After destroying my heels, you still want to travel to the west to learn from me?

Chapter 114 114. Tang Sanzang burns Guanyin Yuan
Do you still want to go to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures?The poor monk will send you a fat, white monk who has no strength to tie a chicken. He will return to heaven and go to the west!
After a while, the old monk left, went to his meditation room, and called a few close friends in his prime.

"Woooooooo..."

As soon as several monks arrived, the old monk burst into tears and started to cry.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

asked a monk named Guangzhi.

"When the poor monk sees that precious cassock, they are destined to be together, but the Dongtu monk is probably unwilling to part with his love. The thought of him leaving tomorrow morning makes the poor monk's heart feel like a knife!"

The old monk covered his face and cried bitterly.

"Master, don't cry. I don't know how difficult it is, but it's easy to take his cassock."

Guangzhi laughed.

Old master of the courtyard, after we have done so much business together, who can you show your crying and fake mercy to?
Didn't he just want to kill the Tang Dynasty monk and take possession of his precious cassock?It’s not fun at all to do things secretly!
"Good boy, you have always been a wise man, will you find a plan now?"

The old master asked quickly.

"That Tang Monk is a man who walks on two feet, and he has no company on the road. He wanted to travel and was tired, so he has fallen asleep now."

"We all had a lot of strength. We took guns and knives, opened the meditation hall, killed him, and buried his body in the back mountain. Only my family knows about it."

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to take his luggage and keep the cassock as a family heirloom of the Zen Academy!?"

"Okay, okay, okay! This is a great plan!"

When the old master heard this, he was filled with joy, wiped away his hypocritical tears, and immediately asked the boys to pack up their swords and guns, preparing to kill Tang Monk and engage in a business of killing people and stealing goods!

"This plan is inappropriate. Even though Monk Tang is alone, he has traveled thousands of miles. How can he really be incompetent? If he is someone with martial arts, wouldn't he risk our lives?"

"In my opinion, it would be better to burn down the meditation room together with him while he is sleeping, that would be more appropriate!"

Another monk named Guangmou had always been at odds with Guangzhi. The two competed for the favor of the old dean so that they could plan for the next dean.

"Don't you need gold and silver to build a Buddhist temple? Just burn it if it's good, but you are not a housekeeper!"

"Master of the courtyard, what power can that white and tender monk have? Just kill the five of me holding swords and axes, and let him die in his sleep without losing half of the property in the courtyard!"

Guangzhi sneered directly.

"If you can save money, save it. This is an industry left for you. If it is burned down, it is also a loss."

"That's it, Guangzhi, you and the children will attack quickly and kill the Tang Monk with one shot, but don't hurt the poor monk's precious cassock."

The old master's turbid eyes flashed with greed and malice, and he gave instructions to several strong monks.

"Don't worry, old master, are you still worried about what I'm doing?"

Guangzhi patted his chest.

"Now that this matter has been taken care of, I will leave it to you to go down to the mountain to consecrate the female believer in the next three months."

The old master turned around.

"Good good!"

When Guangzhi heard this, he immediately became energetic, his eyes shone with an indescribable light, his breathing became heavier, and even the Buddhist pestle used to subjugate demons became hard in an instant.

It was getting late, and seven or eight able-bodied monks, led by Guangzhi, quietly walked outside Tang Sanzang's meditation room with weapons in their hands.

"Clap!"

Using a dagger skillfully to pry open the door, Guangzhi pushed the door open. When he raised his head, his pupils shrank.

"Everyone, this poor monk has been waiting here for a long time."

Tang Sanzang holds a nine-ring tin staff in his left hand and stands on his chest with his right hand, with a kind expression.

"You, an outsider monk, are quite smart, but it's a pity that at this moment, the sheep is in the tiger's mouth, and your life cannot be saved!"

"I will die for Buddha!"

When Guangzhi came back to his senses, he felt ashamed and annoyed that he had frightened him earlier. His anger rushed from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, and he couldn't hold back the flames of ignorance in his heart.

He grabbed Tang Sanzang with one hand and stabbed him in the neck with a wrist-breaking knife with the other hand. However, he did not dare to stab his chest for fear of damaging his cassock and offending the hospital master.

"Monks are merciful. You, the evil monk, have done so much evil in your hands that you deserve to be sent to Avici Hell."

"Oh!"

