"The troops are divided into two groups, Wanwan, sneak into Luoyang City at night, 'convince' Shangguan Long, and start building momentum.
Don't alarm Rong Fengxiang, the richest man in Luoyang. If the information I got is correct, Rong Jiaojiao, the daughter of the Rong family, is one of the Five Mingzi of the Ming Dynasty. "
Yang Lin slapped it down with a palm, and the earth and rocks on the ground surged. A small earth bag was raised at the place where Ning Daoqi died, which was regarded as a grave.
After all, the other party is one of the three great masters in the world, and his body cannot be exposed in the wilderness.
This is respect for the enemy and respect for yourself.
The identity of the Grand Master must still be paid attention to.
He reached out and picked up a piece of wood, cut out a tombstone, and with luck, wrote five characters: "Ning Daoqi's Tomb" and put it in front of the tomb, with a smile in his eyes.
Feel free to ask Wanwan to go to Luoyang for business.
Shangguanlong of the Luoyang Gang was originally a subordinate force of the Yingui Sect. However, over the years, most of the top leaders of the gang have been won over by Rong Fengxiang.
Sometimes he was helping the Yingui Sect with things, and sometimes he was helping the Ming Zunjiao to stir up troubles.
These don't need to be distinguished at all.
Wanwan appeared as the next leader of the Yingui sect and a saint. In addition, she was comparable to Zhu Yuyan in the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu...
As long as her people arrive, no matter what the Luoyang Gang's plans are, they will definitely not dare to resist face to face.
Moreover, after so much experience, Wanwan is able to stand alone.
When dealing with a local gang, she could only do better than Kou Zhong, not worse than him.
"Yes, Your Majesty, since Rong Fengxiang's intentions are unclear, as the richest man in Luoyang, should he also be controlled?
Moreover, forces outside the Great Ming Dynasty such as Rong Jiaojiao and Daming Zunjiao also come to the Central Plains to stir up trouble, so we should not let them go. "
Wanwan is eager to try.
As soon as she debuted, she fell into the hands of Yang Lin on her first mission. After being subdued, she transformed into Yang Lin's body and mind.
The Girl's Heart Sutra can be said to be both extremely evil and extremely orthodox.
Once master and slave are established, it will remain unchanged until death.
When it comes to loyalty, there is no need to worry at all.
Moreover, although this technique can subtly change some personal tendencies, it does not change the personality and behavior of the person involved at all.
She is still the same smart, quirky little witch.
Doing things by any means necessary is the basic operation.
At this time, she wanted to make more contributions and do more things to please her king, and her initiative in doing things was extremely high.
"Okay, make sure the momentum is completed, and you can focus on the rest.
Ignore the power struggle between Wang Shichong and Yang Tong for the time being and let them eat dogs and lose some strength.
Wang Shichong also managed to recruit a large number of masters, and did not start until he could compete head-on with the Dugu family. He was not satisfied with the position of Zheng Guogong. If he wanted to become emperor, it was up to him. "
"yes."
Wanwan smiled brightly.
She knew what Yang Lin wanted to do.
After seeing him fight with Ning Dao Qi Liao Kong, she didn't have the slightest worry in her heart.
Looking back, I saw light waves flowing in my eyes, and my beautiful body was jumping like a cloud floating away.
This is going straight to Luoyang City.
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Yang Lin glanced at Ning Daoqi's lonely grave, and there was still a residual smell of blood on his nose.
He shook his head, turned around, and faced the direction Sora left, with his long sleeves fluttering across the mountains and ridges, heading south.
Not long after walking, a long path paved with white fine stones appeared in front of them, enough for four horses to walk parallel.
Going up further, there are 808 white jade steps.
Looking up, I saw a magnificent temple on the mountainside platform.
Jing Nian Zen Temple has arrived.
Jingnian Zen Temple is worthy of being one of the two holy places in Buddhism. There are more than hundreds of buildings in the temple, just like a small city.
In the middle, there are seven main halls and a small copper hall with a width of three feet and a depth of three feet each and a height of one and a half feet.
Except for the Bronze Hall, all buildings are covered with three-color glazed tiles, which are bright in color.
