Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 48: Ten-foot-high City
Daxiong Palace,

Several hosts and first chairs sat on the floor.

These monks are the real high-level figures in Da Ci'an Temple.

These people control the most important seven temples and three halls in Ci'an Temple, and are the core figures of He Temple.

At this moment, even if the moonlight was in the sky, these old monks did not feel sleepy at all.

Obviously, the bandit army surrounded the temple, and the entire temple was closed, and the life and death of the temple could be in danger in just a moment.

The huge pressure kept several old monks awake at night.

The Mahavira Hall and the main hall of the Buddhist hall are brightly lit.

Monk Liao Tong took his time and picked up a lantern flower.

The lanterns suddenly appeared, and the faces of several old monks were still obscure.

"Brother..."

An old monk lowered his eyes and spoke slowly: "Is it too risky for us to use Yuan Zhen to break the siege of He Temple?"

Xun Shaoyu's luck was extraordinary in this world.

However, there is still a long way to go before he is the so-called Son of Destiny, the Hidden Dragon Seed.

Even though, once the great fortune flourished, several great monks with profound magic power were caught off guard and blinded Qingling's mind.

However, as time passes, this influence gradually fades away.

But after two or three hours, these old monks all reacted.

Monk Liaotong looked at the shaky lanterns in the candlelight.

He seemed to hear thousands of fights and disputes.In a place far away and out of reach, gradually disappearing into the distance.

Monk Liaotong hesitated: "Is it too dangerous?"

Several old monks felt regretful.

A skinny old monk was annoyed: "Yuanzhen, you are young after all. Why did we just... accept such a big responsibility!"

After understanding the monk, he laughed twice meaningfully.

This way of luck is truly incredible.Moisturizes things silently, making people think about it with horror.

Whoever is sitting at the head of the table is not a person with profound Buddhist teachings and a firm mind of Zen.

Logically speaking, this kind of person has ravines and cities in his chest.

If you don’t see it, how can it be so easy and convincing if there are real materials and only empty words?
"All right,"

Monk Liaotong waved his hand: "Since several junior brothers have doubts, it might as well call Disciple Yuanzhen back."

"This way, I will save you from panic and uncertainty!"

The leaders obviously did not expect that the great monk would have such an attitude.

After all, Xun Shaoyu was a close disciple of Monk Liaotong.

It may be very simple to prevent Xun Shaoyu from coming to power.

However, for Monk Liao Tong, they had to be more cautious.

The head of the Zhike Courtyard quickly stood up and said: "Senior brother...that's not what I meant, I waited..."

Monk Liaotong waved his hand and said casually: "This scoundrel has had ideas since he was a child."

"In Buddhism, if you don't make progress in Buddhism, you can train yourself to fight."

"It's time for him to learn a lesson!"

Having said this, Monk Lingtong also understood in his heart that at this critical moment, all the five aggregates were confused and the evil forces were rampant, causing most of his clairvoyance to disappear.I am unable to overlook the sky and see the clear and turbid yin and yang.

In the past few years, they had known each other day and night, and Monk Lingtong knew Xun Shaoyu's temperament very well.

If you don't move, that's enough. If you move, it will be shocking!
Two or three hours, it’s too late, it’s too late!

The current situation has long been settled. With Yuanzhen's luck, how can the thousands of thieves outside the temple be stopped!

Monk Liaotong kept saying the same thing, but the thoughts in their hearts were not known to others.

"oops……"

Suddenly, an old monk jumped up from the futon.

Pointing to the night outside the door, he said: "This... what is going on?

Several leaders raised their heads at the same time and looked at where the old monk was pointing.

Then, it suddenly changes color.

"What's going on, what's going on,"

An old monk seemed to have thought of something, looked at Tong, paused every word, and said, "It's Yuanzhen..."

Looking at the red sky, it seems like the clouds are burning, lingering for a long time and lingering for a long time.

In the eyes of several old monks who have experienced many accidents and experienced many vicissitudes of life.

What this means is clear.

"Madman, madman, there are thousands of troops outside. He is trying to drag Ci'an Temple into a place of eternal destruction!" The old monk was so angry that his body was shaking, and a faint golden glow slowly flowed on the sagging skin.

Several old monks shouted: "Senior brother... please don't let this junior do anything wanton again,"

Monk Liao Tong lowered his eyelids and said, "Amitabha,"

The old monks couldn't help but be surprised when they saw the indifferent expression on Monk Tong's face.

It's too late to stop it now!
Several old monks looked at each other.

Liao Jingruo had deep meaning and sighed: "Just wait!"

At this moment, any obstruction will only add fuel to the fire.Let Ci'an Temple's bad situation worsen.

All they, the leaders of Ci'an Temple, can do now is wait patiently.

Waiting is the longest!
Each of these eminent monks has extremely advanced meditation skills.

Days and nights of sleepless meditation are nothing more than routine for them.

However, nowadays, it is difficult for these old monks to maintain a Zen mind and concentration.

About half a quarter, an eighth of an hour.

A little novice monk quickly ran into the main hall of the Mahavira Hall.

Looking at the novice monks, several old monks stood up at the same time.

