The wooden sticks were not cut off by the swords, but instead broke the swords and their owners' arms, and then the sticks would either hit the chest, leaving a face-sized hole in the chest, or sweep across to knock the person several meters away, or simply blow up the bald heads! A stick was being wielded vigorously by the monk in a bamboo hat. Anyone who was touched by the stick would be either dead or injured! In an instant, dozens of people fell to the ground, and the rest of the monks collapsed completely. They were merely lured here by the leader's magic and money. They were not warriors of death. It was quite good that they could hold on until now. The monks, with morale broken, began to flee in all directions. The monk in the bamboo hat dropped his staff, made a Dharma seal with his hands, then lifted his bamboo hat to reveal a mouth. As he opened his mouth, fireballs flew into the air like flowers scattered by fairies, setting the fleeing monks on fire and causing them to scream miserably! The rain got heavier, and silver threads fell from the sky to the ground, as if to wash away the sins of the world. The ground was littered with black charred objects that were lit like torches, with sparks floating around that could not be extinguished even by the rain. Black clouds, rain, fire, a white-robed monk wearing a bamboo hat, and a monk lying on the ground watching this scene took his last breath. To wipe out all evil, perhaps this is the true Buddha. …………
The noise in the front yard was so loud that it could not be covered up. The believers standing in the drizzle could not help but whisper to each other. The leader, with Buddha's light on his head, frowned and looked frequently towards the front yard. A pile of firewood had been piled up in the courtyard. A pair of boys who looked exactly the same were tied to a wooden stake back to back. They looked at their parents who were holding torches with innocent eyes, asking when the game would end. They wanted to go home. "What on earth is going on? Why is there such a loud noise?!" The fat and big-eared leader looked dissatisfied and said to Senior Brother Ida, "Go to the front yard and see what that idiot Kimura is doing." "Yes, Sect Master!" Senior Brother Yida lowered his head and hurried away in small steps. Then the leader turned around, showing a hypocritical and compassionate smile on his face, and said in a shocking voice: "Laymen, only by sacrificing the ominous twins to the Twin-bodied Buddha can we weaken the power of the evil body and save the world before the end of the Dharma era arrives!" "Come on, two laymen, please use the sacred fire to purify this pair of evil spirits!" Senior Brother Ida hurried to the corridor and saw Kimura crawling towards him with a pale face, screaming: "There are dead people, many dead, the law enforcement team is completely wiped out!" Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Ida, who had wanted to laugh at Kimura, became serious: "There are dozens of people here, all dead, how is this possible! Who is the culprit?!" With so many people dead, even the Zhengxin Society cannot cover it up. It will definitely shock the whole country! This couldn't have been done by a violent gang. Under official suppression, they had to be cautious in what they said and did. A fight of this scale hasn't been seen in many years. It would be fine for a violent gang to secretly kill a few people, but how could they blatantly attack the headquarters of the Zhengxin Society? Violent groups come here to make money, not to be born with a love of violence. Killing so many people is not good for them, not to mention that if the authorities investigate later, no matter which group it is, they will be rooted out by the authorities. "Could it be the Metropolitan Police Department? They're killing people because the leader killed their undercover agent?" But it had only been a short time, and the Metropolitan Police Department had already avenged their comrades so vigorously. Was this still the Metropolitan Police Department that he knew was always late and apologetic? Even if they were wrong first, how would the Metropolitan Police Department face the accusations of national public opinion after killing so many people? Even if the Chief of Police stepped down, he might not be able to handle it. "Yes, and neither! A ghost! A monk, he is hitting with a stick, an evil body! He is not a human, he must be the evil body of the Twin Bodies of Buddha!" Kimura shouted incoherently. Seeing that the situation was not good, Kimura ran away quickly and did not have time to see the monk in the bamboo hat spitting out fireballs. Otherwise, he might have collapsed completely by now.
