The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

Page 871

After much thought, the abbot of Shaolin Temple felt that there must be something wrong with Zhu Huixia.

Could it be that her kung fu wasn't practiced enough?

Annoyed the king?

Are you trying to persuade people or to incite hatred?

Looking at the questioning look from the Shaolin Temple abbot, Zhu Huixia felt a little embarrassed.

She also reacted at this time.

It seemed like my actions that day were a bit too much.

But that's understandable.

Zhu Huixia had never taken such a big order before.

To meet a king who commands millions of troops and has the power to decide the fate of the world.

In the past, those wealthy young men and martial arts heroes living near Shaolin Temple had no temper at all when facing her, for fear that their words would offend this fairy if they spoke too harshly.

In addition, Li Laiheng's performance was not very good, which made Zhu Huixia subconsciously look down on Shu Yichao.

How much knowledge can a bunch of bandits have?

So when Zhu Huixia's first attempt at persuasion failed, she turned her face away from Shu Yichao.

According to past experience, Shu Yichao should have done everything he could to catch up, apologize, and say all the nice things he could, while also complying with Zhu Huixia's requests...

But this time, Zhu Huixia only guessed the first half and failed to guess the second half.

Shu Yichao did catch up.

It's just that he brought too many soldiers and horses.

Moreover, their attitude towards monks is not very friendly.

He always took the opportunity to send the monks to work in the fields.

"Abbot, I made a mistake this time." Zhu Huixia admitted her mistake readily.

"did not expect…"

"The king also has a bad temper."

"A little thing angered him, and he caused so much killing."

Zhu Huixia pursed her lips.

This time, she was wrong.

How could the young king, with his youthful temperament, tolerate any injustice?

Next time we meet, I will try to persuade him gently.

"I will try to persuade him again..."

Seeing Zhu Huixia admit her mistake, the abbot of Shaolin Temple could not bear to criticize the fairy any further.

"But Zen Master, what should we do now?"

The abbot looked worriedly at the red glow in the distance that almost dyed the sky blood-red.

It was an army of plants, a raging fire burning everywhere.

The thick smoke had almost become a giant pillar supporting the sky, like a dense net covering from all directions, trying to wipe out the Shaolin Temple one by one.

"Let the monks from all over come here for refuge first."

Zhu Huixia had no good solution to this problem.

"If all the disciples gather together and defend the mountain, perhaps we can delay the war for a while..."

"When I see the king, I will have my own reasons."

"By then, all the monks will be spared."

...........

"Master Jun, this way."

Beside a small stream in the mountains, a dirty, black and ugly man was pointing the way for Shu Yichao's army.

"That's where those bald donkeys are running." He said anxiously.

"This is a shortcut. We can go directly to the back of the temple and catch them!"

"Go!" Li Laiheng nodded slightly, and then ordered his soldiers and the plant army to take a shortcut and launch an attack.

Although Shu Yichao's army had just arrived, after the initial panic, countless guides appeared near Shaolin Temple in the blink of an eye.

Most of them are tenants of the monks' property at Shaolin Temple.

After all, since last year, all kinds of natural disasters have been endless.

The rent of Shaolin Temple was already quite high, and when the natural disaster struck, the tenants had even less chance of survival.

Many people had their wives, daughters, and sisters kidnapped to pay off debts. Even if they sold their children, they still could not pay off the high-interest loans lent by the Shaolin Temple, and a large number of people starved to death.

Many people have no relatives or friends, and have no money or rice on them. They are starving and lying on the roadside waiting to die.

When the plant army came and they ate a few bowls of corn porridge filled with chili peppers, they immediately became the vanguard of the plant army to cleanse the monks.

"kill!!"

It didn't take long for the Meng army to easily crush the temple's resistance.

Even though Shaolin Temple has some martial monks, how can they defeat muskets and cannons?

Soon, the entire temple became an oversized torch, with wisps of yellow flames dancing between the temple walls.

Various incense tables and shrines with intricate carvings were smashed to pieces, prayer beads made of pearls, crystals, gold and silver were packed into boxes, and dazzling silk robes were thrown into the fire...

Afterwards, the dejected monks were tied into long strings like livestock and made to kneel in front of the resentful tenants.

"Brothers!" Li Laiheng skillfully took out a large loudspeaker and shouted in front of the gathering crowd.

"The imperial court will not let a bad person go, nor will it wrongly accuse a good person."

"If they shouldn't be killed."

"Then find me a reason not to kill them."

What greeted him was an angry roar like a tsunami.

“Deserve to die!!”

“They all deserve to be killed!!”

“Kill them!!”

"Kill these bald dogs!!"

Amidst the angry roars, there were also countless cries.

"My wife! My mother!!"

"They were all tortured to death by these beasts!"

"It's them! If they hadn't taken my sister away, how could my poor little nephew starve to death because of lack of milk!!"

“Kill these beasts!!”

"Okay!!" Li Laiheng waved his hand.

"kill!!!"

Meng Jun raised his sword and slashed, and rows of heads fell down immediately.

Some excited people even rushed forward and trampled on and bit the monks' bodies.

In this way, except for a very small number of eminent monks who truly saved people from suffering and received the plea of the people, most of the Buddhas became materials for Shu Yichao to build the Jingguan.

Blood, flames, and thick smoke have become the only colors in the world at this moment.

"King Chuang." At this moment, a group of cavalrymen came rushing over.

"The King of Heaven has commanded!"

"Our army is about to attack Shaolin Temple. I want you to take all the cavalry and clear the area. No one can escape."

"Yes!"

Because he had messed up something before and was severely punished by Shu Yichao, Li Laiheng, who was always eager to show off, quickly agreed.

"Walk!"

Inside the Shaolin Temple, the abbot, standing on a high tower, looked at the dark army of plants below the mountain and couldn't stop trembling.

Although the sun was so scorching that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes, the abbot of Shaolin Temple felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

At this moment, the Shaolin Temple was crowded with monks who had fled from all over the place. They were also trembling with fear.

"Zen Master." The abbot of Shaolin Temple was almost crying.

"You, you..."

As a fairy, Zhu Huixia certainly cannot go on consecutive visits abroad.

Going to hook up with someone two nights in a row, what kind of talk is that?

So Zhu Huixia leisurely bathed, fasted, and taught Zen at Jingyue Temple...

I plan to visit Shu Yichao again after a while.

The result is that if the mountain doesn’t come to see me, I will come to see the mountain.

Before Zhu Huixia could make another visit, the army of plants that came from all directions had already surrounded the main temple of Shaolin Temple.

Miscalculated again.

Zhu Huixia clasped her hands together, feeling secretly moved in her heart.

"I never thought that the King of Dian would be so anxious."

"Don't worry, Abbot—" She observed the situation and found that although the flags were waving below and the atmosphere was solemn and murderous, there seemed to be no immediate movement to launch an attack.

After thinking about Shu Yichao's recent actions of destroying mountains and temples and plundering land, Zhu Huixia had an idea.

"Let me explain myself later."

"But Abbot, you may have to give away a lot of money this time."

"The king was born a bandit, and he values his land more than his life."

"You said the Heavenly King wants money and land?" The abbot said with a sad face.

"That would be fine if that were the case."

"I'll earn it back later."

“But right now,

"Isn't the Heavenly King really here to destroy Buddhism?"

"Amitabha." Zhu Huixia clasped her hands together and chanted a slogan.

"Buddhism is boundless."

"How many times have the kings of the world caused an uprising against Buddhism?"