Chapter 678: Swords Suppress the Pure Mind Temple

Da Da Da...

The sound of horse hooves was crisp, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

One man, one horse, and one broadsword, wearing a bamboo hat and a black scarf on his face.

This is the most popular dress in the martial arts world in recent years.

However, there has never been an imitator who came to the gate of Jingnian Zen Temple to act wildly.

Today, Jia Huan, the real owner, came in person!

"Stop, this is Jingnian Zen Temple, not a place where you can act wild!"

At the gate, two strong young monks shouted loudly, looking at Jia Huan with disdain.

Jingnian Zen Temple is a holy place of Buddhism, not just cats and dogs are qualified to come.

There have been too many masked knights in the martial arts world in recent years. I didn't expect that such a guy would come to the door today. It's really nonsense.

If Jia Huan doesn't know what's good for him, they don't mind personally giving him a profound lesson.

"Quack!"

The next moment, the two young monks guarding the mountain gate felt dizzy and black before their eyes. They fainted quite quickly.

Jia Huan pulled the reins, and the horse under him stepped on the bluestone steps and entered the mountain gate of Jingnian Zen Temple.

You don't know until you come, you will be shocked!

It is several miles from the mountain gate to the main hall of Jingnian Zen Temple.

The mountains, forests and fields in this area are all private property of Jingnian Zen Temple!

Not only are there continuous temples on the mountain where the main hall is located, but there are also temple buildings on the nearby mountains.

This kind of project alone is probably not much easier than building a section of the Great Wall!

All the steps along the way are paved with bluestone, and the green pines on both sides of the steps are also deliberately cultivated.

It can only be said that there is a breath of air coming from Jingnian Zen Temple: that is the air of luxury!

All the monks he met on the road were knocked unconscious by him!

He rode his horse in a swaggering manner to the Vajra Arhat Square where the main hall of the Jingnian Zen Temple was located, but he did not alarm the monks in the main hall.

"Who are you?"

When Jia Huan turned over and got off the horse, a monk who was practicing martial arts in the square finally found him and let out an unknown exclamation.

The next moment, hundreds of monks with strong bodies ran out from the chanting hall at a rapid speed.

These monks had bulging temples and shining eyes, and they were all good fighters.

The middle-aged monk in the lead had a particularly obvious aura of the late innate stage!

"The world has righteousness!"

Jia Huan was too lazy to say more nonsense, and suddenly swung the broadsword in his hand.

The next moment, the monks only felt the surging righteousness in the sky, and a three-meter-long true qi giant sword fell from the sky.

Before the sword arrived, the fierce wind had already made it difficult for the monks to open their eyes.

The most terrifying thing is that the monks felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts, and it was a mountain of righteousness. Those who were not pure enough groaned and bled from the corners of their mouths.

Before the formal fight, at least 70% of the monks were already depressed and hit hard.

At this time, the three-meter-long true qi sword was approaching, and the clothes and exposed skin on their bodies had already appeared densely packed with small cracks.

If it really hit the body, it would probably blow people into pieces!

But unfortunately, under the strong suppression of the righteousness, even the monks in the late Xiantian period who were leading the group could only hold on and could not move at all.

Buzz buzz buzz...

At this moment, several iron long sticks flew out of the huge temple where the sutras had just been chanted, and they rushed straight to the three-meter true qi giant sword that fell from the sky with strong wind pressure.

With a loud bang, the main hall of the Jingnian Zen Temple, including the Buddha and Bodhisattva on the square, and the Arhat Vajra statues all shook.

Several iron long sticks carrying the power of wind and thunder were directly broken into several pieces and fell in all directions.

And the three-meter-long true qi giant sword also disappeared, but the whistling wind in the air showed its condensed terrifying power.

At this time, hundreds of monks with good aura came out from the main hall of the Zen temple.

The leading monk looked very young, with a sense of elegance.

The rest of the monks were all strong and full of blood, and they were all masters of external skills.

Including the monks who came out before, there were more than 500 masters in total!

Judging from their aura sensing alone, the weakest ones have the strength of second-rate Jianghu!

What a powerful force!

If they were all armored, they would become a terrifying Modao team with a little training!

But at this time, including the abbot of Jingnian Zen Temple, Liaokong, and the four Dharma protectors including 500 monks, all looked at Jia Huan with a serious look.

The strength that Jia Huan showed was too terrifying!

The most amazing thing was that his undisguised righteousness made them feel their scalps tingling.

Did they meet the real master of the masked knight in a bamboo hat?

They couldn't help but ask themselves, did they do something that was against the will of heaven and earth, which attracted this powerful man who seemed to be a great master?

Although they were numerous and powerful, and this was the old nest of the Jingnian Zen Temple, there was not much sense of security when so many monks gathered together.

It felt that they couldn't do it even if they came together!

Especially the abbot Liaokong and the four Dharma protectors, they felt it particularly deeply.

At this time, Jia Huan, who was standing opposite them, was full of surging righteousness, and seemed to be connected with the righteousness between heaven and earth, giving them a terrifying feeling that the sky was about to collapse.

If they hadn't been pure in mind and didn't have too many distracting thoughts, they would have been seriously injured and their hearts would have been greatly shocked as soon as they noticed the terrifying aura on Jia Huan.

Not everyone can bear the baptism of righteousness.

"I wonder what you are doing here?"

One of the four Dharma protectors, Bu Jue, asked carefully: "If there is anything wrong with the Zen temple, please feel free to point it out and the Zen temple will correct it immediately!"

If it is possible to avoid fighting, the Zen temple will definitely not be willing to do it. Who knows how serious the consequences will be?

"Jingnian Zen Temple is a holy place of Buddhism, and it can definitely command many temples in the north!"

Jia Huan held a broadsword in his hand, and the righteousness of his body was surging, as if he had merged with the world. He spoke as if he was the will of the world.

That is to say, the many monks in the Zen temple are determined, otherwise they might really fall down and worship.

He continued: "Yang Guang's personal expedition to Goguryeo was defeated. I can't bear to see so many civilians and defeated soldiers suffering from hunger. I hope that all Buddhist temples along the Grand Canal in the north can give out their excess food to help them. This is immeasurable merit!"

"This, this is not appropriate!"

He said without hesitation: "Although the Zen temple is famous, it is not so easy to command the Buddhist temples in the north!"

"Then I can only go to each one, and I hope they will cooperate!"

Jia Huan put away his sword, and his figure flew into the air like an immortal flying in the air, and landed lightly on the back of the horse, chuckling: "Then I'm sorry to bother you, goodbye!"

"Wait..."