Monk Lingtong, who was sitting upright, was sitting steadily.However, the slight forward leaning body can still show the ups and downs in his heart.

The little novice had a happy expression on his face, and said, "Masters, masters and uncles,"

Seeing this happy look, all the old monks felt a little bit of confidence in their hearts.

Liao Jing took a few steps forward, grabbed the little novice monk's arm, and asked, "Where is Yuan Zhen? Have the bandits outside the temple been dispersed?"

On the little monk's face, there was still some blush left by the blood rushing up when he was running.

"Master's uncle, Master Yuanzhen, he brought more than a hundred stick monks and attacked the rebel army camp at night. Thousands of thieves were driven away by the stick monks, and they dispersed."

What the little novice said made the heads of the seats beam with joy.

"OK!!"

"Hahaha...Okay!!"

Monk Liaojing kept nodding his head and said with a smile: "It seems that our use of Yuanzheng has quite a miraculous effect, and it is used for the right disease."

The understanding monk smiled and said nothing.

A young person who lives up to his destiny, is noble and extraordinary.

If you don't even have the ability to do so.Didn't the great monk's sculpting in the past few years have been useless?

An old monk suddenly said: "Monks should have compassion in mind. This traitor is really hateful."

"However, in the end, it is the common people who obey and are deceived by the Vacuum Sect. Don't be too harsh, or you will lose the mercy of monks like us!"

The leaders nodded and responded: "Good, good, Amitabha."

When the young novice heard this, his face looked strange, and he stopped talking.

The old monk caught a glimpse of the novice's face and said unhappily: "Why, do you have any objection to what the old monk said?"

The little novice immediately turned pale with fright.

The rules of Ci'an Temple are as big as the sky.

He quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "I don't dare, I don't dare, the master uncle is so merciful, how dare I disagree..."

"Then, what's the gesture?"

The old monk shook his robe and his face was ashen.

Beads of sweat like soybeans covered the little novice's forehead unknowingly: "Yes...yes..."

With clear eyes, he slowly swept across the group of leaders and said, "You might as well tell me whatever it is."

The young novice monk lowered his head and said, as if he had received a general pardon, "Uncle Yuanzhen,"

When they heard that it was Xun Shaoyu, the leaders frowned slightly, not knowing why.

"Uncle Yuanzhen, he...he took a dozen stick monks, selected two or three hundred strong men from the thieves, and went to...toward the city."

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Jinping Mansion,
Ranked among the eight prefectures in Xiyi, it is the capital of Xiyi and the auxiliary city of Yizhou.

Now, within the city, the rebels are raging and there is no order.

The rebels wore red scarves and yellow armor, burning, killing and looting.It seems like a swarm of locusts, constantly nibbling away at the vitality of this thousand-year-old city.

Ci'an Temple is located in the western suburbs of Fucheng.

There is a certain distance between Fucheng and Fucheng.

Standing in a short place, looking at the city gate that was more than ten feet high, Xun Shaoyu said quietly: "What a majestic city."

A city wall that is more than ten feet high can only be built in this kind of world with some extraordinary characteristics.

After all, there are many warriors and Taoists in this world, and there are endless talents and strangers.

In front of some masters of Taoism and martial arts, if the height of the city wall is not more than seven or eight feet, it is basically like walking on flat ground.

Therefore, in this world, some big and mighty cities have walls that are ten feet high.

"It's a pity, this majestic city,"

Xun Shaoyu slowly exhaled, his mind churning.

"If such a majestic city were to be attacked from the front, it would be unthinkable without more than ten times the number of troops."

This is what Xun Shaoyu thinks about Fucheng at this moment.

Mingyuan called out in a low voice: "Uncle Master,"

"Without the orders of my uncles and masters, it would be inevitable for you to act like this..."

Xun Shaoyu snorted and said, "They... of course they won't be happy!"

"If these stubborn people can be shaken so easily, why would I kill them first and then play them?"

"The two armies are clashing, and the opportunity is fleeting. By the time these old stubborns think clearly, I'm afraid the Vacuum Sect's army will have wiped out the Jinping Mansion."

Xun Shaoyu's worries are not unreasonable.

Chen Guang, the leader of the vacuum cult, ascended to the throne of Jingchuhou, and lived in eight seats, one of the princes.The potential power is so huge.

Even this leader is far away in Jingzhou and cannot really interfere in Yizhou affairs.

However, the names of Marquis of Jingchu and Master of Vacuum are still very deceiving.

Otherwise, Chen Chujiu was just Chen Guang's clan brother and would not have been able to create such a big disturbance in just two or three years.

"This is impossible, right?"

Ming Yuan's eyebrows jumped, he couldn't believe it.

"impossible?"

Xun Shaoyu chewed for a moment and said, "What is this? It's impossible."

"The Vacuum Cult is highly contagious and spreads across areas. This is exactly what they are good at."

Think about it, feel terrible.

In Buddhism, there is a tongue fighting lotus, which is infinitely superior to Taoism in verbal skills.

But if you want to compare the strength of appeal with cults, that's really true, and you're going to be boring yourself.

(End of this chapter)