Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 652: Buddhism has revealed its trump cards, and the general trend is inevitable

Amidst the splashing blood, several bleeding heads drew an arc in the air and fell in front of the magnificent Main Hall, rolling to the feet of the monks and believers in front of the hall.

Such a horrifying scene happening in this compassionate Buddhist holy land makes people feel a strong sense of incongruity.

Zhang Zhiwei half-closed his eyes and looked at the large bloodstains flowing on the ground. He did not deliberately control how the nine-headed lion killed people. This was just the nine-headed lion's instinctive reaction after being attacked.

He could have stopped this reaction, but he didn't. This group of people was deeply infiltrated by the Tiantai Sect of Bihe Mountain.

Moreover, they did not hold back when they attacked him. They came with the intention of taking his life. How could he hold back?
Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?

This tragic scene made the monks in front of the temple and the prominent believers all stare blankly for a moment.

They never expected that the little master, who had just stopped at a certain point and liked to slap people in the face, which was very humiliating but not life-threatening, would suddenly start a killing spree and be so cruel that he would not even leave a complete corpse.

This bloody scene made the surrounding believers scream. Even the important believers who were standing at the door of the Main Hall to watch the ceremony were frightened and hid in the hall.

The head of Tiantai Sect, Master Dexing, could no longer maintain his previous calmness and roared with red eyes.

"How dare you kill someone in the holy place of Buddhism?!"

If Monk Deyun and others had been beaten to death before, he would not have done so at all, but most of the monks who died just now were his disciples.

He put in a lot of effort, but was torn to pieces by the nine-headed lion under the little Taoist priest in one encounter. How could he not be filled with hatred?
Next to Master De Xing, the abbot Master Kurong, who always had a compassionate and calm face, no longer had any compassion on his face, and looked extremely gloomy.

He glanced at Monk Deyun, who was kneeling on the ground not far away with a dazed look on his face. He had probably guessed the reason why the young master suddenly killed him.

The little Taoist priest was still the decisive and ruthless little Taoist priest as described in the legend. He did not act timidly just because they were Buddhists and were afraid of causing a conflict between Buddhism and Taoism.

He seemed to have known a lot of secrets that could not be made public through some means, so he treated us differently.

I just don’t know how much inside information the little celestial master knows, but no matter what, I can’t let the little celestial master in front of me leave Tiantai Mountain alive...

Master Ku Rong said secretly in his heart.

At this moment, the monks from other sects of Buddhism also looked unhappy.

Master Lejie of the Tantric Qinglong Temple showed it most obviously. His long eyebrows were almost standing up and there was obvious anger on his face.

The elder of the Yejing Temple of the Lu Sect even scolded the young Taoist priest.

As the name suggests, the Vinaya school is famous for its transmission and observance of precepts, being strict with others and with oneself. Killing is a heinous crime no matter which Buddhist sect you belong to.

The young Taoist priest tore several monks from the Tiantai Sect to pieces in front of him, an elder of the Vinaya Sect, leaving no intact bodies. He did not take him seriously at all. How could he not be angry?

If this was the home ground of the Lu Sect, he would have to call on the entire sect to kill this madman together.

Except for the Tantric and Vinaya sects, monks from other sects also looked angry.

Even the monks of the Sanlun Sect, who had already taken a step back and decided not to interfere in the feud between the Tiantai Sect and the Little Heavenly Master, were no exception.

However, even though his expression was very bad, Master Mo Lun of the Three Theory School did not take a single step forward. He even stretched out his hand to stop several fellow disciples behind him who were unable to hold back any longer.

"Monks do not tell lies. We in the Three Treatises School said we would not interfere in this matter, so we will not interfere in this matter."

After saying this, Elder Mo Lun, together with the disciples of the Sanlun Sect, retreated a few steps and moved from the entrance of the Main Hall to the side of the hall, making it clear that they would not get involved in this matter.

As for the three abbots of the three Putuo temples, even though Zen Buddhism focuses on the cultivation of the mind, the scene before them still made them look ugly.

Master Yuantong glanced at Monk Deyun who was kneeling on the ground with a look of despair on his face, then looked at the six monks who had fainted on the ground, and the corpses all over the ground.

What was the reason that drove the little Taoist priest to treat them differently? He asked himself.

Immediately, he remembered what Monk Deyun had said to Abbot Ku Rong. He didn't dare to believe it before, but now, he somewhat believed it.

However, even if these monks were infiltrated by the Japanese branch sect, this is only an internal issue of Buddhism. No matter what, it is not the turn of the Taoists to make comments? Not to mention beating and killing them at will! !

Master Yuantong shouted, "Little Heavenly Master, God has the virtue of loving life. Even if you really did something wrong, you should be given a chance to turn back. How can you commit such a sin of killing?"

