The First Tyrant of Daxia

Hear the sound.

Huisheng's eyes flickered, and his hands, which were clenched until the knuckles turned white, loosened with difficulty under his sleeves.

He wanted to save her, but he didn't dare.

In the end, he lowered his head in extreme reluctance and humiliation.

But in his heart, there was an evil Buddha roaring: "A little impatience will ruin a great plan. Today's incident is the fault of Chaotian Temple and this poor monk has failed."

"Gongsun Zan was arrested, there is a traitor!"

Seeing him compromise, I didn't dare to say anything.

Qin Yun snorted again, swept his eyes over everyone, and threatened: "Whoever dares to collude with the Xiliang rebels will end up like this!"

"Waste me!"

"It's completely ruined!"

The cold words seemed to give everyone in Chaotian Temple a loud slap in the face.

No matter how angry the monks were, they could only grit their teeth and swallow it!

The word "frustrated" filled the hearts of the monks in Chaotian Temple.

"what!"

Juezhen heard a miserable sound, and saw that one of his legs was stepped on by Feng Lao, and the bone was strangely bent.

His eyes were bloodshot and veins were exposed.

"Don't even think about having an easy life, old man!"

He was so angry that he punched out with his right hand full of hatred.

Old Feng snorted coldly and dodged like a ghost. His fist hit the air and broke the ground, leaving cracks all over.

"Humph, you still dare to act so violently, the leader of the monks is no better than this!"

bass!

Mr. Feng draws his sword!

Suddenly, a terrible murderous aura emerged.

Even for Qin Yun, it was the first time he saw the old man draw his sword, and a bone-chilling chill emanated from his old body.

"Your Majesty wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, and you won't be kept alive until five o'clock!"

Old Feng scolded, his wrist trembled, and the tip of the knife cut through the cold light.

"do not want!"

The monks roared, clenched their fists, and almost couldn't restrain themselves from saving people.

Especially the three abbots, Jueming, Juezhi and Juefeng, could not hide the deep murderous intent in their eyes.

But Feng Lao's sword never stopped because of this. He only obeyed Qin Yun. If Qin Yun didn't tell him to stop, then he wouldn't stop even if the Jade Emperor came.

"what!"

Juezhen's legs were broken and blood spurted out, which was extremely fascinating.

In a flash, blood splattered on Huisheng's face.

His face, which was full of Buddhist charm, couldn't help but twitch. He looked at Juezhen, who was rolling on the ground with his limbs broken, and was filled with rage.

The monks froze where they were, their eyes wide open, and they didn't speak for a long time.

Qin Yun said indifferently: "Juezhen, I'll give you one chance. Tell me what happened."

"As long as you say it, I will neither kill you nor abolish you!"

Juezhen lay on the ground, raised his bloodshot eyes, and broke out in cold sweat from the pain, but this only aroused the anger in his heart.

"Humph, I know nothing!"

"Your Majesty, you killed monks and insulted Buddhism. You will be punished!"

Hearing this, Qin Yun sneered.

"Whether I will be punished or not is uncertain."

"But I can be sure that if you don't tell me, your fate will be worse than anyone else's. You are the leader of the monks, and you must be highly skilled in martial arts, right? I will destroy your Dantian and make you completely useless!"

Geek!

Juezhen's pupils contracted and he became panic-stricken for a moment.

Death is not scary, but having your limbs lost is not scary.

The scary thing is that if the Dantian is destroyed, there will be no chance of recovery!

He subconsciously looked at Huisheng, with a hint of help in his eyes.

Huisheng looked at him deeply, then closed his eyes with difficulty and ruthlessness.

Gongsun Zan was caught in the act and had to sacrifice his chariot to save his king. This was inevitable and there was nothing he could do about it.

Then, he softly chanted "Namo Amitabha", as if he was chanting the mantra for rebirth.

Then, all the monks looked at Juezhen with complicated expressions, and finally sat down slowly and chanted the Rebirth Mantra.

The entire hall was filled with the murmuring of Buddhist sounds.

Pious and sacred.

