Zongman: The post-2D era

Under Feng Feng's protection, they seemed to have found their support and their own stage.

Seeing Feng Feng ignoring his warning, Luohan's face darkened. A huge shadow of Tathagata Buddha suddenly appeared behind him, with Buddha's light overflowing, giving people a majestic and mysterious feeling.

Feng Feng frowned slightly, he felt a strong threat from Luohan.

Feng Feng finally looked at Luo Han, his eyes full of determination and courage. He looked straight at Luo Han, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Your name is very bad, and you have become a tool of Buddhism."

His voice was clear and powerful, echoing in every corner of the Green Pavilion. At this moment, he seemed to be the master of the whole play, and every look and every movement was full of power.

His words made Luohan's face change. He seemed not to have expected Fengfeng to point out his problem so directly.

The dancers were also infected by Feng Feng's aura. They held their breath and watched the changes at this moment, as if they were afraid of missing any details.

The atmosphere in the entire Green Pavilion froze in an instant, with only Feng Feng's voice echoing.

At this moment, it seemed that he was not only competing with Luohan, but also declaring his determination and belief to the whole world.

Luohan shook his head and laughed, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "The gods and immortals of the myriad worlds have nothing to do with me, but I cannot ignore my daughter. If you touch her, I will make you pay the price."

As he spoke, the atmosphere in the Green Pavilion instantly became solemn. The dancers held their breath, as if they were afraid that their breathing would break the tense atmosphere.

There was a flash of surprise in Feng Feng's eyes. He didn't expect Luohan to be so persistent for his daughter.

He took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and looked directly into Luohan's eyes. He knew that the next confrontation would be more intense, and he had to remain calm and firm.

Luohan shook his head and laughed, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "The emperor has already issued a secret decree. On the surface, he respects you as the imperial teacher, but privately he has already prepared a plan to deal with you."

"Your Majesty once said in front of all the ministers: Who do you think you are? How dare you become an enemy of the entire Tang Dynasty?"

His voice was full of disdain and contempt.

There was a flash of surprise in Feng Feng's eyes. He didn't expect the emperor to be so confident.

He clenched his hands, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his anger. He knew that at this critical moment, he could not be swayed by emotions and had to remain calm and rational.

He frowned slightly, looked directly into Luohan's eyes, and said in a firm and powerful voice: "No matter what the emperor plans, I will not back down. My mission is to protect the people of the world, and I will never let anyone hurt them."

Luohan shook his head and laughed, his eyes full of mockery: "The emperor is too stupid, you can destroy the world in a single thought!"

Feng Feng felt the arrogance and threat in Luohan's words, and his heart tightened, but he did not show it. He gripped his spear tightly, took a deep breath, and prepared to deal with the next attack.

Luohan's body flashed and he instantly appeared in front of Fengfeng, and his huge fist smashed towards Fengfeng with a fierce wind.

Feng Feng's eyes were firm, and he slightly turned his body to dodge the attack skillfully. He made a backhand attack, but Luohan dodged it easily.

The confrontation between the two began instantly, and the Green Pavilion was filled with the atmosphere of fierce fighting.

Luohan shook his head and laughed, with more mockery in his eyes: "Of course Buddhism can deal with the Emperor of Heaven. How can the emperor of the mortal world compete with the Emperor of Heaven? He is simply overestimating his own abilities."

"Fortunately, my name is Luohan, and I am the heir of Buddhism in this world."

Chapter 592: The Destruction of Buddhism in the Medicine House World

Thursday, February 18

Everything seems to be the same as yesterday at the Green Green House, the best brothel in the world of medicine houses.

After pouring tea for Feng Feng, Maomao complained: "Ren Shi still went to the temple to worship the Buddha, and an accident happened just like in the original plot. I clearly warned him."

After hearing this, Feng Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.

The singing and dancing on the stage continued, the music was melodious, and the dancing was graceful. However, the atmosphere in the Green Pavilion was a little subtle, and everyone's eyes were focused on Feng Feng.

Feng Feng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly: "The matter of Ren Shi may be related to this place. I had a fight with Luohan yesterday."

