As the hurried footsteps of the beggars got closer and closer, the abbots became more and more panicked. Even dozens of Buddhist masters sent out could not stop them.
Are these people...really ordinary beggars?
Huineng squeezed the Buddhist beads in his hand uneasily. He tried to get up several times, but was suppressed by Du Kong.
Du Kongxin said: There must be experts helping behind these beggars. Now that things have happened, we can only use soldiers to cover up the water and the earth.
There was a loud noise accompanied by flying dust, and Mu Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes.
Mu Mingjing rushed towards Mu Fusheng, out of breath as he spoke: "Brother Mu, we dug up five hundred and sixty-three corpses on the top of the mountain in Nanyang! This mountain was specially hidden by Nanyin Temple.
Yes, they have set up a maze at the foot of the mountain. As long as ordinary people enter, they will be sent back to where they came from..."
Mu Mingjing reported everything that happened on the mountain top to Mu Fusheng incoherently.
Mu Fusheng stood up and looked at the corpses placed one by one at the entrance of Nanyin Temple, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
There were no obvious signs of injuries from sharp objects on these bones. Except for the decay of the skin and flesh, the bones of the 563 bones were all intact. This shows that these 563 people were killed by magic weapons.
More and more people were watching, and the bold ones came forward to check it out, and there were many frauds among them.
A young man went up to take a look, shook his head frequently and said, "What a sin, these people have been dead for more than a hundred years, and no one can recognize them now."
Du Kong remained calm. If no one could point out the identity of these people, this matter could be easily explained. After all, there were wars and disputes more than a hundred years ago, and it would make sense for Nanyin Temple to suppress some corpses in order to save the souls of the dead.
But another older man jumped out and said disapprovingly: "Young man, you are still a little young. Let's take a look at this skeleton. This is the Dantian area, but it has been transformed into jade. What does this mean?"
"Yeah, hey, old man, your eyes are really good, it's true." Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't know what to make of it.
Only a cold voice was heard: "Amitabha, Taoist cultivators major in Dantian. These skeletons have this characteristic to some extent. They must have been Taoist cultivators during their lifetimes."
The person who spoke was none other than Mu Fusheng. The old man raised his eyes and looked at him with some approval, and then said: "Yes, this young man can be taught. More than 500 Taoist cultivators died more than a hundred years ago."
Before, everyone must have guessed the identities of these people."
The young man was worried that the limelight would be stolen by the old man, so he immediately answered: "It's Nanfeng Temple! A Taoist temple that could compete with Nanyin Temple more than a hundred years ago! But it is said that it disappeared overnight, and even the Taoist temple
It’s all evened out.”
"Yes, what's even more coincidental is that just after that night, Nanyin Temple recovered a relic. It is said that Nanfeng Temple disappeared overnight because it was punished by God for occupying the magpie's nest and seizing the Buddhist relic.
The end." The old man stroked his beard and said meaningfully.
"Amitabha, the relics are my Buddha's treasures. How can Nanfeng Temple be used privately? It is reasonable to be punished by God." Huineng couldn't help it and said immediately.
Mu Fusheng looked at him and asked: "Abbot Huineng, if Nanfeng Temple is punished by God, how can we explain that these bones will appear on the top of the mountain in Nanyin territory?"
Mu Fusheng's eyes were cold, which made Hui Neng couldn't help but tremble. He forced himself to calm down and said: "Buddha, why did you say this? Returning the relics to my Buddha is the first priority of Buddhism. Nanfeng Temple offended God, so let them
The bones are already blessed by God for a good life."
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly hit Huineng's front door. He cautiously hid behind him, and then managed to escape: "Who? How dare you sneak attack on me!"
"Don't talk nonsense here. Isn't it bullying my Taoist cultivator? Xuanzhen Guan thanks Daowen and will come to meet you!" A graceful Taoist cultivator in a white Taoist robe and holding Buddha dust fell in front of Huineng.
Hui Neng looked the man up and down and said disdainfully: "Who do you think I am? Xie Daowen, you are just a Taoist cultivator in the late Jindan period and you dare to provoke me. Could it be that being held captive by Youtan Hua for several years gave you courage?"
Du Kong coughed aside, as if to remind Huineng to pay attention to his words.
"It's my blessing to be favored by the Lord. Unlike monks like you, I'm afraid I didn't become a monk just because no one liked me." Xie Daowen replied not to be outdone.
"Shut up!" came a steady and experienced voice, and the person who came was none other than Xie Yun, who was closely following Xie Daowen.
Xie Daowen curled his lips, said nothing, and automatically sided with Mu Fusheng. In his opinion, he and Mu Fusheng had similar identities, and they were both men favored by the Lord.
Xie Yun nodded to Mu Fusheng and said: "Master Mu, I can't repay Xie for saving my life in the past. Today I came here to explain the truth of that day to Master Mu."
"Amitabha, you came at the right time, but it doesn't matter." Mu Fusheng clasped his hands together and said.