"Good, the donor's bones are so beautiful. You are the first one who can break my Thousand Buddha sticks. This may be your fate. I have sworn that if you can be born from my palm, I will never interfere with the other party going or staying."

"Slow down." A shout sounded particularly harsh in the entire Dharma Protector's Hall, with a flushed face. The Xiukong, who was born under his feet, had moved to the crowd at some point. After he found that he could not deal with the intruder by this impressive sweeping monk, he hurriedly stood up.

After discovering that the white ape was injured and no longer as scary as before, Duan Zhengchun quickly stood in front of the crowd of monks, pointed at Lun's unscrupulous nose with a majestic smile and said, "You are kind, but who will compensate for the broken Buddha statue in the Dharma Protector's Hall?"

"What a turn of raid. It was obviously a crazy monk who was knocked out of clay sculpture in the corridor. Now you are starting to slander me."

"Is that right? I only see a thin monkey holding a murder weapon in my hand. Where is the crazy monk you said?"

When the white ape staggered into the narrow corridor where he had just fought, there was no trace of the crazy monk. Bai Ape thought: Since this kind-hearted man dared to point it out in front of everyone, he would probably have quietly transferred the monk during the fight in the hall. Bai Ape was so angry that he was so angry that he was smoking. When he found that the only old monk who could see just now had retreated aside and looked helpless, the white ape grabbed the two short wooden sticks tightly in his hand, preparing to fight with the people who were slowly approaching.

"Ouch" When a pig-head monk whose face was scalded like a peach was pushed out from somewhere, he was shocked by the people around him. He saw his hands tied with backs and kneeling on the ground, with a black cloth tied to his face that seemed to be light-impermeable, and his shiny light head made a thudding sound on the ground, and he kept muttering: "Sir, please spare your life, I broke those clay statues of guardians."

Duan Zhengchun, who was furious and furious, immediately came over and exposed the black cloth on the head of the monk who seemed to be scared and burned his eyes, and then grabbed him from the ground, shouting at him coldly: "A dog-talking thing, open your dog's eyes to look around."

The monk seemed not to listen to Duan Zhengchun's words at all. Duan Zhengchun turned a blind eye to his secretly, and still repeated the previous words like he said, "I broke those clay statues of the Dharma protectors, do you know? A clay statue of the Dharma protectors was alive. They punished me for smashing them with long sticks to the golden body of the incense they enjoyed in the world. He said that people are doing it, and God is watching. If I don't admit it in front of everyone, they will bring my soul to the underworld for judgment. Those Dharma protectors and the judge of the Hell in the underworld are all in harmony. Once I go on, I will be alive."

The monk's words became clearer and clearer. Duan Zhengchun was so angry that his nose was crooked. Before he could finish speaking, he had already ordered people to pull this person who had been stimulated by some unknown reason and stuff his mouth with something.

Duan Zhengchun changed his tone, glanced around for a while, and said gloomyly: "This person broke into my Buddhist holy land in the middle of the night. He was punished by death, but he was unable to escape the crime of living. He arrested him and beat him fifty sticks. The monks in the Arhat Hall immediately executed it. No mistakes should be made. If this person could survive this beat, the account would be cancelled and he would be driven down the mountain immediately. He would never step into my Chongsheng Temple again. If there was another time, he would be beaten to death with sticks, it would be unwilling to feel merciless."

"It's just" Lun Wuxu originally wanted to ask Duan Zhengchun to reduce the number of executions as appropriate when the other party was seriously injured, but before he could finish his words, Duan Zhengchun was blocked from the conversation.

"Catch this person and execute him immediately."

The white ape knew that every place had its own rules. For example, in the forest where he lived to die and fought for life, he spoke completely with his fists. Wu Yonglin once warned him, "This world is no longer as comfortable as his previous life as a bird or beast. There is a fair sword of Damocles hanging above everyone's heads, that is, the law that restricts people's words and deeds. In simple terms, it is - the state-owned legalists have family rules, so the temples naturally have temple rules."

Before those monks who were ready to move surrounded him, the white ape suddenly lay straight on the ground. Before those people were about to take action, the white ape took a deep breath and said to Duan Zhengchun: "I hope what you said just now can count."

One, two, three, and two, the sound of sticks and sticks coming to the flesh made the people around him dare not let out a moment. The other party didn't say a word, which made the onlookers think that the thin monkey-like person might have been beaten to death. But he gritted his teeth and squirmed, saying that there were still thirty sticks left, Duan Zhengchun, who was furious, snatched the arhat stick from a monk's hand and was about to execute it himself. He had decided to send the other party to the cemetery in person.

Just at the critical moment when Duan Zhengchun was about to put the stick, there was a shout of shouting outside: "It's a fire, everyone, go and put out the fire. The Sutra Pavilion, the Ancestor Hall, and the God of Wealth Temple are all on fire."

Duan Zhengchun's heart suddenly tightened. He had no time to worry about the white ape lying on the ground, which might be the only stream-like breath left. He led the monks to the accident site in a panic. Then the sound of water picking up the dingdong was heard. The sound of shattered footsteps disappeared from the guardian hall without a trace as the rainwater accumulated in a large tank in the courtyard was scooped up so that it could no longer scrape a trace of water droplets. It seemed that everything that had just happened here.

There were always two people in the courtyard outside this fire-fighting operation. After the monks found that Lun Wuxu was a hidden master, they no longer dared to instruct him to do this and that. Lun Wuxu kept staring at the white ape who was ignorant of life and death on the ground. When only the two of them were left in the Dharma Protector's Hall, he quickly walked over and found that the other party was not dead yet. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could think about it, he immediately placed the other party behind him and ran towards a broken hall in the back mountain that had been abandoned for many years.

"You are different from them, you are a good monk."

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddhist temple. The Buddha lets us save all living beings, and we should not be saved by death. Although Senior Brother Xiukong does this, it is just too cruel to take action. If you have the help of noble people today, it is also considered that your life should not be lost."

"Isn't my noble man you?"

"Haha, if you say it's me, then it's me. As for the crime of setting fire to the temple, I can't afford it."
Chapter completed!