In the Zen room, Hua Qing took her fingers back and sat on the cushion.

Speechless for a long time.

Zen Master Zhenji looked at the blue sky in front of him with a difficult-to-described look. He felt the soul coming to his body in person, which was no different from the secret method of the Penglai thief.

But if the Middle-earth prince in front of him is a trustworthy person.

That means...

On this Middle Land, there is also a inheritance of the secret magic of immortals besides Penglai!

Only immortals can fight against immortals!

Such a sentence appeared in the old monk's simple values, which made a ray of fire ignite in his eyes.

He suddenly felt that the hope he was looking for seemed to be right in front of him.

"I heard that some immortals fell on the earth in the Middle Earth several months ago?"

Monk Zhenji pursed his lips and asked in a low voice.

Hua Qing said casually:

"Yes, I personally participated in that battle and killed the Penglai Dongling Lord. The immortal was not dead yet, but he could no longer cause trouble for all living beings."

"Swish"

Hearing this, Zhenji immediately stood up and, under the astonished gaze of everyone, respectfully gave Hua Qing a great gift.

He put the shiny, lit the scar on the head, and pressed it on the ground, and said in a trembling tone:

"Please save our country and save our people!"

"this..."

Hua Qing did not reach out to stop him, but looked at the old monk in front of him.

explain:

"This is not what I can promise you. The person who can make decisions is not here, but if you are lucky, he may arrive soon."

As he spoke, Hua Qing's eyes fell on the other people in the Zen room.

His eyes turned? He said to others:

"What I have just seen? I want you to open your eyes. What is the land of Japan? Is it really a ghost in the world? Hope will not exist, and despair will spread.

Maybe after you read it, what you think in your heart will change.

Come on? Take a look.”

He reached out to the others, in a seductive tone, as if he was trying to share something good.

His idea at this time was very simple. He saw something that caused depression himself? He was unhappy? If he shared this kind of depression with more people, he might feel better.

How can I blind myself?

Facing this invitation, the other monks looked at me, I looked at you, and finally, the Nirvana monk Tien Niu, who had been taught several times with Huaqing? The first one reached out and held Huaqing's hand.

The secret technique of the soul was activated, and the memories I saw and heard just now were reflected in the heart of Tie Niu like a projection.

After one stick of incense.

"If there are good men and women in the future, they will see the image of Ksitigarbha? And they will hear this sutra? Even reading and reciting? Fragrance, food, clothing, treasures, giving and offering, and admiration.

Get twenty-eight kinds of benefits, one is the protection of the dragon, and the other is the fruits of good things increase day by day..."

The old master of Tiantong Temple, the host of Zen Master Hongfa, turned the Buddhist beads tremblingly, recited the Ksitigarbha scriptures, and tried hard to keep his Zen mind from being broken, but what he saw and heard just now really made the old monk unable to calm down.

He is not a martial monk, but a Zen master. He practiced Buddha throughout his life and his Zen mind was very stable, but he was still confused by the scene of hell.

The monk Yuanfa next to him was much better, although he was chanting scriptures, his body did not shake at least. After all, the Nirvana Temple family had great achievements and had many knowledges. Although the monk Yuanfa did not follow the martial arts, he often discussed Buddhist principles with his senior brother Yuanwu.

He also talked about the topic of the Infinite Hell. This was once a relationship with Shen Qiu. The real master monk is now frowning.

This is true for both masters who practice Buddhism, let alone the remaining monks.

"Evil thief! A villain!"

The iron-niu monk with a fat face tightened his fingers, his knuckles clattered, and his face turned pale.

He was a martial monk, and he was on the road to protect Zen and protecting the way. His emotions were more real than those of Zen masters. Seeing such a scene of hell, he could not be faked, which made Tie Niu's heart angry.

I wish I could carry the Zen Staff and lead my fellow disciples to Japan now, and use Buddhist Vajra to save the demons and ghosts.

"The evil thieves in Penglai are really hateful! Playing with sentient beings is really a demon."

The younger monk Kongjian was also as indignant as his senior brother.

He said to his senior brother:

"No wonder Master Mustard Master told me not to be deceived by rumors in the world, and to do my best to help Donor Chen Qiu succeed. It seems that Uncle Master had already expected the evil people to behave.

We must eliminate demons and protect the way, so that we will not suffer this disaster in the Central Plains."

"No, you two are thinking too much."

