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Chapter 316 Subsidence

Blood dripped through the grass and seeped into the soil.

In the broken eye sockets, the eyeballs that once belonged to Jiu Fenghai silently stared at the sky.

Reflects the school alarm talisman that is activated by the user's death.

Shhhhhh!

The bright fireworks bloomed high in the sky, illuminating the forest below as bright as day.

The few monks who were watching the night in the bell tower naturally noticed this conspicuous phenomenon, picked up their short sticks and ran towards the fireworks, shouting as they ran,

"what is that?"

"Someone triggered the mountain guard array?!"

"Quickly report to the abbot, Chi Chi."

The voice is stuck.

The monk who rushed out of the door stagnated in place.

The blooming fireworks solidified in the night sky.

The wind no longer flows,

The dust is no longer flying,

Everything in the world seems to be frozen.

Subsequently,

".Hold on to Baotong and go fast"

The monk opened and closed his mouth, making strange noises, retreated into the room, closed the door,

The fireworks in the night sky shrunk back to a point, fell downward, and converged back to the talisman.

The falling leaves, leisurely fly up, hang on the branches again,

Broken corpses on the edge of the ban, quickly restored and healed.

breathe.

breathe.

Jiu Fenghai, who was wearing that night suit, stood there in a daze, with his mouth slightly open, breathing in the cool summer night breeze.

He still maintained the posture of taking the paper crane from his arms, his brows were unconsciously frowned,

Didn't he want to use paper cranes to investigate the Garan Sect's mountain guard array? Why did he suddenly froze for a moment.

He shook his head violently, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, and was about to control the paper crane to fly,

The sound of the Buddha in the direction of the Buddha Pagoda in the far distance stopped abruptly, and the great array of guarding the mountains around the mountains also stopped shaking.

Tsk, missed the opportunity.

Jiu Fenghai pursed his lips tightly, looking at the increasingly noisy temple, he had no choice but to put away the paper cranes, followed the shadows, and escaped back to the wing room.

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"Abbot, we have checked, and there is nothing stolen on the third floor."

"Nothing was stolen on the second floor."

"Nothing was stolen on the sixth floor."

"There is nothing on the seventh floor.."

Under the Stupa Pagoda, the monks were reporting the situation to Abbot Wu Wu.

As before, nothing was lost in the tower, only things shifted.

Abbot Wu Wu nodded and said calmly: "I understand, let's all go back to our meditation rooms, and we are not allowed to discuss tonight's affairs in private. Please take someone to the side room to appease the pilgrims."

The monks dispersed, and the abbot raised his head to look up at the brightly lit Buddha Pagoda, and asked softly, "Brother, could it be that some enemies sneaked into Lingtai Mountain to deliberately cause trouble?"

In addition to setting up a bank to raise money, the Jialan sect is also famous for its medical skills. As long as the gift money for the injured is sufficient, no matter who is injured, it will be treated.

As a result, countless enemies have been made in the rivers and lakes, and it is impossible to remember which mortal enemies there are.

"Do you think there is really someone in the world who can go through countless restrictions in front of the three uncles and uncles, and come and go freely in the Buddha Pagoda?"

Abbot Wu Wu withdrew his gaze and said peacefully.

"Ordinary monks are naturally impossible. Including the suzerain of the Jieyi Sect, the priests of the Sui Palace, and even the four cardinals on Mount Taihao."

In order to find it difficult to hold back, he changed the topic, "But if you use a different kind, the situation is different.

The world is so big, there are no surprises, and there will always be one or two different species that can go along with the current situation. "

"Not a Bodhisattva?"

"Brother, don't be joking."

The abbot's gaze was like a torch, and he said quietly: "If the Bodhisattva in the temple really comes back to life,

Well, it can only be a demon! "

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Monk Kongwo was walking in the long corridor outside the Daxiong Hall.

He just came back to appease the pilgrims, saying that the rain some time ago caused the rocks of the mountain to be unstable, causing the stupa to have a vision, which may last for a while, so that the pilgrims do not need to panic.

Monk Kongwo's footsteps gradually slowed down, and the unidentified intruders searched the pagoda layer by layer in a planned way, as if they were looking for something.

The secret treasures in the pagoda have hidden restrictions, and once brought out, they will emit a vision of Buddha light.

The other party, what are you looking for?

While thinking about it, he had already reached the Daxiong Palace.

The door of the temple was open, and the lame handyman during the day was kneeling piously on the ground, polishing the wooden Buddhist altar blackened by the flames with horsetail grass,

There are also two small tin buckets at the feet.

There are waxing tools in one bucket, and fine sand exuding the aroma of sesame oil in the other bucket—this is the fine brick ash obtained by grinding and filtering green bricks, and then grinding them with sesame oil, which is often used for polishing and waxing.

"Yang Nineteen?"

Monk Kongwo frowned, and said calmly, "It's so late, why are you still here?"

The handyman named Yang Shijiu stood up with some difficulty, saluted, and kept gesticulating with his hands, indicating that the monk in the squatter room said that he accidentally knocked over the Buddha lamp during the day, which was a great disrespect to the Buddha. He punished himself to polish and wax the Buddhist altar overnight, and he was not allowed to eat until it was repaired.

'Hold chicken feathers as arrows. '

Monk Kongwo was speechless in his heart, knowing which monk was probably too bored to make fun of the handyman, so he said: "No need, re-waxing is a troublesome job.

You go to the Zhaitang now to find something to eat, tomorrow I will go to the warehouse manager to change a Buddhist altar, you can move this table back when the time comes, and fill it up slowly in the squatter room.

If someone asks, write my name. "

Yang Shijiu gratefully lifted the two tin buckets, saluted and left, while Monk Kongwo stood where he was, silently staring at the quiet Buddha statue in the hall.

The Sui Empire, which had been peaceful for more than a hundred years outside the mountain, collapsed suddenly, and the troubled times have come.

I don't know how many families will be left alive in the Central Plains after this catastrophe.

Monk Kong Wo bowed his head devoutly to the Buddha statue, sighed, got up and stepped out of the Mahavira Hall, closing the door of the hall.

The hall returned to darkness, and in front of the Buddha statue, the four Buddhas were silent.

click.

One of the Buddha's smiling mouths cracked an imperceptible fine line.

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"The back mountain sinks?"

"Is the Buddha Tower okay?"

In the courtyard the next day, the pilgrims who got the news of the landslide were talking about it.

They all left their hometowns and went up the mountain to accept the protection of the Garan Sect's mountain guard formation. If the rainstorm destroys the formation, then their group will also suffer.

Landslide? How can it be.

Li Ang and the others looked at each other with ten thousand disbeliefs in their hearts.

Not to mention whether the heavy rain could cause landslides, even if a landslide did happen, what would the Jialan sect, which has so many monks and accumulated so many talismans, have to do?

A few earth-fixing talismans will do the trick.

There are other monks in the crowd who have the same idea.

They also gathered in small groups, chatting in low voices in corners.

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