The official was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, rushing into the large formation composed of these Buddhist eminent monks. His figure was as fast as lightning, and every time he made a move, he knocked someone away. He was simple, direct, and efficient, without any fancy.
His fists, feet, elbows, and knees were all turned into deadly weapons. Together with the automatic machine gun towers that continued to spit out tongues of fire, they created a bloody storm among the monks.
"Bang!"
Another head exploded like a ripe watermelon, splashing red and white onto the smooth mirror surface, and was instantly swallowed up by a strange light, as if it had never existed.
A Zen master famous for his "Tietou Kung Fu", his proud head was as fragile as an egg under the hand knife of the official, which contained terrifying kinetic energy.
"Knot"Skanda Vajra Formation"!" Chan Master Huiming's eyes were about to burst and he roared angrily.
The remaining ten or so monks with the highest cultivation levels immediately gave up fighting on their own after hearing the sound, quickly moved closer, and formed a circular formation back to back.
Their Qi and blood are connected, and their wills are condensed. Although they cannot be blessed by force, the physical strength of their years of hard training resonates faintly under the pull of the formation, and actually forms a layer of light golden Qi wall outside the body that is like a physical wall.
"Clang, clang, clang--!"
The dense bullets hit the air wall formed by this layer of formation, and were bounced away one after another, leaving only a few ripple-like ripples.
"It's interesting." The official finally stopped the ghostly attack and stood in front of the formation, watching the dying defensive formation with great interest.
"Gather the efforts of everyone to imitate the magical power of Buddhist protectors? Unfortunately, it only has its form."
He did not come forward in person, but just raised his hand.
In the brilliant light behind him, new creations appeared again - several fist-sized, silver-white spheres.
[High-Frequency Oscillation Particle Sphere]
Category: Weapons
Quality: Rare
Manufacturer: Nochi Heavy Industries (Nochi Heavy Industries) Prototype Weapon Division
Nochi Heavy Industries Industry Co., Ltd., produced in Gengchen 865 Fruit, is a special weapon-type equipment developed for energy shields, which can cause the shield to overload, emit dazzling flashes and audio interference.
Those silver balls made a sharp scream and flew towards the "Skanda Pestle Formation" formed by the monks, when they came into contact with the pale golden air wall.
"Buzz--!!!"
A high-frequency vibration beyond the range of the human ear exploded. The air wall that condensed the energy, blood and will of more than a dozen eminent monks was like paper being thrown into a shredder. It could not hold up for even a second, and began to shatter, disintegrate, and annihilate inch by inch starting from the point of contact.
"Pfft!"
"Uh-huh!"
The formation was forcibly broken, and the backlash hit the hearts of every formation monk like a heavy hammer.
They all spat out a large mouthful of blood, their faces instantly turned as pale as paper, their bodies were shaky, and the golden light that protected them was dimmed to the extreme.
The firepower of the machine gun tower covered him again, and the monk, who lost the protection of the formation, was suddenly exposed to the metal storm.
"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
Dharma Master Jizhao's hair and beard were spread out, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
He punched his chest suddenly and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood did not fall, but instead wrapped around his arms as if alive.
His arms swelled in an instant, his skin became as red as fire, and his veins were as knotted as the roots of an old tree!
"Three Entries into Hell!"
He roared angrily and rushed towards the official's house like a madman against the hail of bullets!
Every step he took left a footprint burning with bloody aura on the mirror beneath his feet.
This is a forbidden secret technique that burns the origin of life and stimulates the potential of the physical body. It is powerful, but the cost is also tragic.
The official's eyes moved slightly, as if he was slightly interested in this move.
He didn't dodge, he just raised his right hand and spread his fingers.
In front of his palm, the air twisted, and a spectrum-dispersed concentric polygonal energy shield was instantly generated.
[Absolute Terror Field(Absolute Terror Field)]
The wall of the heart is a wall that separates self-consciousness from the self-consciousness of others.
"Boom!!!"
Dharma Master Jizhao Blood-Burning Baleful Fist, which had condensed a lifetime of cultivation and all its vitality, hit the energy shield hard.
The violent red energy collided violently with the energy shield, causing a deafening explosion!
The shock wave spread in all directions, and even the automatic machine gun towers were shaking violently.
However, the energy shield only rippled violently, but it remained as solid as a mountain.
