Chapter 922

The Bukong mountain distributed to He Xie is located among the peaks of Lingshan mountain, which is inconspicuous. Qionghua and different grass compete for beauty in the peaks. A temple rises from the ground, which is also golden and luxurious.

A hundred monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks of monks.

The plaque on the temple door is empty, obviously waiting for He Xie's nomination in person.

He Xie thought for a moment, summoned the two dragon swords, and engraved the three big words "incorrect Temple" on the plaque with the art of resisting the sword. He couldn't help grinning.

"Congratulations on the opening of the mountain and the establishment of the temple!" Cried a hundred bhikkhus in unison.

"There is a reward!" He Xie was in a good mood. He took out a box of gold bars from Xumi ring and motioned the nearby monks to distribute them.

In the next few hours, he Xie straightened out the internal affairs of the improper temple, sealed several deacons and intimate guests, established rules in the temple, and appointed two red lipped and white toothed little monks as his waiters.

After a busy time, he Xie began to shut up in the clean Zen room.

He was not in a hurry to practice, but stroked the whole thing again from beginning to end, carefully analyzed every detail, and secretly wrote it down in his heart. This process lasted for nearly a day. He thought that he was about to explode before he stopped.

This is a dangerous world. Now he Xie is walking a tightrope among several giants. One carelessness is doomed. He must plan his every step and try not to leave loopholes and handles.

Then he Xie took out the golden armor, and the divine consciousness invaded it. Suddenly, a formula poured into his mind. This is the way to refine this magic weapon and its wonderful use.

He Xie looked at it carefully. He couldn't help showing a strange look on his face.

This Buddha - are you sure it wasn't intentional?

First of all, there is no doubt that this treasure is a good treasure, but it has two wonderful functions. One is the primary form, which turns into a shield to resist all gods and attacks; The other is to turn into a tortoise shell to cover itself, which can be regarded as an avoidable method.

More straight and white, this thing will really become a turtle shell, and after activation, the limbs and head should be retracted into the turtle shell, which is the ultimate defense state.

I'm a special sword arhat. What's the matter with giving me a tortoise shell?

The painting style doesn't match!

He Xie was a little tangled in his heart, but it was just awkward.

This treasure must be refined and used. After all, it is equivalent to an additional life-saving card, although it is a little obscene and ugly.

He Xie secretly swore that those who had seen the complete form of the golden armor in the future must kill all the gods and souls and not leave a living mouth.

Otherwise, if he is finally called "turtle arhat" or "head shrinking venerable", will he still live?

Come on!

He Xie began to refine according to the Dharma formula.

There are no years in the mountains. In the blink of an eye, half a year flies by.

He Xie refined the golden armor as early as three months ago. Now he continues to practice and consolidate his realm.

Because his fruit position is not integrated with himself, his subsequent cultivation income is not based on the fruit position. When he reached the point of practice, he needed a lot of energy and spirit to go up every small step. It was easy to close it for three or five years.

If it is true, it will take longer.

On this day, he Xie's cultivation was interrupted. The Deacon reported that a distinguished guest came to the door.

"Heaven's good and evil make Taibai Venus?" He Xie was very surprised. Since he came to this world, he has only contacted some people of western religion, not even Bodhisattva Buddha. Except for the spider killer, he can be said to have lived in seclusion.

He couldn't understand why Taibai Venus came to the door directly.

He Xie didn't neglect it when he was thinking about it. He ordered the bhikkhu in the temple to open the temple door, put on his cassock and went out to meet him in person.

As soon as I got to the front yard, I saw an old man who thought he had long eyebrows and beards and was immortal standing in front of the door, holding a handle of floating dust in his hand, stroking his beard and laughing.

He Xie quickly stepped forward, folded his hands and bowed down and said, "it's a sin for the noble envoy of heaven to drive to our temple. I can't meet him far away."

Taibai Jinxing laughed heartily and replied, "I've heard for a long time that the new clean altar worshipper in Lingshan has a Buddha's nature and a Buddha's posture. I can see it today. I know that the rumor is true. The worshipper has a great future."

"I'm ashamed of your false praise." He Xie replied, "the humble house is simple. If you don't abandon it, please move in and use some tea."

"Then deference is better than obedience." Too white Venus was not polite. She walked in with a smile.

When they entered the main hall, the monks offered tea and snacks and quickly closed the door and retreated.

At first glance, Taibai Venus is a long sleeved, exquisite, smiling, greeting he Xie, pulling from east to west and laughing from time to time.

He Xie didn't bother to guess what medicine he was selling in the gourd. He just laughed and chatted with him.

Fifth, after making tea, Taibai Jinxing suddenly sighed and said, "the last time I went to the lower world was a year ago. At that time, the Buddha light in Xiniu Hezhou was shining and all living beings were in good health. I don't want to come back now, but it's a picture of demons running rampant and people living in poverty. It's really touching. "

He Xie's heart moved and the secret way came.

Sure enough, Taibai Jinxing then said, "a few days ago, the great emperor Fengdu of the hell went to the LingXiao palace and complained that the wronged souls and solitary ghosts of Xiniu Hezhou in recent 100 years have been almost filled with 18 hell. Even the dead city is full of ghosts and can't bear the burden. Venerable, the west is a clean place. Why is it so? "

He Xie believed that Taibai had no need to deceive himself, and in his observation, the situation was indeed so.

There are demons guarding every county and mountain in Xiniu Hezhou. Some are scattered demons, but more are western disciples.

These demons do everything they can to obtain incense. Although they are in Salmonella, they are still murderous. They drink blood and show their nature.

For all this, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the Lingshan mountain, the heavenly king arhat, seem to have selective collective blindness and turn a blind eye to them all.

He Xie asked himself that he was also a cold-blooded and cruel man, but seeing all kinds of atrocities of demons with his own eyes, it was still difficult to curb the killing in his heart.

Far from it, just say the seven spider spirits six months ago. When he Xie entered his cave, he saw with his own eyes several Terran corpses hanging naked on iron hooks. They were ripped like livestock, burned off their hair and removed their internal organs.

There is also a plate of steamed human brain on the stove, human oil copy human tendon, roast human row

The pot is stewed with human heart and lung soup.

He Xie even wanted to catch the seven spider spirits and kill them again.

Anyone who has never lost his personality will definitely not tolerate this kind of thing, but at the foot of Lingshan, this kind of cruelty to the human race has become a normal thing.

The Buddhas on the Lingshan mountain are all compassionate and claim to be universal. However, at the foot of the Lingshan mountain is hell, which has to be said to be an irony.