Underworld Ghost Soldiers, Sign In The Book Of Life And Death At The Beginning

Chapter 55-Bai Lian’s True Identity

“It’s you?”

Seeing Lin Baixuan’s face, Hong Jin’s expression couldn’t help but change.

“You found it here!”

“Why can’t I find this place?”

“Why do you have to be aggressive?”

“It didn’t matter to me at first, but if there is a name called Xu Hongru behind this Donglin Temple, then I can only call the door and have a good discussion with that leader Xu…”

When Wu Qiuyue accidentally mentioned Donglin Temple, Lin Baixuan had already taken care of it.

When Bai Wuchang had a frank conversation, Wang Ding’s hostility was gone, and a three-year agreement was made with King Qin Guang. It is agreed that he will take up the post three years later, temporarily taking the post of Lord of the Ghosts and Gods.

When Yang Shou is not over, Wang Ding is free to come and go to Yin & Yang. When Yang Shou is over, Wang Ding and Wu Qiuyue formally take office.

When Wang Ding returned to the Yang world, Lin Baixuan, as a guard of Yinsi, met the two in a grand manner, and inquired about the situation of Donglin Temple.

Wu Qiuyue’s previous life was the lilac Fairy in Heaven Court’s Hundred Flower Garden. It was transformed into the original lilac and grew outside Donglin Temple. Although he has forgotten his previous life, the spirit of the sun and the moon has slowly been born for thousands of years.

At this time, seeing Lin Baixuan take out the token and asked about something that didn’t matter, Wu Qiuyue didn’t have much suspicion, but told what she knew.

“I don’t know if there is a white lotus flower in Donglin Temple. It’s just that Xu Hongru came up to Nanzhang Mountain more than 40 years ago and established a…White lotus religion!”

White lotus! Xu Hongru!

Lin Baixuan finally remembered.

“…Now my Buddha reincarnates in the lower realm, and the leader is struggling to find it everywhere. Therefore, I was ordered to wait for the construction of a Buddhist temple and erect a holy mirror. All the senior officials of civil and military affairs in the mirror are all the guests of the former Longhua seat. If you see the Buddha’s light soaring to the sky, it must be the Buddha. The body of reincarnation!”

This is what the monk Yankong of Puzhao Temple once said to him.

Monk Yankong, who had practiced in Donglin Temple in Jiangzhou in his childhood, met Hong Jin’s Bailian clone, Hong Xin, and joined the Bailian Sect without understanding.

Because he didn’t have Magic power, he was just an ordinary person, so Xu Hongru didn’t think much about him. He just arranged for him to build the Maitreya Buddhist Temple and collect incense power.

When he has achieved something, he will send Monk Hong Xin down the mountain to take away the incense willing force that Monk Yankong has collected for decades.

Although I don’t know how high the Magic power Cultivation Base of Xu Hongru is, how many people like Monk Yankong? How many followers of the White Lotus Sect? All these incense aspirations are concentrated in one place, and what kind of terrible master should be created?

Lin Baixuan thought a hundred times in his mind, and tentatively asked, “How about the Cultivation Base of the White Lotus?”

“I don’t know…” Wu Qiuyue shook her head blankly, “I just emerged at the time, and when I saw strangers, I was so scared and hid away, how do I know his skills?”

The vegetation is the essence, the best hiding.

Presumably Xu Hongru didn’t care at all, a small lilac flower outside Donglin Temple…

With these clues, it was enough for Lin Baixuan.

The believers of the White Lotus Sect are good and bad, some are bent on changing this decadent world, and there are also speculators who take advantage of the fire and try to make a profit.

The white lotus religion in history is also a type of peasant uprising, which embodies the idea of ​​resisting feudal tyranny.

But in the world of Liao Zhai, Xu Hongru is definitely a big disaster!

Most of the White Lotus in the book are negative characters. The author Pu Songling also used Ding Zimo’s mouth to make an accurate comment on Xu Hongru.

“Left to no avail, stop ruin.”

For Lin Baixuan, Xu Hongru had nothing to do with him because he couldn’t win the world. However, the previous calculations between Wang Shusheng and Xue Jinse were enough to prove that the White Lotus Sect had tentatively acted on the Yin Cao Netherworld.

With this alone, Lin Baixuan sentenced Xu Hongru to death.

The longer the time is, the more the incense aspirations collected by the White Lotus Sect, the more difficult it will be to deal with.

But Lin Baixuan still didn’t do it.

When the one-year period expired, he took back Naihe Jinqiao, and then he reported a leave to Cao Lisi and went straight to Jiangzhou.

Standing at the bottom of the mountain, he just glanced from a distance, and saw that the incense in the mountain was extremely powerful, and it was condensed into large groups of clouds in mid-air.

This discovery made him secretly surprised.

“Fortunately, I came early. If you wait for a few more decades, it will become the climate…”

Therefore, he immediately stood up to challenge him, intending to find Xu Hongru and behead him on the spot!

Unexpectedly, he just broke into Donglin Temple and met an old acquaintance.

Hong Jin looked at Lin Baixuan with a complicated expression, and slowly said, “You want to find the leader? Do you know…”

“The leader?” Lin Baixuan stared at Hong Jin playfully. “I don’t know who the leader is mentioned by General Hong? Could it be the Sage of Biyou Palace back then?”

Hong Jin’s face suddenly changed, and he said in a astringent voice: “Where does the younger brother come here…”

“Junior Brother?”

Lin Baixuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and chuckled, “I don’t have a brother like you! Let’s talk, you can make you, Lord Long Dexing, bow your head to your ears. Could it be that Xu Hongru’s leader is also a Xiantian god?”

Hong Jin remained silent for a long time before sighing softly: “Dari Tathagata has recovered his past and present life, and has acquired the remnant of the Eight-Treasure Merit Pond, and made it into the Eight-Treasure White Lotus Pond. Why do you bother heaven-defying? Not as good as you and me. The brothers joined hands and took the high position of the White Lotus Sect, and used their hands to reply to me…”

These words surprised Lin Baixuan.

Xu Hongru’s previous life turned out to be Tathagata!

No wonder he dared to gather the incense in the name of the future Buddha without worrying about backlash.

It turns out that he was originally a Buddha.

Had it not been for the fact that tantric mandala was rarely known in the Central Plains, Xu Hongru would have no problem even using his own original body.

Needless to say, the teachings of the White Lotus Sect should be a modified version of Maitreya Pure Land, which contains a lot of private goods of Vairocana.

And Hong Jin is not the same as Xu Hongru, his idea is to save the “teaching”?

But Lin Baixuan knew the fate of saving XX with this kind of curve.

He shook his head and said, “It’s impossible!”

He slowly raised his hand and said: “This is impossible for you!”

One palm shoots out, the moves are normal, but when the palm reaches halfway, it suddenly shakes slightly, and then one palm becomes two palms, two palms become four palms, and four palms become eight palms.

Every time it flies out, it doubles when it flies one foot. Flying dozens of feet away, it was already as big as a hill.

Hong Jin gave a bitter smile. He was already in the realm of the real fairyland in Cultivation Base. The magic power was extremely powerful, and the distance to mastering the law was only a layer of paper. Naturally, it was obvious that Lin Baixuan was only using the most common method of differentiation.

With a punch right now, his close palm was wiped away.

As soon as he took the fight, he only felt that the Magic power in his palm was not great, and he was surprised, suddenly his face changed, and he shouted, “No!”

How can the magnificent temple architecture stand Lin Baixuan’s blow? Wherever the palm of the wind passed, no matter what kind of building collapsed, countless monks were beaten to hide in Tibet by flying bricks and screamed endlessly.