Chapter 214

In a short moment.

In the past, the majestic and solemn main hall was full of screams, and monks were crying sadly everywhere.

Even the Buddha statue, which is high above, seems to show a look of sadness and anger.

"Amitabha."

Like the Buddha chanting sound of morning bell and evening drum, Zhenhui's hands are folded and his eyes are full of compassion. It seems to Guo fan.

"Hou ye, why this!"

He raised his steps and stepped lightly. An invisible force immediately spread all over the audience and instantly subdued all the agitation in the audience.

More wisps of true Qi poured into the monks to help them suppress their pain.

"Good repair!"

Guo fan's eyes brightened: "it's worthy of being a natural Buddha heart once in 300 years, and his martial arts have shocked the world."

With such strong Qi and meticulous control, I'm afraid even Zhang Daozhen can't do it.

This is not a lack of cultivation.

But the mood is not enough!

True wisdom and mind are free from obstacles. If you read and move your Qi, you will have no obstacles. Your cultivation level is far higher than others.

Walking is like the real Buddha coming into the world.

The whole body is covered with golden light. It seems that there is a Buddha in the main hall. Although there is no anger on his face, he makes people subconsciously surrender.

Even Guo fan had to face Su Rong, got up and sat up slowly from the futon.

"Shaolin Temple is originally a pure place of Buddhism, but it doesn't practice true dharma. Instead, it is addicted to all kinds of martial arts."

"Don't you abandon the book to the end!"

"Now it's unreasonable and incompatible with the law to hide dirt and allow disciples to commit crimes and evil."

"Amitabha, goodness is goodness."

Zhenhui nodded. His eyes were like multi precious glass, blooming with strange brilliance, as if he could see through the hearts of the people.

"What Lord Hou said is very true. The inheritance of Buddhism is not in martial arts, but in the scriptures of sages. This is very true."

"But don't deceive the poor monk."

He smiled calmly and said, "although the land of the people nearby is under the name of Shaolin, it's not my fault."

"Tyranny is fiercer than a tiger."

Zhenhui was compassionate and said, "if the taxes of the imperial court were not so harsh, would they join Shaolin?"

The farmland of Shaolin Temple belongs to monk's field, so you don't have to pay taxes to the imperial court.

People nearby have come to invest one after another, most of them are voluntary and want to exempt some of the tax.

They are willing to give some to Shaolin Temple.

"That's a bad word."

Guo fan shook his head: "take it from the people and use it for the people. The tax on the girder is not high, but the people are short-sighted."

"The people are stupid and lack of education. It's understandable to have this choice."

"However, Shaolin was granted by the imperial court to specialize in Buddhist scriptures without production, but you want to move the foundation of the world."

"How can it be tolerated!"

The sound also sank.

"Amitabha."

Zhenhui bowed his head and said, "Buddha crossing is destined for people. My Buddha is merciful and opens the door to others. It's hard to refuse."

"That's easy."

Guo Fan said calmly, "from today on, all the fields under the name of Shaolin Temple will return to the people except those given by the imperial court."

"All the taxes owed over the years will be returned!"

"Besides..."

His eyes sank and he said, "from today on, the Shaolin Temple cannot open the mountain gate and cut off contacts with the Jianghu for ten years."

"As for those who violate the law, they should be severely punished!"

"It's impossible!"

An old monk shouted angrily, "there are several times more monks in Shaolin temple now than at the beginning. The original fields can't support so many people at all."

"Moreover, close the mountain and take people."

"Lord Zhenwu, don't you think you've gone too far?"

"Too much!"

Guo fan suddenly turned around and stabbed the other party's mind with his eyes like a sword.

"For the sake of fate with the Buddha, I will spare you your life. Don't be unkind!"

"Host, monk."

A monk showed his determination and said, "this Liao is rampant and murderous. It's a demon."

"We don't need to compromise today. We will try our best to kill this colleague and eliminate a great harm for the world!"

"In this way, we can show the true meaning of Buddha!"

"Good."

A burly monk stepped in and shouted, "evil and evil, everyone can kill them!"

"My Buddha is merciful, but when he is golden and angry, there is no lack of thunderbolt means to subdue demons and eliminate demons."

"We practice martial arts again for half our life and participate in Buddhist scriptures. This is the day to confirm what we have learned all our life."

"What elder martial brother said is very true."

Several people walked forward with Su Rong on their faces: "kill the devil and guard the Buddha. Although you don't regret your death, please give the order!"

"Wow..."

All the monks at the scene walked together. Even those who were crying on the ground gritted their teeth and stood up.

His eyes were angry and looked directly at Guo fan.

It's like burning the devil's head!

None of the monks present were weak, and there were not a few with perfect internal power.

Now we are moving together with great momentum.

The terrible pressure made the main hall tremble slightly. Zhou Junfang tightened his body and protected the four women to retreat to the corner.

Although he is not weak, he is afraid that he will be torn to pieces in an instant in the face of these angry monks.

"Good courage!"

Guo fan's eyes coagulated and drank suddenly.

"Ben Hou has been merciful, but you don't appreciate it. In that case, don't blame Ben Hou for his hard work!"

"Peng!"

When his feet shook, the huge stone several feet square immediately broke, and the strong wind gently blew over it, which had become powder.

The destiny knife trembled slightly, and the magic knife's mind surged up.

Guo fan's eyes suddenly became dark and deep, and a sense of killing from Yin to cold also swept through.

"Amitabha."

Zhenhui spoke again, and the Buddha answered in the hall.

Its melodious voice, like the sound of nature, rolled into the ears of the monks and immediately slowly eliminated the killing intention in their hearts.

The expression of the monks also stretched slowly in their voices.

Only Guo fan, frowning, felt resistant to the Buddhist sound.

Even subconsciously want to draw a knife!

"Hou Ye."

Zhenhui pressed down the monks and sighed, "I've heard that the Marquis of the town has the power to understand the mystery for a long time. I don't know if the little monk can learn one or two."

"Yes."

Guo fan's face sank: "the divine monk must intervene?"

"Hou Ye."

Zhenhui folded his hands and bowed his head: "if the little monk is lucky enough to win a move, please forgive the monks in the temple."

Guo fan smiled lightly.

"What if you lose?"

Zhenhui looked solemn and said, "Shaolin, you should listen to the Lord."

"Oh..."

Guo fan stood with his hands down, laughing inexplicably.

"Little monk, you are a good abacus!"

Little monk?

Hearing the speech, the monks changed color one after another.

Only Zhenhui's eyebrows moved, and his eyes looked like surprise and doubt, and there was another relief.

"Amitabha!"

When he recited the Buddha's name, his voice was unprecedented relieved and happy, like ascending Bodhi.

"The Marquis agreed."

"Peng!"

With a step under his feet, he was in full bloom.

A Buddha statue poured out of gold came out of him and landed soundly, covering an area of ten feet.

Its appearance is solid, but it is the same as true wisdom. The Buddha light is like a golden body.

"King Kong is not bad for divine skill!"

Guo fan's face was solemn.

Zhenhui's King Kong is not bad. It's definitely more than that