Supreme Beauty, I summon the heroes to establish the Supreme Divine Dynasty

The righteous words echoed in the mountains.

Jiang Hao was full of vigor and energy, shocking all the disciples of Cixin Temple.

Fan Hui, on the other side, had no change in expression, still showing a compassionate and sacred look.

"If you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext.

If Emperor Xia wants to unify the Tianjiao region, cut down mountains and destroy temples, and eliminate dissidents, just send troops to kill us.

My Cixin Temple is a quiet place, but you are not allowed to throw dirty water and destroy its reputation."

"Interesting, how did you manage to be exposed in front of others without showing any fear?

The five kingdoms all have disciples of Cixin Temple as queens and concubines, this is a fact"

"They are in love with each other and are a perfect match. Is this wrong?

My disciples are free to come and go. They can either spend their remaining years in seclusion or grow their hair and go down the mountain to pursue happiness.

As far as I know, there are true disciples among my disciples who have a special liking for Your Majesty. Is this not possible?"

Jiang Hao narrowed his eyes and had a preliminary understanding of one aspect of the eloquent speaker.

As for the other...Well, I'm a gentleman, I won't think too much

"The old thief is saying something ambiguous. How is Qin Mengxuan?

She hasn't shown up until now. Maybe she is trapped by this old thing. You dare to make trouble for me. You really don't know how to live or die."

He smiled softly,

"So, the teacher will never admit his guilt."

Fan Hui frowned suddenly. Jiang Hao had said so many crimes before, but she was not moved by the word"old".

"" Emperor Xia, I respect you as the ruler of a country, but you cannot accuse me for no reason and ruin the reputation of my Buddhist holy place.

This is the place where Bodhisattva resides, and we will never allow the world to pollute and taint the Dharma."

This sentence was said solemnly and righteously.

Around, in the courtyards, between the lush forests and bamboos, behind the strange rocks and huge trees, black-robed figures appeared one after another and walked silently behind Fan Hui.

Some were tall and thin, some were fair and plump, some were middle-aged, some were in their prime, some had a childlike face and a big body, some were plump and fat, and some were even****and****Anyway, the rest is what Tomato didn't allow me to write, so you can experience it yourself.

Jiang Hao blinked, blinked again, and blinked again. Finally, he had to temporarily close his eyes.

There were too many flowers, and he was dazzled by the flowers.......

"Damn it! It's the real paradise, but it was ruined by the old thief nun Fan Hui.

I don't know how many of these beautiful girls have boarded her pirate ship, been polluted by evil, and lost their conscience.

It's a huge waste.

Not killing them is not enough to calm the anger in my heart."

Jiang Hao's eyes flashed coldly, and he looked at the hundreds of disciples of Ci Xin Temple.

Whether they were nuns or practitioners, they all looked at him with grief and anger, as if they were facing an invincible evil demon. Although they were afraid, they insisted on their hearts and refused to surrender.

"Fortunately, it seems that most people have not been corrupted and still have a firm heart.

Jiang Hao stared at Fan Hui with a burning gaze.

"Old thief, no matter how eloquent you are, you can't change the heinous crimes you have committed.

You keep calling yourself a Buddhist disciple, but in my opinion, the Buddha you are talking about is really blind and can't distinguish between good and evil.

Otherwise, I wouldn't let a wicked person like you bow down to me and burn incense, and poison living beings in the name of Buddha."

"Donor Jiang, you are stubborn and speak evil words, defiling the true Buddha.

You must know that the Buddha's teachings are boundless. Although they are compassionate and save the world, they can also be angry. If you disrespect the Buddha, retribution will come sooner or later."

Jiang Hao's eyes suddenly moved, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Old thief, you said that the Buddha's teachings are boundless, but how can you prove that you can represent the true Buddha?

I think you are an evil demon in Buddhist clothing."

"Amitabha, the donor's words are indeed absurd."

As she chanted the Buddha's name, the Buddha's light on Fan Hui's body became stronger, and strands of golden light emerged from her body, compassionate and solemn, with a faint sandalwood fragrance, illuminating the sky several feet away.

"The teachings of my Buddha are the most upright and righteous. Only those with a truly open mind can achieve success.

Evil demons and heretics avoid it as much as possible, so how can they pretend to be Buddha?

Donor Jiang, you have no compassion, you only know how to kill mercilessly, which is not the right way. One day, you will suffer the consequences."

"Oh? According to what the old nun said, does it mean that someone like me who is full of killing cannot practice Buddhism?"

"This is natural. Our Buddha guides people to be good and hates bloody killing.

Unless Mr. Jiang can turn over a new leaf, put down his butcher knife, and turn back soon.

Then, if the Bodhisattva is still alive, he will allow you to cultivate our Buddhist Dharma and reach the other shore."

"Haha, good, good, that's what I want to hear, old nun.

The Buddhist teachings can only be practiced by upright people, so come and see if I, the emperor, am an evil heretic."

Jiang Hao laughed loudly, twisted his body slightly, and immediately released infinite Buddha light, illuminating the top of the Emperor's Peak.

Not only that, in the void, there were Sanskrit chanting and the sound of chanting.

At the same time, in the air, there were faint images of Vajra, dragons, pagodas, golden lotus, Buddha lamps, and even a peacock king spread his colorful wings and flew in the sky.

"Ami...That spinning Buddha! Fan Hui, the deity is here, do you know your sins?"

Boom!

The nuns in Cixin Temple were like being struck by thunder, each with their mouths wide open, their eyes wide open, standing still, their eyes filled with endless confusion.

"Ami...Ah, this is...Is this the Vajra Samadhi Dharma? Buddha, have mercy on me, this is impossible!"

"It is indeed impossible. The Vajra Samadhi is one of the 108 great magical powers of Buddhism. It is difficult to practice. How could he possibly use it?"

"Ha, ha, ha, this kind of supernatural power requires Buddhist disciples to recite Buddhist scriptures 100,000 times with one heart, with a clear mind and no dust, before it is possible for a thought to arise."

"The conditions are so harsh that only a great monk can achieve it. How did he, a big devil who kills people without blinking an eye, achieve the Vajra Samadhi? I don’t accept it!"

���Jiang Hao's face was like a small golden sun, full of solemnity and holiness. With the Buddhist images around him, he looked like a living Buddha or a bodhisattva.

"You don't accept it, huh, there are many people who don't accept this living Buddha, who do you think you are?" He was proud in his heart, and his expression became more majestic, even with some of the angry look of a Ming Wang.

""Fan Hui, you are using the name of Buddha to disturb the peace of the world.

You control the internal affairs of various countries, exclude dissidents, and kill innocent people.

You secretly raise fierce poisonous insects that feed on human blood and use souls as sacrifices.

You instigate wars among countries and treat life as a joke. You have poisoned hundreds of millions of people.

Your actions are sinful and shocking.

Now that I have come, I will represent Buddha to expel you from Buddhism and punish you according to the law without any leniency."

The same words, spoken by the Emperor of Daxia and by the Buddha's Tianjiao Living Buddha, have a completely different effect.

Especially just now, in order to protect herself, Fan Hui desperately used Buddhism to talk about things and stacked buffs for herself.

Now the situation has changed, and the enemy's buffs are ten or a hundred times stronger than hers. She immediately shot herself in the foot.

The old nun's mentality exploded, and she wanted to cry but had no tears.