"If you want toast, you will be fined!! What do you really think you are? We are willing to give you this opportunity, and you should be grateful! But now you dare to reject this gift! Stupid and ignorant! You guys are not worthy at all.
Live in this world!”
The man said coldly, with murderous aura flashing in his eyes.
Obviously, he was impatient.
"Please go back by donor!"
The agent abbot said lightly.
"Okay! OK! I hope you don't regret it!"
The man said coldly, then turned around and walked outside.
Everyone watched him leave.
After the man left, the agent abbot took a deep breath and made a Buddhist ritual: "From now on, strengthen the defense of Shanglong Temple! Increase more monk soldiers! Cultivate more barriers! No one is allowed to enter and exit, and no more
Accept outsiders to enter the temple!”
As soon as these words came out, the scene was filled with excitement.
"Abbot! Strengthening defense is a good thing, but why... don't accept outsiders entering the temple? Now the Shengzhou is in turmoil and mostly displaced people. If they come to ask for help, will I go to Long Temple and die and refuse to save me?
...Isn't it contrary to the doctrine? I have no face to face the Buddha?" Some monk couldn't bear it and stood up and shouted in a hurry.
"Since you recommend me to be the agent abbot, I have to be responsible for you! In fact, rejecting that person before was not entirely for justice, but the most important thing was to Shanglong Temple! Because even the current Shenji Palace is not
I can shake it at will! We mobilize all our forces to sneak attack their rear, which is undoubtedly suicide! So I rejected him! Now all forces are eyeing us, we need to do what we can, and what we need to do now is not Pudu
All living beings, just keep Shanglong Temple! If Shanglong Temple is destroyed by me, what will I have to meet my senior brother? What will I have to meet the monks of Shanglong Temple?" said the acting abbot seriously.
These words left many people speechless.
"Abbot, how can you be so confused? If you only want to protect yourself, what is the meaning of my existence in Long Temple? If we monks, if we do not save all sentient beings, why should we become monks and practice and focus on Buddha? Abbot! Have you forgotten me?
Did you forget the purpose of Shanglong Temple?” The monk said excitedly.
"Enough! Du Shang! Don't say too much! Since my abbot has made a decision, no one can change! If you want to save all living beings at this time, you will go, and my abbot won't stop you!"
"Abbot, you..." The monk named Du Shang's face turned red and didn't know how to refute it.
But at this time.
Bang!!!
A shocking explosion suddenly came out.
Everyone was shocked and looked at the sound source in unison.
"What happened?"
"How did it happen?"
"Which sound?"
There were constant exclamations.
"Go and see what's going on?" the abbot hurriedly shouted and ran out.
At this moment, many people from the sects living in the temple also ran out and looked at the explosion.
I saw a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing but extremely huge as a piece of paper appeared outside the Shanglong Temple.
The paper covered it, like Mount Tai pressing the top of the top, and it hit the barrier in Shanglong Temple frantically.
The barrier of the entire Shanglong Temple burst and peeled off layer by layer, and no barrier could resist the paper as thin as a cicada's wings.
After a while, all the barriers of Shanglong Temple exploded...
"What?"
The world opened its mouth wide and was stunned.
"careful!"
"Stop it!"
A shrill cry resounded.
Everyone was stunned and looked upwards in unison, and found that the piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing was actually coming to the bottom.
Bang!
Boom!
Bang bang bang bang...
Paper can almost destroy everything, and it will be slaughtered downwards.
The tops of those taller buildings were crushed, and the terrifying pressure was applied to everyone.
Anyone standing below can feel the increasing pressure on his body.
They can no longer bear it.
Many people shaking their legs, trembling wildly, and they almost couldn't stand it.
Some people had cracked skin all over their bodies, and they were lying on the ground and vomiting blood, making it difficult to get up any longer.
This is a weaker one.
People with strong strength like the agent abbot are still free, but the paper has not yet fallen. If it falls, even they may not be able to stand it.
"Hold it!"
The abbot drank seriously.
"yes!"
"Everyone come together!"
Everyone roared, then stepped forward with a little step.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong...
The strong men held their hands high and pressed them hard on the falling paper.
Everyone tried their best to support the paper tightly and prevent it from falling.
Sure enough, everyone worked together, but it was still effective.
The paper as thin as a cicada's wings really stopped falling.
"Excellent! Everyone work harder and push it out!"
Everyone shouted.
The soul power of the soul person on the scene was greatly expanded and he pushed up like crazy.
The abbot and others were also particularly happy.
Although I don’t know what this thing is, there are many people in Shanglong Temple after all.
With unity, this matter is nothing.
But...Where did this thing come from? Who released it?
Such questions arise in many people's minds.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly came in from outside Shanglong Temple.
"Just like this piece of tissue, do you want so many people to deal with it? It's really disappointing! I don't know where the above are interested in you, but they actually want me to surrender you! Just such a group of waste! Where can I surrender?
What is the value of it?"
Hearing this sound, people looked at the source of the sound.
I realized that the source of the sound came from the previous person!
"It's you?"
A monk exclaimed.
"Are you the ones you did?"
"Bastard! You are so brave, dare to act wild in my Shanglong Temple?"
"Do you know where this is? How dare you be here to be presumptuous!"
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation and furious.
"Why? You seem to be very dissatisfied?" The man looked at everyone indifferently and smiled: "Where did you have the courage to say such things to me like this group of things that are even cheaper than the ants on the ground?"
After saying that, he raised his hand and gently pointed to the thin paper over there...
Chih...
The tissue paper suddenly doubled, and the pressure downwards also doubled in vain.
Snap!
Many of those who support them with their arms had no time to react, and their arms were directly broken by the sudden drop of pressure.
The bones were crushed and the muscles were splashed.
"ah!!"
People shouted terriblely, and they were extremely painful.
But more people didn't have time to shout and flicked to both sides.
"Run!"
A sad cry broke out.
The abbot and others rushed to the side.
Dong!
The paper as thin as a cicada's wings finally fell down, and hundreds of soulmen pressed on the ground together.
Chapter completed!