"Your behavior is no different from that of the devil. I think if your master, Tianshi, were here, he would not tolerate your actions."

At the same time, the Heavenly Master who was observing secretly did not look very good.

Although Zhang Zhiwei's previous treatment of Monk Deyun and the other six monks was somewhat embarrassing, he had nothing to say.

But the subsequent actions, killing so many monks in one breath in front of the eight sects of Buddhism, no matter what the reason was, it was a bit extreme.

However, the matter was done and the people had already been killed. It was impossible for him to stand up in front of so many people and destroy his own apprentice.

Even if he really wanted to train a disciple, he should do it in private. The current occasion was not a place for juniors to learn from each other.

Zhang Jingqing glanced at Zuo Rutong, who had an expressionless face beside him, and was about to speak.

Zuo Ruotong said in a deep voice, "As far as I know, Mr. Zhiwei is not a man who kills innocent people indiscriminately. He must have had his reasons for killing those monks."

Zhang Jingqing sighed and said, "No matter how reasonable it is, killing so many monks in front of the eight sects of Buddhism is not a good idea after all!"

The left chief nodded and said nothing more. He also felt that it was not very good and a bit too extreme.

Then, he heard Zhang Jingqing continue: "This bastard is still too naive. Why is he killing someone? Destroying his Dantian or interrupting his meridians, which one is not more appropriate than killing him?"

“…………” Zuo Rutong was speechless. He suddenly felt that compared to what Zhang Jingqing said, it would be more satisfying to just kill him directly.

At this time, Yi Qian said in a deep voice: "Brother, don't worry. Zhiwei didn't kill the monk before, but now he kills the monk again. I believe he has enough reasons, a reason to face the accountability of his fellow Jianghu people. As for offending the Buddhist sect, haven't we offended enough since ancient times? Don't be afraid of this."

Zhang Jingqing did not explain too much. He was not afraid of offending Buddhism. If he was afraid, he would not have allowed Zhang Zhiwei to come.

But in the current situation with warlords ruling the country internally and foreign powers surrounding it externally, it is really not suitable for the world to start a major fight between Buddhism and Taoism.

However, the connection between Tiantai Sect and its branch in Japan was too deep, and he could not sit idly by.

In fact, he had thought about letting Buddhism handle it themselves, but given the Buddhist way of doing things, it was likely that nothing would be done in the end.

Because the Buddhist community knew more or less about the Tiantai Sect's actions, including the fact that Master Dehong and the Japanese pirates attacked and killed Zhang Zhiwei. He also gave the Buddhist community nearly half a month to deal with it, but the Buddhist community turned a blind eye to it, which was what forced him to come forward. Among the three religions and nine schools, Confucianism rarely involved in the martial arts world, and Buddhism ignored it. If he, the Tianshi, did not take action, there would be no one to take care of the martial arts world. He couldn't just sit back and watch the Japanese pirates grow stronger in the martial arts world, right?

Moreover, this time he did not show up in person, but sent Zhang Zhiwei to take the lead, which was already giving enough respect to Buddhism.

However, the other party seemed to be very unwilling to save face, and he noticed the unusual movements of Master Ku Rong.

When Master Kurong saw that Zhang Zhiwei's behavior had aroused the hatred of the Buddhist community, he immediately thought to himself that the time had come.

Master Kurong slammed his Zen staff into the floor, and the cassock on his body flew backwards, revealing his strong and sturdy body.

If you ignore his face that looks like a man in his seventies, and only look at his body, he would even give people the feeling of a young man in his prime.

He stared at Zhang Zhiwei, and his kind eyes became visibly ferocious, as big as copper bells. His eyebrows stood up, and his face became hideous and terrifying, like a demon.

This is his Vajra Eyes. The Vajra Eyes of other monks are evolved from Qi, but his is different. His is evolved from life and nature. The value of this is definitely not comparable to that of others.

"This boy has been possessed by a demon. Subdue him at all costs!"

He faced Zhang Zhiwei, acted fearlessly and sounded like Tathagata, and let out a deep, low roar that was as rapid as thunder and could be heard clearly from miles away.

This lion's roar was so powerful that it was more than ten times louder than the sound of the golden light that Deyun had used to bombard Zhang Zhiwei.

The originally invisible sound waves actually gathered and took shape in the air, turning into the roar of a dragon or elephant, and then into the roar of a lion, surging towards Zhang Zhiwei.

For a moment, the earth shook and the mountains trembled. Even the believers around were not the ones that Master Kuruo wanted to yell at, but they were also affected and turned into gourds rolling on the ground one by one.

