Chapter 649 Zhang Zhiwei's Method of Dismembering the Tiantai Sect

The Deyun mentioned by Master Kurong is a great monk with black beard and eyebrows, tall body, round face, big ears, bull eyes and wide mouth, and a long beard hanging down to his chest.

Although he is the same generation as Dehong and Dehong, he does not look old at all, but has a majestic air.

The great monk held a string of slightly cracked elm beads in his hand. He took one step forward, as if shrinking to an inch, and came directly in front of Zhang Zhiwei from under the straight plaque of the Main Hall.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Deyun's voice was loud and full of energy: "You little kid, you are so rude. If you want justice, just come to your door. Why did you crush the altar of the water and land monastery with one foot? Did you make this temple angry? Wait for me. I will capture you, take you back to Longhu Mountain, and hand you over to Zhang Jingqing to see what he says?"

Zhang Zhiwei sat cross-legged on the back of the nine-headed lion, his eyes slightly opened and closed, looking down at Monk Deyun, and said with a smile:

"Your abbot wants you to do whatever you want and kill me regardless of life or death, but you want to capture me and hand me over to the master, great monk, you disobey the order!"

Monk Deyun said: "In life, whether ordinary people or practitioners, they are walking on thin ice. If they are not careful, they will fall into the karma of obsession."

"Your rude behavior brought shame to our temple in front of many colleagues and pilgrims, so the abbot became angry and wanted to kill you!"

"The abbot said this, but the poor monk cannot do this. When is the time to retaliate against each other? Only when one party puts aside their grudges and repays them with kindness can the end be resolved."

"Senior Brother Dehong died. No matter what the cause was, he colluded with the Japanese pirates and attacked and killed the righteous people of China. He was a devil. He was killed by you. Although the poor monk was heartbroken, he had nothing to say."

"But what you did today was really wrong. Although Senior Brother Dehong fell into the devil's barrier and attacked and killed you with the Japanese pirates, the mistake was personal. It does not mean that our temple also fell into the devil's barrier like him."

"You are indiscriminate and implicating the whole temple. You are really making a generalization and are outrageously wrong. The poor monk will punish you and let you remember it for a long time before handing it over to Zhang Jingqing."

After listening to Monk Deyun's words, on the back of the nine-headed lion, Zhang Zhiwei's half-closed eyes slowly opened, his pupils moved slightly, and he looked at the great monk in front of him for the first time.

After killing Master Dehong, he used his blue hand to absorb some spirituality from Master Dehong's corpse and gained a little memory.

Although the Tiantai Sect has been severely infiltrated, there are still hard-core people inside. The great monk in front of him seems to be a hard-core person.

"Then it seems that I was reckless," Zhang Zhiwei said seriously: "Great monk, are there many people like you in the Tiantai Sect?"

Deyun was stunned for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The Dharma in this temple is profound. How many people are better than me?"

"In other words, not much!" Zhang Zhiwei grinned: "Great monk, since you want to show mercy and spare my life, then I will also show mercy and spare your life."

"By the way, there's one more thing. Although your Tiantai Sect won't besiege me, I can give you a chance."

Go and call all the like-minded monks to join you. What I just said still stands, and I will spare your lives. "

"Shuzi, please stop being so arrogant!"

Even though Deyun was an eminent monk with a good mind and nature, he was still annoyed by Zhang Zhiwei's words. The man in front of him made no sense at all.

He jumped up suddenly, stretched out his hand, and a vajra demon-subduing pestle appeared in his hand.

This is a magical instrument that he has been practicing for many years. Once it is activated, Sanskrit sounds are sung and golden Buddha light shines through.

One end of the demon-subduing pestle is a handle, and the other end is a three-sided pestle. There are three Buddha statues in the middle, one smiling, one angry, and one cursing. This magical instrument is usually used to practice the subjugation method to subdue demons and resentments.

Monk Deyun pointed the angry face of the Buddha statue on the demon pestle at Zhang Zhiwei to resemble the angry eyes of Vajra, and then cut it off hard.

