The sleepy night passed.
The new sun rises from the surface of the wasteland. The morning light first illuminates the cliff in the west, followed by the peak. Then the light spreads downward from the peak at a speed visible to the naked eye. Bells ring and Sanskrit sounds burst. This is when the Buddhist country woke up.
The Buddhist Kingdom wakes up, and the monks in countless temples in the Buddhist Kingdom also wake up and start doing morning prayers. From time to time, the sound of chanting sutras and reciting the Buddha's name can be heard. The world is peaceful and the sound of sutras is heard.
If there wasn't a hell on earth with millions of serfs under the Buddhist kingdom, perhaps the Hanging Temple could indeed be regarded as a peaceful Buddhist land.
Sanskrit chants continued, and accompanied by the morning dew and rising sun, a figure walked along the mountain road from the Mahavira Hall at the top of the mountain to the bottom of the sinkhole below.
This is a middle-aged monk.
The monk was wearing a tattered kapok cassock, and his head was not the kind of bald head that shines brightly in the morning sun, but a very thin layer of green and black hair. Even though the mountain road is not very smooth and wide, he always straightens his back, and his expression is as determined as marble carved by thousands of years of wind and frost, giving people the feeling that if the sky collapses, it will be held up by him.
Seven chants of the monk's Dharma name.
The chief disciple of Xuankong Temple, the Buddhist sect travels all over the world, and is regarded as the person closest to Buddha in the world. When he appears in the world, he represents the Buddha.
Because he practiced silent meditation and chewed his tongue, he had not spoken for more than ten years.
Qi Nian looked through the clouds and looked at the slowly moving black spots under his feet, knowing that they were serfs making daily offerings to the Hanging Temple. But from time to time, there were thick smoke and fire flickering in the sinkhole. When he further focused his mind on his eyes and ears, he could hear the clash of swords, screams, cheers and other noises, and saw scenes of serfs and thugs. , slave hunters and monks fighting scenes.
And all this chaos started two months ago.
Two months ago, the lecturer suddenly felt uneasy, so he asked the seven chiefs of the Venerable Hall to lead the ascetics to check, and then they discovered the body of the master lecturer.
According to the judgment of the seven junior brothers, a master above the fifth realm broke into the Xuankong Temple.
According to speculation, that person's cultivation level is not inferior to that of the first lecturer, and he is most likely Yulian City who went to Taoshan alone in the past.
From that day on, the entire Hanging Temple was on high alert.
However, for a period of time, there was no news about the master, as if he disappeared out of thin air, so Xuankong Temple gradually relaxed its vigilance.
More than a month ago, news of a serf rebellion came from the sinkhole. But the Xuankong Temple still didn't care much. They had ruled the underground world for countless years. The monks in the temple had long been accustomed to the fact that every few years, the descendants of sinners would forget the mercy of the Buddha and ungratefully try to get treatment that they were not qualified to receive.
But no matter how fierce the criminals started to make a fuss, in the end, Xuankong Temple only needed to send a few monks with advanced cultivation to suppress it easily, and it could also prove to the believers how powerful the sacred mountain was, so why not do it? ?
But this time, the serf rebellion was different from previous rebellions.
This rebellion can be described as blazing. In a short period of time, serfs have occupied a quarter of the underground world. The total number of rebels has reached an unprecedented 200,000, and it continues to spread rapidly to the surrounding areas.
Of course, as a noble person with vested interests, there is no one who will not sit back and wait for death. They dispatched tens of thousands of sinners' front line composed of old, young, sick and weak shepherds, two thousand charge knights, eight hundred slave hunters, and even several practitioners who walked down from the sacred mountain, but they still failed. Very miserable.
Later, Venerable Qi Mei, a great monk in the Fate-Knowing Realm, led seven powerful Dongxuan Realm monks down the mountain to suppress the rebellion and mediate conflicts.
Not to mention the fate-knowing realm in the underground world, even in the human world, it is a top-notch combat power that can easily determine the direction of a war, not to mention the assistance of seven experts from the Dongxuan realm.
Many senior officials of Xuankong Temple have great expectations for this group of people.
As for the result, one of the Dongxuan Realm monks came back last night, and he came back with seven heads. The seven heads of junior brothers were also among them, and the other six were the other six powerful men in the Dongxuan Realm. And the Dongxuan Realm monk who sent his head back has also
He was crazy and seemed to be frightened by something, but he couldn't figure out the specific reason.
The monks speculated that perhaps this rebellion was started by that strong man above the Five Realms.
As the turmoil intensifies, it has shaken the rule of the Buddha Kingdom, and a strong man of the Five Realms is involved, so we must be cautious and go to the rebels first to get some information.
The first lecture seat cannot be moved lightly, otherwise the masters above the five realms will be unstoppable when they step into the Hanging Temple.
The other leaders also had important things to do to prepare for the possible war that would follow, so it was finally decided that Qin Nian, a Buddhist disciple, would go down the mountain to investigate.
