Chapter 210: Kill but not cross
The golden Buddha light that enveloped the sky above Jingnian Zen Temple had dissipated at some point.

Instead, there were streaks of lightning connected horizontally and vertically.

From a distance, it looks like a huge net covering the entire Zen temple.

The thunder extended densely in all directions, but there was not a single flash of light.

Because the rolling lightning was not the normal purple color, but as black as ink.

It gives people an extreme sense of depression and destruction.

"Zheng!"

The inky black lightning net was connected in all directions, accompanied by a loud sword sound.

The sword rang and the sword light fell.

Crisp and cold as ice.

Just a blink of an eye.

The sword light, carrying a fierce murderous aura, poured down.

There is no fixed target, and it looks more like an indiscriminate attack.

"who?"

"How brave!"

Several loud shouts rang out at the same time.

This terrible attack was too sudden and too violent.

Most people in the field had no ability to react at all.

But there are still some experts in the field at this time.

Especially those people in the sky, they are the ancestors of various Buddhist sects.

The monks and nuns attacked almost at the same time.

A Buddha's light appeared above the celestial monk's head, extending out like a mist.

Dini raised his hand at the same time and shot out a beam of sword light.

Opposite them, the several people from the Tantric Buddhism also had different reactions.

Lotus Saint raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the sky, and a hint of thought flashed in his eyes.

The two Gelugpa monks waved their hands slightly to protect a small number of monks below them.

"boom!"

The lightning rolled down, impacting the roaring Buddha's light.

And the sword light that slashed out also fell like rain.

"Stab, stab, stab."

A hair-raising tearing sound was heard, followed by a waterfall of blood.

The Buddha's light turns into blood light, and the pure land is stained with dust.

In just a moment, the entire Jingnian Zen Temple turned into a battlefield.

Boundless anger instantly appeared on the celestial monk's face.

They both reacted immediately.
But the opponent's attack was too sudden and too decisive and terrifying.

Even though the two tried to block it, they were not able to completely stop the attack.

There were a large number of casualties among the monks gathered at the scene.

Although today's Jingnian Temple is home to monks from all over the Sui Dynasty.

But for this Dharma Assembly, all the people from Jingnian Zen Temple came out.

And it is not known whether the attacker did it on purpose, but under the sword light, the disciples of Jingnian Zen Temple actually occupied half of them.

How could the celestial monk, the founder of the Zen temple, not be angry?

After the sword light fell, a figure in plain clothes slowly emerged from the void.

Look at the Taoist robe on the other person.

Several people in the field frowned at the same time.

In such a special occasion, it is not normal for a Taoist with terrifying strength to suddenly appear.

The celestial monk frowned, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything in anger, he just said in a calm voice:
"You are so powerful, you must be a Taoist master."

"I don't know why you broke into my Buddhist ceremony?"

"And with your strength, attacking an ordinary disciple of my Buddhist sect would be beneath your dignity, right?"

The celestial monk did not recognize the other party's identity.

But if you think about it, someone with such strength must not be a simple character.

"Bullying the weak? Haha!"

"This is really ridiculous. Your disciples of the Buddhist sect are the younger generation. Do you think my disciples should be bullied? Do you really think that my sword is not good enough?"

The old Taoist priest spoke coldly.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the field was stunned at the same time.

This old Taoist priest actually came here to stand up for his disciple.

"This... May I ask what your Taoist name is, which sect you are from, and who your disciples are? I think there may be a misunderstanding." The heavenly monk frowned.

The old Taoist sneered again when he heard this:

"The old Taoist Deng Ziyang has no sect or school. As for the old Taoist disciple Li Yuanba!"

As soon as the words fell, many people in the field showed strange expressions. Two of them trembled all over and their pupils shrank rapidly.

The celestial monk sensed it the first moment, glanced downward, and had a general idea in his mind.

The title of Zi Yang is not simple. Zhang Boduan, one of the five southern ancestors of Quanzhen in the Song Dynasty, was named Zi Yang Zhenren.

But it was obvious that the old Taoist priest in front of him was not Zhang Boduan.

First of all, the other party added the word Deng in front of Zi Yang, which should be the other party’s real name.

In addition, Zhang Boduan was not a radical in Taoism. On the contrary, like Wang Chongyang, one of the Five Northern Patriarchs, he advocated the unity of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and he was not strongly opposed to Buddhism.

