Chapter 640: Tubo Destroyed Buddha

Seeing Hubu Shangshu and Gongbu Shangshu who fell on his knees and begging for mercy, Zhang Bairen was a little speechless. These two people have been coordinating money and food here, helping Yang Guang to conquer the Tibetans. The emperor's imperial conquest is a major event among major events, and any error is a dead end. The loss of the bronze mold in Luoyang City is beyond the control of the two.
But right now Yang Guang wants to vent your anger, what can you do?
Ignoring Hubu Shangshu and Gongbu Shangshu, Zhang Bairen thought about destroying the Buddha. Tibetan Buddhism has been deeply entrenched, and the Tibetan king may not be willing to really contribute, but can this fool Yang Guang’s vision? That would be too naive.
The big family members are not vegetarians, and they have been staring at the Tibetans.
This time the matter of exterminating the Buddha could not be achieved without pushing hands behind the great views of the Great Sui Dynasty.
For middle-earth masters, this is an opportunity to rob in an upright manner! Lose the gates of the Buddha's Zhuang Avenue. The Buddhist sheep has been fattened and it is time to be slaughtered!
Yang Guang didn't want to entangle the matter of destroying the Buddha. For him, the immortality of the Buddhism is not very relevant, but the theft of the bronze mold is a fatal matter, enough to damage the foundation of Sui.
Zhang Bairen tapped his finger on the case, and Yang Guang would not leave when he left. How could he retreat when the Buddha was destroyed? Regardless of the profit, I am sorry for my chance.
"The host of the Falang Temple was so easy to be planted by me, but I couldn't just die like this. There are too many secrets in this monk, and I need to secretly mention something." Zhang Bairen thought in his heart, wanting to peek at the abbot of Falan Temple The secret.
Temple of Fran
The abbot of Falang Temple was chanting and meditating, and suddenly opened his eyes, the soul was reflected in his body, and his face suddenly became gloomy.
"Nothing! There was a voice telling me that the Tibetan Buddhist family was about to usher in a disaster and asked me to evacuate as soon as possible, but where did this voice come from?" The abbot of the Falang Temple suddenly became gloomy and kept going. Reflect your own soul. But I saw my own soul cleans the colored glaze, without the slightest devil, but I don't know where the idea came from.
"Weird! There must be weirdness in my body. This matter is inseparable from the chief governor. Should I believe this voice?" The abbot was embarrassed.
After a while, I saw the abbot of the Falang Temple with a solemn face: "Now the situation in the Tibetans is weird, this may not be true. I am afraid that the Chinese Tibetans will harvest like a leek to me. Clan cultivators are fat sheep to Zhongtu. This warning is not to be faked!"
The abbot was so cut off, he immediately stood up, and said to his younger brother: "Junior, for my brother, I have a foreboding that Falang Temple will be a catastrophe, so we should move again."
A golden body guardian Arhat walked out of the void slowly: "Moving, I have been used to it all these years, let me bear it again, I will finally have a great time for my Buddhist family."
While talking, he saw the abbot walk out of the house and suddenly grabbed it with his big hand. The Falang Temple of Nuo Da suddenly shrank, was uprooted by it, and disappeared with the countless villages.
"Senior brother's vacuum mudra has been transformed, and whether it will become a Buddha country is just around the corner!" The golden body Luohan sighed slightly.
"Let's go, let's find a place to hide from the limelight." The monk of Falang Temple got up and left, leaving nothing but blank space.
Tibetan
A major event occurred in the Great Sui Dynasty, and the extinction of the Buddha was in front of his eyes. The Tibetan king Fuyun was lucky to be released back.
Tibetan
Fu Yun's complexion was ugly, and the Guangming Master sat beside Fu Yun, his face calm and detached.
"Also ask the Master to teach me? Now Da Sui wants me to destroy the Buddha, what should this king do..." Fu Yun looked at the Guangming Master and kicked the problem to the monk in front of him.
Master Guangming sighed softly: "Yang Guang, the faint monarch is seeking his own way of death. My Buddhist family will last forever in the past, the future, and the present. My luck is unparalleled. There were still some fortunes in the Great Sui Dynasty. The subjugation is not far away! Is the backlash of my Buddhist luck so easy to endure? Once the Great Sui Dynasty is subjugated, it will be my chance."
Speaking of this, Master Guangming narrowed his eyes slightly: "Dai Sui is strong and prosperous. It's okay to avoid its edge for the time being, and it will naturally be repaid in the future. It is a pity that countless innocent Buddhas! Amitabha!"
