Donghuang!

By the Jishui River, a Buddhist temple stands.

More than a dozen old monks knocked on the wooden fish, the sound of the Buddha echoed, and the light of the Buddha shone everywhere. They seemed to be saving the souls of the Ji family, and they also seemed to be saving the souls of the dead who died at the hands of the Ji family.

"Hypocritical. He is obviously interested in the Ji family's treasure."

"The hands of Buddhism have reached out to the Western Desert, but no one has killed these dead bald donkeys?"

"When I see a bald head, I want to kill him!"

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The monks passing by felt aggrieved. No one liked Buddhism as an orthodox tradition.

But they were helpless as Buddhism was clearly preparing to develop the Ji family ruins, because they could not defeat Buddhism.

"How can a bunch of ants understand the big game of Buddhism?"

An old monk shook his gray eyebrows and couldn't help but sarcastic in his tone. He looked down at the many monks with a very cold tone.

The sense of superiority arising from the great emperor's orthodoxy arises spontaneously, and the monks from the outside world are regarded as ants.

"Fang Yu, I came back from saving some monks. Master discovered a new secret realm. I, the Buddha, need a pathfinder stone."

The old monk on the high platform glanced at the white-faced young monk at the end, looked down at the young monk with cold eyes, and almost kicked him out.

"Okay!" The young monk walked out of the Buddhist temple.

"The descendants who have been transformed into bastards cannot see their own identity clearly at all." The old monk said sarcastically with wrinkles on his face.

The monks below were silent. Are they much better than the young monk?

The chain of discrimination within the descendants of the local Buddhist orthodoxy is even deeper, just like the old monk whose ancestors were quasi-emperors, and whose background can crush them.

The sun shines into the Buddhist temple one by one, the smelly wind blows by, the clouds accumulate, the gold fragments on the ground gradually decrease, and a murderous aura reverberates.

"How do you feel that a great terror will happen?" A casual cultivator murmured to himself, looking at the sky, his pupils rapidly dilated.

"Buddha...dog..." Before the Sanxiu finished speaking, the blazing Buddha's light exploded.

"Dang...dang!"

The gray wooden fish was struck, the light of Buddha illuminated the sky, and the sound of Buddha echoed endlessly, washing over the valley.

The Buddha's Dharma appears one after another, with the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara making seals, pulling the stars in the sky, and the golden lion roaring, shattering the nine heavens and ten earths, carrying Amitabha Buddha on its back.

The young monk's expression was calm, his eyes were calm, and the frequency of knocking on the wooden fish was getting faster and faster, and the power of transformation was even more terrifying.

Under the sky, the eyes of hundreds of casual cultivators were about to burst, and their souls seemed to have been crushed by a mace. The severe swelling and stinging pain made them worse than death. Everyone curled up and shook violently.

"I don't want to become a Buddhist dog, ah..." A roar came out, and a casual cultivator in green clothes stood up with difficulty, kneading his five fingers into a formation, his eyes tangled and complicated.

He didn't want to die, let alone become a master of Buddhism. He was just a Taoist cultivator, and he knew what he would face, and he would die in the remains of the Ji family.

"Buddhist, go to hell!" Qingyi Sanxiu glared hard, gathered the last strength in his life, turned his palm into a knife, and swung it down brazenly.

"boom!"

Blood splattered, a head flew high, and the headless corpse fell heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The young monk looked calm. He had seen this kind of situation too many times. No master of Buddhism could save anyone without death.

"Ah!"

"Buddhist..."

The casual cultivators roared and wanted to use their last strength to commit suicide. They did not want to die in the ruins of the Ji family.

It would be nonsense to become a dog of Buddhism and die for Buddhism.

"boom!"

The Buddhist runes condensed in the void and turned into Buddhist chains, surrounding the young monk.

Every Buddhist text is like a great bell, ringing in the void and echoing in the void.

The eyes of the casual cultivators gradually lost their brilliance and their original brilliance. The last touch of Buddha's light rose up, as if it was their faith and support, allowing them to stand up again.

"My Buddha is compassionate!" The young monk clasped his hands together and saluted the many monks.

"Amitabha!"

Many casual cultivators returned the favor, their eyes flashing with enthusiasm for Buddhism, which made the young monks feel numb.

This is a very strange picture. A Buddhist monk who has reached the realm of transforming into a dragon can transform a group of Taoist monks and monks.

This is also the reason why the restricted area has always suspected that Amitabha Buddha is not dead. Buddhism is so outrageous that even a quasi-emperor can be saved by entering Mount Sumeru.

This is also the reason why Tai Sui is determined to destroy Buddhism. Since Buddhism is interested in him and even makes enemies, the best way is to destroy Buddhism.

"I, the Buddha, need to purify the dead souls of the Ji family. Junior brothers, follow me into the remains of the dead souls of the Ji family."

The young monk led many casual cultivators across Jishui River, walked 30,000 miles, and entered an abandoned valley.

"Amitabha!"

Many casual cultivators went happily and entered the ruins with the encouragement of the young monk.

A trace of enthusiasm flashed in the young monk's eyes. Once this group of people can explore some problems, he will be able to make great contributions and then read the ancient sutras of Amitabha.

From now on, becoming a saint is no longer a dream, and there is even a possibility of becoming an emperor... The young monk was enjoying the illusory future, and suddenly a voice woke him up.

"Junior brother, you have done a good job. I will go back to Buddhism to ask for credit for you."

The old monk's voice sounded, his gray eyebrows trembled, and his tone was very warm, without the condescension at all.

"No need..." the young monk had not finished speaking.

"Pfft!"

A dagger pierced his spinal cord, and the murderous intention and truth shattered his secret realm of dragon transformation. He was unwilling to accept it and didn't know why he still had to die after making great contributions.

"This credit belongs to the descendants of my lineage." The old monk burned the body with Tao fire in disgust, and even kicked away the dust and said: "A low-level person also wants to stand up?"

Do you really think Buddhism is a harmonious society? Buddhism is not an imperial clan with the bloodline of the Ji family as its core. In order to compete for resources and ancient scriptures, the Taoism within Buddhism is more ruthless than outsiders.

The final form of the Imperial Clan is a bloodline family. Even in the former Yaoguang Holy Land, most of the core disciples came from families in the Yaoguang Holy Land.

"Don't be angry about a piece of trash. Just bring in dozens of them from the West Desert. There are too many disposable trash like this."

Another old monk walked out of the Buddhist temple and said cheerfully, looking at the leader and communicating with the leader on an equal footing.

"Well, I will be cultivating more than a hundred casual cultivators at once, hoping to dig out the King of Medicine, so that I can send my descendants to Mount Sumeru."

The leader, the old monk, said that Mount Sumeru is the highest holy land of Buddhism. The Emperor's Sutra is passed down there and saints emerge one after another. It is the best place to rise.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, say my restricted area is dark. My restricted area is not so oppressive."

Suddenly, a saint wearing black armor and holding a halberd walked out and looked down at the two Buddhist masters.

"boom!"

The saint pinched his five fingers together, and a strong wind roared, like billions of blades dancing, slit the Buddhist man's neck, and then a blazing explosion sounded.

Western Desert.

The face of a great sage changed drastically. He was left behind and was temporarily responsible for Buddhist affairs. He had never seen any scene, even darkness and turmoil, but now he was panicking.

"All the teams stationed at the Ji family ruins were wiped out!"

"All the teams stationed at the Jiang family ruins were wiped out!"

"The troops stationed at the ruins of the Guhua Dynasty were all wiped out!"

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Chapter completed!