The feud between Qinghuan and the White Pagoda Temple of Yuelun Kingdom is quite complicated to describe.

What Qinghuan did in Yuelun Kingdom almost broke the order of Buddhism supremacy that had been passed down for thousands of years in Yuelun Kingdom, and even shook the foundation of Baita Temple.

Qinghuan didn't know what the Yuelun royal family was thinking. Anyway, at the beginning of the incident, the Yuelun royal family didn't react at all. Until the incident got bigger and bigger and affected more and more people, the Yuelun royal family didn't deal with it specifically, but pushed the matter to the Baita Temple.

Baita Temple wanted to suppress it but was powerless, so it hated Qinghuan who caused all this so much that it wanted to drink her blood and eat her flesh!
It all ended only when Qi Nian, the world-traveling master of the Hanging Temple, stepped in and forced Qing Huan to flee far away from the Yuelun Kingdom.

Qinghuan lost to Qi Nian of the Hanging Temple, but he was the winner when facing the White Pagoda Temple. As a winner, Qinghuan had no hatred towards the White Pagoda Temple.

But Qinghuan later learned that Baita Temple killed many people afterwards...many, many, many people!

The anger of the incompetent made Qinghuan feel particularly disgusted with the monks in Baita Temple!
And the monk in front of him is the ascetic monk of Baita Temple, Wushi, a great practitioner in Dongxuan realm!
It is a much higher level than Qinghuan’s “no confusion”.

……

Qinghuan said that he wanted to save the bald donkey in front of him, but the first one to take action was the bald donkey Wu Shi.

The rosary in his hand broke free from the thin string in an instant, and twenty-one beads were activated, representing the 21 stages of Bodhisattva practice, including the Ten Stages, the Ten Paramitas and the Buddhahood. They dragged long trails in the rain and shot towards Qinghuan.

In the pouring rain, the rosary beads seemed to have the momentum to cut through the waves.

The patchwork robe on Qinghuan's body inexplicably swelled up, and golden light began to spread along the seams, then spread over the entire robe, turning the originally tattered robe into a golden brocade robe!

Twenty-one prayer beads that could penetrate gold and stone hit the robe one by one, but other than making small dents in it, they had no other effect.

Qinghuan placed his left hand upright in front of his chest, then raised his right hand, silently reciting scriptures while his two fingers drew in the air, from top to bottom, a line of short and complicated seal characters. Under the rain, the seal characters, which should have been invisible, floated in the air.

Wu Shi saw the seal washed away by the rain, his eyes almost popped out of his head, and he cried out in horror: "Indra...Thunder Seal?"

The twenty-one beads went out of control and fell to the ground one by one, splashing some water.

Wu Shi gave up the rosary and raised his hands suddenly. A copper bowl was spinning rapidly around his body. From the looks of it, it was clear that he had given up on attacking and was focusing on defense.

Indra, whose full name is Sakya Dehuan Indra, is also called Indra. He is the second leader of the eight celestial dragons in Buddhism and the god of heaven and thunder!

A book of Buddhist scriptures in Lanke Temple, "The Sutra of the Great and Immeasurable Vehicle of Sakyamuni", is about Him.

Qinghuan had never learned any martial arts techniques, and Master Qishan had never taught him anything. Everything he learned came from enlightenment, from the Buddhist scriptures.

This "Indra Thunder Seal" is just like that!
And press down!

Qing Huan shouted coldly: "Break!"

It seemed as if something fell from the sky, and the pouring rain curtain parted strangely, like a curtain being stretched open.

Soon after, the roof of the small building where Wu Shi was located also cracked, exposing Wu Shi, who was under the corridor on the second floor, directly to the rain.

The next moment, the copper bowl that was spinning at high speed beside Wu Shi suddenly stopped running, as if it was hit by something. It shook violently and then broke into pieces.

The invisible object that fell from the sky also took shape for a moment as the copper bowl trembled and cracked, and then disappeared in a flash.

But at that moment, many people saw clearly what was falling from the sky.

It was a vajra made of invisible force, which dropped from the sky and nailed down, nailing open the rain curtain and the roof...

The entire building cracked in the middle. As the crack appeared, Wu Shi fell from the second-floor corridor to the ground and then embedded deeply under the bluestone floor.

The thin layer of rainwater accumulated on the ground was lifted up like a huge wave and pushed to the surroundings, revealing a "waterless land".