Tang Sanzang sighed, grabbed the pointed knife with one hand, and with a little force, crushed it into a ball of powder.

"How is that possible!? Monster, you monster monk!"

Guangzhi's eyes widened. Is this still a fat and harmless monk?
"The poor monk has mercy!"

"Bang!" The Great Mercy and Great Mercy saved the world, swinging it on the head of the nine-ringed tin staff.

Tang Sanzang struck the nine-ringed tin staff in his hand, instantly turning Guangzhi into a headless corpse.

"Monster! It's a monster!"

"Is this beyond human power?"

"Hurry and tell the old master of the courtyard to ask King Black Wind to help him!"

Seeing this, the few remaining monks were so frightened that their hands and feet became weak.Even Guang Zhi, the most capable among them, was easily killed. How could they still dare to move forward?

It's a pity that since Tang Sanzang already had the intention of killing, how could he let these evil monks prey on the common people and cause harm to them?
"The poor monk has three burials according to Mahayana Buddhism!"

"Oh!"

Blood was scattered and brains were splattered. An evil monk followed Guangzhi's footsteps and was hit in the head with a stick.

"Can surpass the dead and ascend to heaven!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Two punches were thrown out, and the two sturdy figures were sent flying, and then exploded under the powerful force, causing a burst of blood mist.

"Can save living beings from suffering!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The nine-ringed tin staff swept across the area, and the last three strong monks were destroyed along with their weapons.

"Boom!"

"mercy!"

The nine-ringed tin staff was stuck on the ground, bathed in the rain of blood that was still floating in the sky. Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and chanted compassion.That charitable face, illuminated by the dim blood light, looked very strange!

"What happened!?"

The commotion here was so loud that it had already alerted the old monk and the other monks in the courtyard, and they all rushed here holding torches.

“If you’ve already done all the work of eradicating evil, why bother?”

"You are wearing cassocks, doing evil things, and messing with the name of our true Buddha. You should be killed!"

"boom!"

Like a killing machine, it waved its Zen staff and punched through the air. Wherever it passed, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and flesh and blood flew everywhere!
"No! The cassock is dirty! The baby cassock is dirty!"

The old master of the hospital was also an old fool. Even before his death, he was still thinking about Tang Sanzang's precious cassock.

"Oh!"

With one punch, the old master turned into a ball of blood mist. At this point, in just three breaths, the entire Guanyin Temple was turned into a dead place.

Tang Sanzang was not very murderous, but among his killers were three monks who were guilty of innocent souls. But with just one killing, he really killed all the Guanyin Temple. It can be said that all of them were evil.

"Sitting high on the lotus platform, only collecting incense, and allowing the monks under his command to cause harm to others, Guanshiyin, you are not worthy of this incense!"

After killing the entire Zen courtyard and entering the hall where the Guanyin statue was enshrined, Tang Sanzang picked up the Zen staff and knocked it down.

"This den of thieves is filled with evil spirits, so just get angry and end it!"

Thinking of this, Tang Sanzang set fires everywhere again and looked at Xun on the ground, taking a breath and blowing them away.

A gust of wind blows up, and for a moment, the wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind.

The desert is filled with black smoke, and not a single star can be seen in the sky; red flames are rising, and the earth is covered with light thousands of miles away.

The wind followed the power of the fire, and the flames flew more than a thousand feet high; the fire took advantage of the power of the wind, and ashes shot up into the sky.

In just the blink of an eye, the wind was fierce and the fire was strong, and the entire Guanyin Temple was burned red.

In the light of the fire, the building collapsed, and only the vague ghosts of grievances could be seen emerging from everywhere. They put away their grievances, bowed respectfully to Tang Sanzang, and then reincarnated in the reincarnation.

These innocent souls are the believers, pilgrims and monks who were murdered by a group of thieves and monks in Guanyin Temple over the past 200 years!At a glance, there are thousands of them!
This is because Guanyin Temple is in a sparsely populated place with no villages or shops. It is hard to imagine how much killing would be done if it were in a crowded place.

"The golden body of the fake Buddha is stained with blood. Do not enter the gate of the Buddhist courtyard alone.

It has been 230 years since the institute was established, and there are ghosts of injustice everywhere. "

"The poor monk is merciful, the poor monk is merciful."

Reciting, reciting, Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged, with the flames suppressing his body, and recited the scriptures on salvation.

(End of this chapter)