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

Chapter 218 Buddha Weeps Blood
"Shh!"

Facing the morning glow, a dazzling white light flashed, like the Milky Way above the sky, sweeping across the entire Yuwen family mansion.

The sharp sword light strangled the direct descendants of the Yuwen family, as well as the guards, death warriors, etc. After a while, the mansion covering three blocks was flooded with blood, and the eggs were shaken apart.

"The one who massacred the Yuwen clan was Shen Yuanliang from Qingdi City!"

Under the sky, Shen Yuanliang stood on the flying sword with his hands folded across his chest, overlooking the mansion filled with the smell of blood, and announced this shocking news calmly.

Before everyone could react, with a "whoosh" sound, the flying sword turned into a stream of light and flew to the next target, leaving the people in the city stunned.

"The Yuwen clan was destroyed?"

"Hahaha, I knew this day would come. Those who do evil will eventually perish."

Suddenly hearing Shen Yuanliang's voice, Emperor Yang Guang of Sui, who was sweating profusely and practicing martial arts in the palace, burst into laughter hysterically.

If it weren't for the need to prevent the Yuwen clan from becoming desperate and consuming the last of the Sui Dynasty's resources, Emperor Yang Guang of Sui would have destroyed the Yuwen clan long ago and the dynasty would not have survived to this day.

"Thump thump", heavy footsteps were heard, and Yang Lin, the King of Backers, wearing golden armor and with a slightly weathered face, strode to the martial arts training ground with a look of relief in his eyes.

"Uncle, the Yuwen clan has been destroyed, haha."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty took three or two steps forward, grabbed Yang Lin's sleeve tightly, and said it again excitedly.

"Your Majesty, urgent news has arrived from Goguryeo."

"Three days ago, Cihang Jingzhai joined forces with major Buddhist temples, the Yuwen clan, Yijian Pavilion and other forces to surround and kill the Blue Emperor Shen Yuanliang, and Shen Yuanliang won."

Handing over the information brought by carrier pigeon with both hands, King Yang Lin pursed his dry lips and reported everything in detail.

Thinking of the earthquake and the five-colored rays of light coming from the northeast three days ago, Yang Lin felt very uneasy. The immortals on land and the great gods in heaven fell like rain, one after another.

"Yuwen Shang, the old immortal, is finally dead. And those nuns who chose the emperor on behalf of the gods are really overestimating their own abilities and are hypocritical."

"Now the retribution has come. The Yuwen clan has been expelled, and the next one is the Buddhist sect. I wonder what the Qing Emperor will choose?"

……

Huangshan, Emperor's Peak.

"Disciple, this is a handwritten letter from my master. Please deliver it to Cihang Jingzhai in Daming. It is a matter of great importance and must be delivered."

Under the ten-foot-tall golden Buddha statue, Fan Qinghui, dressed in white, was tapping a wooden fish and giving instructions slowly and calmly.

After saying that, Fan Qinghui opened his eyes, put down the gavel, took out a letter he had written in advance from his arms, handed it to Shi Feixuan, and a hint of worry flashed across his bright eyes.

Three days ago, an ominous premonition came to his mind. Fan Qinghui, who was proficient in the art of observing qi, only felt that an endless black cloud was sweeping in from the Liaodong Peninsula.

"Master."

Holding a jade flute, the graceful Shi Feixuan frowned when she heard this and took on this important task.

After a cup of tea, Shi Feixuan, carrying a small bag, walked down the mountain step by step under the worried gaze of Fan Qinghui, and gradually disappeared into the horizon.

"boom!"

At the zenith of the sun, in the quiet Buddhist hall, the rhythmic sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped, and the shiny wooden hammer broke into two and broke in the middle.

"Boom!" At this moment, the clear sky quickly became covered with dark clouds, as heavy as a block of lead, and the exploding thunder and lightning roared, resounding through the heaven and earth.

"Fan Qinghui, I, Shen Yuanliang, am here."

