In the distant time and space, monks with compassionate faces discussed fiercely how to launch an aggressive war.

In this matter, the Takayama Shinyan Sect, which has been the tradition of cultivating monk soldiers since ancient times, and the Pure Land Monopoly (or Yixiang Sect) who is good at launching the "Ikki Ichixiang" religious war. Since the founding ancestor, Master Hiren, he has been enthusiastically involved in political affairs, and has put forward many opinions from his own perspective.

Unlike other sects, Pure Land Shinsect and Nichirensect have always been famous for their loose precepts, and among the believers of these two sects, many have become elite generals and counselors in the Japanese military.

Monk Rici from Kuyuan Temple in the Nirenzong Sect, like a second-hand dealer, recounted the strategic concept of an army staff member who was thrown into his disciples: "If you want to conquer the world, you must first conquer China; if you want to conquer China, you must first conquer Manchuria; if you want to conquer Manchuria, you must first conquer Korea. The politicians in the Meiji era gained the right to rule over North Korea through the war against the Qing Dynasty. However, the white ghosts had too many interests in China, and even hatred such as the Three Kingdoms interfering in the Liao Dynasty!"

Qi Yuan of Higashihom nodded in agreement: "Because since ancient times, the power of the Light Legion has been strictly limited to the battle against darkness. The Eastern Jue clan lineage and the Vatican Inquisition are all used to monitor and restrict us. But now it is different. We can bypass the constraints and first cultivate a ignorant and backward world for the imperial kingdom, and use all its resources to arm us. Even if the white ghosts have strong national strength, how can they compete with the imperial kingdom that controls a world?"

"That's right. Therefore, the territory of the imperial kingdom should span two worlds. First conquer a weak and ignorant world, and then conquer this world polluted by the white ghosts!"

Things were settled like this.

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Before crawling in the altar to offer to the Daming Lord, the masked nun was silent for a long time and finally got up.

She took off the monk's robe and revealed her fair body, like a tender lotus root.

He pressed his body against the cold stone wall and murmured slightly.

In the humming sounds of joy or pain, the gods and Buddhas carved on the stone walls gradually faded. The glazed eternal lamps and the gods and Buddhas who worship the Ming Emperor gradually became nothing.

But at the same time, on the naked and white back of the girl, it seemed that someone was holding an invisible needle and stabbing the complex flower embroidery.

The Great Ming Lord who made the Dharma Seal and the gods who came to pay homage to the world, one by one, the eternal lamps held by people in their palms. It seemed that everything that originally existed here was transferred to the back of the nun.

I endured the pain of acupuncture, my smooth head, plump and soft shoulders, slender but powerful waist, perfectly curved buttocks, and even my legs and heels were trembling slightly.

This patience made the already mature and charming body more charming. However, the sweat dripping from the nun's forehead proved how much pain she had suffered.

Finally, when the last glass eternal lamp appeared on the girl's back, the moan and trembling finally stopped.

The nun looked at the stone wall in front of her, and was silent for a moment. She picked up the monk's robe that fell on the ground, put on the monk's robe, and walked into the darkness.

In a blink of an eye, she had already stepped into a meditation room, and there were still some unembroidered purses and embroidered belts in front of her.

Outside the Zen room, an old Buddha slapped the door and urged: "Yue Niang, Yue Niang! Have you finished the Nvhong? Two more days will be the day for the tens of thousands of people in Daxiangguo Temple to trade. If you don't have good embroidery work to sell, I will have to reduce your food and clothing and ask you to copy it along the door! Don't think about such a day when you don't leave the door and don't go through the two doors!"

At the old Buddha's urging, the nun responded in a low and hoarse voice: "Please rest assured, you can do it."

With her answer, the Buddha's voice outside fell down, but the complaints still came into the ears of the nun: "If you weren't you able to do good embroidery work, like a nun with a hoarse voice and a ugly face, which nun would be willing to take in you? It's just my Buddha's mercy..."

The old Buddha went muttering, but the nun just sat quietly by the table, picked up the embroidery on the table, and smiled quietly.

It may be that others don’t believe it, but this inconspicuous Shuiyue Temple and the stingy and stingy master in the temple may be the rare gentleness and considerate among the people who have taken her.

Just as the nun picked up an unfinished embroidery bag and flew the needle and threaded it, a green lotus leaf floated next to the already empty underground altar.

Above the lotus leaves, the light suddenly twisted, and someone was wearing a bamboo suit and walked down the waves.

This looks like a fairy-like spirit, but unfortunately the Tuanzi Cat holding a bamboo crown on her head is enough to divide the fairy-like style into "pioneer rice".

Sima Ling's pair of cat claws with meat pads clamped Fu Yun's bamboo crown, and his cat's face almost wrinkled into a ball: "Is this Guifanlou? The air is so polluted, uncle! Those who can stay in such a humid and smelly place are afraid that their olfactory nerves will be necrotic?"

"Ah, does it smell very smelly here?" Wei Ye shrugged indifferently and pointed to his nostrils: "I stuffed two cinnabar cattails in advance, and I can't smell any strange smell here."

"Foof! Fraud! I don't even think about your lovely niece at all. What if my sense of smell fails? Ah, family affection is really a kind of nothingness..."

"Where can the body of the clear and bright metal, the odor of organic matter corrupt? Although you try your best to act like a cat, are you essentially the hardware essence? "

"Based on logic, I look like a cat and act like a cat. Everyone thinks I am a cat, so I am a cat!"

The crosstalk between the uncle and nephew continued, but someone stumbled weakly: "Lord, little lady, don't fight. Lord, I carried you upstream from the Yellow River and swam straight for hundreds of miles. I really couldn't hold on anymore. Let the little monk climb up to rest first?"

While speaking, a stone toad with a fingernail crawled out from under the lotus leaves weakly, lying on the ground and breathing heavily.

Looking at the toad Wang Chao who was about to die, Sima Ling had another topic of talking about kowtowing his uncle: "It is obvious that Mocha's dragon spirit can also urge waves to control water, why don't you just point at Wang Chao and make trouble?"
Chapter completed!