It seemed to announce the subsequent trend.

Juezhen was in a state of trance, his eyes were lifeless, and he seemed to have been thrown into an endless hell, his whole body was cold.

He understood that the host was prepared to endure and give up on him.

He gritted his teeth, raised his head coldly, and smiled at Qin Yunyin: "Monks don't tell lies. Even if I didn't collude with Gongsun Zan, I don't know anything!"

"If Your Majesty does not know right from wrong and is obsessed with killing, then I will admit it!"

Qin Yun's eyes were cold.

I guessed that he would be tough, but I didn't expect him to be so shameless. I smiled grimly: "Okay, then I will grant you your wish!"

"Crush him and make him kneel down and meditate on Zen for the rest of his life."

"Yes!" Mr. Feng answered briefly.

He raised the knife and swung it, with the tip of the knife firmly inserted into Juezhen's lower abdomen.

It is the most important dantian for martial artists. Once it is damaged, the damage is irreversible.

"what!"

The screams were miserable, Na Juezhen covered his dantian and roared to the sky.

His face gradually became hideous and resentful!

Huisheng was leading the chanting, and the Buddhist beads in his right hand stopped for a moment!

He was aloof from the world, and his attitude of admitting his guilt and accepting punishment revealed a ruthlessness that no one knew about. He knew that he would not let today's incident go.

After a slight pause, he turned the Buddhist beads again and knelt there to continue meditating and chanting.

All of this was under Qin Yun's observation.

I was secretly shocked. I thought the old monk's concentration was terrifying.

"Your Majesty, it has been abolished as you ordered."

"Juezhen will never cause trouble again from now on." Old Feng said softly.

Qin Yun hummed and glanced at the unconscious Abbot Juezhen lying on the ground, covered in blood, with a hint of cold smile in his eyes.

Youyou said, "Master Huisheng, do you have any complaints about my actions?"

Being suddenly pointed out, Huisheng gritted his teeth, looked at him with his hands clasped together, and said calmly: "Juezhen's words and deeds are inappropriate, he should be punished."

"Your Majesty's decision was not wrong."

Qin Yun smiled with interest: "Oh, really? I wonder if the believers of Chaotian Temple will write a joint letter to accuse me again after I return to the imperial capital."

Huisheng played dumb and said, "I don't understand what your majesty means."

Qin Yun snorted: "No matter whether you understand or not."

"Today, I will tell you all in front of all these Buddha statues that there are some red lines!"

"It can't be crossed!"

All the monks in Chaotian Temple trembled.

Huisheng's eyes flickered. He always had a feeling that the emperor had other intentions and was not referring to the matter of harboring Gongsun Zan.

"From today on, I will protect the pure land of Buddhism so that it can be peaceful and not disturbed by outsiders."

"So we left behind a group of imperial guards to maintain order."

"Host, do you agree?" Qin Yun suddenly said.

Huisheng was even more shocked, then he lowered his eyebrows and eyes and chanted a Buddhist name: "Your Majesty, I will listen to you."

"That's good."

"I don't want Jue Zhen's scandal to get out, so please be more patient."

"There are still important matters to be dealt with in the court. I have to rush back immediately."

"Let's save this incense and burn it later!"

After Qin Yun finished speaking, he gently raised the incense in his hand, and it scattered in front of Huisheng.

Then he walked away from Tianyin Palace with an extremely domineering step.

As easily as you come, you will leave as easily as you leave.

Huisheng raised his head and looked at the gradually disappearing figure, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were actually broken by one hand.

Bang.

The Buddhist beads were scattered on the ground.

His eyes reflected anger, viciousness, and confusion!

Some monks looked at the incense sticks scattered on the ground and felt extremely humiliated. Could they burn incense again next time?

This is a threat, this is a humiliation!

"Master, he doesn't take our Chaotian Temple seriously at all and humiliates us to the utmost. Could it be that..."

"Shut up!"

Huisheng rarely scolded him, pointing at Juezhen's miserable body: "Do you also want to be impulsive and lie there and become a cripple?"