"Amitabha!" Fu Yun made a loud voice, knowing how to choose.
On the Tibetan border, countless Daoyang gods lurked, looking at the Tibetans with their eyes, and only after the Tibetan king gave an order, everyone rushed over.
It doesn't matter if the Tibetan king acts in a play. Let's do it for you and discipline you to do fake plays.
A wave of qi, blood, and wolf smoke were dormant, and the disciples of the law protectors of various avenues rubbed their palms, and their eyes showed fanaticism. If some treasures can be captured, another breakthrough is expected.
When the Tibetans destroyed the Buddha, it was a feast for everyone, a feast of plundering the foundation and increasing Taoism.
"The five ancestors of my royal family have been missing since they entered Tibet. In recent days, their physical bodies have gradually withered, and their vitality and blood have slowly decayed. If my royal family had a clever way to delay the period of qi and blood decay, I am afraid that things will be big!" The Patriarch of Langya Wang's family looked gloomy.
"We will rush into Tibet later, and we can naturally see your ancestor" Cui family ancestor comforted.
Ruins of Falang Temple
A group of bald monks walked slowly from a distance, and the leader was the mage beside Yang Guang.
"Why are they all gone? I saw the Buddha's light here before, there is ancient Buddha inheritance, if I can get it, the Buddhist Daxing is in front of my eyes, why the Falang Temple seems to be erased out of thin air" The mage beside Yang Guang's expression Frantically, a few steps stepped forward to look at the blank land and the traces left by the previous temples. It was suddenly hard to look.
"If I really got the inheritance of the ancient Buddha, I was able to foresee the crisis ahead of time and moved the temple away. The monk became more and more interested in its inheritance." Another old monk with muscles and half naked was full of excitement in his eyes: " The more mysterious the other party, the more important the inheritance. We must find the Falang Temple and seize the Falang Temple heritage."
"Come here!" Fu Yun sat on the desk with a gloomy expression.
"Subordinates have seen the king" a general walked in.
"According to this king's order, all the Tibetan Buddhist temples will be destroyed, and all the Buddhist disciples will be... arrested and ordered to return to the vulgar!" After all, the Tibetan king did not say the words to be killed.
"Huh?" The general was stunned, as if suspecting that he had heard him wrong, he was stunned on the spot for a while.
"Don't hesitate, just do it quickly!" Fu Yun took a deep breath.
The general was stunned, and looked at Mage Guangming, but when he saw Mage Guangming watch his nose, he didn't seem to hear Fu Yun's words.
Shattered one's faith? This may seem difficult. The Tibetan army was in an uproar when the order was passed down, but they had to follow suit. As for the degree of enforcement, it’s hard to say ~EbookFREE.me~Master" Fu Yun looked at Master Guangming.
"Amitabha, the monk should leave, otherwise the king will not be able to explain to the holy emperor!" Guangming Mage slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of helplessness.
"Master!" Fu Yun shouted heavily: "This king is incompetent!"
"The king must not be like this, we must know the reincarnation of the heavens. There will be causal calculations in the future. When the Great Sui is ruined, it will be the day when you and I meet." After finishing speaking, Master Guangming walked out of the big tent. The mage disappeared in the vast grassland.
"Bang!" In the big tent, Fu Yun suddenly smashed the vase in his hand: "Yang Guang! Da Sui! This king is endless with you! We will never die! We will never die!"
Hoarseness, endless resentment accumulated in it: "In the future, I will bloodbath the Central Plains and avenge my Tibetan people."
"Let's do it!"
At the border, the mortal Yangshen looked at the sudden dim aura of the Buddhist school, and they rushed into the Tibetan realm with excitement. Whenever they saw the Buddhist temple, they rushed to burn, kill, and looting.
Controversy over orthodoxy, no mercy!
Just like the Crusades of the year, the struggle for orthodoxy must not be kept.
East Turks
Countless Buddhist disciples raised their heads one after another, looking in the direction of the Tibetans, looking at the shaky and dim Buddha light, and their eyes were filled with blood.
"Daomen! Daomen! I am bound to die endlessly with you! I have already hid in the grassland, why do you refuse to give up and treat me as a beast? One crop after crop, I will wait for you to die. !" But I saw the monks look crazy, and the Buddha light all over their bodies tried to suppress them, but they still came out in turmoil.
Shibi Khan opened his tent, and a smile slowly bloomed at this time.
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