Maomao frowned: "You mean, Luohan did it on purpose?"

Feng Feng did not answer, but turned his eyes to the window, thinking secretly in his heart.

There is something strange about Renshi's accident. Maomao had warned Renshi not to enter the temple before, but he went anyway and met with misfortune.

Is there any unknown secret hidden in this?

The lights in the Green Pavilion were dim, reflecting Feng Feng's thoughtful face. He put down his teacup, stood up, walked to the window, and opened it. A cool breeze blew in, blowing away the doubts in Feng Feng's heart.

Maomao glanced at Fengfeng carefully and spoke hesitantly, "After the ancestor worship ceremony, Ren Shi suddenly got a strange disease and his body began to rot overnight. Some people say that this is because he offended the gods and was cursed. What do you think about this?"

Feng Feng's heart tightened. The painful and twisted face of Ren Shi appeared in his mind. The scene was as vivid as a nightmare.

He pondered for a moment, frowned and said, "There must be a reason for this. Maomao, you continue to investigate this matter, and remember to be careful."

Maomao nodded, a determined light flashing in her eyes. She turned and left, her figure disappearing into the deep corridor.

Feng Feng stood in front of the window, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. He knew very well that in this seemingly peaceful Green Pavilion, there were actually undercurrents.

Feng Feng thought of the arhat he met outside the Lvqing Pavilion yesterday. The wit and wisdom hidden in the monk's eyes seemed as if he had already seen through everything.

Feng Feng sneered in his heart. He knew that the seemingly peaceful capital city actually had complicated forces behind it. The Buddhist cause and effect method might also be involved.

The scene after yesterday's battle emerged in his mind: Luohan stood silently outside the pavilion, the sunlight shining on him, illuminating his calm face.

Feng Feng walked forward, and Luohan smiled slightly, but there was a sharp edge in his eyes. He slowly said: "Karma is cyclical, and retribution is inevitable. Ren Shi has already worshipped Buddha, and you can't stop the retribution of karma."

Feng Feng's heart was shocked. He clearly remembered Luohan's indifferent yet determined eyes.

"You were just playing tricks yesterday to buy time."

Outside the brothel, the sun was shining obliquely, and the dust on the street was slightly yellowed in the sun. Suddenly, a burst of orderly footsteps broke the silence.

A group of soldiers in iron armor and solemn expressions slowly approached, escorting a dozen monks. The monks all had solemn faces, ragged clothes, and were covered in dirt and blood.

There was endless sorrow and helplessness in their eyes. The swords of the soldiers flashed coldly in the sun, forming a sharp contrast with the silence and perseverance of the monks.

There was a dull and tense atmosphere in the air, as if foreshadowing the coming of an inevitable storm.

Maomao walked closer and nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, and Renshi also seemed to have had contact with Luohan. I suspect that Renshi's accident is related to Luohan."

There was a hint of determination in her words.

Feng Feng was silent for a moment, and the scene of fighting with Luohan yesterday emerged in his mind. He clearly remembered that there was no murderous intent in Luohan's eyes at that time, but a deep compassion and helplessness.

Now that he thought about it, it all seemed to be related to Luohan. He thought to himself and decided to investigate the matter in depth to find out the truth.

Feng Feng pointed at the monks howling at the door and said to Maomao in a firm tone, "Luohan wants to bring the death of Renshi and all the monks in the country to me according to karma."

There was a chill in his words, as if to freeze everything.

Feng Feng stood in the middle of the window, his face grim and his eyes sharp as a knife. At the door, the cries of the monks continued to be heard, forming a sharp contrast with Feng Feng's calmness.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Feng's mind once again reappeared the scene of fighting with Luohan. He clearly remembered the deep compassion and helplessness in Luohan's eyes. All of this seemed to be related to Luohan.

Feng Feng pointed at the monk crying at the door and sneered, "Since you can't beat me, you use all living beings as an excuse. It's true that Buddha is merciful and all living beings are equal, haha!"

There was a hint of disdain and ridicule in his voice. He clearly remembered that when he fought with Luohan outside the Green Pavilion, Luohan did not go all out, but was testing his strength.

