Who Tang Yun is and how important he is to the court is not the point.

The point is that Tang Yun came here under the legitimate pretext of collecting taxes. The point is that the people at Leiyin Temple disrespected Shangguan and made provocations first. The point is that the Buddha killed Tang Yun in public.

Small mistakes are not mistakes, but I am afraid that the accounts will be settled in the end.

Because Buddha killed Tang Yun, all the previous mistakes, which were not considered mistakes, turned into a huge disaster.

Just like the Sarajevo incident, it seems unimportant, but it is actually not important, but it is the direct cause of igniting the fuse and detonating the bomb.

No, I want to go back.

Fozi shuddered, turned around and looked at the ruins all over the ground, his face twitched, and after a while he suddenly jumped into the air and fled towards Leiyin Temple.

Even if you know that the matter is irreversible, you must do something as much as possible.

However.

Before he could return, the court took action.

First of all, the fifth-level masters who guarded the frontier of the forbidden area directly communicated with Zhou Xun, the state leader of Leihuo State, and personally led the elite of Zhenwu Pavilion, together with millions of troops, to break out and march out to wipe out all Buddhist believers in the state.

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The so-called suppression is nothing more than one word - kill.

Wherever the army passed, temples were demolished, Buddha statues were smashed, Buddhist scriptures were burned, countless believers died, and countless monks were tortured to death.

Only then did the Buddha suddenly realize that the imperial court had an army.

The Zhenwu Pavilion is to deal with warriors, demons and other things, and the army is the cornerstone of suppressing the world.

At the very least, they are all top-notch warriors, and they may be powerless against these warriors.

However, with the cooperation of each other, coupled with the various weird and extremely lethal poisons, tools, equipment developed in their hands, and the assistance of the Zhenwu Pavilion, these scattered warriors were completely defeated.

An edict was issued in the capital, bearing the emperor's twelve seals, ordering all armies from all over the world to march out and carry out a brutal and inhumane siege against the remaining sects, which could be described as a deadly battle.

In the midst of a calamity, the imperial court seemed to be prepared to fight to the death, making it clear that it was determined to completely erase the word sect from the world.

It's messy, it's messy...

The governor of Zhenwuge, Chen Xuanye, personally came to Leihuo Prefecture to take charge, accompanied by a total of four fifth-grade masters, who wanted to kill Leiyin Temple quickly...

Phew~

Buddha stared blankly at the former Leiyin Temple and the current ruins. His heart was shaken, and a stream of blood spurted out from his throat: "Ahhhhhhhh..."

At this moment, he suddenly raised his head, and a deafening sound suddenly sounded from somewhere, burning like a bell, making him freeze suddenly. "Idiot, why don't you wake up?"

The Buddha only felt the scene around him change. He was still wearing the moon-white monk's robes, but he was twisting a string of rosary beads in his hand. He was kneeling in front of the Buddha as if chanting sutras. The old monk with a kind-hearted look on his side looked at him worriedly.

It was late at night, and there were vague crickets chirping outside the house. From time to time, a wisp of breeze blew into the temple, making him feel indescribable trance and unreality.

Wow~

The breeze blew by, and the scripture in front of me was blown open to a page, revealing a line of black characters on the white paper: Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.

The Buddha stared blankly at this line of writing, and the more he read it, the more charming it became. He closed the book curiously and read the words on the cover - The Great Dream Heart Sutra.

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innate?

He frowned and flipped through it at a very fast speed. When he finally finished flipping through it, Fozi fell into a state of trance. He was thinking about the inner meaning of this exercise book.

Are the memories in my head just a dream?

He patted his head and felt a little swollen, as if there was something extra in his head.

Is it real now? Or is it real in memory? Buddha was a little confused for a moment, or he fell into self-doubt.

In other words, this is a precursor to schizophrenia.

"Oh, I know that."

Huikong, the abbot of Shaolin Temple and his master, couldn't help but sigh when he saw the Buddha like this: "Except the Patriarch, anyone who tries to practice this skill will eventually become a demon."

Master Huikong patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Miaofa, this is not your fault. Don't practice this skill in the future. Haste makes waste, if even you..."

At the end of the sentence, Huikong realized that he had made a mistake and swallowed back the rest of his words. With a sad look on his face, he stood up tremblingly and walked towards the Zen room.

"division……"

Fozi opened his mouth and instinctively called out a word, which made his heart skip a beat. Could it be that his memory was really a dream or false?

its not right.

If it was really a dream, why do I remember it so clearly?
Chapter completed!