The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 204 Buddha's Tears

"Amitabha!"

The four great monks and Abbot Liaokong twitched their faces when they heard this. They put their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name devoutly, hoping to eliminate the sins in their hearts.

As great monks respected by thousands of people, they usually study Buddhism and Buddhist principles. They are good at speaking and can use all kinds of reasons to refute Shen Yuanliang, but they cannot convince their own hearts.

After all, the Heshi Bi was hidden in the Bronze Palace, and they did violate the precept against lying, one of the Five Precepts.

"Rumor has it that before Sakyamuni entered Nirvana, the demon king Mara went to stop him. They had a wonderful conversation, and the last sentence is especially suitable for you."

"The demon king, Mara, said, 'In the last days of the Dharma, I will allow my disciples to sneak into your Buddhist monastery, wear your robes, and destroy your Buddhist teachings. They will misinterpret your scriptures and destroy your precepts...'"

"After listening to the devil's words, the Buddha remained silent for a long time. After a while, he shed two lines of tears. So are you monks the real monks, or are you the devil's descendants who have sneaked in?"

After taking a quick look around, Shen Yuanliang, dressed in white, turned the jade ring in his hand and asked with the corner of his mouth curled.

Shen Yuanliang, who is in the Earthly Immortal realm, has extremely powerful mental power. He can know everything that happens within a hundred miles. He overheard the conversation between the four great monks and Master Liaokong.

Shen Yuanliang, who originally felt a little bit reluctant, wanted to convert him and turn him into a puppet-like golden arhat, but he suddenly became furious and killed him.

"There is no doubt that they are definitely the devil's descendants who sneaked in. They are fake monks and a branch of our Holy Sect."

The charming voice resounded through the sky. Before the words fell, Zhu Yuyan, the leader of the Yingui Sect, who was wearing a black silk dress, took a step over a hundred feet and appeared in front of everyone.

The smiling face was full of mischief, the black eyes emitted a cold light, and the force field of his magic was like a black hole, distorting people's vision.

The sky was covered with dark clouds. As Zhu Yuyan walked closer and closer to the Jingnian Zen Sect, the dark clouds seemed to be pressing down on the city and suffocating everyone. It was as if a demon had descended.

"Zhu Yuyan."

Suddenly seeing the leader of the Yingui sect and the famous master of magic approaching quietly, many young monks and martial monks were trembling with fear.

Compared to the unfamiliar Shen Yuanliang, the three words Zhu Yuyan were so familiar to everyone that their ears were almost callused. A sense of fear arose spontaneously, and their ink-black eyes dodged and dodged.

"We, the Pure Zen Sect, are committed to doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and are determined to eradicate the evil sect. How can we allow you to slander us!"

The great monk Bu Nu, wearing a white monk robe and holding Buddhist beads, stepped forward, glared at them, and then picked up the Zen sticks from the shoulders of the four little monks.

With a "bang", the Zen stick weighing thousands of pounds slammed heavily on the hard rock. The powerful force instantly penetrated the ten-foot-thick marble, and dense cracks stretched for thousands of feet.

"Humph! The floor is paved with white jade, the walls are made of gold bricks, the beams are made of golden nanmu, and the decorations are made of agate and coral. It is magnificent and more luxurious than the imperial palace."

"The vast temple needs horses and lanterns, and you are all fat and fat, and you can tell at a glance that you are full of money. You have long forgotten the rules and regulations set by the Buddha."

"We are all people of the secular world, greedy for the wealth and fame of the mortal world. Why do we call ourselves outsiders?"

Glancing at the furious monk, Shen Yuanliang spoke slowly.

No organization can be defined as good or evil. The evil path and the righteous path are two sides of the same coin. There is no goodness, no right or wrong, and everything is for profit.

He is just a person who acts recklessly and does not conceal his inner thoughts. He is good at doing superficial work and shouting bright and beautiful slogans loudly, but in fact, he is the same inside.

The Jingnian Zen Buddhism has taken root in Luoyang for hundreds of years. Not to mention the magnificent palaces and gold-made Buddha statues in the temple, just at the foot of the mountain, everywhere you look you can see the temple's fields.

Countless tenants were like cattle and horses, contributing to the Pure Zen Buddhism from generation to generation, and even offering their daughters for the monks' enjoyment. This was common. "Puff", many monks vomited blood. It was said that scholars killed people without knives, but Shen Yuanliang shocked many monks with his eloquence.

Yin Hong's blood was splattered on the white jade steps, leaving spots that were very eye-catching.

"All monks, follow us to subdue the demons and take down this evil thief."

Seeing that many disciples were about to go astray, the furious Monk Bu Nu stared at Shen Yuanliang. His sharp eyes were like knives, as if he wanted to cut Shen Yuanliang into pieces to vent his anger.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Shen Yuanliang used sharp words to tear off the cloak of Pure Nian Zen Buddhism and even the entire Buddhism, exposing the ugliness inside under the bright sunlight.

"That's true. It makes sense."

The pilgrims who were acting as spectators looked at the luxurious palace and sturdy monks behind them with suspicion. They were no longer as pious as before. These words directly shook the foundation of Buddhism.

"Huh!"

After receiving the order, thousands of burly, strong monks rushed down the mountain and surrounded Shen Yuanliang. The forest of jujube wood sticks were ready to go, forming a tight formation.

There were several thousand stick monks, all of whom were warriors above the acquired realm. Their every move was in unison and very orderly, like the well-trained soldiers in a military camp, able to defeat an army of one hundred thousand.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

The tremendous internal energy flowed around the body, connecting with each other and resonating with the heaven and earth. An enormous pressure like a mountain pressing down on one's head swept over. The air was very sticky, just like before a storm.

This is the confidence of the Jingnian Zen Sect, and it is also the basis for them to become a holy place in the martial arts world and compete with the imperial court.

"Become a Buddha? Isn't it just being converted by you and becoming a puppet-like thug? You can't even become a Buddha yourself. It's really ridiculous!"

Waving his hand, Shen Yuanliang's wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his tone was full of disdain.

In Buddhist teachings, Shen Yuanliang particularly dislikes the idea of ​​"lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly". He believes in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Even nine lifetimes of hatred can be avenged!
"catch him."

At a command, many monks approached step by step, the encirclement became smaller and smaller, and the endless internal force surged in like waves in the sea.

Seeing this, Shen Yuanliang, who was among them, stopped talking to them and took out hundreds of Pea Shooter seeds, which were crystal clear and looked like green jade.

"Withering and flourishing, life and death."

A colorful light flashed, and endless vitality gathered from all directions, and the pea shooter seeds surrounding Shen Yuanliang took root and sprouted instantly.

Cute pea shooters appeared before everyone's eyes. The emerald green gourd mouth absorbed the power of the sun from the sky, and strands of solar essence fell from the sky.

"Bang bang!!"

After having enough energy, the Pea Shooter showed his style for the first time in the Sui Dynasty. The copper peas were like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, shooting in all directions and covering the sky and the earth.

The attack was like a violent storm, rapid and intensive. Thousands of the majestic monks were killed or wounded in an instant, and their mournful wails echoed throughout the Pure Zen Sect.

The monk, who used to have a waist as thick as a barrel and feet as big as a boat, was now like a lamb to be slaughtered, with no power to fight back. Sporadic copper peas shot towards the palace on the top of the mountain, and it was instantly in ruins.

The sound of "creaking" was endless. The palace that had stood for thousands of years was now in danger and it was estimated that it would collapse in less than a moment.

One man is a whole army, this is Shen Yuanliang's confidence. Coupled with his peerless martial arts, who can stop him?
(End of this chapter)