: The troops are divided into two groups

"The troops were divided into two groups, Wanwan, you sneaked into Luoyang City at night and 'persuaded' Shangguan Long and began to build momentum.

Don’t alarm the richest man in Luoyang Rong Fengxiang. If the news I got is correct, Rong Jiaojiao, the daughter of the Rong family, is one of the five Mingzis of the Ming Dynasty.”

Yang Lin slapped the ground with a palm, and the soil and rocks surged. A small bunch of earth was arched at the place where Ning Daoqi died, and a grave was built.

After all, the other party is one of the three great masters in the world and cannot be exposed to the wilderness of corpses.

This is respect for the enemy and respect for oneself.

The identity of a great master must be paid attention to.

He reached out to pick up a piece of wood, cut out a tombstone, and wrote down the five big words "Ning Daoqi's Tomb" and stood in front of the grave, with a smile in his eyes.

He casually ordered Wanwan to go to Luoyang to do business.

Shangguan Long of the Luoyang Gang was originally a subordinate of the Yingui Sect, but over the years, most of the top leaders of the gang have been attracted by Rong Fengxiang.

Sometimes he helps the Yingui Sect to do things, and sometimes he helps the Ming Zunshuo Sect to disrupt matters.

There is no need to distinguish these clearly.

Wanwan came forward as the next sect leader of the Yin Gui Sect and was also a saint. In addition, she was comparable to Zhu Yuyan's magic skills...

As long as her people arrive, no matter what the Luoyang Gang members have plans, they will definitely not dare to resist in person.

Moreover, after so much experience, Wanwan is also independent enough.

To deal with a local gang, she will only do better than Kou Zhong and will not be worse than him.

"Yes, the king, since Rong Fengxiang is not clear about his intentions, as the richest man in Luoyang, should he also control him?

Moreover, if we capture Rong Jiaojiao... the forces outside the Ming Zun Sect also come to the Central Plains to stir up trouble, they should not be allowed to let them go."

Wanwan was eager to try.

As soon as she debuted, she fell into Yang Lin's hands for the first time. After being conquered, she became Yang Lin's appearance from body to heart.

The Heart Sutra of the Crazy Girl can be said to be extremely evil and extremely orthodox.

Once the Lord and Slave are established, it will remain unchanged until death.

If you are loyal to the above, you don’t need to worry anymore.

Moreover, although this technique can subtly change some personal tendencies, there is no change in the personality and way of doing the person involved.

She is still the smart, eccentric little witch.

Doing things by any means is the basic operation.

At this time, she wanted to make more contributions and do more things to please her king. She was very proactive in doing things.

"Yes, ensure that the momentum is completed, and you can be as good as other things.

Wang Shichong and Yang Tong’s battle for power will not be ignored for the time being, let them bite the dog and destroy some strength.

Wang Shichong was fine, and he actually attracted a large number of masters. He only started to fight head-on with the Dugu family. He was not satisfied with the position of Duke Zheng. If he wanted to become emperor, he would let him do so."

"yes."

Wanwan smiled sweetly.

She knew what Yang Lin wanted to do.

After seeing him fight Ning Doqi, she had no worries at all.

I looked back and saw the light flowing in my eyes, and my beautiful body leaped like a cloud floating away.

This is heading straight to Luoyang City.

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Yang Lin glanced at Ning Daoqi's lonely grave, and there was still a residual smell of blood at the end of his nose.

He shook his head, turned around, and turned toward the direction of Kong's departure, and crossed the mountains and ridges with his big sleeves all the way south.

Not long after walking, I saw a long path paved with fine white stones in front of me, which could make the four horses go in parallel.

Going further upwards, there are eight hundred and eight white jade steps.

Looking up, I saw a vast temple on the platform on the mountainside.

Jingnian Zen Temple has arrived.

Jingnian Zen Temple is worthy of being one of the two holy places of Buddhism. The temple has more than hundreds of buildings, just like a small city.

In the middle there are seven main halls and a small bronze hall with a width of three meters and a depth of half a meter.

Except for the bronze hall, all buildings are covered with three-colored glazed tiles and are brightly colored.

It exudes luxury and solemnity.