For a time, there was both wind and thunder.

Zhang Zhiwei below was sitting cross-legged on the back of the nine lions, turning a blind eye to the powerful blow.

His whole body was covered with a thin layer of golden light.

This layer of golden light is so thin that under the Buddhist light of Monk Deyun's Vajra Subduing Demonic Pestle, it seems as if it does not exist, but its defensive power cannot be ignored.

Only a "clang" sound was heard, and a loud sound like a bell exploded. With Zhang Zhiwei as the center, huge shock waves spread out like ripples, leaving circles of spiral tunnels from deep to shallow in the square. .

This is the venue for the Water and Land Dharma Assembly. There are seven altars in total. Zhang Zhiwei crushed the largest one with his foot before. At this moment, several more altars collapsed in the aftermath.

But even so, this powerful Vajra Demon-Subduing Pestle was still unable to cut through the golden light as thin as a cicada's wings on Zhang Zhiwei's body.

When the attack failed, Master Dehong's body glowed with golden light, and his face became angry and ferocious, just like the wrathful face of the Buddha on the Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand.

He has become a human and a pestle, so that he can exert the maximum power of the magical weapon and himself.

"Amitabha, although there is something wrong with all the donors, I have no choice but to offend you!"

Monk Deyun whispered, hovered in mid-air, raised the Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle high, like the legendary Thunder God holding a chisel, and aimed at Zhang Zhiwei, blasting and chiseling like a gust of wind.

"Boom! Boom!"

The Vajra pestle violently struck Zhang Zhiwei's body, just like striking iron, interweaving countless golden lights, and the low sound of gold and iron was as dense as rain, and became louder and louder.

The people watching the battle around were all holding their breath and concentrating, as violent roars exploded in their ears.

The stranger was okay. Although the Qi Qi in his body was a little shaken, the impact was not significant.

But those ordinary believers felt a little uncomfortable. They just felt as if someone was beating drums with heavy hammers on their eardrums, which made them deaf, with stars in their eyes, unable to see or hear anything.

Zhang Zhiwei saw it, and with a thought in his mind, he ran the golden light spell. The golden light around him, which was originally as thin as a cicada's wings, suddenly became rich and spread outward, forming a golden ball, like a shining sun. Surround him.

Immediately afterwards, the great sun suddenly exploded, and the golden light transformed into energy and became viscous, spreading out in layers like mercury pouring down the ground, wrapping the innocent believers around to protect them from the aftermath.

This is not a difficult problem for Zhang Zhiwei.

In the plot, the Celestial Master went down from the mountain to exterminate Quan Xing. When the Celestial Master surrounded hundreds of Quan Xing masters in the alley, in order to avoid destroying the surrounding buildings, he used this method to coat the surrounding buildings with a golden light. , and then instantly defeated those all-round masters.

With the protection of golden light, many believers who had been dizzy by the sound waves suddenly felt that the world was clear, and at the same time, scriptures were singing in their ears:

"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of ten thousand Qi, cultivates extensively for ten thousand kalpas, proves my magical power, inside and outside the three realms, only Tao is the most respected..."

Listening to this Taoist sound, which was completely different from the Sanskrit sound at the previous Dharma conference, they felt extremely peaceful in their hearts. The previous pain was swept away, and they had a feeling of returning to nature after being in a cage for a long time.

From a distance, Zhang Jingqing saw this scene and nodded slightly. Although it was inappropriate to crush the Water and Land Dharma Assembly platform without saying hello before, it was done well now.

"That monk is not truly compassionate," Zuo Ruotong praised: "Although little friend Zhiwei's move offended Buddhism, it won people's hearts. The Vajra method and the heart of a Bodhisattva are nothing more than this."

"Inner Saint and Outer King!"

Zhang Jingqing silently added that in the world of Buddhism, Taoist priests and Bodhisattvas have a kind of heart, and their methods are a bit strange.

…

In front of the Main Hall, Master Kurong tightly grasped the hand of the nine-ring tin staff.

