The Zhike monk quickly turned over the letter.
When the clerk of the Tianhong Palace delivered the letter, although he mentioned it to the abbot, the monk did not consider it the same thing, and it was forgotten when it was thrown on the table.
Nor can it be blamed on the fact that the monks are not regarded as the same thing. Although the Tianhong Palace is known as a thousand-year-old family, its size and background are far from being comparable to the White Horse Temple. He doesn't directly touch the affairs of the Rainbow Palace, so as not to affect his Buddha's mind.
Well, the so-called Gentleman Yuanpiaochu is the reason.
Now, this neglected letter has been turned over again.
The ordinary white paper envelope has no words on it, and it contains a thin sheet of paper.
The old monk Baima didn't take the letter and asked the Zhike Seng to take it out and read it to him.
The Zhike Seng looked at the piece of paper with a strange look on his face, and said hesitantly: "Mountain!"
"What about then?" The old monk Baima waited for a while, and then asked if there was no more information. He wondered if this acquaintance was illiterate and it was so difficult to read a letter, so I should change to another one.
"No, just one word." Zhike Seng replied cautiously, "The writing is quite small, as if it were written by a ballpoint pen."
The old monk Baima frowned and looked at the Zhike Monk. Seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, he said, "Turn the letter paper over and show me." However, he refused to take the letter paper anyway. He became the host for a few years. If it hadn't been for the former host to hang up suddenly, and he wouldn't be able to take his turn, it would be justified at this time, and he couldn't bear to die, so he would naturally cherish his life.
The Zhike monk turned the paper around and faced the old monk of the white horse.
The paper was torn from the notebook, with burrs, and a small blue mountain character was written in the middle. It was really written with a ballpoint pen. There was a bit of grass, showing the writer's carelessness.
What does it mean
The old monk Baima was confused, suddenly felt that the words on the paper had become a little fuzzy, and subconsciously squinted his eyes to take a closer look.
The word "mountain" suddenly became bigger in his eyes, and instantly turned into a real mountain, falling from the sky, whizzing down against him.
The old monk Baima screamed, and in the sight of the Zhike, it suddenly turned into a pool of meat on the ground.
The Zhike monk was so frightened that he turned his head and ran out, shouting as he ran: "The abbot is dead, the abbot is dead..."
He could run for two steps, and he felt his feet sway violently, his ears were like thunder, and the temple fell all around, the ground cracked, and the dust was full.
Zhike stumbled forward and ran for two steps. A big hole suddenly cracked on the ground. Before he could even make a scream, he fell in and disappeared.
In his last sight, all the houses in his sight collapsed, and the panicked monks were running around in the dust and smoke.
At this moment, Li Hongguang had just driven down the mountain and not far away. Hearing the movement, he turned his head to look, but saw that the mountain peaks shook violently behind, countless broken rocks fell and fell, and the rising black dust slowly rose. A huge mushroom cloud condensed in the sky.
"Mountains, landslides?" Li Hongguang was so scared that he subconsciously wanted to find a place to pull over and stop the car.
"Keep on driving, I'm in a hurry." Zhou Yang stopped his attempt.
"Sir, the impact of this landslide is too great. The ground will crack. It's not safe to open this way..."
Li Hongguang said with difficulty, filled with the feeling of a dog. The White Horse Temple that the Buddha estimated could be met with a landslide. How could it be reasonable
"Don't worry, it won't affect the road, let's go."
Zhou anode is calm.
The scene before him was because the old monk Xiu Baima saw the Heart Sutra of King Fudo Ming and bound himself to the mountain temple. The chain reaction caused by his death was not a real landslide. The old monk hadn't repaired to the same level as the mountain, and it couldn't affect the main body of the mountain. Only the surface of the mountain collapsed.
However, the line of White Horse Temple is destined to never end.
"The heart is not enough to swallow an elephant."
Zhou Yang sighed, if the old monk is not reluctant to be in this presiding position, and believe him, immediately find someone to succeed him and pass it on, and he will only die, not the entire White Horse Temple.
"What did you say?" Li Hongguang was trembling, and he subconsciously asked without hearing Zhou Yang's words.
"It's nothing, it's a pity that this place is beautiful." Zhou Yang shook his head and said nothing.
Li Hongguang didn't even have the mind to speak anymore. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, fixed his eyes on the front, and drove forward more than ten miles in this posture like a great enemy, until the movement completely calmed down. He breathed a sigh of relief, glanced in the rear mirror, and said with some regret: "It's a pity, such a big scene, it would be nice if I took a camera with me. Oh, such a disaster, I don't know the white horse. How terrible the monks in the temple have to die."
Although his heart was sorrowful, Li Hongguang only sighed after all. After all, although the White Horse Temple is famous, it is too far away from his life. Usually people who worship Buddhas and horses at incense will not come to such an expensive place.
Li Hongguang regretted not being able to photograph this rare disaster scene, but it does not mean that no one took it.
When he drove on the road to Xuanzhuguan, a large group of Taoist priests had gathered in one of Xuan's subjective rooms.
They are all elites in the view, really want to form a group to go out, sweeping a whole area is not a problem.
After receiving the call from the old monk of White Horse, