"After today, there will be no more Jingmin Zen Temple in the world. Three years, five years, or at most ten years, no one in the world will remember the existence of Jingmin Zen Temple, just as it has never appeared."

The calm voice echoed over the Jingnian Zen Temple. Yang Zhao was not a threat or a curse. He just made the most direct statement of what was about to be born in the simplest language. Against the backdrop of the heavy footsteps that had already broken through the gate of the Zen Temple, against the light tone and calm expression of the King of Henan, the monks of Jingnian Zen Temple were sitting in the temple, and in anger, no one would ever see whether this sentence was possible.

There is no doubt about it. The monks' faces are pale as paper. Even though the sun shines brightly in broad daylight, the fear in their hearts only makes them feel that it is like the mid-nine winter, and it has been cold to their bones. On the roof of the hall, the monk Lekong, who even though the "Qinhou" and his daughter jointly used the "Great Heaven Demon Field" to continuously oppress, stood like a mountain from beginning to end, and seemed to sway slightly.

The sound of "典~" came from Monk Kong's feet, and the glazed tiles laid on the roof burst out with countless cracks. In the blink of an eye, the crack fire expanded and deepened, and the roof of the hall suddenly felt like it was cut by an axe and cut out neatly. The "Qinhou" looked slightly stern and shouted: "Don't want to leave!" Rubbing his body and rushed forward, and simply slapped it out with one palm. Unfortunately, although Zhu Yuyan reacted quickly, he always

He was still a little slower, and his palm power passed by Monk Kong's bald head with a "huh" and could not even hurt half of his head (it wasn't there, so naturally it couldn't hurt...). Zhu Meixian was stunned and jumped down from the newly emerging gap without thinking. Unfortunately, she just moved her body, but she felt her arms tight and had been caught by her mother. The future leader of the Yingui Sect couldn't help but look up in shock and shouted: "Mom?"

The queen of Yin smiled slightly and whispered: "Xian'er, you kill the three guardians of Jingnian Zen Temple. No matter how Kong is, there is no need to worry about it. Besides, there is no secret way in the palace, so he can't escape even if he wants to. Now the King of Henan is dominating the overall situation. The King of Henan has his own idea of ​​how to deal with him. I don't have to chase you."

The words of Queen Yin actually make sense, but after hearing this, Zhu Meixian couldn't help but frown slightly, and she felt something was wrong in her heart. After all, her experience in the martial arts world is too shallow, so after thinking about it, she couldn't tell what was wrong. She had always been used to listening to her mother's words, so even though she was hesitant in her heart, she didn't think about it carefully, and just nodded slightly confusedly.

Zhu Yuyan's words did have an unfinished meaning. You should know that Monk Lekong is not an ordinary person after all. If he forced himself too hard, he finally led to his retaliation and biting, the "Queen Yin" asked himself, and he might not be able to take over the dying counterattack of Kong. Anyway, what Yang Zhao asked before was just to rescue King Wei Yang Shuang. Fighting with Nie Erniang, who was closely related to the second ancestor of Zen Buddhism, is already a job. If he wants to fight with Lekong for life and death, it is completely thankless, so why should he work so hard?

But this was not a big deal that he had spoken in detail with Zhu Meixian on this occasion. Therefore, he only had a little bit of it. After the words were finished, the "Queen Queen" patted her daughter on her shoulder twice, then turned around and walked towards the two hostages next to her, took action to untie the sealed acupoints for King Wei Yang Shuang and the big dragon leader Zhai Rang, smiled and bowed as a tribute, and said, "I have seen King Wei Qiansui and the big dragon leader. It is really a joy to be safe and sound."

Wang Yang Shuang and Zhai Rang were not sure if they were imprisoned for too long and their blood was blocked. Although the acupoints were untied, they were still haggard and their expressions were very sluggish. Seeing that Zhu Yuyan came forward to speak, he was unable to get up and answer, but just sat on the roof tiles and bowed to his greeting. Wang Wei whispered: "Madam Zhu takes action for justice, and I am the king of Wu. I am grateful for my great kindness. In short, if I ask for something in the future, as long as I can, I will definitely repay you. Now that the crisis has not passed, please help the King of Henan again."