In this era, no matter how well-informed the news is, it is only passed down by word of mouth. How can it be as real as seeing it with one’s own eyes?

Everyone said that this little Celestial Master was powerful, but he had no idea how powerful he was. Now that he saw it, he realized that even though he had thought that this little Celestial Master was very powerful, he still underestimated it.

How to keep this little heavenly master here? He frowned, making calculations in his mind.

As for the believers below who were surrounded by golden light, he didn't care. Buddhism has a wide range of beliefs, which is not bad.

The three abbots of Putuo Temple, Yuantong, Yuanzhi, and Yuanzhen, had slightly changed their impressions of Zhang Zhiwei.

No matter how arrogant he was before, this move is indeed worthy of praise.

On the other hand, Deyun said it was good, but in practice it was somewhat inadequate.

But that's not his fault. He didn't want it to affect the surrounding areas. It was because the little heavenly master's golden light was too hard and too loud.

Judging from the current situation, Deyun is by no means a match for Little Heavenly Master. It seems that Ku Rong still wants to abide by the one-on-one mentioned earlier?

…

At the same time, the location halfway up the mountain.

The head of the Wang family, the head of the Lu family, and Wu Zhan from the Huode Sect left behind Zhang Huaiyi and Tian Jinzhong who had set off first, and were rushing towards the Tiantai Sect.

Listening to the heavy sound of hammering coming from above their heads, several seniors looked at each other.

"This sound..." Wu Zhan had some confusion on his face, "Is the monk ringing the bell?"

"It's not like that, it's more like the sound made when the golden light curse is bombarded." The head of the Lu family said: "The battle above seems to be very anxious."

"How can the rebound sound of the golden light curse be so loud?" Wu Zhan said with a surprised look on his face, "Is the little Heavenly Master in any danger?!"

"Definitely not!" The head of the Wang family looked up and said, "We only heard the clanking of golden light, but not the thunder. The little heavenly master should be able to handle it with ease, but we really need to rush over."

Immediately, the three of them quickened their feet again.

Behind them was Sanyi Senior Brother Cheng Zhen. In order to rush on the road, he had already used the second level of Reverse Life. His state was fully activated, leaving Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others far behind.

Behind him is Zhang Huaiyi, with electricity and light intertwined all over his body. He is using thunder to stimulate his meridians, so that he can explode to the maximum speed in a short period of time.

Although this would cause some damage to the meridians, and even make him less than at his peak when he reaches the Tiantai Sect, he can't control that much.

Zhang Huaiyi was followed by Lu Jin and Lu Ci.

Lu Jin has the body protection of reverse life and is very fast. Lu Ci should not be able to keep up. However, during this period of time, the training of tiger and leopard thunder sounds and the practice of hoeing skills made his body stronger. Even Lu Jin could not keep up. Jin used Nisheng, and he could barely keep up with him.

Behind Lu Jin and Lu Ci, Li Muxuan followed closely. Reversing the eight directions had little effect on the way, but reversing the direction could speed up the strength of the feet.

Behind him is the large army, and Tian Jinzhong is among them. Due to his own ability, even if the cloud shoes on his feet run away and smoke, he cannot catch up with the first few.

"Fengping, didn't you come and go without a trace? Why are you still running with us? You should quickly use your means to find Senior Brother Zhang!" Liu Deshui said as he ran.

Fengping panted and said: "I thought about it too, but my fire escape needs to be arranged in advance. I didn't arrange the fire in Tiantai Sect, so I can't escape. It's a pity. I went to listen to Senior Brother Zhang's sermon last night, but I didn't Go to him and ask for some divine armor and horse talismans."

The two were talking when suddenly, dense figures passed by them at extremely fast speeds.

"This is……"

Feng Ping was stunned for a moment, wondering what was going on, when he heard Liu Deshui next to him calling his uncle, and at the same time, Lin Zifeng, not far away, was also calling.

Are the elders of Yanwu Hall and Liuyun Sword here? Feng Ping reacted instantly and wanted to continue to identify who was coming.