But now, these monks were crying bitterly because of Renshi's death, as if everything was his fault. Fengfeng felt sick in his heart, he hated this kind of hypocrisy and affectation.

Maomao poured another cup of tea and offered it to Fengfeng flatteringly: "I would like to ask for your forgiveness."

Feng Feng took the tea and looked at Maomao deeply. He understood Maomao's intention and why she came. In this chaotic moment, everyone longed for a little peace and forgiveness.

He took a sip of tea, and the faint fragrance of tea spread in his mouth. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was savoring this life that was intertwined with bitterness and sweetness.

Maomao waited quietly, feeling uneasy. She knew that this gift of forgiveness was not easy to ask for and required a certain price.

But she also understood that only through Feng Feng's forgiveness could these monks start a new life.

Feng Feng stood up and walked out of the building. He looked up at the sky, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the filth of the world into his lungs.

He hated the Buddhism in this world, the hypocritical monks, and the deceived believers. He felt that the world needed a thorough change and someone needed to stand up and break this hypocritical situation.

Feng Feng walked out of the building and felt a powerful Buddhist force surging in the sky, as if it was going to bite him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner excitement. He looked up at the sky, a sneer on his face.

Maomao followed Fengfeng closely and said softly, "I have a way."

Feng Feng stopped, turned around and looked at Maomao, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Maomao bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to say, "I know there is a lot of darkness and hypocrisy in this world, but there is also a lot of kindness and truth."

I have found those who truly believe and have made them aware of the truth. I am just waiting for you to make a call.”

Feng Feng was silent for a moment, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. He felt that what Maomao said made sense, and the world really needed someone to stand up and reveal the truth.

He nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed with Maomao's idea. The two smiled at each other, as if they had found resonance in each other's hearts.

Chapter 593: Princess Hibiscus in the Medicine House World

Friday, February 19

The top floor of the basil in the medicine house world.

After Maomao poured tea for Feng Feng, he pointed to the beauty on the side and said, "This is Concubine Furong. Now this is the gift from the emperor to you."

Princess Hibiscus was dressed in gorgeous clothes, which shone brightly under the lights. She bowed gracefully, like a blooming hibiscus. However, her eyes did not contain any shyness or tenderness, but only a dead look.

Feng Feng looked at Concubine Furong in front of him, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

Such a beautiful woman, her beauty makes people's heart beat, but their heart is dead.

Concubine Furong gently raised her head and looked at Feng Feng, her eyes filled with dead gray expectation.

Maomao bowed her head, saluted, and walked towards the execution ground under the tower. Her steps were firm and powerful. Her figure seemed a little lonely in the sunlight, but she exuded a tenacity that could not be ignored. Her eyes looked forward firmly, as if she was watching the impending end.

On the execution ground, the cold wind whistled past, bringing with it waves of chill. The executioner held a long sword in his hand, and waited for the final order with a serious face. The people around him waited quietly, their eyes full of tension and expectation.

As time went by, the atmosphere on the execution ground became more and more tense, as if a taut string would break at any time.

However, Maomao remained calm and firm, her heart full of faith and determination. She knew that this was the path she had to take, and she had to stick to it no matter how many difficulties and challenges lay ahead.

Under the tower, there were two execution grounds facing each other. One was filled with strong Buddhist incense and was used to execute monks; the other was stained with blood and was used to kill grassland slaves.

Blood dyed the ground red, flowing into streams and merging into the blood river. The executioner on the execution ground held a long sword and executed orders expressionlessly. The wailing of the victims and the shouting of the executioner intertwined to form a sad movement.

The people around watched in silence, some with expressions of fear and pity, others were cold and heartless, as if they were already accustomed to this cruel scene.

In this bloody imperial city, the sunlight seemed to be dyed red, and the entire execution ground seemed to be shrouded in terror and despair.

Feng Feng looked down at the entire palace and the execution ground in silence, with mixed feelings in his heart. He saw the crowd on the execution ground, some were grief-stricken, some were gloating, and some were indifferent.

He saw the executioner on the execution ground, carrying out orders with an expressionless face, as if he was accustomed to such bloody scenes.