In front of the bronze hall is a platform square with a vast and large area of ​​100 feet, made of white stone and surrounded by white stone railings.

In the middle, there is a bronze statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva riding a golden lion, and there are three Buddhas such as Medicine Buddhas, Sakyamuni and Amitabha next to the niche...

Various sculptures, colored sculptures and gold jewelry are quite bold.

Above the square, except for the four stone steps, there are five hundred arhats evenly distributed, all of which are made of gold and copper, and each of them looks lifelike.

Originally, as one of the two holy places of Buddhism and the most famous Buddhist temple in the world, it naturally had a great show.

Whether it is day or night.

It must be that the guards are tightly guarded and no one dares to break through.

Even if a noble man in Luoyang City wants to enter the temple to serve incense, he has to hand over the prayer letter early and get permission to go up.

But now, there is no one on duty. Looking around, I see a large number of bald monks who are showing off. There are two or three hundred people, all gathered on the square in front of the bronze hall.

Around a circle, with a compassionate face and chanting scriptures.

The sound of the chanting of the Buddhist scriptures is vast and distant, with the meaning of rebirth and the meaning of rebirth. You can hear the sadness, relief, and an indescribable sense of liberation.

Yang Lin could not hear any of his Buddhist scriptures without studying them. Which scripture were they chanting?

He came here this time, not to watch the ceremony.

Lekong was directly penetrated by his Yin-Yang Rosary, and his heart was wiped out. No matter how strong his vitality was, he would inevitably die.

Yang Lin was already very surprised that he could run back to the Zen temple and die again.

Actually, there is no difference.

Yang Lin didn't come to attend the funeral either.

His intention to come here is very simple.

After stepping over the long steps, he stretched out his finger and bounced slightly, and the huge bronze bell about five meters high on the bell tower was shaking.

A huge sound wave resounded like thunder, shaking the surrounding buildings.

Hundreds of monks were shocked in their expressions, awakened from the chanting of scriptures, and turned to look at them.

The leader of an old monk floated forward in a slight shape, followed by four monks with a height of nearly two meters and a muscle bulging.

These monks are actually quite old, and everyone frowned and looked fierce. They looked fierce. They held the demon-subduing pestle in their hands, which was convenient for shovels, bronze sticks, and tin ring Zen sticks.

The monk's robe was uncovered, and it was as yellow as a Vajra in the temple.

More than two hundred monks behind them, each holding a knife and a stick, posing a large circular formation, as if facing a great enemy.

"The King of Backers is coming late at night, but is he here to seek revenge?

Senior brother, Likong, is already dead in your hands. What kind of grudges cannot be resolved? If you want to forgive others, why should the donor be aggressive?"

The old monk looked full of compassion and there was a faint anger in his words.

It really responds to that saying, Buddha also has fire.

What's more, these monks who have not yet become Buddhas.

"It's boring to say this. I came to Luoyang without hindering the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism. Zen Master Kong and Ning Daoqi, regardless of their identity, ambush me late at night, what's the reason?"

Yang Lin shook his head: "Everything has its own causes and results. Since you, those who are pure and spiritual practitioners from outside, do not want to stay in the direction to enjoy the blessings, they have to come to the scene in person and take the chestnut from the fire. Then, when you lead the fire to burn your body, you must not blame others."

He walked slowly down, looked straight at hundreds of monks as if nothing had happened, and said coldly: "You Jingmian Zen Temple is a holy place for Buddhism in the Central Plains. You have presided over the mere doing such a disgraceful thing. Just say a few words and want to expose this matter. That is impossible.

Ning Daoqi has died, and Likong is dead. Old monk, whose name is, but I want to try my hand at the king?"

"I am a monk, Lefan... It is better to resolve enemies than to make a fortune. Senior Brother Lekong has paid a heavy price for what he did. Why should the king of the backing be angry on the innocent monks of Heshi?

If the bullying of the weak is spread, it will be detrimental to the prince's reputation."

"You are quite good at thinking about me. Since you know that you are a weak person, why don't you kneel down to greet me when you see me in front of you?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Yang Lin's eyes.

Look at the situation that is wrong, admit defeat, and pursue and fight relentlessly when you have the upper hand.

The monks played this trick very well.
Chapter completed!