It exudes luxury and solemnity.
In front of the Bronze Hall, there is a platform square that is as wide as 100 feet, made of white stone and surrounded by white stone railings.
In the middle is a bronze statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva riding a golden lion. Next to the niche are the three Buddhas of Medicine Master, Sakyamuni and Amitabha...
Various statues, colorful sculptures and gold ornaments are quite impressive.
On the square, in addition to the four stone entrances and exits, there are five hundred Arhats evenly distributed, all made of gold and bronze, and each one has a lifelike expression.
Originally, as one of the two holy places of Buddhism and the most prestigious Buddhist temple in the world, it naturally had a lot of pomp and ceremony.
Be it day or night.
It must be well guarded and no one would dare to break in.
Even if the dignitaries in Luoyang City want to enter the temple to offer incense, they have to submit their greeting cards early and obtain permission before they can go up.
But now, there is no one on duty. Looking around, you can see a large number of bald monks, two to three hundred people, all gathered in the square in front of the Copper Palace.
They were standing in a circle with compassionate faces and chanting scriptures.
The sound of the chanting of Buddhist sutras is vast and distant, carrying the meaning of the bliss of the afterlife. You can hear sadness, relief, and an indescribable sense of relief from it.
Yang Lin didn't study Buddhist scriptures, so he couldn't tell which scripture they were reciting.
He didn't come here this time to watch the ceremony.
Liao Kong was struck directly through the back of his heart by his own yin-yang rosary, and his heart was knocked out. No matter how strong his vitality was, he would inevitably die.
Yang Lin was surprised that he could hold on and run back to the monastery to die again.
In fact, there is no difference.
Yang Lin didn't come for the funeral either.
His purpose here is simple.
After stepping up the long steps, with a flick of the finger, the huge five-meter-high copper bell on the bell tower rang loudly.
A huge sound wave, like thunder, resounded through the Zen courtyard and made the surrounding houses buzz.
Hundreds of monks looked shocked. They woke up from chanting sutras and turned around to look.
At the head, an old monk floated forward, followed by four big monks with a height of nearly two meters and bulging muscles.
These monks are actually quite old. They all frown and look fierce. They hold the demon-conquering pestle, shovel, bronze stick, and tin ring Zen staff in their hands.
The skin not covered by the monk's robe is as yellow as the diamond in the temple.
More than two hundred monks behind them, all holding knives and sticks, came out in a large circular formation, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"The patron king comes late at night, but he comes to seek revenge?
Senior brother has already died in your hands, so what grudges can't be resolved? Why should the benefactor be aggressive if he can be spared and spared? "
The old monk's face was full of compassion, and there was a hint of anger in his words.
True to that sentence, Buddha also has fire.
What's more, these monks have not yet become Buddhas.
"It's meaningless to say this. My king came to Luoyang without disturbing Buddhism and Taoism. What sense does it make for Zen Master Liaokong and Ning Daoqi to ambush me in the middle of the night regardless of their status?"
Yang Lin shook his head: "Everything has a cause and a result. Since you, those of you who are cultivators from outside the country, are not willing to stay in your position and enjoy the happiness, but you want to end it yourself and draw chestnuts from the fire. Then, you must not blame others when you are burned."
He walked down slowly, looked directly at the hundreds of monks as if they were nothing, and said coldly: "You meditate that the Zen Temple is a holy place of Buddhism in the Central Plains, and it has presided over such disgraceful things. Just say a few words, and you want to expose this." Well, that's impossible.
Ning Daoqi is dead, and so is Ling Kong. What is your name, old monk, but you also want to try your hand at this king? "
"The poor monk Liaofan... It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. Senior brother Liaokong has already paid a heavy price for what he has done. Why should the patron king vent his anger on the innocent monks of He Temple?"
If word spreads about bullying the weak, it will be detrimental to the prince's reputation. "
"You are quite considerate of my king. Since you know that you are weak, why don't you kneel down to greet me when I see him face to face?"
A trace of ridicule flashed in Yang Lin's eyes.
If you see that the situation is not right, you will give in. If you have the upper hand, you will pursue them and fight fiercely.
The monks are really good at using this method.
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