When Liu Yuanzheng finished speaking, he was shocked!

Breaking mountains and cutting temples, from now on!

Then, Liu Yuanzheng asked.

"I dare to ask my uncle, what should I do about this former site of the Lotus Territory Sect in Dingyuan Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Zong An Daozi was still standing at the head of the boat, looking into the direction of Dingyuan Mountain, and speaking back.

"It's okay, it's just the old site, it's nothing more than a mountain of broken walls and ruins. Even if there are monks of this sect staying, there should be only a few people. This mountain has been abandoned for a long time, but we have to be careful when doing things.

When the monks of the Lotus Terrace moved away from this place in large numbers, they had already swept it, but they were abandoned in the end. In the old sites in the mountains, there were inevitably ancient books of this sect scattered, either animal skin scrolls or jade slips and golden books.

There is a saying that wild fire cannot burn it all, and the spring breeze blows again. You must carefully consider the details, otherwise we will destroy the Lotus Platform, a sect of escape from Zen, and it is difficult to ensure that no one will accidentally enter here in the future and reappear the inheritance of the Lotus Platform Dharma!

In this way, it is not a destruction! For a moment, you and I can’t see a business trip, but they will be in the disaster. On the one hand, it will damage the fortune of our sect and leave aside cause and effect in vain. On the other hand, it will ruin the great affairs of Songhe Ancient Immortals, and the friendship between the Five Thunders and Qianyuan sects.

Therefore, during this trip, we were 15 preachers, but all the practitioners in the Dharma boat must follow us. Follow our commands, and put in some effort is the second priority. The main thing is to increase our knowledge. You can also search for historical sites in turn when traveling in the future."

After Zong An Daozi said that, Liu Yuanzheng nodded in understanding.

According to his master's words, he was also in the ranks of gaining knowledge. With the advice from Zong An Daozi, the young man secretly reminded him to record the words and deeds of all the Taoists after he went up the mountain later.

At this moment, all the disciples of Jinzhang Academy also walked up to the boat one after another.

"All the cultivators obey the orders! On the north bank here, there is a mountain of Dingyuan, and there is the former site of the Lotus Platform fake sect in the mountains! We have been traveling west for disasters, and then we will break the mountain and cut the temple before us! There are three orders. One of them is to enter Dingyuan Mountain and obey the orders of the preachers. We must not violate it!

The second one is to enter Dingyuan Mountain and beneath the ruins. If you find elixirs, instruments, heaven, earth and treasures, etc., you will hand them all over the Zongyuan Daozi, and then keep them on the list of records and keep them on their behalf, so as to avoid hidden Buddhist spirits in the treasures, which will make you fall into the trap!

Third, if you find ancient books of the Lotus Platform fake sect, animal skin scriptures, jade slips, and gold books, you are not allowed to approach them! You are not allowed to touch them! You are not allowed to read them! Three feet away, you call Daozi to come! Those who violate this fate will be punished as rebelling against the sect and returning to the Buddha! You are dead!"

Zong An Daozi spoke loudly, and his strong magic power mixed into the sound. Every word and word sounded like a big bell, and it sounded in the hearts of Zhu Xiu's ears.

When talking about the last sentence, Daozi's voice became even cold and solemn, and the minds of all the cultivators were shocked.

After Daozi said that, the cultivators on the boat bowed together, and the mountain responded to the promise.

Seeing this, Zong An Daozi still had a serious expression. After nodding gently, he waved his sleeves.

"All the practitioners, follow me to land on the shore, break the mountains and cut down the temple!"

When the words were finished, all the practitioners also shouted according to the sound.

"Break the mountain! Cut the temple!"

The glorious sound seemed to rush straight into the sky, and it also seemed to be the sound of thunder boiling among the sea of ​​clouds.

But when I saw the thunder flashing between the Xiushan shouting, each of them used his means to set up the light of escape and landed towards the shore.

...

