The Bukong Mountain assigned to He Xie is located in the peaks of the Lingshan Mountains.

One hundred monks and monks greeted the master at the door early. They were all disciples assigned to He Xie by the Western religion.

The plaque on the temple gate was empty, apparently waiting for He Xie to nominate himself.

He Xie thought for a while, summoned the two dragon swords, and engraved the three characters of "Buzheng Temple" on the plaque with the sword-fighting technique, and couldn't help grinning.

"Congratulations to the Venerable Venerable for opening a mountain and a temple!" One hundred monks shouted in unison.

"There is a reward!" He Xie was in a good mood, took out a box of gold bars from the Sumeru ring, and signaled the nearby monks to distribute it.

In the next few hours, He Xie rectified the internal affairs of the Unzheng Temple, sealed off a few deacons and acquaintances, established rules in the temple, and appointed two little monks with red lips and white teeth as his attendants.

After some busy work, He Xie began to retreat in the cleaned meditation room.

He was not in a hurry to cultivate, but went through the whole thing from the beginning to the end, carefully analyzed every detail, and secretly recorded any inappropriateness or doubts in his heart. This process lasted for nearly a day. He Xie's brain was about to explode before he stopped.

This is a dangerous world. Today, He Xie is walking a tightrope among several giants. If he is not careful, he will be doomed. He must plan his every step and try not to leave loopholes and handles.

Then, He Xiecai took out the golden light armor, and his divine sense invaded it, and suddenly a phrase poured into his mind. This is the method of refining this magic weapon and its magical effect.

He Xie checked it carefully, and couldn't help showing a strange look on his face, and his face was gloomy and uncertain.

This Buddha - sure it wasn't intentional?

First of all, there is no doubt that this is a good treasure, but this treasure has two wonderful uses. One is the primary form, which turns into a shield to resist all magical powers and attacks; Avoid everything.

To put it more bluntly, this thing will really turn into a turtle shell, and after activation, the limbs and head must be retracted into the turtle shell, which is the ultimate defense state.

I'm such a great swordsman, what's the matter with giving me a turtle shell?

The style doesn't match!

He Xie was a little tangled in his heart, but it was just awkward.

This treasure must be refined, and it must be used. After all, having it is equivalent to an extra life-saving trump card, although it is a bit ugly and ugly.

He Xie secretly swears in his heart that anyone who sees this golden armor in its full form in the future must be killed to the point of annihilation, and cannot be left alive.

Otherwise, if he is finally called "Turtle Arhat" or "Shrunk Head Venerable", will he still be alive?

bring it on!

He Xie started refining according to the magic formula.

There are no years in the mountains, half a year flies by in the blink of an eye.

He Xie refined the golden light armor three months ago, and now he continues to practice and consolidate his realm.

Thanks to the fact that his fruit status was not integrated with himself, his subsequent cultivation gains were not based on the fruit status. To the point where he has practiced, every step up a small step requires a lot of energy, and it can be considered leisurely for three years and five years once he is closed.

If it is cultivation, it will take longer.

On this day, He Xie's practice was interrupted, and the deacon came to report, saying that a distinguished guest came to the door.

"Heaven's Good and Evil Envoy Taibaijinxing?" He Xie was amazed. Since he came to this world, he has only had contact with some people from the Western religion, not even Bodhisattva and Buddha. Except for killing the spider spirit, he can Said to be reclusive.

He couldn't understand, how Taibaijinxing would come directly to the door.

While thinking about it, He Xie did not neglect, and ordered the monks in the temple to open the temple door, put on a cassock himself, and went out to greet him in person.

As soon as I arrived in the front yard, I saw an old man with long eyebrows and long beard, standing in front of the door, holding a handle of floating dust in his hand, stroking his beard and smiling.

He Xie stepped forward quickly, folded his hands and bowed and said: "The noble envoy from Heaven is here at our temple, but the poor monk failed to greet him far away. It's a sin."

Taibaijinxing laughed heartily and returned the salute: "I have heard for a long time that the newly promoted Jingtan Venerable Lingshan has a fully enlightened Buddha nature, and he has the appearance of becoming a Buddha. When I see it today, the old man knows that the rumor is true, and the unrighteous Venerable has a great future."

"Your honorable envoy is wrong, and the poor monk is ashamed to be worthy of it." He Xie returned the salute, "The poor house is simple, if you don't abandon it, please move in and use some incense tea."

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey." Tai Jinxing was also polite, and walked in with a smile.

The two entered the hall, and the monks served tea and snacks, and quickly retreated behind closed doors.

At first glance, Taibaijinxing is a long-sleeved good dancer, with exquisite faces, smiling and chatting with He Xie, pulling from east to west, laughing from time to time.

He Xie didn't bother to guess what medicine he was selling in the gourd, he just laughed and chatted with him.

After the fifth cup of tea, Taibaijinxing suddenly sighed and said: "The last time this old man went to the realm, it was a year ago in the year of the heavens. At that time, the Buddha's light in the West Niu Hezhou was shining, and all beings were healthy. I don't want to come back now, but a pair of demons are rampant. The fact that the people are not talking about life is really very emotional."

He Xie's heart moved, and a secret message came.

Sure enough, Taibaijinxing continued: "A few days ago, when the Emperor Fengdu of the underworld got the Lingxiao Palace, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com complained that Xiniu Hezhou has been filled with eighteen hells for nearly a hundred years, even the city of death. It is also full of ghosts and overwhelmed. Venerable, the West is a pure land, why is it so?”

He Xie believed that Taibai had no need to lie to himself, and in his observation, this was indeed the case.

Every county, county and mountain in the entire Xiniu Hezhou is guarded by demons, some are scattered demons, and more are Western disciples.

These demons use all means to obtain incense on weekdays. Although they are in the Samana, they are still bloodthirsty and ruthless, and their nature is revealed.

For all this, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the Lingshan Mountain, the Heavenly Kings and Arhats, seem to be selectively blind and blind.

He Xie asked himself that he was also a cold-blooded and cruel person.

I don't want to talk about it, just say that the seven spider spirits from half a year ago, when He Xie entered his cave, he saw with his own eyes several human corpses hung naked on iron hooks, disemboweled like livestock, and burned to death. Hair, guts removed.

There is also a plate on the stovetop to steam the brains, copy the tendons in oil, and grill the steaks…

What is simmering in the pot is heart and lung soup.

In the hellish scene of Shura, He Xie even wanted to catch the seven spider spirits and kill them again.

No one who has not lost their humanity will definitely not tolerate this kind of thing, but at the foot of Lingshan, this kind of cruelty to the human race has become a norm.

The Buddhas above Lingshan are merciful, claiming to save all beings, but at the foot of Lingshan is hell, which has to be said to be an irony.