"idiot!" Senior Brother Ida grabbed Kimura and slapped him several times in a row! "What nonsense! Even if it is the evil body of the Twin Buddha, don't forget that our leader is the reincarnation of the good body! Good will never prevail over evil, and we still have the leader behind us!" Maybe it was the leader's name or the effect of those slaps, but Kimura's eyes gradually regained clarity and he stopped yelling. Seeing this, Senior Brother Ida nodded and asked, "You mean a monk? Not the Metropolitan Police Department? Yakuza?" "Yep!" "Since he is just a monk holding a stick, what is there to be afraid of? Even if it is Mou Qing, how many bullets can he take?" "You mean?" "Even if the Dharma Protection Team is destroyed, we still have the World Purification Team. Our World Purification Team is the leader's most reliable last line of defense!" Senior Brother Yida said with a fierce look on his face. At the same time, the monk in the bamboo hat had come from the vestibule to the corridor, leaving a row of wet footprints on the ground. He only needed to walk through the long wooden corridor to reach the atrium. At this time, seven or eight monks suddenly squeezed in from the other side of the corridor. These monks were different from the previous burly monks. Each of them had regular features and a muscular body. Moreover, they all held modified hunting rifles in their hands, and the two leaders were holding pistols. Senior Brother Yida looked at the white-robed monk wearing a canopy in front of him with an unfriendly look. The canopy is shaped like an inverted straw basket and is woven with rattan or bamboo strips, with only a few rows of large square holes left on the front. It is a typical attire of the Puhua sect monks, who are also known as the Void Monks. Could it be that the temples in Chichibu County, Saitama Prefecture, were dissatisfied with the Shoxin Society's encroachment on their faith and launched a religious war to wipe out the Shoxin Society? But how is this possible? ! Even in the Warring States Period, there were no such fierce warrior monks! "Stinky monk, stop, don't move! Who are you? Why are you here?!" Senior Brother Ida raised his pistol without aiming specifically, as there was no way to dodge in the corridor, not to mention that there were several shotguns there. Japan prohibits illegal possession of guns by civilians and is a country with strict requirements on gun management, which ranks among the most stringent in the world. With the financial resources of the Zhengxin Society, they could only get three pistols, and the rest could only be made up of shotguns. But even so, a gun is still a gun. The lethality and attack range of hot weapons far surpass all long and short cold weapons! Feeling the cold touch of steel in his palms and looking at his companions around him, Kimura, who was almost frightened before, regained courage. Guns are a man's power. If someone can accomplish something earth-shattering with a broken homemade gun, how can he, Kimura, who is holding a real pistol, not be the shield that protects the leader! "Tell me! Who sent you? What do you want to do?" Kimura threatened in a cowardly manner. "Haven't I been discussing Buddhism with your Zhengxin Society in a way that we both like?" The monk in the bamboo hat took off his canopy, revealing the deep wrinkles on his brow and a pair of dark eyes under his thick brows. "I have finished communicating Buddhist teachings with ordinary monks. The next one should be the leader. You all should go and listen too!" A hint of red light flashed in the left eye of the monk in the bamboo hat. What a joke! How could we allow a dangerous person like you to meet the leader? I’m going to kill you right here! Kimura was about to pull the trigger, but he was shocked to see from the corner of his eye that the other monks silently put down their guns, dispersed in an orderly manner, stood on both sides, revealing the aisle. "Are you going to betray the leader?" Kimura was about to shout this, but found out that he was one of them.
