowned. The pagoda golden bowl was made of Vajra Divine Iron, with the Buddhist Vajra Ruyi Formation engraved on it. It can be big or small, extremely hard, and has infinite power. Even a mountain peak can be smashed into powder.
But he was almost cut in half by a sword. The cultivation level of the person who used the sword was really unfathomable!
"Can the person reveal his identity?" Pu Hong asked.
Fashan shook his head and said: "He only said that you should go see him quickly, otherwise the temple will be destroyed."
"Then let's meet."
Pu Hong pondered slightly and then said: "Go and find your Uncle Pu De and ask him to lead the monks in the temple to be on guard."
Fashan responded and retreated, while Puhong stood up and quickly headed towards the temple gate.
When he arrived at the door and saw the person coming, he was startled. It was obvious that he had not expected to see the person in front of him. Then a smile appeared on his face and he said with a smile: "I didn't expect it was you, Zeng Donor."
The person who came was none other than Zeng Shuchang. He was dressed in a Confucian shirt and had an elegant demeanor. He was standing among the people who came to pay homage, just like a scholar who came to offer incense and play.
Uncle Zeng often saw Pu Hong with a smile on his face, but there was a hint of indifference that could repel people thousands of miles away. He did not show any courtesy and said to Pu Hong: "Master, I came today to cause trouble!"
Pu Hong smiled and said: "What did the donor say? You and I have been friends for hundreds of years, and have gone through several battles between good and evil to fight against the enemy together. We can be said to be like brothers, just like our own family, so why bother?"
"
"Please invite the donor to come in and serve tea."
Zeng Shuchang snorted coldly and said: "There is no need to come in to serve tea. It is for the sake of the friendship between our two families that I am here alone!"
"Master, you have to think carefully about what I'm going to say next, otherwise you'll make a mistake..."
He looked at the many palaces in Tianyin Temple, the incense was scattered, and the people were crowded around each other. It looked like a bustling and lively scene, but he said: "This thousand-year-old temple will definitely be destroyed in one day!"
"What happened?" Master Pu Hong asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Uncle Zeng carefully observed the expression on the old monk's face and saw that it didn't look like he was faking it, so he said, "Have you ever seen Master Jinbo of Buddha?"
Upon hearing this, Master Puhong took out the Golden Bowl of the Buddha and said: "This treasure is the treasure that Lao Na's junior brother Pukong lives in. Why did it fall into the hands of Qingyun Sect? How did the sword marks on it come from? Please ask Zeng
Please give me an explanation, Chief."
"You old monk, do you want me to explain?!"
Zeng Shuchang said with a funny face: "Okay, then I will give you an explanation!"
He stretched out his hand and there were several round heads on the ground, all of which were shaved monks.
Looking at those heads, Master Pu Hong's expression changed drastically and he said: "Pukong, Faxiang, you... you..."
He looked panicked and full of disbelief. After all, his junior brother, Fa Xiang and other disciples were just there to watch the battle. With their way of doing things, even if something happened, they would not all be killed.
"What's going on? How did they offend the Qingyun Sect to deserve such cruel treatment from your sect?!" Master Pu Hong asked with an unkind expression.
"You, an old monk, know how to confuse right and wrong!"
Zeng Shuchang said: "What do you mean we are murderous? Do you know what your good disciples have done?!"
"I would like to hear the details!" Master Puhong responded in a deep voice.
Zeng Shuchang smiled coldly and said: "In the battle of Fenxiang Valley, I, the genius of Qingyun Sect, Mo Li, killed the Beast God. Then I was ambushed by the disciples of the Demon Sect. I used the Qingyun Sword Technique to strangle most of the elites of the Demon Sect, and then I was injured."
"When I, Tian Buyi, the leader of Qingyun Sect, was escorting him back to the mountain gate, I was intercepted and killed by some disciples of the Demon Sect. Fortunately, these bald donkeys from your temple came to my rescue. Unexpectedly, when I set out again, these bald donkeys suddenly attacked me. If it weren't for
I sent disciple Mo Li, who has extraordinary Taoism, slashed the Golden Bowl of Buddha with his sword, and broke the formation of the Immovable Ming King of Nashilaozi. I am afraid that all the disciples of Qingyun will perish."
"Pu Hong, you are quite scheming! You want to reap the benefits while we are exhausted from the battle with the monsters. Today, you must give me an explanation!"
Pu Hong remained silent.
The light in his eyes flickered, but he was thinking about the meaning of Uncle Zeng's words. These words contained too much information.
Mo Li single-handedly killed the beast god and destroyed most of the demon sect's monsters. Such achievements are truly earth-shattering!
However, considering that the Beast God's behavior was such that he could destroy the Incense Valley, it was not surprising that Mo Li could defeat the Demon Cult with one man and one sword.
However, Mo Li was injured. Later, he was rescued by Fa Xiang and others from a sneak attack by the Demon Cult. Fa Xiang and others made a sneak attack again. This twist and turn was beyond his expectation.
But it makes sense if you think about it carefully. The Dharma Prime must have noticed that Qingyun disciples were empty of power, and wanted to take the opportunity to eradicate Mo Li, an existence that could destroy the balance of the practice world, and gain a breathing space for the future of Tianyin Temple, so he took the initiative without permission.
action.
Unfortunately, it failed.
Thinking of the deaths of Pukong and Faxiang and other elite disciples of Tianyin Temple, even though Master Puhong had devoted himself to practicing Buddhism for hundreds of years and his Taoism was comparable to that of Taiqing Realm, he still felt a little unbearable.
