Chapter 165 This body and this place are all legends!

When everyone was still immersed in the joy of the New Year, the evil disaster suddenly appeared. In other words, disasters always appear when they are not prepared, accompanied by something similar to the shattering of the air machine.

With a loud sound, a huge ferocious bird fell from the sky and descended on the world.

He opened his sharp claws and directly grabbed a person's shoulder, then tore that person apart like he was crushing tofu.

Blood and organs exploded.

It splashed on the ground and on the people around.

Dissipates heat.

Next to him were his parents with white temples. They were just talking about the New Year. The man said that he had earned some money this year and would buy some nice things for his parents during the New Year, buy a bottle of good wine, and pull cloth to make something fashionable.

For clothes, his parents were a little reluctant for their children to spend money. After saying a few words, the man became a little angry and went to buy things by himself. His parents followed behind and felt a little embarrassed.

Say enough, enough, the clothes at home can still be worn.

The same goes for wine worth thirty-five cents.

Just when you are saving money, you can't be so lavish.

Then in the blink of an eye he died here.

After his mother became stunned, she almost instinctively pounced on her son's bloody son. Another vicious bird pounced down. The old man with a slightly bent waist picked up a stool from a stall next to him and smashed it angrily, blocking it in front of his wife and children.

, and then was torn into pieces, the white-haired and wrinkled woman had tears in her eyes, and the third one fell to the ground.

The tragedy in an instant turned the entire street from festive and joyful to tragic panic.

People were pulling their children, or running wildly, with panic in their eyes, and this scene appeared in more than two hundred cities and towns throughout Zhongzhou at the same time. The tragic blood soaked such a majestic city, and fierce monsters emerged from the sky.

Falling down, tearing people's flesh and blood and destroying their bodies arbitrarily.

People ran away in panic and hid in the house, but they soon discovered that, not to mention the thatched roofs of ordinary poor people, even those houses in rich families with masonry structures and horizontal timbers as beams were all different.

Unable to withstand the penetration of these demons, the shivering man hiding in the house with his child raised his head and saw cracks in the masonry.

There was fear in his eyes, and the child asked: "Dad, the house is moving..."

"Nothing, it's okay."

He forced a smile, then held the child in his arms, turned around and faced the outside with his back.

A huge fierce bird swooped down and the man turned pale, and suddenly an invisible force of energy swept over him.

In an instant, the fierce bird turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

A talisman appeared in the room. The white-haired old Taoist held a sword and said: "Don't move."

"Stay within the range of the talisman."

"you are……"

The man's eyes widened and his face turned pale. Before he could ask any questions, the old Taoist from the Yang Yang Temple walked out again.

The long sword sweeps across to kill demons, and the talisman is swept out to disperse the dirty energy, ensuring temporary safety.

Before the Taoist Xiantian Yiqi was retrieved, the life treasure was retrieved. Once the three talents are complete, the Taoist's state will always remain at the peak of condensing the Xiantian Yiqi and will not decline due to age. However, even so, there are still limits, the old Taoist

People's talismans were constantly being depleted, and he knew very well that this was no longer a problem that a mere Taoist priest with an innate talent could handle.

Not even a real person can solve such a calamity, which has been planned for a long time to wipe out millions of people in a city.

However, how can people in the world sit idly by and watch the affairs of the world?

It cannot be done, but it must be done.

Two hundred years of practicing Taoism are not in vain.

"The sound is too weak, the filth is scattered!"

The old Taoist slashed away with his sword.

He tried his best to save people. Even though his strength was weak, he could still save people. Practicing requires cultivating the mind. The Dao is never ruthless.

And more people choose to instinctively run to temples and Taoist temples after discovering that their houses cannot protect them.

There is Jueming Temple in the capital of Zhongzhou. It is a very large and luxurious temple. It has a Buddhist hall and a Buddhist temple. Among them are thousands of Buddha statues and the Buddha's golden body. They are all extremely exquisite and can be called treasures. Now people are flocking here, wanting to come in.

, but at this time, the door of the temple is closed.

People were crying and banging on the door outside.

But the door could not be opened, the monks looked sad, the old abbot sighed, and suddenly there was a noise.