Zhang Zhiwei, on the other hand, didn't care at all. Instead, he drove the nine-headed lion upwards against the sound waves. Even though the dragon, elephant and lion roared together with great momentum, they were still dispersed by Zhang Zhiwei's slap.

Compared with the earth-shaking roars of dragons and elephants and the roars of lions, Zhang Zhiwei's slap was silent, but everyone present felt as if a muffled thunder was exploding in their hearts. Then, they saw that the mighty dragons, elephants and lions collapsed and disintegrated in an instant.

In an instant, the world became quiet, as if it had suddenly stopped.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei, who was sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform on the back of the nine-headed lion, felt that it was inconvenient to make a move like this, so he changed from sitting cross-legged to standing.

Mist emerged from the feet of the nine-headed lion under him. It appeared in the air and flew across the sky like a white rainbow, heading towards the Main Hall.

Zhang Zhiwei, who was on the lion's back, raised his hand and slapped it downwards. The golden energy turned into a big hand and slapped towards the main hall, as if he could turn it into ruins with one palm.

At this moment, three black ropes suddenly emerged from the top of the main hall and turned into three straight weapons, like spears and sticks, which stabbed forward and smashed the golden hand that was pressing down.

Then, the three black ropes transformed into three black dragons with bared fangs and claws, rising rapidly and coming towards Zhang Zhiwei from three sides to strangle him.

Zhang Zhiwei bent his fingers into claws, stretched out his hand and grabbed. Golden light gushed out from his palm, taking shape with the Qi, and transformed into a large golden hand connected to his palm, which grabbed the three black dragons that came flying towards him.

"Pretend to be a ghost, get out of here!"

He pulled back hard, the roof of the main hall exploded, and three old monks were pulled out staggeringly.

Three old monks stood in three directions respectively. The old monk in the northeast had a dark face, the old monk in the northwest had a sallow face, and the old monk in the south had a pale face.

The three old monks all had sunken cheeks, looked haggard, and had only one eye, but their eyes were full of light and sparkling.

The three old monks were pulled by Zhang Zhiwei and staggered, breaking the roof.

Master Dexing couldn't help but exclaimed: "Three uncles, how could this be?"

He looked incredulous. These were three ascetic monks who had practiced hard for many years, but they were unable to defeat a junior in a sudden attack and even suffered a small loss.

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Zhang Jingqing, who was observing secretly, frowned when he saw the three old monks appear and said, "Kuhua, Kuyuan, and Kusheng, these three old guys are not dead yet!"

Zuo Ruotong was also a little surprised and said, "It is said that these three monks were killed when they surrounded and killed the previous acting head of Quan Xing. Now it seems that it is just a rumor!"

Zhang Jingqing looked at their one-eyed man and said, "Looking at their appearance, even if they didn't die, they must have lost a layer of skin."

"These three old guys are two generations older than Zhiwei, yet they still attacked secretly. They have no shame at all. I really want to hold a ceremony and invite the master to come out and kill these three old bald donkeys with a bolt of lightning!" Zhang Yi almost burst into curse.

"With these three old bald donkeys joining forces, plus that Ku Rong, Zhiwei might be in trouble. Senior brother, how about you and Chief Zuo continue to hold the situation, while Zhang Yi and I go up to lend a hand?" Yi Qian asked.

Zhang Jingqing waved his hand: "Don't rush for now, let's wait and see before making a decision, the helpers are going up the mountain."

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On the roof of the main hall, the yellow-faced old monk sighed: "Every generation has talented people. How can a young man be so powerful!"

The black-faced old monk said in an evil voice: "It's a pity that he is a demon, a Shura, we can't keep him alive!"

The white-faced old monk said, "Use the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle!"

Then, the three old monks waved the black ropes in their hands and attacked again.

Although this attack looked the same as before, in fact, the three of them formed a small formation. Their Qi and energy were one, and their lives were connected, so the power doubled instantly.

Seeing the three black dragons coming back again, Zhang Zhiwei stood on the back of the nine-headed lion. He was not afraid at all. He waved his giant hand transformed from Vajra and fought with the three black dragons.

There was a loud rumbling sound coming from the sky. The distinguished believers around the main hall felt as if the air was choked and a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts. They could hardly breathe and could only lie on the ground and tremble, let alone watch the battle.

But soon, they were "invited" away by Master Ku Rong with a wave of his hand and away from the battlefield.

Soon after, a large number of monks appeared and formed an Arhat formation to help the three old monks on the roof.

But at this moment, a purple figure drew an arc in the air and landed on the Heavenly King Palace not far away.

"Four families, the Lu family, come and help the little master!"

Immediately afterwards, a figure wrapped in ink appeared above the Dharma Hall opposite the Heavenly King Hall.

"Four families, the Wang family, come to help the little master."

(End of this chapter)