But those elders did not stop, and disappeared in front of them in a moment of encounter.

"It's a big scene, let's rush in, even if we can't help Senior Brother Zhang, it's good to go and show some support!" Feng Ping shouted and rushed forward.

...

At this moment, at the Tiantai Sect Dharma Assembly, Master Deyun was still forging iron, and Zhang Zhiwei put his fingers together to form a sword and pointed at him from a distance.

In an instant, a bright sword light burst out from his fingertips and instantly penetrated the figure of Monk Deyun.

Then, the sword light continued to move forward, stirring unparalleled, turning into a straight line to the sky, cutting a hole in the clouds, which lasted for a long time.

Monk Deyun was severely injured and fell headfirst to the ground. A transparent blood hole appeared on his right chest. Blood was oozing from his mouth and nose. He fell to the ground and could hardly speak.

Zhang Zhiwei had said before that he would be merciful and spare his life, so this blow did not hurt his vitals.

Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved, and the nine-headed lion stepped in front of him.

Beside Master Deyun, his Vajra Pestle, which had been sacrificed for many years, was still trembling.

As if it sensed that its master was in danger, it actually shot towards Zhang Zhiwei on its own, but just as it flew up, it was stepped on by the nine-headed lion and could not move.

Zhang Zhiwei moved his body, got down from the lotus platform behind the nine-headed lion, and grabbed Monk Deyun.

In the eyes of outsiders, this move seemed like he helped Monk Deyun up.

But in fact, he was using the blue hand to read the other party's memory.

The secret he performed was so secret that even Master Ku Rong and the abbot of the three Putuo temples did not find anything unusual.

"He actually helped Master Deyun. How can this little Tianshi's behavior be so incomprehensible?"

Master Yuantong of the Three Putuo Temples was a little puzzled. If he was really so polite, why did he crush the Dharma platform before?

At this time, Master Dexing of the Tiantai Sect looked at Master Kurong:

"Abbot, this madman is so fierce. Junior Brother Deyun has been defeated. Next..."

Master Kurong said slowly: "The little Tianshi is so strong that he cannot be defeated by one person. It requires the joint efforts of all monks. Deying, Degang..."

On the other side.

Searching the soul is like turning a book. Master Dehong's past quickly unfolds in front of Zhang Zhiwei.

Time is tight, and Zhang Zhiwei flipped through it hastily. As long as there is a little trouble, he skipped all of them.

But even so, he still gained a lot.

The Tiantai Sect has indeed been very close to the Tiantai Sect in Japan in recent years. Even many eminent monks have traveled across the ocean to exchange Buddhist teachings at Bihe Mountain in Japan, including the deceased Master Dehong.

Monk Deyun had never been there.

Not only that, he always felt that the sect should be connected with the overseas branches. Although the two sides have the same origin, they have evolved for thousands of years and have become very different. Especially in recent years, Japan has repeatedly invaded China, and it is reasonable to draw a clear line.

However, the fellow disciples in the temple all felt that Buddhism should not be so narrow-minded. Buddhism has no national boundaries.

He gave various examples and said that if everyone held the same idea as him, then Buddhism should always stay in India. How could it be spread to China, let alone save all living beings.

Although he wanted to refute, he didn't know what to say. He could only promise not to participate. There were still a few people like him in the temple, but not many, and their status was not high.

Master Dehong's memory is incomplete, only a little bit, but now it seems that the problem is a little more serious than I expected before...

Zhang Zhiwei sighed, stopped searching his soul, tore off the content of the soul search from his memory, and stuffed some of Master Dehong's memories of colluding with the Japanese pirates into it.

Instantly, Monk Deyun suddenly "woke up". He noticed a new picture in his mind and subconsciously checked it.

This look shocked his mind. The content inside made him a little unbelievable, and he almost collapsed.

"This...this..."

"Master, do you understand why I came this time?" Zhang Zhiwei said calmly.

Monk Deyun was moved and speechless.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the abbot Master Kurong:

"Your abbot is calling people again, more than one, look, do those monks have something in common?"