Puzhi died at an early age, and Pukong passed away again. From then on, only two of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple were left, and the next generation successor Faxiang who he had painstakingly cultivated also died. Tianyin Temple can be said to be in an unprecedented weakness.
when.
If at this time, the Qingyun Sect takes the opportunity to cause trouble and weaken it, it will be even worse.
In the blink of an eye, Master Puhong had made a plan.
He clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, what I said to you is wrong. All the disciples in Laoji Temple died, but the disciples of your sect were unscathed. Laoji did not dare to judge whether this was right or wrong. He only knew that the disciples in the temple
I am used to sincerely worshiping Buddha, and all the pilgrims and pilgrims from hundreds of miles around are witnesses."
"Master Zeng wants to give an explanation, but I really don't know what to explain. I would like to ask your sect, since your sect's benefactor Mo Li and Chief Tian are here, with their conduct, such ferocious figures as the beast god and the demon sect
Even if they are not their opponents, how can these disciples in Lao Na Temple dare to attack them?"
"How did these disciples of Lao Na die? I'm afraid I should ask Master Zeng to give Lao Na an explanation."
These words made Uncle Zeng change his face on the spot.
What does Pu Hong mean by this? This is clearly confusing right and wrong, turning Tianyin Temple's sneak attack into the strong bully of the Qingyun Sect!
How could he endure this?
But unfortunately, when the incident happened, except for the disciples of Qingyun and Tianyin, there were no other sects around. There was really no one who could testify for them!
If Pu Hong refuses to admit his guilt, there is really no way to explain this matter clearly.
Uncle Zeng's face flashed with green light, and a strong aura emanated from his body. He said, "Pu Hong, do you think that I came here today to reason with you?"
"So that you all know that if you don't give me an explanation today, don't blame my Qingyun Sect's subordinates for being ruthless!"
"Master Zeng, please calm down."
Master Puhong's face was as calm as ever, and there was a golden light emanating from his body, but he isolated Zeng Shuchang's aura from the pilgrims offering incense. He said: "If your sect has evidence, I, Tianyin Temple, will definitely apologize, but
If there is no evidence, let me wait until I find out the truth before dealing with it."
"If Master Zeng is aggressive, I, Tianyin Temple, will not be afraid!"
As he spoke, the golden light all over his body suddenly became strong, and in the void, there was a faint sound of Zen, which was magnificent and vast, cleansing the mind.
Uncle Zeng, who was not as good as the other party, grunted, took a few steps back, and his breathing became disordered.
When the pilgrims on the mountain suddenly heard the sound of Zen, they were all startled. When they saw Master Puhong at the door, covered in golden light, with a majestic appearance, like a Buddhist Arhat descending to earth, they were so frightened that they knelt down, bowed their heads, and chanted sutras loudly.
arts.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Seeing this, Zeng Shuchang shouted three good words angrily, and then clapped his hands heavily!
The sound is crisp and clear, and with the blessing of spiritual power, it can be heard clearly for ten miles, up and down the mountain!
Phew! Phew! Phew...
Phew! Phew! Phew...
The moment the voice fell, rays of sword light shot into the sky. In the blink of an eye, Mount Xumi was surrounded by a group of Qingyun monks in all directions!
There are hundreds of these monks, all elites of the Seven Meridians, with extraordinary conduct.
That momentum spread, and the entire Sumeru Mountain was filled with a heavy atmosphere. Even though Master Puhong was a profound practitioner, he felt heavy in his heart and felt a little troublesome.
Uncle Zeng raised his hand and made a move, and the folding fan in his hand immediately turned into a fairy sword. The sword glow turned silver white, flickering in the void, bright and dazzling.
He flew into the air, looked down from a high position, and shouted: "Pu Hong, on the order of the master of Qingyun, I came to Tianyin Temple today to seek justice for the attack on my disciple Qingyun. Anyone who dares to stop him will be killed without mercy!"
Hundreds of Qingyun disciples shouted in unison: "Kill without mercy!"
Intense murderous intent, as everyone's anger suddenly appeared, was so strong that all the pilgrims and monks on Mount Xumi turned pale, and their hearts were extremely frightened.
Unexpectedly, Master Puhong replied in a deep voice: "Amitabha, if Qingyun Sect wants to use its power to bully others, we at Tianyin Temple will have to retaliate in kind. Junior Brother Pude..."
Immediately, an old voice came from the temple: "What are your orders, senior brother?"
"Activate the mountain protection formation to protect the safety of all pilgrims going up the mountain!" Pu Hong said.
A word came, and then, countless restrictions were suddenly activated on Mount Sumeru. Vast Sanskrit sounds sounded in the void, and the golden Buddha light was dazzling. A brilliant golden swastika mantra appeared on Tianyin Temple.
, rising slowly.
"This is our Tianyin Temple's mountain-protecting formation, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong Dharma Array. Please be careful if you are the leader." Pu Hong said calmly.
"What a great formation for the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong. Today I want to see which one is stronger between my Qingyun formation and your Tianyin formation!"
Uncle Zeng often shouted: "Disciples, listen to the order and set up the Qiankun Liuhe Sword Formation!"
Hundreds of disciples agreed with a bang, and then the light flew and spread out in six directions. The Qi machines were completely connected as one, and a fierce sword intent rose into the sky, just like these hundreds of Qingyun disciples turned into a divine sword.
But Uncle Zeng always stood in the center of the formation, pinched the magic formula with his hand, slashed from a distance, and shouted: "Kill!"