Chapter 121 Going to the Seventh Sect Temple

The burning figure at the highest point of the Buddha platform was so dazzling.

Those so-called enlightened monks were so angry that their faces, which were pretending to be calm at that moment, could no longer remain relaxed, and their facial features wrinkled together.

They cursed their fathers and mothers, and hurriedly climbed to the fourteenth platform with the "heavy" cassock on their bodies.

But the irony was.

They fell down.

They fell hard, and their bodies, which were not young to begin with, could not stand up again.

Monk Kongwo sat on the fourteenth platform.

This is a position that has never been seen before and will never be seen again.

He sat on it quietly.

After saying the words "Buddha is not in Buddha City", he slowly closed his eyes.

The believers below cried and wailed.

They were not crying for the monks.

But the words "Buddha is not in Buddha City" caused their faith to collapse.

They became crazy.

Why?

How could Buddha not be in Buddha City?

If Buddha is not in Buddha City, where else can he be?

They couldn't understand, and a nameless anger arose in their hearts.

They wanted to vent.

They racked their brains to think of words to refute.

But they couldn't refute.

The man who claimed that "Buddha is not in Buddha City" climbed to the highest platform.

He defeated the most respected monks in thirteen temples.

This shows that his Buddhism has never been seen before and will never be seen again.

If he is said to have evil intentions.

But he is already dead! If there is Buddha in Buddha City, why didn't Buddha save him? Prove the existence of Buddha?

Buddha...maybe he is really not in Buddha City.

Buddha City went crazy at this moment.

The impact on the people here is no less than that of monks encountering spiritual energy exhaustion.

The false Buddha of faith, without the basis of Buddhist principles and Dharma, is ultimately a floating duckweed. The fig leaf in the hearts of the people was violently torn open.

And the thirteen temples that claim to be orthodox.

They were even more furious.

This damn monk.

With just one sentence, the foundation of his rule was shaken.

The high monks of Qizong Temple were furious, but looking at the figure in the fire clothes, they were afraid from the bottom of their hearts and did not dare to approach.

The high monk of Luji Temple sitting on the twelfth platform was slapping a monk from the same temple crazily.

He blamed the other party for his failure in the debate.

If it weren't for the unclean food he cooked.

How could he lose in concentration?

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"Wanji Fourteenth Platform, I didn't expect that someone could still climb up after the spiritual energy was exhausted."

Mu Qin looked at this scene with admiration.

"One person saves a city, what a great ambition." Li Tianyu smacked his tongue.

But invisibly, he no longer looked down on the mortal world with a high-handed attitude, but felt that the talents in this world, regardless of immortals and mortals, were all worthy of admiration.

"This person has a deep Buddhist nature, but can he... really save it?" Si Nian asked in a low voice.

Perhaps they are both pursuers of the Tao.

When this person stepped onto the first platform, the three of them felt a sense of mutual sympathy.

Either fall on the road or die at the top.

Willingly, without regrets.

No need to pity or lend a helping hand, because some things are more important than life.

"Seeing this scene, even if this trip has no gains, it is already no regrets." Mu Qin said calmly.

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Liu Qingxi didn't know how he returned to Kongwo Temple.

He only felt that he came to this secluded temple again in a daze, and the sound of chanting came faintly from inside.

The abbot, the second monk, and the third monk were sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddhist hall, chanting and performing rituals.

He felt a little irritable in his heart.

Bloodshot climbed up his eyes.

He returned to the room and closed the door tightly.

I don't know what he was thinking about.

Until the evening.

There were two "dong dong" sounds outside his door.

Someone was knocking on the door roughly.

There was no response for a long time.

"Damn!"

There was a swear word outside the door.

Then the wooden door was kicked open, and the figure of Zhang Daoke emerged. There is no doubt that he has been in the martial arts world for many years, and his internal force and martial arts are first-class. Not to mention the wooden door, even the steel plate can be bent.

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Different from Zhang Daoke.