Looking back at Dharma Master Jizhao, the red flames attached to his fists quickly extinguished, his swollen arms shriveled up like air leaks, and the look in his eyes quickly dimmed like candles in the wind.
"How can you people who want to cultivate themselves into Buddhas understand the wall of the heart..."
The official commented lightly, and his fingers suddenly closed!
"Crack!"
The energy shield squeezed inward as if it had an entity, and together with Dharma Master Jizhao in front of the shield, it was crushed by an invisible force!
The sound of bones shattering was heartbreaking, and the flesh and blood instantly turned into a blur of flesh, which was then swallowed up by a strange brilliance.
"Senior Brother Ji Zhao!!"
Chan Master Huiming let out a roar of grief and indignation, and the remaining monks also had their eyes completely red.
They know that there is no luck today, and only death can protect the last Buddhist thoughts in their hearts.
"Fight it!"
"Nirvana Self-Immolation Art!"
"Vajra Disintegration Art!"
Various forbidden body refining techniques that burn life, overdraw potential, and even perish together were performed one after another.
Some monks' bodies swelled like a balloon, emitting unstable and destructive energy fluctuations, and tried to rush to the official's house and explode themselves;
Some bodies turned into afterimages, their speed surged, and they launched attacks in ways that exceeded the limits of their bodies;
Others condensed all their energy and blood into one point and used a sound attack similar to a "lion's roar" in an attempt to shatter the officials' internal organs...
However, in the face of the endless high-tech weapons of the government and his own body that has been strengthened countless times, all these struggles seem so feeble.
This was a one-sided massacre.
The figure of the official shuttled among the crowd, like the god of death reaping life.
Every attack is bound to be accompanied by the death of an eminent monk.
In the end, when the last monk tore off his remaining arm with the official's bare hands, punched through the chest with another punch, and fell down with endless unwillingness and compassion, there was no one left standing in the entire Sumeru Illusory Realm except the official.
The gunfire stopped, and the hum of energy weapons disappeared.
In the magnificent and cold fantasy, only the official family is left alone.
The dragon robe was stained with blood, and he frowned slightly, seemingly displeased with the filth, and waved his hand casually.
A washing machine appears in the Sumeru Illusory Realm.
The official took off his dragon robe, revealing his muscular upper body, which was as sharp as an ax or a chisel.
He threw the blood-stained dragon robe into the drum of the washing machine, and the door closed silently.
A soft light lit up inside the washing machine, and the faint sound of whirlpool water could be heard.
The official's shirtless body was lazily leaning against the cold shell of the washing machine.
The illusory light strips cast changing light and shadow on his chiseled muscles.
He took out a slender cigarette from nowhere, held it in his mouth, rubbed it with his fingertips, and a cluster of flames ignited out of thin air, lighting the cigarette.
He took a deep breath, then raised his head and slowly exhaled a wisp of blue-white smoke.
Smoke swirled and rose under the magnificent illusion sky, blurring his face.
"Stretch your muscles and bones..." His deep voice was filled with a hint of satisfaction afterward, "It does feel much better."
"The anger in my heart has almost been vented."
His eyes swept across the empty battlefield.
With the death of those eminent monks, their bodies quickly disintegrated and vaporized under the rules of the illusion. However, round and lustrous objects were left in place, which were the relics condensed from the essence of the cultivation of the eminent monks.
These relics vary in size and color, some are pure white like snow, some are light gold, and some contain seven colors.
They float quietly on the mirror-like floor, like stars in the night sky, there are dozens of them.
The official's face finally showed a look that could be called "satisfaction".
He stretched out his hand and lightly grasped the void.
An invisible suction force was generated, and the relics scattered everywhere seemed to be pulled by invisible hands, turning into streams of light and flying towards his palm.
They circled and gathered above his palm, eventually forming clusters of fist-sized, dazzling balls of light.
Feeling the pure and huge power coming from the light ball, Guan Jia's eyes became extremely hot.
"After more than a hundred years of farming, it's finally the harvest season..."
He whispered to himself, then no longer hesitated, opened his mouth, and sucked in the ball of energy light condensed from the relics of the eminent monk!
"Wha--!"
Like a long whale sucking water, the ball of light containing the essence of Buddhism's most powerful cultivation turned into a torrent of condensed energy and disappeared into the official's mouth.