"What's the noise about?!!"

"Ah, Uncle Supervisor of the Temple."

"this……"

Many young monks got out of the way, and a tall monk with a somewhat oily face and a greedy mouth came over. He frowned for a long time with a Buddhist bead in his hand. He raised his hand to push away the surrounding monks, walked up to the old monk, and said politely:

"What are you doing, host? Why don't you open the door!"

"You want to die without saving me?!"

The old host said sadly: "The rooms and guest rooms are already full of people."

"All the monks are here. If they give their houses to the people, the demons will fall from the sky."

"The rooms in the temple have been smudged by incense and air for a long time, and they can still withstand some resistance. Without the shelter of the house, the people who come here will die, and it will attract more demons. In that case, the people who are hiding in the house now will also

Will die... Zhen Jing, do you understand the choice between saving some people, or arrogantly wanting to save them all, but letting everyone die in the end?"

"Buddhist disciples are still capable of fighting and will protect this person hiding in this temple."

The supervising monk Zhen Jing was silent and suddenly cursed: "Silly bald donkey!"

"I have a solution!"

He turned around and strode away, and went directly to the Thousand Buddhas Hall. Soon there was a burst of shattering sounds, and the sound of the Buddha statue breaking into pieces was heard. The monk actually directly took the Buddha statue that had been enshrined for thousands of years.

They were all broken into pieces and then thrown out of the hall like garbage.

In the end, he didn't give up and ran straight to the Main Hall. The old monk was startled, then turned pale with shock and said:

"True Mirror, what are you going to do?!"

"do what?"

The monk laughed loudly, and many monks were frightened. They ran towards each other and were immediately frightened. They saw the monk carrying the statue of Buddha from the Mahavira Hall on his back. He walked out step by step and raised his eyes because he was carrying the Buddha on his back.

So no one dared to block his way and let him walk out, saying:

"Practice Buddhism, save the world and save people!"

"Isn't there a house here? Hahahaha, old man, you are still not as smart as me."

"Why don't you let me be the host?"

"The Hall of Thousand Buddhas has received incense from the common people for thousands of years. Disciples, take the statues of Buddhas and burn Buddhist scriptures to form a grand formation!"

"yes!"

Monk Zhen Jing laughed loudly: "My disciple, open the door!"

The young monks hurriedly ran to open the door, and people rushed in. You pushed me, and you wanted to stuff yourself in. It was chaotic and noisy, including crying, making noise, and yelling and cursing.

, was extremely confused, wishing that everyone in front of him would fall behind him, but suddenly he heard a roar:

"If you make any further moves, the poor monk will throw you all out, smash you to the ground, and smash you into a pulp to attract the monsters!"

Everyone was startled and their hearts seemed to stop beating. They turned around and saw a monk standing there, it was the monk overseeing the temple.

He raised his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Buddhist disciples form a stick formation, the younger ones go first, then the younger ones, and finally the older ones."

An old man who was drunk said angrily: "Why?! Isn't it said that we respect the elderly and love the young?"

Zhen Jing sneered: "You have already lived for decades, and you don't have many years left. Young people still have decades to live. Are you going in and letting young people wait outside to die?"

The old man was startled and said angrily: "What kind of monk are you!"

The monk directly scolded him back: "I'm just a monk, if you want me to come or not, get out!"

In the end, those who were able to come here alive were accepted into the temple. The monks crushed the statues of the Thousand Buddha Hall and used these statues that had absorbed thousands of years of incense to write Buddhist scriptures on the walls and pillars of the temple.

Putting pen to paper, the Buddhist destiny is dignified and upright. The true mirror stands outside the temple gate, eyes closed, expression calm, shoulders relaxed.

The Buddha statue in the Main Hall fell heavily to the ground, blocking the mountain gate.

The Buddha was compassionate and looked ahead.

Zhen Jing was holding a long mixed-iron stick, and behind him were monks who were either young or no longer young, and said:

"Everyone, form a formation."

"yes!"

The hustle and bustle of so many people attracted many demons when they were running away. Zhen Jing opened his eyes slightly, shouted violently, and swung his long stick to kill among the many demons.
To be continued...