"Master, you must have misunderstood. I have never heard of the name Li Yuanba, and no one in my Zen temple has ever attacked him." The heavenly monk spoke slowly.

"Hahahaha. Hahahahaha."

Deng Ziyang laughed softly at first, and then his laughter became louder and louder.

A cold, sharp laugh rolled out.

"They joined forces with the Taoists to attack my disciple who has not yet awakened, and wanted to refine him into a single-soldier puppet."

"Now that you don't even know me, you want to let this go?"

Deng Ziyang's voice became colder.

"Sir, this matter..."

The celestial monk spoke again, but was interrupted by Deng Ziyang before he could finish.

"No need to say more. It doesn't matter whether it's your Zen temple or not. I'm not here to seek the truth."

"Someone from your Buddhist sect intervened in my disciple's matter. It is enough for me to know this."

"Whether it is the Pure Mind Monastery, the Shaolin Zen Temple, or even the Three Treatises on the Avatamsaka Sutra, I don't care."

As the words slowly fell, Deng Ziyang's aura also gushed out.

The thundering sword light rose up, accompanied by a huge Dharma image.

"My life philosophy is to kill, not save!"

"I came to the Jingnian Zen Temple for only one purpose, which is to kill people."

"boom!"

The huge thunder, accompanied by the sword light, fell with a loud bang.

At the same time, Deng Ziyang's sharp voice:

"The Nine Gods of the Big Dipper, respond and divide your spirits, the Northern Emperor subdues the demons!"

"Boom, boom, boom."

The monks and nuns had no time to say anything because the terrible attack was directed at them.

"Hahaha, good, a good one that only kills but does not cross."

The changes on the field did not give anyone any time to react.

Originally thought to be a dispute between exoteric and esoteric Buddhism, but unexpectedly a Taoist master suddenly jumped out and started fighting as soon as he appeared.

Before everyone could come to their senses.

A loud laugh suddenly rang out.

Looking at the figures that suddenly emerged from the air.

Almost everyone's expression changed, simply because of the Taoist robes they were wearing.

If it was only Deng Ziyang, it might be for personal revenge.

But with so many Taoists appearing at the same time, it is obviously not that simple.

The first person to laugh was none other than Lin Lingsu.

Qilin Zhenren also nodded at the same time: "North Pole Ziwei, the Great Emperor's Dharma Image. I didn't expect that this Taoist fellow respected the Great Emperor Beiji Ziwei and even condensed the Northern Emperor's Dharma Subduing Magic Image."

The two of them communicated without any scruples, paying no attention to the Buddhists around them.

The faces of the many eminent monks on the platform below were already as gloomy as water.

They recognized Qi Hui who was beside the two men. It was needless to say what the other party's purpose was in gathering so many Taoist masters and breaking into the Zen temple.

At the first moment, Daoxin, as well as Di Xin Jiaxiang and others around him, raised their hands at the same time, and a unique light shone between their brows.

Lin Lingsu and Qilin Zhenren sensed it at the same time. They turned their heads and glanced at a few people casually, but did not take any action to stop it.

"Buzz!"

Just a breath.

A crack suddenly appeared in the void.

Endless Buddha light gushed out.

"Amitabha, the Taoist sect is so brazenly intruding on my Buddhist Dharma Assembly, are they trying to stir up another dispute between Buddhism and Taoism?"

"When the fighting starts, the world is stained with blood. How can you bear it?"

A peaceful voice slowly floated down.

Qi Hui's smiling face quickly turned gloomy, and he spoke word by word: "Dharma's first disciple, Huike."

"Amitabha, originally the Taoist Master Qihui of Louguan."

Huike clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Forgive my ignorance, I wonder who these two masters are?"

"Shenxiao Lin Lingsu."

"The Moral Sect Qilin."

The two glanced at each other and spoke in a calm voice.

As soon as the words came out, almost everyone in the field showed shock.

Just from their appearance, they really couldn't recognize the two people's origins, because they had rarely appeared in the outside world, and even few people in their own country had seen their true faces.

But just because you haven’t seen them doesn’t mean you haven’t heard of their names.

Especially Buddhist monks.

"It turns out that it is the Golden Gate Feathered Guest and Qilin Zhenren who have come to visit." Huike continued to laugh.

After hearing Huike's voice, many monks in the field put away their nervous expressions.

