Chapter 3795 It Is the Duty to Revive the Buddhist Sect

On the Western Extremes of China, there are already turmoil. Countless monasteries have risen up, each with its own purpose, each with its own reasons. The strong Buddhists and the Venerable Arhats are all at risk.

Almost all the masters from the top ten monasteries were dispatched, and there were hundreds of experts in the God Emperor Realm, and there was already panic.

Because, they are all looking for a person, a person who once turned the entire Western China upside down--Monk Tyrant!

Returning to the Western Extremes of China, Monk Tyrant had planned to openly negotiate with the top ten monasteries, but he did not expect that the news he received was still hopeless. He became the target of public criticism again, and everyone shouted and beat him.

Venerable Buddha Sect, have you ever been wronged like this? However, Monk Tyrant knows that he changed the fate of the entire Buddhist sect at the beginning. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the master of the Buddhist sect, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the destroyer of the Buddhist sect. It is reasonable for the number one sect in the world to be dragged into the abyss, because his reincarnated demon body is still fresh in the memory of Xiji Shenzhou and those Buddhist masters.

The top ten monasteries in Western China, the five hundred arhats, have long since fallen apart, and Monk Tyrant has returned to the original starting point, but things have changed.

Now, there is only one person with him, and that is Venerable Wood Spirit.

Under the old site of Daleiyin Temple, at this moment, it is already a desert, and the Sanskrit sounds of the past have long since disappeared. Now that he is stepping back into his homeland, Monk Bazhe has mixed feelings in his heart, because he is a Buddhist with He returned as the Lord, many things, although they are already in memory and can never be found again, but he wants to re-establish the Buddhist sect, he wants to get back what he lost, not for himself, but for the world common people.

"The years are long, and there have been so many romantic events throughout the ages. On the west side of the old base, the human nature is that rivers and rivers are hard to turn, and the setting sun is hard to come back."

Monk Bazhe sighed and shook his head. He has always been chased by many monasteries in the Western Extreme Shenzhou. People are watching.

"Buddha, you don't have to be too sentimental. As long as you are still there, the Buddha Sect will still be there."

Venerable Wood Spirit said with a pious face, he knew what happened back then, and he couldn't completely put the fault on the Buddha alone. He can go on, not to mention that he has tried his best. If the Buddha Sect had not resisted desperately back then, and the Buddha led a group of strong Buddhist Sects to fight to the death, perhaps the catastrophe of heaven and earth would have been even more tragic.

God is also human, and God occasionally makes mistakes that humans make.

The Buddha is also a human being. When the Buddha broke through the realm of the gods, he was reversed by his own evil thoughts. This is the eternal secret of the Buddhist sect, and it is also the greatest sorrow of the Buddhist sect. But now the Buddha has returned to his position and made a comeback. No one knows whether the Buddha sect can flourish or not. Everything depends on the ability of the Buddha. I think back then, the Buddha relied on his own strength to prop up the entire Buddhist sect, crossing the God Realm, and never met his opponent!

Because of this, the Buddhist sect has no intention of invading the world, but to enable more people to take compassion as their heart and take the world as their own responsibility, so that they can continue to grow, and what the people want is the Buddhist sect the true meaning of

"hope so."

Monk Tyrant said in a low voice, feeling a little sad in his heart, Di Shitian betrayed him, Babutu was instigated by his own reincarnated demon body, five hundred arhats were all fluttering, even Guan Zizai passed away , For Monk Tyrant, rebuilding the Buddhist sect seems simple, but under such a turbulent background, how easy is it?

The catastrophe of heaven and earth is approaching, and the pagoda of the Buddha is eye-catching. The Eight Buddhas and Di Shitian will definitely not watch him return to the Western Extremes of China to preach and teach.

This time, for Monk Tyrant, the trip to the Western Extremes of China was a battle of life and death.

If you succeed, you will benefit the world, and if you fail, you will be a slave forever.

"My strength has now returned to the middle stage of Emperor Realm, but there is still some distance from Emperor Zun level. On the land of Western Extreme China, there are also strong men like clouds. God knows that behind those top ten monasteries, those Arhat strong men , is it still built?"

Monk Bazhe said with a worried face, on this land covered with yellow sand, there are countless years of accumulation, but at this moment, he has become the target of everyone shouting and beating, which is really too ironic.

"Buddha, I didn't expect you to come back again, hahaha, God help me!"

Three figures came through the air and appeared beside Monk Bazhe. The three of them were all golden-bodied arhats, one of the five hundred arhats who escaped death and survived.

"Three Arhats, you—"

Monk Tyrant frowned, and looked at them with a look of surprise.

"We have become what we are today, isn't it all thanks to you? Back then, we were all powerful and invincible emperors. If it weren't for you to contend with the catastrophe of heaven and earth, how could we have become like this? Embarrassed? Even after tens of millions of years have passed, we still cannot recover to the peak. Now, what else do you have to say?"

"Venerable Subadhara, what do you mean by your words? If we don't fight the catastrophe of heaven and earth, all of us will die and be obliterated."

Monk Bazhe said with a stern expression, this matter is indeed a fight for the common people in the world.

"To put it bluntly, if it wasn't for your reincarnated demon body to fight against my Buddhist sect, how could it have ended like this? Buddha, since you have returned to your throne now, don't even think about leaving this place."

Another golden arhat said domineeringly.

"Honorable and Wugou, I know that you are jealous, but the matter has come to this point, and there is nothing I can do. What happened back then was indeed my fault, but I have tried my best to make up for it. I just want more people live."

Monk Bazhe said very distressedly that it was his fault and he couldn't refute it, but it didn't mean that he had to bear the fault of this history. If it wasn't for the catastrophe of heaven and earth, he wouldn't let the entire Buddhist sect fall into eternal catastrophe. In this place, he can't be distracted, he is in a dilemma, this is the most sad thing.

Now, he just wants to make up for it all.

"Amitabha! Buddha, we have a Buddha in our hearts, but it's not you. You caused our Buddhist sect to fall apart and die. There are only a few dozen of the five hundred arhats left. The Buddha sect's power has disappeared. What can you do? , Can you compete with Di Shitian and the Eight Buddhas? Now that you have returned to the Western Extremes of China, the three of us will capture you and take away your body of Buddha charm, so we can recover the results, right?"

Venerable Nati Kassapa said indifferently, the three golden arhats are all great cultivators among the five hundred arhats. Back then, their strength was all at the peak of Emperor Zun, and their strength was extremely terrifying. Now the strength of the three There are also cultivation bases in the middle stage of Emperor Realm, and they are full of confidence if they want to win Monk Tyrant.

"Amitabha, what Venerable Nati Kasyapa said is very true, if I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell, but now, I still can't fulfill your wishes, revive the Buddhist sect, the little monk is duty bound!"

Monk Bazhe said with a serious face, his voice was like a torrent of bells, and he was extremely firm.

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