Hua Qing said in a faint voice:

"At this time, Mustard Monk sent you out of Lin'an City, probably thinking very simple, but I just don't want you, the younger generations of Nirvana Temple, to be involved in the disaster in Lin'an.

However, what you said is actually not bad. Since you have come here, you have also known good and evil, and distinguish right and wrong. You will be able to do things with us in the future."

Hua Qing stood up and said to the people in the room:

"I don't hide it from you. At this time, there were Penglai thieves acting secretly around Ningbo. Liu Zhuoran and I have been investigating this matter for several days.

If you want to help, I will definitely raise my hands to welcome you.”

"Master Yuan, look?"

Tie Niu looked back at the monk Yuan, who was the junior brother of Zen Master Yuanwu, the Nirvana Stone, and was one of the highest-ranking people in Nirvana Temple.

The old monk was very serious and closed his eyes. After a few breaths, he turned the Buddhist beads and said:

"We are monks, compassion is our duty. Just eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name can't save sentient beings from the sea of ​​suffering. Hunting, you are the most talented and tenacious among the three generations of disciples of my Nirvana Temple.

The monks will be led by you. If you can save people, you will have to save them well! Just like you have done great good deeds in Luoyang City and protected the peace of the people in the city."

"Um."

Tienniu nodded vigorously.

On the other side, Hua Qing helped the old monk Zhenji up. He sat in front of the old monk in Japan and asked seriously:

"I have something, and I want to ask the master. In the master's memory, I saw the last paragraph of a ronin warrior explaining to the master the journey to Middle Earth.

It is also them who told you about the fall of the Middle Earth Immortals, who are the sacred people?"

"They were a group of warriors who escaped from Japan in their early years."

The old monk Zhenji explained everything he knew:

"The leader is named Ryuma Sakamoto, who was originally a famous samurai on the Emperor's throne. The Kanyu wind cut off the sea route. After the Emperor's Imperial Palace caught fire, he left Kyoto.

He served Daming for several years in the Uesugi family, but later, the Uesugi family was killed by the demon country because of their resistance to Penglai. Ryuma became entangled with many devastated samurai and crossed the sea to Sanhan.

It is said that they were good at boating and owing to the help of the Hokkien tribe, and found the law of the rise and fall of the gods in the Tsushima Strait, and finally broke through the blockade of the strait and arrived in Sanhan.

That was more than ten years ago.”

"Ryuma Sakamoto?"

Hua Qing blinked her eyes, and suddenly he remembered some information from the Northern Kingdom that he saw in Yanyu Tower in Suzhou a few days ago, and asked:

"Is that country established by the warrior in the land of Sanhan called the 'Rongma Kingdom'?"

"Yes."

The old monk Zhenji nodded.

"Although Ryuma has lost his family's wandering samurai, he has a very high prestige among the samurai group. He has a noble background and has learned the Shuangtian First-class swordsmanship.

If the warrior family had not been responsible for the monarch, he would probably have taken the path of a swordsman. After Penglai instructed the five famous families to join forces to divide the country, many warriors who were unwilling to obey followed the call of Longma.

Gathered in the Nagasaki Demon Sea, from where to cross the sea to Sanhan, I would rather go into exile than stay in the country. When the spiritual energy gradually arises and the evil spirits cause chaos, it will be easier for the dragon horse to recruit exile.

In the four directions of Japan, evil spirits have occupied 70 to 80% of the land. If the farmers and people cannot survive, they will also surrender to Longma. The old monk heard that there are as many as 50,000 or 60,000 warriors in the Longma Kingdom.

The farmers and people reached 400,000 to 500,000. They respected the dragon and horse as the "Daming of Dragon and Horses" and were of great significance in the founding of the Three Koreans."

"So, there is actually some inside story in Longma Kingdom."

Hua Qing rubbed her chin.

After comparing this new news with the news in his mind, he found that the land of the Three Koreans and the Dragon Horse Kingdom, which was remixed with the North, seemed not as weak as it seemed on the surface.

After all, it is a force that is unwilling to bow to Penglai. How could they bow to the north?

The so-called joint attack on the southern country seems to be a hidden story.

"I heard that the warriors in the Longma Kingdom also learn Penglai martial arts?"

Hua Qing asked again. The old monk Zhenji knew what Hua Qing wanted to ask. He smiled bitterly and said:
To be continued...