Vol 11 Chapter 167: shackles

The moon is sinking in the sun, just in the middle of the day, the deepest moment of the night, the darkest moment of the Tianlong Temple in thousands of years.
The Great Foshan was a mess, and the ruins left by the war were everywhere. The monks were busy treating the wounded and cleaning up the ruins, but they were all speechless and gloomy.
Big Buddha Mountain looks far away. It is not like a big Buddha. The original design of the Daxiong Hall is the same as the whole mountain, making it look more like a big Buddha. Now the Daxiong Hall is destroyed and the mountain is cut off by dozens of feet. There are also hundreds of collapses - hard to say, but also a headless Buddha.
Fearless standing on the headless Big Buddha Mountain, the look is extremely grim, and the hands are constantly playing with a bunch of rosary.
A monk came to the foothills, and he reported: "The abbot, the damage has been counted. There are 83 people in the deceased. There are countless wounded people. There are thousands of ruined temple houses. The relics of the high sorghum in Tallinn were Take it all away." The ugly face almost cried out, and an ugly face became more and more ugly.
Although Li Qingshan and Xiao An have no intention to kill the disciples of the Tianlong Temple, but the aftermath of the battle is too horrible, thanks to the strengths of practitioners who can practice in the Great Foshan, they are generally not killed by the collapsed temple. I am afraid that there is no survivor in exchange for a mortal city.
Fearless and stunned, crushing a rosary.
"Fearless, look at the good disciples you received at Tianlong Temple! One is a foe, one is a demon!"
After the Qibao Yu Wang passed the interest rate adjustment, the injury was generally restored, and the face that was hit by the Big Buddha returned to normal, and he got angry and fearless. His seven pieces of Buddha's treasure ruined six pieces, and he was repaired as a big loss. If he wants to recover, he may have spent hundreds of years. And twice it was hit by the big Buddha, it was a grievance to the extreme.
A lamp monk angered: "Master, no one wants to see this kind of thing. Didn't you still want to go to Lingguo Temple to practice?"
"You...what do you dare to talk to me like this? I must report this matter to the national teacher. The Tianlong Buddhist Temple must be responsible, especially if it is not angry, when we are desperately fighting with the enemy. Where is he?"
The seven treasures of the king are angry. The other two kings rushed to come and persuaded, but there were many complaints about not roaring, and their heart was repaired, and the dissatisfaction was extremely deep.
Fearless, close your eyes. after awhile. I opened it again. Absolutely said: "Where is the first seat of the Discipline?"
"The silence is here." A stupid old man came to the foothills.
"Go and don't yell in." A light, you go to summon all the disciples." Fearless martyrdom.
The two went to death.
After the Great Foshan, the town is in front of the Temple.
"It's still a piece. Go and see the grass over there!"
Do not yell at the side and point to the shackles, while trying to piece together the blue stone.
"Master, brother, he..." He screamed and stopped. He traveled outside and traveled. He just missed the Great Foshan battle. He came back to see only a mess. He was faintly heard about Li Qingshan and rushed back to the town hall. But he was not angered and pointed to the stone everywhere.
"Do not talk nonsense!" Do not roar.
I have no choice but to continue to search in the grass. The stone of the town hall is just an ordinary big bluestone. After the smashing, there is no difference between the stone and the ordinary stone. It can only be distinguished by the shape and color.
Suddenly I felt a few breaths close. He couldn't help but straighten up. I saw the Zen Master walking with four disciples, and with a huge shackle of sorrow and sorrow, it was a Buddha treasure.
The disciples of the four disciplines have all passed through a catastrophe, and they have to join hands to shackle.
"The first seat of the Ming Dynasty?" More stunned, this shackle is the treasure of the town of the Discipline, named "Full", not only weights up to 10,000 pounds, but also can be banned, not roaring and joking to let him Go to the precepts to try.
"It’s finally here." Not screaming and whispering, re-smelting the stone in his hand.
"Not angry with the uncle, offended." The Ming Zen Master folded his hands together.
Not roaring, he will be missing a piece of stone, firmly standing in front of the town hall, turned around and extended his hands: "Come on!"
"Captain!" The Ming dynasty, the disciples of the four disciples, carefully approached, and opened the shackles with difficulty and clasped the hands and neck that were not roaring.
"Master!"
"Continue to find!" Not roaring, and many stops.
"Lock!" The Ming Zen Master sang low and slammed, "咔嚓", the shackles closed, and the seams were tight.
The shoulders that did not roar were heavy and firm, and their feet fell into the soil. They were boarded by the disciples of the Discipline and boarded the Great Foshan.
"I don't look for it!"
"I don't want to find out what the clouds are going to go!" He didn't roar and looked at him a lot. He was a demon citizen. He was in the position of Tianlong Temple. Now he has this kind of thing, and then stay in Dafoshan. Being hostile.
"I don't go!"
"Hey, one or two are so disobedient. I knew that it’s not good to drink and eat meat. It’s okay to learn to accept disciples."
On the Dafo Mountain, there are many people, and almost all the disciples have been called up. There are thousands of people.
The four kings stood in the center. The original position of the Daxiong Hall was surrounded by the first and the elders of the institutes.
In the distance, the sound of the shackles suddenly sounded, accompanied by heavy footsteps, not roaring with locks, step by step, leaving a deep footprint on the stone steps behind them, and more and more followers .
The crowd separates a road, looks different and looks like no anger, regret, indignation, hate!
They may not know what is called a foe, but the body of the demon that stood on the Great Foshan, more than seven hundred feet, left an indelible impression on them. It was the demon that killed the Tianlong Temple. It is his disciple!
All along, he is a different kind of Tianlong Temple, ignoring the etiquette, eating meat and drinking, and dealing with the demons more than the monks ~ EbookFREE.me ~ finally found such a curse, it seems to be logical, and even malicious Speculation, he probably broke into the Magic Road, otherwise there are so many outstanding disciples in the Tianlong Temple, and they want to accept the demons.
I did not roar and calmly crossed the crowd, and many of them were stopped by the disciples of the four disciplines, and called: "Master!"
"Go!" Don't yell and say back.
I was motionless and there was a big circle around me. The monks kept a distance from him.
"Ancestral abbot, not angry to bring."
"You are in charge of the Discipline, what rules have he committed today?" fearless martyrdom.
"I don't know people, sympathize with the demon, protect the temple, and avoid the war!"
"What should I sin?"
"The rod is responsible! Imprison!"
Fearless, slightly decapitated, asked not to roar: "You can plead guilty?" (To be continued.)