Zhu Yuyan covered his mouth and chuckled, "Zhao'er's child will soon become my son-in-law. We will be worthy of our reputation by then. We are all family members. Don't be so polite among our own family. Please rest assured, if you have a family here, Zhao'er will not suffer any loss." This was said lightly, and he didn't take it as if he was a big deal. Little did you know that King Wei suddenly heard the sentence "Zhao'er's child will soon become my son-in-law" and was shocked. Fortunately, he was very self-control, and the surprised expression was fleeting and not too exposed. Yang Shuang sighed softly, nodded and whispered: "It's time for Mrs. Zhu." After saying that, he stopped talking, sat down quietly, secretly circulated his inner breath to heal himself.

The three of them answered on the roof of the hall, from beginning to end, just a few blinks of fingers. After speaking, they immediately heard the "boom" trembling sound, and the door of the hall was shaken open by Monk Likong's palm. The host of Jingnian Zen Temple stared at Yang Zhao's face. Although his lips were pursed, his face was volatile between his eyebrows clearly, and he clearly expressed his deep feelings to everyone around him. The feeling was fear, anger, hatred, panic, helplessness, and even more determined and resolute, who had made up some great determination.

With the desperate but expectant eyes of more than 200 monks from Jingnian Zen Temple, Monk Lekong walked forward step by step, constantly narrowing the distance between himself and the King of Henan. On the roof of the main hall, the mother and daughter of "Yinhou" were only concerned about guarding the King and the Dragon Head, and it seemed that there was no intention to help the fist. The change of things made Yang Su, the old fox who should have been desperate, look surprised and happy.

Like, the slight explosion sound of "cracking and snapping" came from his ten-knuckle joints that were constantly flexing and stretching. It seemed that he was eager to try it. After all, Eclipse Moon is also a first-class skill in the world. Even if it is not possible to absorb the moonlight and cannot urge the valley to reach the strongest beast transformation realm, its power is greatly reduced, but if we can cooperate with Kong, we should be at least about 60% sure that we can capture Yang Zhao, the hateful boy, or even kill.

The fastest thing in the world is not electric current or light, but thought. In just one thousandth of a second, Yang Su had made up his mind and never waited for death. A roar like a wolf howl soared into the sky. He turned around and showed Yang Zhao that he suddenly became enough to tear all the sharp fangs in the world, and he rushed out faster than the lightning. The claws of the sword that were harder than the gold steel and Lisheng broke through the sky, and his sharp force also tore the air and used the two major kills of the brain-breaking kill and the heart-breaking kill. He hurriedly grabbed the little prince's head and heart. Without hesitation, no hesitation, Monk Likong was also

He activated his peak cultivation and rushed out in half a moment. The strong murderous aura of the two masters soared into the sky, attacking their common enemy, King Henan like a tsunami and mountain collapse. The two masters of the world were united in the arms of ambition to burn the boats and fight together, and even if Mahaye was present, they would never remain indifferent. But at this moment, Yang Zhao was still carrying his hands on his back, and there was no action of resisting or dodging. Why is this? Could it be that... King Henan really had such strong confidence and strength, and could block the shocking offensive of the two masters without any damage?

No, this is simply impossible. Knowing yourself and your enemy, you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. Yang Zhao knows everything about his ability, and where is the limit of Yang Su and Lekong, etc. If he doesn't take action and rely on his protective energy alone, he will take over the attack of the two people who have both aura and killing ambition to the peak, and it is still impossible to do now. However, why should he avoid it, and why should he block it?

As the rabbit rose and falcon fell, Yang Su's claws were about to touch the clothes on the chest of the King of Henan. He only needed to add a little more force to tear the hateful brat apart and let him die without a burial place. However... at the last moment, he suddenly stopped. He stopped completely, standing still as a clay puppet, unable to lift up even half of his strength. Then, he fell into the dust even more "pa" and crawled at the feet of the person he hated the most.

Monk Lekong, who stood behind Yang Su, with a expressionless look, withdrew his hand back. It was this hand that made almost any unexpected move, knocking Yang Su down and deprived him of all the power of resistance and struggle. Then, Monk Lekong slowly turned around and faced Yang Zhao in the inexplicable eyes of the monks in the Jingnian Zen Temple in the Pure Land of the Vajra of the Zigu Temple, standing together, bent his knees and elbows to the ground, and bowed his bow. It was the most pious and solemn Buddhist sect - the tribute of the five-body provoking the earth!