There seemed to be rivers surging within his body, and loud roars of volcanoes could be heard, which was the sound of crazily growing power.
His muscle lines seemed to be clearer, his bones crackled slightly, and his aura climbed crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming deeper.
After a while, the light subsided and the vision subsided.
The official slowly opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes.
He gently clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body.
"The current power is probably that of ten dragons and ten elephants, and Buddhist magical powers are..."
As soon as he thought, the surrounding Sumeru Illusory Realm receded like the tide, the brilliant light dissipated, and the empty and cold scene of Hall of Blessed Tranquility reappeared.
The officials were still sitting upright behind the bead curtain, as if they had never left the imperial couch.
He spoke in a calm voice and gave instructions to the old eunuch who stood aside with a face as pale as paper:
"According to my decree, Lin'an eminent monks from various temples deceived the emperor and ignored their superiors. Their crimes shall be punished. Immediately all temple properties under their names, including acres, houses, gold and silver, utensils, grain and fodder, etc., will be registered and filled into the internal funds. The monks involved will be severely punished according to the law, and their nine clans will be punished."
"Check it carefully for me. Don't miss every corner. These are all my money."
"My slave obeys the order!" The old eunuch's voice trembled, and he almost crawled out of the hall.
The official family, finally like an awakened evil dragon, opened its bloody mouth and aimed at the huge family fortune accumulated by Buddhism over the past dynasties.
Since the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Buddhists in China have enjoyed the privilege of exemption from service and tax exemption.
By the Song Dynasty, although Taizu of the Song Dynasty had imposed some restrictions, in general, especially in Southern Song, Buddhism became more and more prosperous due to factors such as the royal family's firm belief and the people seeking spiritual sustenance in social turmoil.
Temples are not only places for spiritual cultivation, but also huge economic entities.
One of them is land.
Through rewards from emperors, donations from nobles, offerings from believers and their own purchases, major temples are often connected to each other and spread across counties.
These lands may be cultivated by the monks themselves, or more often they are leased to landless peasant households and charged high rents. Their scale and income are no less than those of local tycoons.
The second is the amazing financial activities.
The commodity economy developed in the Song Dynasty, and the temple became an important financial center with its stability and reputation.
They opened "Eternal Life Treasury", also known as "Endless Storage", which was essentially an early financial institution engaged in mortgage and lending business.
People used clothing, gold, silver, and even land deeds as collateral to borrow money and food from temples.
The interest collected by the temple was cleverly labeled as "blessings" and "merit", which gave this exploitation a sacred cloak.
These "meritorious deeds" have accumulated, bringing a steady stream of wealth to the temple. Its treasury is so rich that sometimes even the government can't match it.
In addition, there were sesame oil money, religious income, and even running mills and shops, etc., which made the wealth and resources accumulated by temples in the Song Dynasty reach a staggering level.
What the officials want to plunder this time with the butcher's knife and the order of confiscation of homes is this amazing wealth that has lasted for hundreds of years and has gathered countless "beliefs" and "merit"!
Such a large and widely involved operation naturally requires an official with sufficient weight and "power" to execute it.
Soon, Chancellor Liang was summoned to the palace urgently.
Chancellor Liang knelt on the cold gold bricks, listening to the officials' orders to confiscate Buddhist properties and kill monks and relatives.
"The murderous nature is getting more and more serious..." Chancellor Liang's heart stirred up a storm, "Now there are eminent monks all over the city... Whose turn will it be next time?"
He couldn't help but think of his previous secret arrangement.
Those Lu Ban School people have never sent back the news. It seems that they probably failed. If they failed to get the relic, they would not be able to learn [Mind Reading]...
Under the control of such a monarch with unpredictable thoughts, cruel methods, and seemingly inhuman power, he felt like he was walking on a tightrope on a cliff. If he was not careful, he would be shattered to pieces.
He was thinking confusedly, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to make the slightest move.
"Love you."
Chancellor Liang froze and responded quickly, "I'm here, my old minister."
The official's voice was filled with a hint of playfulness, and he asked slowly:
"You want that "Mind Reading"... what do you plan to use it for?"
"If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Chancellor Liang opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't even pronounce a complete syllable. His mind went blank, leaving only the most primitive fear.
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