My sister was killed, and I transformed into a red suit at the beginning to demand my life...

The eternal sun still rises.

Warm light shines on the closed door of Prajna Temple.

But all the monks in the Great Willing Hall felt like they were falling into an abyss.

It's not that the body is cold.

But my heart is cold.

The first monk in the temple, wearing black robes, knelt down in front of the memorial tablet.

As the successor of Abbot Daoxin, he was adopted since he was a child. On weekdays, the two of them are like father and son and have a close relationship.

The first one's eyes were red and bloodshot inside.

Behind him are the hall masters, elders, supervisors and other monks of Prajna Temple.

Everyone looked ashen.

Just because of the abbot's faith and his body, he disappeared.

They waited all night.

Until in the Great Willing Hall, Daoxin's tablet suddenly shattered.

Only then did all the monks' faces change.

Even if you don’t want to accept reality anymore.

Daoxin's death is already in front of him.

After frantic inquiries.

They learned.

The abbots of the other four major temples also died.

Died in the wilderness.

Killed by evil deceiver.

At this moment, the old supervisor of Prajna Temple put his hands together and sighed: "Daoxuan, please forgive me."

"The abbot just went west and reached the Elysium one step ahead of us."

"You have been kneeling all night, you should go back and rest for a while."

I heard the elders tell me this.

Not long after turning thirty, the first Daoxuan, who was still in his prime, covered his cheeks.

A line of bloody tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

After the death of the abbot.

He has no relatives in Prajna Temple.

How could he want to believe it?

Daoxin's appearance is still vivid in his mind.

But in the blink of an eye.

His tablet fell to the ground.

A person's life.

It's so small.

They say it is the paradise world, but no one knows that death means death.

Daoxuan looked around.

There is a lot of yin in Prajna Temple.

It's like being in the eighteenth level of hell.

All the Eighteen Arhats were destroyed, the fish in the release pond stank everywhere, and the statue of Sakyamuni enshrined in the Mahavira Hall was reduced to pieces. Only the Great Wishing Hall, after emergency repairs, could still be called peaceful.

The place where he had been since childhood had been turned into such a horrible state!

Daoxuan's eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

Clenched fists.

It makes a crunching sound.

They are at odds with Li Gui in the wilderness!

"If I cannot take revenge, I will swear that I will not be a human being!"

In front of Abbot Daoxin's tablet, he swore with overwhelming resentment.

This was heard by the old prison.

He sighed helplessly.

"Daoxuan, someone who controls the sly gate came just now and told us to put down our hatred and stop thinking about revenge."

As soon as these words came out.

This directly angered Daoxuan.

The veins in his neck bulged, and he suppressed the grievance and anger that had been unleashed all night. He shouted hoarsely: "Why?"

"They ask us to let go of our hatred, so we can let it go?"

"What if the person who died was their chief?"

"The abbot's death might be their fault!"

After saying these words.

He was breathing heavily.

The anger on his face could not be suppressed no matter what.

"A top trickster?"

"I am now an intermediate level master of tricks. Wait for me for another five years. I will kill him in five years!"

"."

The old prison guard looked away helplessly.

He knew that Daoxuan could not control his anger now.

but.

"People say that the weird thing in the wilderness is not the top weird thing, but the red one." The old prison guard added.

Daoxuan: "."

Hearing this, Daoxuan's face turned red and white.

As if he had knocked over a bottle of vinegar and oil, the expression on his face could be described as wonderful.

If it were red clothes, it would be completely different from Li Jui.

Even if you give him another ten or twenty years.

There are no big opportunities.

It’s also difficult to become a redcoat.

Daoxuan looked at the old prison and was speechless for a long time.

He felt complicated in his heart, wondering why he didn't tell him earlier.

Now all the cruel words have been said.

There were so many elders watching around.

Does he still have face?

The Great Willing Hall fell into silence.

There was an elder who didn't understand the situation.

He asked cautiously: "Red clothes? You are so strong. Will the leader take revenge?"

As soon as these words came out, they were refuted by many hall masters.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Shut up!"

"You evildoer!"

A few scoldings.

Ask him to retract his neck immediately and stop talking.

He secretly cursed in his heart, it was obviously the first one who said it, but now he regretted it as soon as he said it, as if he had farted.

Take a look around.

Daoxuan only felt mixed emotions.

Slowly close your eyes.

The sun shines on the side of his face.

It hasn't moved for a long time.

At this moment, he felt confused.

If it's Hong Yi, I'm afraid the abbot's death will have to end at this point.

Don't blame the people who control the trick door for letting them put down their hatred.

Maybe it's God's will.

God allowed that evil trickster to do many evil things.

"Hey~"

When Daoxuan opened his eyes, he seemed to have aged ten years.

He showed a hint of fatigue.

The whole person looks like an eggplant beaten by frost.

The anger just now is gone.

"Prajna Temple, please change its name from now on."

"Red clothes cannot be insulted."

"The karma between Prajna Temple and Him should end here."

Daoxuan announced softly.

The old prison guard also nodded silently after hearing this.

"It seems that's all it can do."

But there are elders who disagree.

"Change your name?"

"Prajna Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, and no matter how different dynasties change, it has never changed its name!"

"If we change our name, what will the abbot who goes west think of us?"

"What will you think of us on this tablet?"

The elder asked just now with wide eyes.

Daoxuan looked at him with cold eyes after hearing this.

It gave the latter a chill on his neck.

The words in his mouth were swallowed directly.

"In that case, you go deal with Hong Yi. After Hong Yi is killed, you will become the abbot." Dao Xuan said, suppressing his anger.

"Well, let's change the name."

When the elder heard the sweat coming from his cheeks, he immediately changed his words.

Let him be an ordinary trickster to deal with Hongyi.

What's the difference between this and putting your head on the guillotine?

boom!

A blazing fire.

The buildings of Prajna Temple were burned down.

The fire burned all the statues of Eighteen Arhats and Sakyamuni, and the foul-smelling water in the release pond also evaporated.

The familiar Zen rooms and monk's residences all turned into smoke and swayed upwards.

Wisps of yin energy slowly dissipated in the firelight.

All over the mountains and plains.

All are blazing flames.

The firelight illuminated the cheeks of the monks of Prajna Temple.

Everyone had complicated expressions.

for a long time.

A heavy rain came down.

Daoxuan looked at the Prajna Temple that had been reduced to ashes.

All the strength in his body seemed to be drained out.

Changing the name is not safe. Cutting off all ties with Prajna Temple is the safest way.

This fire was set by his own hands.

Just to survive Hong Yi's pursuit.

"From now on, there will be no more Prajna Temple!"

Daoxuan declared as he looked at Liehuo and his heart was cut like a knife.

When they set fire to the mountain.

A hidden forum for trolls.

Someone saw this scene.

Posted it on the forum.

"Damn it, brothers, the Prajna Temple is on fire. It seems that the temple has been burned down!"

The man held up his mobile phone to take pictures of the fire at Prajna Temple from a distance.

In the video, he lowered his voice and said in shock.

The post was quickly pushed to the front row by people with a keen sense of smell.

People who eat melon don’t know why.

A temple of this level.

Generally, they should be equipped with a lot of fire-proof equipment.

But under the raging fire.

Not a single monk went to put out the fire.

It's really strange.