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Text Chapter 119 Destruction of Jinguang Temple (Part 1)

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    Chapter 119: Everyone in Zhongnan Mountain finally arrived at their destination one after another. Due to the large number of people, they could only book a hotel at the foot of Mount Emei. During the off-season of tourism, a group of people suddenly moved this place  The hotel is covered, how can we not make the hotel owner smile?  As soon as he entered the hotel, Nan Yuzi gathered all the Zhongnanshan disciples who had cultivated above the Nascent Soul stage into the conference hall that he specially ordered the hotel to prepare.  Yuan Kongzi, Daniel, and Phil were naturally among them.  After seeing that everyone had arrived, Nan Yuzi cleared his throat and began to lay out the steps to attack the mountain: "Although the main target this time is the Emei sect, I am not prepared to go head-to-head with them all at once. We will  Let¡¯s first capture the Jinguang Temple, the second largest cultivation sect in Mount Emei. With the friendship between the Jinguang Temple and the Emei sect, Emei will definitely not let the Jinguang Temple be destroyed by us, and will come to rescue them. When the time comes, we will divide our troops and go all the way to their rescue.  Conduct an ambush." ??At this point, Nan Yuzi paused, raised his head and looked towards Yuan Kongzi and the others, wanting to hear if they had any different opinions.  Yuan Kongzi nodded at him, indicating that he had no objection, and motioned for him to continue.  Nan Yuzi spoke again: "If the ambush is successful, it will definitely greatly damage the morale of the Emei Sect and at the same time damage their strength to a certain extent. This will provide favorable conditions for us to finally capture Mount Emei. Of course, the Emei Sect also has  They may not come to the rescue. Although this possibility is very small, we have to consider it. If they ignore the life and death of Jinguang Temple, then this behavior of the Emei Sect will definitely chill other sects in Mount Emei.  In this way, we may be able to defeat the other sects one by one without any effort. When the time comes, the Emei sect will be unable to survive alone. We can destroy him if we want to destroy it ourselves." Nan Yuzi's words made the other sects nod frequently.  , very impressed.  Nan Yuzi himself seemed to have captured Mount Emei, and he was so proud that he began to dream of taking charge of Mount Emei.  Yuan Kongzi and the other three people on the side were very amused. After all, Mount Emei was once the leader in the world of cultivation. Although it has declined now, who knows if there are any old perverts who have lived for more than hundreds of years in the mountain, and whether there are any ancient legends.  The treasure that came down, Nan Yuzi, just don't cry when the time comes.  Of course, the three of the three words would not warn Nan Yuzi. After listening to my plan, the three of them were unable to defeat the soldiers in the end.  After seeing that no one had any objections, Nan Yuzi decided to go up the mountain tomorrow and perform an operation on the bald donkey of Jinguang Temple first.  After a night of silence, the next day, a group of people from Zhongnan Mountain headed straight for the Jinguang Temple with murderous intent.  Fortunately, the gates of these cultivation sects are hidden deep in the mountains and are not known to tourists. Otherwise, the fight later will definitely cause some unnecessary trouble.  Before everyone came to the mountain gate of Jinguang Temple, Nan Yuzi ordered his disciples to knock on the mountain gate.  After receiving Nanyu's instructions, the disciple walked up to the gate of Jinguang Temple very arrogantly and prepared to kick the door with his foot.  But before he kicked the door, the door opened automatically. The poor doorman suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell down.  He made such a big fool of himself as soon as he entered the battle, and Nan Yuzi couldn't help but feel embarrassed.  Just when he was about to have an attack, two rows of ten monks wearing green cassocks filed out from the mountain gate. Although the cassocks of these disciples of Jinguang Temple were worn out, they were very clean. In particular, the eyes of the ten monks were extremely clear, and they were incompatible with  Compared with the full eyes at the Zhongnan Mountain gate, it was really a world of difference.  The ten disciples of Jinguang Temple stood on both sides of the temple gate, and did not talk to the Zhongnanmen in front of the gate. They only focused on reciting "Amitabha" to themselves. In the midst of their chanting, a man in red cassocks appeared.  The monks came out of the middle door.  He waved his hand casually, and a gust of breeze rose from the ground, rolling up the disciple of the Zhongnan Sect who had been thrown to pieces, and sent him back to the Zhongnan Sect's square formation.  The wind was just right and didn't hurt him at all.  The moment the Zhongnan sect fell to the ground, the monk in red cassock also said: "All the benefactors of Zhongnan Mountain, please come back. We are originally guests from afar. Although our Jinguang Temple is a small sect, we must  The reception is considerate, but the murderous look in everyone's eyes is incompatible with my Buddhism. I would like to advise you to put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha. Please come back!" If Nan Yuzi could be dismissed with just a few words, then Nan Yuzi would not be what he is now.  The number two figure in the Zhongnan faction.  After listening to the words of the monk in red, Nan Yuzi smiled instead of being angry, but after half-smiling, he suddenly changed his face and said: "Since the master already knows that we are from the Zhongnan sect, then please let your golden light  Master Xinxuan, the abbot of the temple, is not qualified enough to speak.