After Qi Nian came down from the mountain, he disguised himself as a ragged herdsman.
Along the way, Qi Nian's expression became more solemn. Although the area he passed through is still under the control of the Xuankong Temple, these serfs seem to be different from the ordinary numbness of going down the mountain. Qi Nian feels anger from these serfs. This is anger towards the Xuankong Temple and towards the thousands of years of history. Oppressive and angry...
Once the "Buddha of Infinite Living Beings" arrives, this anger will be completely ignited, and he will launch the most violent attack on the Hanging Temple, the nobles, and the old order.
"The Buddha of Infinite Living Beings..."
Qi Nian murmured.
The so-called "Buddha of Infinite Living Beings" is the name of the leader of this uprising, but no one knows the exact name: "If you are really a member of my Buddhist sect, how can you bear to watch the destruction of the Buddhist kingdom..."
A few days later, Qinian finally entered the rebels' range and chose a town that had been occupied for a month, hoping to get useful information from the city.
The town seemed to have experienced an extremely tragic and bloody incident, and the blood stains were still there. As for the residents living in the city, Qi Nian can also feel the anger from them, and this anger is even more intense. He was even sure that once he showed his identity as a monk in the city, he would probably be swarmed by the people and beaten to death with sticks.
Apart from anger, Qi Nian's biggest feeling is that of busyness. It's a busy time, farmers are busy planting crops, blacksmiths are busy making the latest weapons, even the medical center is overcrowded...
But in this busyness, Qi Nian was surprised to find that many people were full of energy and did not need someone to whip them around. Some even had smiles on their lips.
Qi Nian went to a blacksmith to ask the reason.
He practiced closed-mouth chanting, and fortunately he learned sign language well so that others could understand his thoughts.
The blacksmith laughed and pointed to the majestic sacred mountain in the distance: "Because we know that only by defeating the devil there will we be completely victorious. Otherwise, once we lose, we will become slaves again, like animals. There is no freedom in work, and any noble person can bully us. What is even more unlucky is that the devil takes a fancy to us, and he will skin and bones to make suggestions. "
Devil? !
When the other party pointed at the sacred mountain and said the word "devil", Qinian frowned.
"Xuankong Temple, the mountain is full of demons. Kill the demons, turn the world upside down, and everyone will reach the other side."
"This year I worked hard to break through the city gates, next year I don't have to wear a single piece of clothing, and the year after that I have enough to eat every day~"
At this moment, a group of children passed by, singing nursery rhymes, and they were all smiling. They may not know the meaning of this nursery rhyme, but they liked the words "have enough rice" at the end very much. Extraordinarily energetic. And adults also like to listen to them singing. Sometimes they are so happy that they will treat them to two steamed buns.
Qi Nian's brows furrowed more and more tightly, and finally he left the blacksmith shop and came to a square.
In the square, there were hundreds of strong men training. It seemed that they were training a set of sword skills. They were shouting loudly and sweating profusely.
Somewhat similar to the body refining method of the Demon Sect, the sword technique is simple and direct, slashing horizontally and vertically. But it is absolutely effective on the battlefield and is the most efficient method of killing.
Not to mention the hundreds of strong men who can unleash the full strength of a first-level monk every time. The battle formation formed by cooperating with each other can rush through the battlefield like a meat grinder.
Compared with this, the army composed of noble people is simply a grass-roots team, which is difficult to see.
Not in the square
In the distance, a group of people suddenly gathered around, cheering from time to time.
Qi Nian stepped forward, heard everyone talking, looked at the mortals kneeling on the ground, and quickly understood the reason.
But yesterday, a group of nobles and living Buddhas were escorted from another town. They were all evildoers and naturally they could not escape punishment.
Because there were so many heads to be chopped off, the executioner's knife had a curved blade and he changed it twice in succession. And every time someone is killed, there is a burst of cheers from the audience.
Looking at the living Buddha who was kowtowing and begging for mercy and peeing, and listening to the heinous crimes, Qi Nian fell silent and did not take action to save anyone.
At night, the entire town imposed a curfew and turned into a military camp. It seemed orderly, but anyone who violated the rules would be killed.
The next day, the morning sun rose, and this small town became busy again.
Qi Nian looked at the town, a little confused and a little unbelievable.
In just one month, this small town has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Small towns like this are almost everywhere in areas occupied by rebels.
Can the Xuankong Temple really be suppressed this time?
Qi Nian's mind wavered.
At this time, he also wanted to see the instigator and what kind of person he was. In just two months, he turned the underground world upside down.
Then, he saw Yulian City, who was wearing a black cassock and smiling on his face. Under the sunlight, he seemed to be glowing with light, like a god or a Buddha.
"Boy, the dog is very brave. He came to my territory all by himself."
Yu Liancheng held the steaming steamed buns in his hand and looked at Qinian with a smile while eating the buns.
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