Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin: I Set Taboos in the Heavens

Chapter 241: Why do you in Dachan Temple need so many armors?
The past of the Yangshen world revealed a lot of calculations.

In the end, the Great Zen Temple was destroyed, Meng Shenji's immortal body was destroyed, and Hong Xuanji had not made any progress in his cultivation in the past twenty years. The one who gained the most was the then Crown Prince Yang Pan, now Emperor Qian.

The various changes involved have affected too many things.

"Meng Shenji is the leader of the Supreme Dao. It is said that in order to seek transcendence, he collected spiritual medicines for sixty years and refined a Tianyuan Shendan. After taking it, his body was improved to the human immortal realm. If he wants to start over again and reach the human immortal realm, I am afraid he will have to refine the Tianyuan Shendan again."

Monk Jingren told many stories from the past.

"Tianyuan Divine Pill."

Both Hong Yi and Chan Yinsha remembered this pill. It took a master like Meng Shenji sixty years of collecting herbs to refine the elixir. It must be very mysterious. If they have the chance in the future, they must see it for themselves.

While he was talking, Fang Qing opened the Qiankun bag.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.
A sound that seemed to come from another world was heard, as if it came from the stars in the universe, and as if it was right in front of us.

The mouth of the Qiankun cloth bag was opened, and a green airflow rushed out, turning into a door that was three people tall and ten people wide.

This gate is formed by air flow, but it really exists. People can enter the world inside through this portal.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The four of them walked into the Qiankun bag together, and the world immediately changed. The sky was no longer the sky, and the earth was no longer the earth.

The sky is only thirty or forty feet high, and it seems that you can touch it with your hand.

There is no sun in the sky here, but there is a layer of extremely bright color, like jade.

"It is rumored that only those who have cultivated to the Yang God realm can break out of the Qiankun Bag, or they can force their way in from the outside of the Qiankun Bag."

Monk Jingren said.

He also looked at the sky of the Qiankun bag, with curiosity showing on his face.

Although he had been carrying the Qiankun bag with him, he had never had the opportunity to enter it. At this moment, he looked at the ground of the Qiankun bag and found that the ground was also very smooth, like a layer of water waves. When people stepped on it, ripples appeared.

Hong Yi stepped on the ground with some curiosity and found that even though he stepped on the ground with his physical body, the ground was still very solid and was not damaged by him.

The sky and the earth can be seen very clearly, and at a glance, one can see places hundreds of miles away. Those places are covered with a layer of jade-green light film, which is the wall of this small world.

Sky, earth, wall.

This small world seems to be a house, which occupies an area of ​​one hundred miles, equivalent to a small county town in the Daqian Dynasty. The light film on the four walls is said to be able to be broken only by Yangshen masters.

Fang Qing was amazed. He had quite a few so-called space magic weapons, but there were not many space magic weapons in a small world. These were the characteristics of the Yangshen world.

In the most central place of this small world with a radius of one hundred miles, many things are placed. Looking forward, you will find that there are treasures everywhere.

A pile of gold, a pile of silver, a pile of jade jewelry.

A huge pile of white rice, like a mountain.

There are many weapons in many boxes, including armor and bows and crossbows.

There were also many boxes filled with various medicine bottles.

There are also many books placed on the bookshelf.

There are also many silks and satins, which are very valuable.

This is the treasure in the Qiankun bag.

Anyone who sees the treasure in the Qiankun bag will feel that it is entirely justified for the imperial court to destroy the Dachan Temple.

As a temple, why are you collecting armor and crossbows?
The mountain of rice probably weighed about 500,000 or 600,000 dan of rice, enough to feed hundreds of thousands of people and even hundreds of thousands of troops.

The rice is stored in this Qiankun cloth bag and will not go bad.

"Why do you, the Great Zen Temple, need so many weapons, armor, and crossbows?"

Hong Yi's face showed shock. He had never seen so many treasures, food, weapons, armor, everything!
"That was left behind by the remnants of the Great Zhou. When the Great Zhou Dynasty was destroyed, many of its followers came to our Great Zen Temple."

Monk Jingren said.

"It is not unjust that the Great Zen Temple was destroyed because of collusion with the remnants of the previous dynasty."

This thought arose in Hong Yi's heart, but he did not say it out loud.

Hong Yi looked at the large amount of gold, all of which were printed with the reign title of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was not easy to use it directly in this era. Once it was used, even if three clans were exterminated, no one would plead for mercy.

Hong Yi walked over and actually saw an account book with "4 million taels of gold, 30 million taels of silver, 800,000 pieces of silk..."

"...?"

Hong Yi was extremely shocked.

Four million taels of gold is equivalent to 40 million silvers, plus 30 million silvers, which equals a total of 70 million silvers!
The total tax revenue of the Daqian Dynasty over the past few years was less than 70 million silver coins! In other words, if one obtained the wealth in the Qiankun bag of the Dachan Temple, he would become the richest man in the country in an instant.

"Alas, these riches are not even one-fifth of what our Great Zen Temple had during its heyday."

Monk Jingren shook his head.

"Who can tolerate this?"