¡± ¡°The poor monk is the Xinxuan in the mouth of the donor, and he is worthy of being the current abbot of Jinguang Temple.¡± Because Nan Yuzi had only heard of the name Xinxuan before.  , I have never met a Xinxuan person, so I was made a joke by others.  ThisAt this time, Yuan Kongzi said in a nonchalant manner: "Fellow Taoist Nan Yuzi, you are really too blind to recognize Mount Tai. Master Xinxuan is a well-known eminent monk in Buddhism, but you don't know him, alas."  It was okay if Yuan Kongzi didn't say this, but after saying it, Nan Yuzi felt even more embarrassed.  But he couldn't get angry at Yuan Kongzi, so he could only blame Jin Guangsi for his anger.  When Yuan Kongzi finished speaking, Master Xinxuan glanced at Yuan Kongzi, and his eyes shot straight into Yuan Kongzi.  But Yuan Kongzi smiled, unmoved, and stared at Master Xinxuan.  Xinxuan only felt that his eyes fell into a vast ocean, sinking deeper and deeper.  Fortunately, he usually has a very high level of xinxing. As soon as he felt something was wrong, he immediately looked away, otherwise he would definitely suffer a hidden loss.  At this time, Xinxuan's head was already covered with cold sweat, while Wukongzi looked like a normal person.  After this coming and going, the level of cultivation between the two people was immediately distinguished.  Xinxuan couldn't understand when the Zhongnan sect had such a master in charge, and it seemed that this master didn't take Nan Yuzi seriously, and his character cultivation was as high as Xinxuan's, and he was also confused.  water.  But it is obvious that this master is on the opposite side of Jinguang Temple.  Thinking of this, Monk Xinxuan shouted "Amitabha", with a bit of tragedy in his voice.  "Old bald donkey, since you are the abbot of Jinguang Temple, you will save me a lot of time." Nan Yuzi, who was already furious, vented his anger on the head of the Xinxuan monk, "Just be obedient if you understand the situation."  The whole country surrenders to our Zhongnan sect, otherwise, today will be the day when your Jinguang Temple will be destroyed." Yuan Kongzi was also surprised by Nan Yuzi's words. He had seen such arrogance, but never anything like this.  Tangtang Yi, a member of the Zhongnan sect who claimed to be an upright leader, actually shouted in front of the other party that he wanted to destroy the other party's sect, which really opened Yuan Kongzi's eyes.  "The poor monk only knows the Jinguang Temple but not the Zhongnan sect. Please invite the donor back! Amitabha~" Monk Xinxuan did not give Nan Yuzi any face. He issued an expulsion order and made his position clear.  When the last sound of 'Amitabha' came out of Monk Xinxuan's mouth, a ripple visible to the naked eye, with Monk Xinxuan as its origin, swayed towards the people in Zhongnan Mountain. The unprepared people at the gate of Zhongnan Mountain were all forced back.  One step later, only Yuan Kongzi, Daniu, Phil and a few others were still standing in place.  Although Nan Yuzi was not forced to retreat, but seeing his disciple being forced to retreat by such a mysterious and bald-ass sentence, how could he, who usually has his eyes higher than his head, swallow this tone?  "Since you don't have to drink wine as a penalty for toasting, don't blame us for being rude and let go of the flying sword!" Nan Yuzi roared, taking the lead in sacrificing his flying sword and shooting it towards the monks of Jinguang Temple.  The other disciples of Zhongnanshan who had flying swords also followed suit and raised their flying swords, and Monk Xinxuan attacked.  I don't know when, the monks in green cassocks sat cross-legged on the ground with Monk Xinxuan, chanting Buddhist scriptures. Circles of yellow ripples surged out from their bodies, resisting the nearly a hundred people.  Flying sword.  Although their cultivation is good, the disadvantage in numbers is obvious. The color of the ripples against the flying swords is getting darker and darker, and hundreds of flying swords are approaching them little by little.  There was a monk in Tsing Yi whose mouth was already bloodshot.  Everyone knows that if this continues, these eleven monks from Jinguang Temple will sooner or later be strangled by these flying swords.  A smile appeared on the corners of Nan Yuzi's lips.  Monk Xinxuan also knew that this was not the way to go. He picked up the rosary in his hand, bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the rosary, and threw the rosary into the air.  The rosary beads scattered in mid-air, and each bead turned into ten, ten into hundreds, hundreds into tens of millions, and hit the hundreds of flying swords like raindrops.  Flying swords of better quality can survive for a while in this rain of beads. On the other hand, those of lower quality were immediately smashed into a pile of scrap copper and iron as soon as they encountered this rain of beads, and the swords were stained.  Hollows cause distress to their owners.  Although the quality was not good, it was still a flying sword. It turned into a scrap in the blink of an eye. It really made those disciples cry without tears.  Seeing this scene, Yuan Kongzi shook his head and sighed, thinking: This monk Xinxuan is still too soft-hearted. If this rain of beads falls on the head of the disciple of Zhongnan Mountain, maybe there will be a turn for the better.  Come on, although the flying sword broke a few handles, it did not damage the roots. Alas, is this monk Xinxuan stupid because he is practicing Buddhism in the mountains?  But this string of beads is really good. It seems that monk Xinxuan's cultivation is not enough, otherwise there would be no need to spray such a mouthful of blood on it.  I'll keep this string of beads until we meet again. Anyway, this Jinguang Temple is destined to be played out today, and there's no use keeping such a treasure.
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