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The sound of chanting sutras continued to linger in Fang Ming's ears, like a Buddhist chant that transcended time and space, carrying the vicissitudes and mystery of ancient times, penetrating the long river of time, and directly hitting the softest place in his heart.

The sound of the sutras seemed to contain endless wisdom and compassion, which caused ripples in Fang Ming's heart.

He was still chanting sutras when he was about to die!

His eyes were cold, and an inexplicable determination surged in his heart.

Without a moment's hesitation, three pepper cherries appeared out of thin air, like evil flowers quietly blooming in the night, with the dual meaning of destruction and rebirth, quietly approaching the ancient temple.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the world seemed to be upside down at this moment, and the power of the three bombs intertwined into a net of death, instantly covering the temple.

At the moment of the explosion, flames shot up into the sky, like three angry fire dragons, raging in the night sky. The explosive power of the pepper cherry was amazing. Not only did it instantly turn the bricks and rubble of the temple into powder, but it also left a blazing sea of ​​fire. The flames illuminated half of the sky and the heat waves rolled.

The aftermath of the explosion was like a violent storm, rolling up dust all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and swallowing everything around in chaos.

Where Fang Ming stood, the wind was raging, and his clothes were rustling. His face looked even colder in the flying dust and fire, and his eyes were flashing with determination and unyielding light.

When the raging wind and sea of ​​fire gradually subsided, everything returned to tranquility, but the scene in front of him had changed.

The temple, the once solemn and glorious temple, was now only a ruin. Among the broken walls, the former splendor was covered with thick dust and charred marks, like the dust of history, burying the past glory and sacredness.

The Buddha statue collapsed, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground. The former compassion and solemnity seemed particularly desolate and tragic in the ruins and the sea of ​​fire.

In this devastated scene, a golden light suddenly lit up, penetrating the dust and flames, illuminating the surroundings.

The golden light was like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, warm and full of hope, sweeping away the haze of ruins and despair.

Fang Ming followed closely and saw a golden figure standing in the cracks of the ruins, like a phoenix reborn from the flames, spotless and extraordinary.

The monk was wearing a cassock, which was embroidered with complicated gold threads, flashing a faint luster, and looked even more sacred under the reflection of the fire.

On his bald head, nine scars were clearly visible.

A golden halo floated behind his head, like the Buddha's light, sacred and inviolable, isolating the surrounding sea of ​​fire and dust, as if he was in another world.

He put his hands together, his face was calm, and there seemed to be stars in the universe in his eyes, deep and quiet, as if he could see through all the vanity and suffering in the world.

When the monk raised his hand, a warm and powerful force surged from his palm, instantly extinguishing the surrounding sea of ​​fire, as if the spring drizzle moistened the dry earth, making everything revitalized.

The fire dissipated, and in the ruins, only a piece of tranquility and peace was left, as well as the faint golden light emanating from the monk, warm and healing.

Fang Ming looked at the monk, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he secretly mocked in his heart:

"You blew up the temple, and you are still pretending here."

His eyes were full of contempt, as if he wanted to see through the monk's hypocrisy.

At this moment, the monk's eyes were gentle and deep, as if he could see through all the troubles in the world.

He spoke slowly, his voice was like a spring breeze, with a trace of imperceptible compassion: "Why did you commit murder in front of my temple? All living beings are suffering, why don't you put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right here?"

Fang Ming sneered even more when he heard this, and his eyes flashed with a firm killing intent:

"Although these monsters are still alive, their hearts are as dead as ashes. If we don't kill them, do we have to leave them to you as the vanguard to attack us humans?"

His tone was cold and resolute, as if every word was a sharp blade.

The monk shook his head gently, still with that sanctimonious smile on his face: "Donor, you are too serious. We monks are compassionate, how can we attack humans? We just want to promote Buddhism and save all living beings."

His tone was calm and firm, as if every word contained endless wisdom and compassion.

Fang Ming laughed in anger, his voice full of sarcasm and disdain: "It's better to kill them! They look like they've lost their minds, it's no different from being dead!"

His eyes flashed with madness, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger and pain in his heart.

The monk remained calm, as if the other party's anger and anger had nothing to do with him: "Donor, you are obsessed. You kill with your mouth and die with your mouth closed. You have entered the devil's way. It's better to follow me into the monastery and turn back."

His voice flowed like a spring, trying to cleanse Fang MingThe dirt in the heart.

Fang Ming laughed, and laughed wantonly and arrogantly: "Escape to Buddhism? How do you escape?"

His eyes flashed with curiosity and disdain, as if he wanted to see what tricks this monk could play.

The monk had no expression on his face, but his voice was unquestionably firm: "Let go of the killing thoughts, let go of hatred, abandon cause and effect, worship my Buddha, chant Buddhist scriptures, build Buddhist temples, and contribute to my Buddha's coming."

His tone was full of piety and faith in Buddhism.

Fang Ming raised his eyebrows, with a bit of teasing in his tone: "Then what? Wait for your Buddha to come and turn everyone into believers, walking corpses?"

His eyes were full of ridicule and disdain for Buddhism.

The monk patiently explained again, his voice gentle but firm: "The donor is too prejudiced against my Buddha. When my Buddha comes, the whole world will be a Buddha land, everyone will believe in Buddha, everyone will worship Buddha, follow the precepts, and abide by the Dharma. Naturally, everyone will be good, and the world will be peaceful."

His tone was full of vision and hope for the future.

Fang Ming sneered, with a bit of disdain and ridicule in his voice: "Everyone is a walking corpse, and the world will be peaceful. Humph, I won't argue with you about this nonsense. There is a severe drought in the west, what kind of magic did you use?"

His eyes were full of doubt and anger.

When the monk heard this, his face was still as calm as water, and he just blurted out three words: "It cannot be said."

There was a bit of mystery and unspeakable meaning in his tone.

Fang Ming was furious when he heard this, and his voice exploded like thunder: "Don't say? Beat you until you say it!"