Finally, an unusually dull “Ding” sound was faintly heard as if coming from the horizon!
There was silence all around, with only the sound of incessant raindrops and the "crackling" sound of the cracked building gradually tilting.

"Boom——"

The small building collapsed completely. The long-robed swordsman jumped out of the ruins in a panic, and stood far away, looking at Qing Huan in awe.

"Amitabha!"

The glittering golden brocade cassock calmed down and turned back into a patchwork cassock, which was put on. Qinghuan clasped his hands together and walked forward step by step. His feet stepped on the puddles, splashing lotus flowers, like a saint and a Buddha!
Walking to Wu Shi's body, Qing Huan looked at it silently for a moment, tilted his head, and opened his mouth:
"Bah! Bald ass!"

Then he turned around and looked at Ning Que, then at the others, grinned, and said, "Fight, keep fighting, don't let a little thing inside the Buddhist sect disturb everyone's interest."

The swordsman in long robe was hesitant to speak. They had made such a big scene to kill people, but this monk rushed in and killed one of their strongest fighters, and he defined this as a trivial matter within Buddhism?

The middle-aged swordsman who was sitting cross-legged beside Ning Que smiled and said, "The name of the evil monk is indeed well-deserved!"

Then his face turned bitter and he said, "But you destroyed my home. Where should my father and I live in the future?"

Qing Huan was stunned. He looked at the ruins around him, then at the swordsman. He scratched his bald head and said uncertainly, "Is this your home? The old man is not at home, right..."

The cross-legged swordsman smiled bitterly and said, "This is Chunfeng Pavilion. I am Chao Xiaoshu. Others call me Chunfeng Pavilion Lao Chao. Do you think this is my home? My father is going out tonight."

Qing Huan was a little embarrassed, he laughed dryly, and said: "That's good... But you were surrounded and killed by the elite army of the Tang Dynasty in your own home, including the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the ascetic monk Yuelun, and a top-grade mind master of the Dongxuan level outside...

How big of a crime have you committed to make the proud Tang Dynasty go to such great lengths and join forces with outsiders to kill you? Did you kill the Tang emperor?"

He smiled at Xiao Shu and said, "I know. You want to say that if I have committed a crime, you don't have to pay for the house. But unfortunately, I didn't kill the emperor, nor did I commit any serious crime. This is just a dispute over interests."

"So...I still have to pay for this house?"

Qing Huan looked around in embarrassment, his eyes fell on the swordsman from Southern Jin, and said, "How about I kill this swordsman for you and pay off the mortgage?"

He smiled at Xiao Shu and said, "Master, I won't bother you here. I'll have to take care of the mind master outside!"

"A top-level Dongxuan mind master..."

Qing Huan pondered silently, then put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, I will not kill any living thing, please do not embarrass me, donor!"

If we ignore the corpse at his feet, Qinghuan's behavior is really convincing.

Chao Xiaoshu said tactfully, "Master, you are so compassionate. This is admirable! Master, you just need to hold that Nian Master back. After my little brother and I finish dealing with this place, we will take over."

"make a deal!"

Fearing that he would regret his decision to Xiaoshu, Qinghuan simply shook his cassock, and the whole person disappeared inexplicably. Only the cassock was left, which fluttered in the wind in the rain and flew out of the courtyard.

At the end of the street outside the courtyard, in front of a carriage, the cassock fell off, and a hand grabbed a corner of it and put it back on. Qing Huan put his hands together and said with a compassionate face: "Amitabha, donor, please give me some face!"

What greeted him was the huge mental power that directly invaded the Qi Hai Xue Shan, as well as the high-raised fist of the burly coachman who was guarding the carriage.

……

When Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que finished dealing with the matters in the yard and came out supporting each other, they saw a carriage parked ten feet away from the door.

Qinghuan was sitting cross-legged beside the shaft of the carriage, whispering something with a compassionate look on her face.

The curtain was blown by the wind, revealing the situation inside the carriage. A withered old man was sitting in the carriage with a distorted expression. There was a clear slap mark on the left side of his old face.

A burly coachman was lying under the carriage, his chest still rising and falling, proving that he was still alive.

Chao Xiaoshu couldn't help but sigh: "Master is indeed compassionate!"

Ning Que gave Xiao Shu a strange look. (End of this chapter)