Don't blame them for this.

To Buddhist monks, the names of Lin Lingsu and Qilin Zhenren are no different from those of demons.

After all, the person who appeared before him was the chief disciple of Bodhidharma.

Moreover, Huike did not appear alone, there were three old monks floating beside him.

Needless to say, they must be the founders of Tiantai, Huayan, and Sanlun. So including the celestial monks and earthly nuns, all the founders of the Great Sui Buddhist sect have gathered together, a total of six masters.

As for the Taoist side, there are only four people including Qi Hui.

Moreover, if it is really a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, the Tantric monks on the opposite side may not just stand idly by.

So no matter how you look at it, the Buddhist sect has the upper hand at this time.

"Hui Ke?" Lin Lingsu stood with his hands behind his back and shook his head gently.

"What a shame. I thought I could meet the Zen master Bodhidharma."

When these words were spoken, even many Buddhists took a deep breath.

This person really has a big tone.

You should know that in Buddhism, Bodhidharma's name has long been deified.

He is even praised by many as the person closest to Buddha Shakyamuni in the history of Buddhism.

But from what he said, it seemed that he wanted to fight with the founder of Zen Buddhism.

But when they thought about the other party's identity, everyone felt it was normal.

This is an extremely ruthless person who tried to destroy Buddhism alone and almost succeeded.

Huike glanced at Lin Lingsu lightly, but did not respond to her. Instead, he looked at Qi Hui.

"Master Qi Hui has once again stirred up the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism. This move is truly heartbreaking."

"But I didn't expect that Louguan Dao would ask for help from the Song Dynasty and Beimang this time."

Huike smiled and said, "Could it be that the people who are in charge of the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism in the Sui Dynasty are actually people from other countries?"

Hearing Huike's mocking voice, Qi Hui's face became extremely ugly.

"Oh?"

It was at this moment that Huike suddenly let out a soft cry.

Because outside the Jingnian Zen Temple, six auras rose up at the same time.

"So they are the Ten Elders of Tiangu, but only four out of ten are gone. I wonder if the Ten Elders of Tiangu still have some of their fighting power."

Huike chuckled repeatedly.

Qi Hui shouted in a stern voice: "Hui Ke, you bald donkey, I will definitely avenge the four ancestors."

"Amitabha." Huike turned his eyes away gently and ignored Qihui.

"Fellow Taoist, how are you?"

Lin Lingsu ignored the conversation between Huike and Qihui, but just looked at Master Qilin and smiled.

"We can't let Daoist Fellow Zi Yang take all the credit. Four is barely enough."

Qilin Zhenren laughed.

There was a flash of light on his body, and two shadows took a step to the left and right.

"One Qi transforms three pure things."

Everyone in the field exclaimed.

But before they could react.

All the sounds in the field were drowned out by endless thunder.

A vague and cold voice floated down from the sky.

"There are nine heavens, and the Divine Heaven is the highest."

"Thunder comes!"

Refa.

When Deng Ziyang took action before, he also used thunder magic.

But among the opponent's lightning, the more important thing is the sword light that subdues demons.

What appeared on the scene at this time was pure lightning.

In Taoism, all major sects actually know some level of thunder magic.

But the most famous one among them must be the Shenxiao Sect.

This can be said to be a sect that truly specializes in thunder magic.

Five colors, five lights, five elements of thunder.

Completely occupied the entire sky.

Although there were only two people, it was obvious that they did not take the Buddhist monk in front of them seriously.

And with one move, he overwhelmed the opponent's momentum.

"Shaolin monks, listen up, the Brahman formation."

On the square, Dao Xin suddenly leaped forward and shouted.

And as the voice fell.

Suddenly, streams of aura rose up in the Jingnian Zen Temple and quickly connected in the air.

"One hundred and eight, Arhat formation."

There was a cry of surprise from the field.

It was not someone else, but Liaokong.

Looking at the aura emanating from all over the Zen temple, how could he not be shocked as the abbot?

The One Hundred and Eight Arhats formation is Shaolin's most powerful formation and also the mountain-protecting formation.

And now he appeared in Jingnian Zen Temple.

Looking at the many monks who entered the Zen temple to attend the ceremony in the name of independent practitioners or monks from other temples, they now showed their pure Shaolin Kung Fu one after another.

Even a fool would know that this must have been Dao Xin's arrangement.