Almost all the monks were stunned. In an instant, there was a silence on the square, and needles were truly heard. But what broke the silence was the sound of neat footsteps rumbling like an earthquake. In an instant, teams of elite soldiers in the Great Sui Dynasty wearing heavy armor drove into the Zen temple continuously, surrounding the Great Hall three layers inside and three layers outside. Li Jing, who was fully armed, separated the crowd and walked forward step by step. He bent down respectfully and bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, please forgive me. I am with the prince. I am wearing armor and I am not able to give a full courtesy.

Although Yang Zhao and Li Jing had a love of a sworn brotherhood in private, they had to take official duties first in public, so both sides only called each other by their titles. The King of Henan nodded slightly and said, "General Li asked. How many people did he bring to this trip?"

Li Jing straightened his back and bowed, "Report to the prince, Jingnian Chan Temple has committed rebellion. His subordinates are afraid that the prince will be frightened, so they all have the elite troops of Luoyang garrison, and have a total of 20,000 soldiers from the palace. Now all the passages up and down the mountain have been tightly sealed. Because the mountain gate is narrow, only 3,000 people have come in, and the rest are on standby at the foot of the mountain."

Yang Zhao nodded and said, "Okay. Then..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of "dong~dong~" continuous. When he looked at it intently, it turned out to be Monk Lekong. He put away his body-protecting true energy and kowtowed with all his might. Without a few knocks, his head was covered in blood. But he seemed to feel pain at all, and he still kowtowed one after another with great devotion. Even though he insisted on keeping his mouth shut and never spoke, his intentions and what he was begging for were already revealed.

The monk Buchen was shocked and hurriedly followed the abbot to kneel down and kowtowed hard to Yang Zhao. Some of the other monks were clever and kowtowed quickly. Some were slow and had to wait until their fellow disciples pulled him hard for a few times before they woke up as if they were dreaming. But in the blink of an eye, no one of the more than 200 monks in Jingnian Zen Temple was still upright and unyielding. More than 200 bald heads kowtowed one after another, and the scene was still quite spectacular. Although the great gift of the five-body worshipped the Bodhisattvas, even if such behaviors were spread to the world, the reputation and status of Jingnian Zen Temple would be destroyed. As long as it was for survival, nothing mattered and nothing was concerned.

If these monks are tough and resist to the end, it will be easier. With the order of the King of Henan, the army will attack and under the rain of guns and arrows, they will keep these so-called "masters" all in an instant. Everyone will save trouble. But now many bald men are begging for mercy in fear and fear. Yang Zhao felt a little hesitant for a moment. If he is based on his nature, he will definitely not like to commit more murder and hurt lives. But if he wants to let these monks go, he will undoubtedly cause trouble.

Because "human heart" is a very strange thing. When those enemies who have appeared or are still lurking, they will never be grateful for the kindness and magnanimity of the Henan King when they see the King of Henan letting go of Jingnian Zen Temple. Instead, they have a great chance to think that the character of the King of Henan is the mother and the kindness of the woman, and think that he has the weakness that the strong should not have, and even think that this is a weakness that can be exploited. Then, they will design various traps more unscrupulously and use various means to make enemies with the King of Henan. Anyway, if they fail, they just need to bend down and beg hard to get pardon, and even substantial losses will not be possible. So what else is there to be scary and what else to worry about?

If you have life and death, how can you show goodness without evil? If you want to achieve the Bodhisattva path, you must first destroy the evil in the world. The evil of killing passes by, and the Buddhist Dharma remains in your heart. This is the way of killing! Therefore, no matter how pitiful these monks seem, you must not let them go easily today. Since they chose to collude with Yang Su to be enemies with him that day, then they should be mentally prepared to face all the possible consequences of "failure". Thinking of this, Yang Zhao's heart immediately turned hard. He sighed and murmured: "Namo Amitabha, both of them are the same Buddhist lineage. I didn't want to do too much, and I wanted to let you go. It's a pity that the world is connected with cause and effect. Planting good causes will lead to good results, and planting evil causes will lead to bad results. If you do something wrong, you can escape punishment. Where is the law of heaven? So..."

Before he finished speaking, the King of Henan suddenly took action like lightning, and used Thunder God's quick technique to seal the seventeen important acupoints of Monk Lekong. The host of the Jingnian Zen Temple did not resist at all, and paralyzed on the ground like mud, losing all the ability to resist. Yang Zhao no longer looked at him, but only took a deep breath, then waved hard: "General Li, let's do it."
Chapter completed!