Fang Qing also shook his head. Although he had no interest in the 70 million gold and silver, these things were still treasures in this world. How could gold and silver be useless? They could be used to recruit soldiers just by giving them away. It would be more than enough to recruit 300,000 or 500,000 soldiers.

And these 70 million gold and silver were only one-fifth of the wealth of the Great Chan Temple during its heyday. In other words, the Great Chan Temple easily had 300 million taels of gold and silver, and it was easy for it to gather an army of one million.

Which emperor would like to see such a large Zen temple?
They must be wiped out. Even an emperor in that position would find a way to wipe them out.

"Why would a Buddhist monk need so much wealth? If he takes money from the people, is he still a Buddha?"

Hong Yi shook his head.

"In fact, my Buddha did not ask for money or property. It's just that the people of the world believe in my Buddha and are eager to give all their wealth to my Buddha."

Monk Jingren put his hands together and said, "Our Buddha does not talk about retribution for evil, he only teaches people to transcend. He passed down scriptures for people to practice, and all practitioners will have the opportunity to transcend. Apart from that, he does not care about anything else. If our Buddha descends on us with anger because someone does not donate money, I, Monk Jingren, will be the first to disagree."

Monk Jingren paused and looked at Hong Yi. "On the contrary, scholars who cannot recite the book will be beaten with a stick. If they violate the teachings of the sages, they will be drowned in a pond. I think the way scholars act is truly cruel. They kill people with etiquette and no one in the world can resist."

“As expected of a master.”

Hong Yi smiled.

“He is truly a great Buddhist monk.”

Chan Yinsha glanced at Monk Jingren, as if she had not expected that this great monk could say such a thing. Under his debate, Buddha became good, and the teachings of sages became bad.

If we allow debate to go on for days and nights without restraint, there will be no result and it will easily damage relations.

In the end, when it comes to a debate on principles, it all comes down to strength. If I destroy your physical body, your principles will naturally be defeated by mine.

Fang Qing listened to what they said, a smile appeared on his face, he reached out and grabbed a large piece of bone not far away.

There are many very ancient words written on the bone, which are not the modern characters.

But Fang Qing recognized these words. Many of them recorded the supreme book of witchcraft and ghosts, "The Magic Scripture of the God of War".

He had previously obtained many memories of the leader of the Wugui Dao Sect, so he was of course familiar with these texts.

The unique skill of witchcraft and ghost Taoism, "The Magic Scripture of the God of War".

On one side of the bone plate, there is a carving of a demon god with two horns on his head and a bone hammer in his hand. His whole body is filled with an ancient, vicissitudes of life, and a long, ancient aura, as if the demon god is about to walk out of the bone plate.

Just by looking at the appearance of this demon god, several people knew that this was definitely an unparalleled method. The artistic conception filled with that demon god was so profound that it made people feel an unyielding spirit, fighting against the sky and the earth, and never surrendering.

"That is the unique skill of Wuguidao, the War God Demon Scripture. The so-called Demon Lord is actually an ancient war god, who was suppressed by a Saint Emperor. Wuguidao declined at that time, and later it has changed until now. In fact, in the beginning, Wuguidao was also a righteous sect that believed in the War God Demon Lord and fought to the last moment with an unyielding will."

Monk Jingren sighed.

“It is indeed worth pondering.”

Fang Qing's soul reflected the Supreme Demon Lord and thought of the Temple of the God of War that he had obtained in the Tang Dynasty world. The God of War, God of War, whether in the Tang Dynasty world or in this Yangshen world, there are legends about the God of War.

Of course, the God of War in the Tang Dynasty world seemed to have passed down the Temple of War and then left, while the God of War in this world encountered a Holy Emperor, and was suppressed despite his tremendous strength. Even the sect he left behind, the Witch and Ghost Sect, became increasingly useless, without inheriting any good things, but instead inheriting many bad things.

Soul refining and corpse refining are all rubbish.

But the true inheritance is still in the image of the Supreme Demon Lord.

Fang Qing tried to visualize this supreme demon god of war, and suddenly, lines of Dao rhyme flowed, and countless Dao patterns slowly condensed into a god of war. The moment he appeared, an eternal fighting spirit manifested on the body of this war god of demon lord. The terrifying power shook the heaven and earth, and it was no weaker than the many Dao masters that Fang Qing had comprehended.

The powerful aura emitted by this War Demon Lord is almost the same as that of Yuanyang Taoist Lord, and is much more powerful than the Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva that Qing had previously comprehended.

This God of War Demon Lord holds a bone hammer in his hand, and with one hammer, he can destroy everything!

The will to fight, the indomitable spirit, the struggle, all kinds of artistic conceptions are flowing through the body of this demon lord, which makes Hong Yi and Chan Yinsha thoughtful.

Monk Jingren was completely stunned.

You know, the leader of the Wugui Dao practiced for so many years before he could barely condense a head of this Demon Lord, but this existence directly condensed the entire body of the Demon Lord!

It's so scary.

"Ok?"

Just at this moment, Fang Qing suddenly let out a light exclamation, and the God of War flew out of the world where the Qiankun bag was in an instant and suppressed an old man at once.

"How dare you snatch the Qiankun bag!"

(End of this chapter)