At this moment, not only Dao Xin, but even the several people from the Tantric Buddhism in the air frowned solemnly.

One hundred and eight arhats, four patriarchs of the sects, plus heavenly monks and earthly nuns.

This lineup is simply terrifying.

The sudden appearance of the Taoist people obviously exceeded everyone's expectations.

In other words, all these things were actually arranged for their Tantric Buddhism.

Just imagine what would happen if the 108 Arhats suddenly erupted during the battle.

Gendun Zhuba raised his eyebrows and his aura suddenly flashed, but in just a second, it was suppressed by Gelebasang beside him.

Gelebasang frowned and shook his head slowly at the other party.

The two men considered for a long time and finally did not make a move, but Sonam from the Sakya sect on the other side stepped out directly.

A terrifying aura surged out and rushed forward.

The second Sakya of the Sakya school of Tantric Buddhism attacked without any warning.

And judging from its direction, it is facing the Taoist people.

It is obvious that in the two major struggles, the dispute between exoteric and esoteric Buddhism and the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, the founder of the Sakya school chose to stand on the side of Buddhism.

"Om."

At the moment Suonan made his move, the formation of one hundred and eight arhats was completely set up, and a towering golden arhat appeared out of thin air.

At the same time, Huike and the other three sects' founders also took action.

Sakya Sonam, the four great ancestors, and the Arhats of the Great Array launched attacks on the two Taoists from three directions at the same time.

The Lotus Saint, who had been sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

But there was no sign of any aura on his body. He just took a deep look ahead and then sighed softly.

Gelebasang, who was standing on the right, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

From the very beginning, he had been paying attention to the Nyingma patriarch.

If I had known this major event, it was this person who initiated it.

However, since his appearance, the Nyingma Patriarch's behavior has been very strange. It doesn't seem like he is here to fight, but rather like a passerby.

And this sudden sigh at this moment, further aroused Gelebasang's sensitive nerves.

At their level, their spiritual perception has already reached an extremely sensitive level.

At that moment just now, an extremely uneasy feeling arose in his heart.

In fact, it was not just Gelebasang at this time.

The Second Sakya Sonam, Huike and the three sects' patriarchs who had already been deployed to the battlefield from the air, and even the celestial monks and nuns who were fending off Deng Ziyang's attacks, had a premonition almost at the same time.

"boom!"

With an explosion, several people stopped their attacks at the same time and turned to look to their sides.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

And slight vibrations were transmitted to their ears at the right time.

The sky, the ground, and all directions.

There was a vibration everywhere, but I couldn't sense the source.

Of course, this is for those ordinary masters.

The several masters in the field were immediately furious.

"Om."

It was at this moment that there was an even louder roar.

The whole sky suddenly darkened.

Four light curtains suddenly rose from four directions, rising higher and higher, and finally slowly closed in the sky.

"boom!"

And at the moment when the light curtain merged, a horrifying loud bang was heard.

Everyone felt oppressed, as if the sky was pressing down on their heads and could fall at any time.

"That, that is Luoyang City..." Others around also noticed the clues and spoke incoherently.

The direction where the light curtain appeared was exactly the edge of Luoyang City. There were four light curtains in four directions.

In other words, Luoyang City had been completely blocked at this time.

"Military formation!"

Huike spoke in a deep voice, his eyes flickering.

Then he quickly turned his head and looked at Le Lekong, who was the abbot of Jingnian Zen Temple and the local tyrant in Luoyang.

"Military formation, Luoyang defenders? No, that's impossible. They won't do that, and they can't do that." Lekong shook his head repeatedly.

"Who is it then?" Lekong's mind was in a mess. Everything that happened today was beyond his ability to think.

"No need to guess, here it comes."

Huike spoke in a deep voice.

In the sky, where the light curtain closed, a red flag suddenly waved out from the huge dome.

"Military flag?" someone exclaimed.

"No, that's not a military flag. It seems, it seems to be the military soul?"

Soon another shout was heard in the field.

Flag, military soul.

The military souls of each unit are different, but the one that manifests as a flag can be said to be unique.

"Is… is it him? Gao… Gao Changsheng!"

Accompanied by trembling sounds.

Above the sky, where the flag was hovering, a figure slowly emerged.

Can't see clearly.

But the cold and indifferent look that looked down at them pierced into everyone's heart.

(End of this chapter)