Li Changxiao, wearing a black and white mask on his face, just watched quietly, and his expression under the mask was always calm.

Then, Liu Qingxi was pulled out of the Kongwo Temple.

Li Changxiao threw a silver to the abbot to compensate for the wooden door that had just been kicked and the accommodation fee for the past few days.

The death of Monk Kongwo.

It was everyone's wish. The Buddha platform at the highest point, the raging burning self, was a perfect ending for him.

One more minute, one second later, it was not good enough.

Only in this way.

The sentence "Buddha is not in the Buddha City" can enter people's hearts and have an unspeakable magic.

Only in this way can there be hope to break the false Buddha.

In fact.

That night, Li Changxiao and Monk Kongwo talked a lot, far more than the temple ceremony.

Li Changxiao also asked him about Buddhism, asked him about Buddhist teachings, asked him if he could accept help, and even asked him if he was willing to share his Buddhist insights with others...

After a while.

The three of them arrived at the foot of the Qizong Temple.

As one of the three major temples in the Buddhist city.

The card face is naturally full, built on the top of a mountain, and backed by several continuous mountains.

People who want to burn incense.

Must make every effort to climb to the top of the mountain.

You have to pay expensive tolls on the way, otherwise it is contempt for the Buddha, and you will be kicked off the mountain at the least, and thrown into the prison symbolizing the "Eighteen Levels of Hell" at the worst.

"What are you doing here?" Liu Qingxi shook off Zhang Daoke's hand.

His face was as gloomy as the sky at the moment.

This land made him sick.

"Burn incense." Zhang Daoke grinned.

The moment he finished speaking.

A light drizzle floated in the air.

He patted the straight knife at his waist.

He pressed down the bamboo hat on his head, and then stepped onto the stairs first.

Li Changxiao patted Liu Qingxi's shoulder and asked him if he wanted to drink. If not, it would be fishy later.

That smell is not good.

Liu Qingxi was stunned for a moment, grabbed the wine gourd, and gulped down two big mouthfuls.

The spicy smell rushed straight into his nose.

If it were normal, he would definitely scold that the wine was too strong and it was simply not for human consumption.

But at this moment, he felt it was just right.

As if to show his heroism.

He threw the wine gourd back, followed Zhang Daoke, and stepped onto the stairs.

Li Changxiao hurried to catch the precious gourd.

His eyes were a little resentful.

Then they also stepped onto the Seventh Ancestor Temple. As they were walking, a head rolled down from above, and it was killed with one blow.

The three walked silently and killed without a sound. Ironically, the monks of this temple, who were potbellied and only knew a few tricks of kung fu, happened to meet the three people. They didn't even shout, but were already killed with a knife.

The monks were eating wine and eating meat in the back mountain.

Who knew that today, a few uninvited guests came.

Human power always has its limits.

Zhang Daoke is not as reckless as a reckless person. He is good at kung fu, but if he faces the entire temple and encounters the several stick formations that are often practiced in the temple, he will not be able to handle it.

Therefore, he dared to climb the mountain and kill people only on the premise of understanding the rules of the Seventh Ancestor Temple.

All the way to the dungeon.

"Huh..."

"You... candy..."

A woman squatting in the corner, counting ants, opened her bright eyes and pointed at Li Changxiao.

She still remembered that she gave the other party a candy.

He must have come to play with her.

"Play..." She clapped her hands happily. In her mind, she could play together if she was given candy.

Zhang Dao Ke came to see him last night, not just to drink.

He also wanted to tell Li Changxiao that the people from Qi Zong Temple took the foolish woman to the dungeon.

And the purpose was very simple.

It was to make her into a magic weapon. In their opinion, a woman who had given birth to a saint was an excellent raw material for making magic weapons.

According to the custom of Qi Zong Temple, she was locked up in the dungeon for three days to wash away the turbid air on her body.

Then the first step was to shave her hair.

The second step was to let her bleed, not all in one day, but for seven consecutive days, a part of it was let out every day.

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