The vegetable field behind the temple is not big, only more than ten acres, full of green vegetables. Next to it is a newly reclaimed land, and several monks are busy with dozens of old and weak people. Further away, several powerful monks of Kongwu led more than a dozen young and strong logs to open up the land.

Seeing this, Xiang Ningxuan laughed. There is no grain produced on the mountain. In the past, the monks on the mountain bought the food they ate down the mountain, but now there are nearly a hundred more refugees. It would be strange if there is enough food!

No wonder these monks have to set up a force field on the mountainside to prevent people from going up the mountain. If two or three hundred people come, how can they afford to support this mountain?

Just so, Xiang Ningxuan doesn’t have much else, and he has enough grain. The grain in that large granary is reserved at a one-year standard of one million people. Xiang Ningxuan now has a population of less than 300,000, and he can eat it for three years even if he eats it open.

The old monk who presided over naturally didn't have to work. He was in his seventies and eighties, so where could he do it? He just sat aside and recited scriptures.

Seeing Xiang Ningxuan walking straight towards the host with a group of strange-shaped guys, a group of monks threw down their work and surrounded him.

However, the old monk waved, "You guys let's go first, I have something to discuss with this donor."

Xiang Ningxuan asked his followers to stand ten meters away, sat down beside the old monk, introduced himself and asked, "What do you call a monk?"

"My name is Mingjian."

"Oh, since the master is called Mingjian, have you ever seen a group of good men and women at the foot of the mountain burn incense and worship Buddha every day, just to go up the mountain?" Xiang Ningxuan asked bluntly.

"Amitabha, sin!"

"Since the master has known his guilt, I don't know if he is willing to accept the punishment?" Xiang Ningxuan said with great difficulty, "There are millions of corpses at the foot of the mountain, and it has not been dealt with yet. Please send someone to follow me down the mountain to save the dead souls. Of course, I will send someone to deliver the food needed on the mountain."

Ming Jian Master smiled bitterly and said, "I am just thinking this."

Xiang Ningxuan didn't expect that the old monk was so sensible, so he agreed in a few words. "Then please remove the magic array on the mountainside first."

"Please follow me!" Mingjian Master led Xiang Ningxuan to a meditation room, and immediately cast a magic spell to remove the magic array on the mountainside.

He then said, "I think the donor seems to have been damaged. It is better to stay in the mountain for a night and listen to the morning bell and evening drums, or it may be beneficial to the injury."

This can be done, Xiang Ningxuan happily agreed.

Next, Master Mingjian personally persuaded the good men and women who had just climbed the mountain and who had been living on the mountain for a while to go down the mountain.

Xiang Ningxuan also asked the person in charge of the settlement to deliver food and arranged food and accommodation for the people down the mountain.

After working hard until after seven o'clock, dozens of devout believers were reluctant to go down the mountain. The old monk knew that he could no longer bear it and went to rest first, so the others could not persuade these people, so he could only let them stay on the mountain for one night first.

The one who arranged for Xiang Ningxuan and his entourage lived in a room in the mountain top garden, which was clean and elegant and antique.

Chu Jiangyue, who had just withdrawn from Jiangcheng District, was reporting in detail the battle with Xiang Ningxuan in her room.

At this moment, a noise suddenly came from outside. One person shouted: "That person lives here, and he forced the host to drive you down the mountain. We were originally without any disputes with the world on the mountain, but he forced the host to send us down the mountain and did not let us worship Buddha. It was him who destroyed Buddha statues at the foot of the mountain and prohibited people from burning incense. Now, let's ask him together, why?"

"Yes, why?"

Hulala a large group of people, holding torches and sticks, quickly surrounded the small building. The first ones were several powerful monks of Kong Wu, holding the demon-subduing pestle, with their eyes wide open, and their momentum was not weak.

Xiang Ningxuan signaled Chu Jiangyue to be calm and he came out calmly.

Before he could speak, a middle-aged monk stepped forward. He was the great deacon in the temple. The director knew that he was old and did not take care of the affairs of the temple. This deacon was responsible for the affairs of all sizes and big things in the temple. He heard him shouting, "Duh! Who is the evil spirit? Come to my Buddhist Pure Land to cause trouble?"

His loud shout had already brought the Buddhist secret method, which could shake his soul, and all those who had been drunk could only obey the orders.

However, such a shout was like a breeze blowing on Xiang Ningxuan's face, without any effect.

The deacon was angry and the presided over did not know the situation at the foot of the mountain, so he was deceived by this man to save the dead. The people who came to escape to the mountain had already known about the situation at the foot of the mountain, and millions of people died. Even if these monks made great progress in their magic power after the end of the world, there would be so many dead people that they would never have thought of reviving them in their lifetime.

What's more, a young man, who became a detachment leader, thought he was a person and dared to take care of the monks! Now, so many people blocked him in the house and asked him to give him an explanation. More importantly, Buddhism is now revealed, and in this temple, the vast power and profound will contained in the Buddha's gold body in the main hall is his greatest backing.

The deacon was full of momentum and had several five major crimes of Ning Xuan. Here he used the Buddhist secret technique "The Lotus of Tongue". When he was criticized, he kept talking. Every time he said a crime, a lotus would penetrate into the other party's body. These lotus could seal the opponent's power. After the five crimes were finished, the other party could only surrender.

After the deacon said that, he folded his hands together, and looked solemn and waited for Xiang Ningxuan to be captured.

"I'm still a talent!" Xiang Ningxuan was both angry and funny. This bright lotus is okay to deal with ordinary people, to him? Haha!

He said coldly: "In the past, I was surprised that Buddhism advocated people to be content with the status quo, not rebelling or causing trouble. Why did so many movements to destroy Buddhas occur in history? Seeing the people at the foot of the mountain who only burned incense and worshiped Buddha, not childbirth, I finally understood why. Look at you, use the name of Buddha to satisfy your selfish desires, and even the Buddha would not bless you. This is what your Buddhists say, "Heaven can still forgive evil, but he can't live without his own evil." If you hadn't presided over the knowledge of the situation, I would have burned your ruined temple long ago!"

"You! You are obsessed with it! Although my Buddha is compassionate, there are times when Vajra is angry!" When Xiang Ningxuan said to destroy the Buddha, the deacon was also angry and waved his hand to signal the monks and believers to take the people.

These monks and believers lived in this treasure land for a while, and even though they had not experienced many battles, their strength was not weak. Many people's Buddhist skills have been achieved in a small way, and their home battles have to be greatly improved.

But Xiang Ningxuan was not afraid. With a move, everyone entered the completely blank space. The huge giant, the dragon clan looked down at the deacon and the people he brought with him.

"As for brothers, although I don't have many, I'm better than you one!"

The deacon was stared at Alextasa, who was as big as a mountain, and sweated all over. One of the toes of the Red Dragon Queen was even bigger than him. How could this kind of oppression be able to bear?

"You, you, don't do anything randomly! This is the Pure Land of Buddhism." The deacon is still a little capable, and he can say a complete sentence under such circumstances.

However, this is of no use.

The golden Buddha statue, which was even larger than Alextasa, slowly rose from behind Xiang Ningxuan, and the endless pressure made all monks and believers kneel down to worship.

Xiang Ningxuan, who was standing in front of the Buddha statue, seemed to be the object of their worship. He said solemnly: "Sorry, the Buddha is also on my side!" As he said that, he took a photo of his right hand down.

The golden Buddha statue actually made the same move as him. The golden palm fell from the sky, covering all the monks and believers.
Chapter completed!