When the monk in the bamboo hat walked past Kimura, he looked at him with disdain, as if he was looking at an ant. "You don't have to go." Kimura picked up the gun and put it to his chin. "boom!" Evil body... As expected, it is an evil body... Chapter 48 Buddhist Dharma Exchange (Seeking Follow-up Reading) "Come on, two laymen, please use the sacred fire to purify this pair of evil spirits!" The leader, wearing a red cassock inlaid with pearls and jade, looked at the couple holding torches with a look of compassion on his face, but his eyes were full of cruelty and mockery. His favorite thing, besides lynching traitors, was to hold sacrifices, with the victims' relatives lighting the fire themselves. This is not only a test of obedience, but also means that the believer has cut off all past ties and will be completely devoted to him from now on! This feeling of being absolutely believed in by others, this feeling of wantonly playing with other people's feelings, just like the previous power of life and death, made him have the illusion that he was already a god. The couple's faces changed from gloomy to bright, and their hands holding the torches began to tremble as they faced their wailing sons. Finally, the mother couldn't hold on any longer. She threw the torch to the ground, knelt before the leader, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Merciful leader, please forgive us! Please forgive us! We regret it and will not offer sacrifices anymore..." The leader didn't even look at the mother kneeling on the ground, but stared at the father, squeezing out a few words on his expressionless fat face: "how about you?" The children's father held a torch and gritted his teeth to take action, but he failed several times. Finally, he collapsed and fell to the ground, choking with sobs: "Please forgive me, Master. I am willing to donate all my property as a substitute..." "Suppress these two sinners who betrayed the true faith!" The leader kicked the man over and shouted loudly. The other monks who were watching nearby rushed forward, tied up the couple, and pushed them aside. The leader, with a bloated belly, bent down with difficulty, picked up the torch, and preached loudly and passionately: "Money, family affection, and even life in this world are nothing but illusions, like dew and lightning. Only the salvation of this leader is eternal! You only need to believe in me, follow me, and obey me to be saved! Nothing else is needed!" Hundreds of believers cheered loudly, not caring that the ground was wet and muddy from the rain, and they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed! That’s the feeling! The leader thought happily in his heart. Many of these hundreds of believers were only forced to attend the Dharma Assembly by their relatives and friends. In the beginning, they looked down upon him as the leader, and cursed him on the spot, or dared not speak out, and only nodded in agreement with disapproval in their eyes. However, as long as he displayed his magical powers, they would eventually bow down at his feet and become his loyal believers. This is extraordinary! This is the Dharma!
I am God! The leader picked up the torch, swung it vigorously, and threw it onto the firewood. "Boom!" There was a flash of lightning in the dark clouds, and lightning snakes shuttled through the clouds. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the original drizzle was already showing signs of developing into heavy rain. The firewood had long been wet by the rain and had accumulated a lot of moisture. With the rain getting heavier, the torch fell on it, and the flame flickered a few times before being extinguished by the rain. "You bastard! God damn it!" The leader was humiliated, wiped the rain off his face, and started to curse. He quickly beckoned over a few monks: "Go get the gasoline... no, go get all the fuel from the kitchen." The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the leader could no longer bear it. He waved his sleeves and went to the Buddhist temple to take shelter from the rain. As for the other believers, they could only stay in the courtyard and get caught in the rain. Otherwise, how could they demonstrate their firm faith? "boom!" A gunshot rang out, clearly audible even in the rain, and reached the leader's ears. A gun was fired? The leader was shocked. The fact that the Orthodox Society kept firearms was a secret. In order to be on the safe side and prepare for the worst, only a few of his trusted disciples and monks who had received initiation were gathered together for shooting training. What happened in the front yard that had to be solved with a gun? At this time, he saw a monk in white with thick eyebrows and big eyes walking out of the corridor. "Who are you?!" Seeing this unidentified monk whose robe was obviously different from that of the Zhengxin Society, the leader frowned, felt a little uneasy, and shouted sternly. Ida, who was sent out, disappeared, and the gunshot made his eyelids twitch, and he had a premonition that the end of the world was coming. Looking at the fat, stupid and pig-like leader in front of him, Uchiha Ming, who had transformed into the Earth-Land, couldn't help but sneer! Although this was the first time he met the leader face to face, his spies had been monitoring the leader from the air. The fat pig in front of him deserved to be killed even if he was caught and set on fire. "Amitabha, I am here to discuss Buddhism." After killing so many evil monks, Uchiha Ming's blood began to boil. The murderous aura had not yet subsided, and it was further fluctuating. "Evil demons and heretics, look at my Dharma!" The leader was startled and raised a hand to press towards Uchiha Ming! "surprised!" A golden Buddha's palm more than one meter long appeared above Uchiha Ming's head, and it slapped downwards. With a loud bang, mud and water splashed, and a hole the size of a door panel and half a meter deep was smashed on the ground! "Did he finish it?" The leader opened his eyes wide.
At this moment, a monk in white with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked out of the corridor, exactly the same as the previous one. "Is this the master's Dharma? Then it's time for you to see my Dharma." Uchiha Ming waved his sleeves and took out a shiny black pistol. "boom!" A bullet pierced the leader's shoulder. A hint of embarrassment flashed across Uchiha Ming's eyes. He was originally aiming at the leader's bulging belly, but after all, it was his first time touching a gun, so it was good enough that he could hit the target.
