Chapter 454

In a brightly lit hall, a figure like a mountain of meat was sitting cross-legged under the Buddha statue, gorging on wine and meat.

With a glib mouth, he did not realize that not far from Foshan, there were ghost-like creatures gathering rapidly one by one.

In Foshan, there are many monks, and the sound of Sanskrit singing resounds almost in every corner of the temple.

Fatty Jin Xin patted his bulging belly after drinking and eating, then hiccupped, and then got up from the ground, ready to go to Mingxin Hall for daily chanting homework.

Ever since he got to know the young master named Xu in Mucheng, Jin Xin seemed to have opened a door, and the search for wine and meat had become an indispensable homework every day.

When the elders in the temple found him, they found that the fat man Jin Xin was sleeping soundly in a wine jar. The whole person drank the unconscious and angry elder, and brought him back to Foshan directly, and ordered three It is not allowed to go down the mountain one step during the year.

However, this alone cannot completely stop the fat man's desire for good food. In the future, there will be a lot of believers in burning incense in Foshan, and although Jin Xin's cultivation is not very good, he does have his own unique views on Buddhism. However, when those believers came into contact with him, they also found that this fat master was a person with wisdom roots, so they naturally worked hard to make friends.

After the two parties got acquainted, when they were going to unravel the lottery for the pilgrims, Jin Xin would intentionally or unintentionally recite a wise saying that he regarded as a standard, deliberately letting the other party hear it.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha remembers it in his heart. If you ask me that? You are not crazy." Among these lucky people, they are also smart people. Naturally, you can hear the meaning of Jin Xin's words. Often when you go up the mountain next time , would sneak some meat to Jin Xin, which made the latter overjoyed.

At the moment, in the crowded Mingxin Hall, the monks were sitting cross-legged, reciting the Emperor's Fundamental Vow Sutra, hoping to use the mighty power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to save all those who died in the battlefield in the past few days on the mainland.

These monks are all very devout believers. When they read the scriptures together, they naturally have a different kind of momentum. If someone who is proficient in Buddhism looks at Foshan from a distance, he will find endless "卍" characters coming from the monks' mouths. Emerged from the air, and then drifted to various parts of the mainland.

At this time, the people in the Nether Palace ambushing at the foot of Foshan finally started their actions, divided into several small groups, slowly walked up the mountain from various trails, and started a silent massacre.

The reason why the Nether Palace chose Foshan is very simple. Although these bald donkeys do not appear to be strong in combat, they are the most powerful existences among the major forces with firm beliefs. Moreover, the battlefield where they join can often play a role in killing corpses. The supernatural effect of the Nether Palace made it impossible for the Nether Palace to draw on the slightest strength from the body. Naturally, it became a thorn in the Nether Palace's eyes, a thorn in the flesh, and wished to get rid of it as soon as possible.

After some secret planning, everyone thought that the temporary recuperation of the Nether Palace was due to the loss of a certain amount of strength in the battlefield, but who would have thought that everything was only used by the Nether Palace? It's just a blindfold, in order to let the people on the mainland come to raid Foshan when they relax, and catch them by surprise. Only in this way, the various forces that are watching and helping each other will have no time to react, and give Nether Palace a chance to uproot Foshan. Chance.

One after another figures shrouded in black mist took out a gleaming knife from their arms, then groped into the middle of the temple, and groped towards the place where there were few people.

"ah……"

There were sudden screams in the monastery. Ordinary monks who were temporarily not qualified to enter the Mingxin Hall, had not started their own life of searching for the Dharma, but fell under the butcher knife of the Nether Palace.

As time went by, the monks in Mingxin Temple also noticed that something was wrong, but now they can't be distracted at all. This is the most critical moment of Buddhism. There will be a certain backlash, so although I am anxious in my heart, I can only resist the desire to go out for a trip, and sit there and continue to chant sutras.

"The bald donkeys inside, listen to me, now you are the only ones left in Foshan, and we have killed all the others. If you have the guts, come out of it as soon as possible, and the uncle can give it to you. A happy one." Outside the Mingxin Palace, a leader of the Nether Palace put his hands on his hips, looking at the shining golden Mingxin Palace, a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

But at this time, who can answer them?

Even the host and the lecturer were not distracted at the moment, and no one thought that the Nether Palace would carry out this sudden attack.

Jin Xin has always been unwilling to participate in such regular rituals as chanting, even if he comes here reluctantly every time, he just pretends to open his mouth. , the breasts became plump again.

It is precisely because of his lack of business that he is now the only person in the temple who can act independently.

Hearing the extremely arrogant words outside, Jin Xin was also furious. He has always liked the comfortable life here in Foshan. His family has been ruined since he was a child. If there is no master who lectures on the scriptures and brings him back from outside Jingzhou City, I am afraid that he will be here now. , is just a businessman covered in copper stink.

Just when he was about to get up, he found that the Dharma at this moment was coming to an end, so he endured it, otherwise his getting up would definitely alarm the surroundings. extremely bad thing.

However, the leader of the Nether Palace, who has not received a reply for a long time outside, is upset at this moment. Staying in such a place where Buddhism flourishes naturally suppresses them, which makes him feel unhappy.

"Since they are willing to hide inside and be turtles, the little ones follow my orders and set fire!"

Following an order, the rockets in the hands of everyone in Nether Palace fired at Mingxin Palace with a whoosh.

The flames gradually rose, and the temperature in the hall began to rise rapidly. Beads of sweat dripped from the faces of the monks. However, even in the critical moment of life and death, none of these monks got up.

In the mainland these days, there are too many souls who have passed away. If they cannot be completely rescued, it will not be long before the spiritual power in the world will retreat, and the resentment of the dead since ancient times will slowly spread to the mainland. Every corner of the city is full of demons and demons, which is extremely detrimental to the stability of the mainland.

This was the reason for this time's Mingxin Temple to promote the Dharma.

Originally, this news was extremely secretive, and only a few top forces knew about it, but for some reason, Nether Palace still got the news, so Xingye came here. At this time, I am going to give Foshan directly to Yiwoduan.

The raging fire gradually completely burned the hall, and the monks were in the sea of ​​flames, their robes were completely burned, and even their skins were severely burned.

But these monks still closed their eyes tightly, their lips were buzzing, insisting on trying to read all the scriptures.

At the front of the numerous monks was an old monk in a golden cassock. His eyebrows hung directly to the ground, and his expression was serene, as if the surrounding fire was just the warmest embrace for him.

The voice of chanting gradually became lower and lower, and many monks had lost their young lives in the fire.