Under the azure lightning, Shen Yuanliang flew on his sword and landed directly on the Emperor's Peak. His robes fluttered, and he looked like a celestial being, with a heavy aura emanating from him.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in Jiangnan, and many pavilions are shrouded in mist and rain.

From north to south, Shen Yuanliang cleansed the world with boundless anger. All Buddhist forces were wiped out, unless they were not warriors.

One temple after another, countless monks were killed, and the magnificent temples were in ruins, no longer as prosperous as they once were. Cihang Jingzhai was Shen Yuanliang's last stop.

"Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang, you, you..."

Turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, Fan Qinghui looked at Shen Yuanliang who was approaching, dumbfounded, with endless waves in his heart.

At this moment, the Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang appeared at the Emperor's Peak, while the founder Dini disappeared. Everything was self-evident. They were defeated, Cihang Jingzhai was defeated, and the foundation of hundreds of years was defeated in her hands.

Thinking of this, Fan Qinghui felt very bitter. How could he face his master in the underworld after his death?
"Master."

Hundreds and thousands of disciples from Cihang Jingzhai came with swords in hand and surrounded Shen Yuanliang with great momentum. A murderous aura filled the air between heaven and earth.

Living in Cihang Jingzhai for many years and being baptized by various doctrines, they are like puppets with only one thought in their minds: to eliminate demons and defend the way of righteousness, even at the cost of their own lives!

"Cihang Jingzhai has enjoyed the incense and public money for so many years, it's time to remove it from the list."

"My name is Shen Yuanliang, 'Yuan' for the beginning and the end, 'Liang' for a kind nature. Don't forget to give my regards to the Buddha in your nine springs."

Shen Yuanliang flicked the flying sword in his hand, and a crisp sword sound was heard. The rustling sword energy disappeared in an instant. There was no one else in the entire Cihang Jingzhai except Fan Qinghui.

The bean-sized rain washed over the Emperor's Peak. Tears and blood flowed down the mountain along with the rain, dyeing the stream at the foot of the mountain bright red, like a piece of red silk.

"The devil."

"Snap", the Buddhist beads in his hand broke, Fan Qinghui pointed at Shen Yuanliang, his eyes full of anger, like knives, wanting to cut him into pieces.

"As a monk, my six senses are not pure, and I am greedy for worldly power and wealth."

"After death, when I meet the Buddha, I wonder if I will consider myself a Buddhist disciple? Or will I be a demon in a monk's robe?"

On the Emperor's Peak, Shen Yuanliang looked at the magnificent palace and the golden Buddha statue made of pure gold in front of him, and asked jokingly.

Buddha was compassionate throughout his life, guiding people to do good and living a life like an ascetic monk. However, his disciples and grandchildren lived in luxury and even harbored filth and dirt, which was the greatest disrespect to Buddha.

"Devil, stop talking nonsense."

Upon hearing Shen Yuanliang belittling Buddhism, Fan Qinghui, who had devoted his entire life to Cihang Jingzhai, became ferocious and started to scold him.

The master disappeared, all his disciples were dead, Fan Qinghui's mind was lost, and cracks appeared in his rock-solid Buddhist heart. At this moment, he suddenly heard Shen Yuanliang's words, and he could no longer remain calm.

"Puff", a mouthful of blood spurted out, Fan Qinghui's face turned pale, and his cultivation level of a land immortal rapidly declined. The Grandmaster of Celestial Phenomena, the Grandmaster of Martial Arts...

In an instant, Fan Qinghui went from being a high-ranking earth deity to a weak and feeble woman, powerless as a kitten. This was the consequence of the collapse of faith.

Inside the Buddhist temple, two drops of blood and tears quietly emerged from the ten-foot-tall Buddha statue, spotted with spots. I wonder if they were crying for the great calamity of Buddhism, or pitying the deceased Buddha's sons and grandsons?
(End of this chapter)