Dingyuan Mountain is only a few miles away from the Datong River. In just a short moment, lightning flashed and the wind roared, and the practitioners of the Five Thunder Sect gathered here.

The lightning flashed, and the cultivators showed their bodies.

As soon as Liu Yuanzheng stood still, he looked up and saw Xiongshan standing in front of him.

In the middle of summer, the mountains are covered with green green. When you look far away, the high peaks enter the clouds and sky, and the sunlight can be vaguely reflected, showing the snow cover on the top of the mountain.

"Huh!"

While the boy was watching the scenery all over the mountain, suddenly the suspicion of Zong An Daozi came from beside him.

Liu Yuan turned his head and looked at it, then followed Daozi's gaze and looked into the jungle at the foot of the mountain.

At this glance, the young man saw a figure from the dense woods.

It was an old monk wearing white plain clothes. The years left layered wrinkles on his face, and his eyebrows were white and dry, like wild grass in the cold winter, still rooted in place, but no longer resurrected.

He was too old, and even his breathing was so subtle that he could not detect it. Or, he was always holding his breath and holding his last breath, waiting for the arrival of all the cultivators.

Seeing this, Zong An Daozi then slowly walked towards the old monk, and the cultivators followed closely.

When he got closer, Liu Yuanzheng's spiritual thoughts were slightly turbulent, and he looked at the breath surrounding the old monk.

Qi refining period?

The weak magic power made Liu Yuanzheng a little doubt whether the person in front of him had no cultivation.

While looking at the old monk, Liu Yuanzheng heard Zong An Daozi speak first.

"My hometown is waiting here, but what advice do you have?"

After hearing what Daozi said, the old monk shook his head slowly and exhausted, and then he slowly spoke, his voice was dull, almost like a friction between metal and stone.

"I have nothing to teach you. I have been stationed in the sect's old place for many years. When I heard the news that the donors came, I sent several sects back to the sect. I was the only one here. My life is like a candle in the wind. I have been waiting for you for a long time, just to say a few words."

As soon as the old monk opened his mouth, he could have seen his bloody face, and he instantly began to turn white and sick.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy breathing sound as thick as a bellows.

After all, it was about to die. Zong An Daozi did not take action, but raised his hand and led the old monk to the vain and vain.

"Since the old man has something to say, we have arrived, but it's okay to say it."

"One of these is that there are still ancient books of our sect on the mountain. When I went down the mountain, I wanted to burn it, but... I couldn't bear it in my heart. I asked all the donors to go up the mountain and burn it for me."

"This is what we should do in this way."

"The second is that I was born here in the past, and my blood relatives' hometown no longer exists. However, the fallen leaves return to their roots. After I passed away, I would like to burn my bones and bury them in the mountains. There is no need to erect a monument, I just wish a piece of loess."

"According to the old man's words."

"The third one, since the seven stars hanging upside down, the sun changing, the Xiliantai, Shuiyue, and Qianye sects in the Middle Earth have all turned to practice Buddhist secret methods, and used the remaining foundation of our three sects to attract incense and fire to pull the poison, which is dissolved in the soul.

At this time, my lamp was gone and I was about to die. My soul was about to die. Then I started to incense and poison. I thought that there should be more than a thousand people in this mortal world, so I went to the Pure Land together. I was unable to survive, so this poison was destined to be unsolvable.

The Buddhist fortune is weak and still exists in the world. The three sects of the mountain gates also cover a large area of ​​mountains and rivers. It has been counted in the mortal world. There are always thousands of believers, and at this time they are all hooked up by the poison of incense.

Now that things have come to this point, it is useless to talk about cause and effect, and to argue about good and evil. It is just that there is no reason for the world to be killed. Good teachings all donors to know that the moment when the disaster is accomplished is the time when the sect adds to the slaughter of thousands of lives and karma."

When he finished speaking, the old monk slowly closed his eyes and stood in front of his chest with his hands folded.
Chapter completed!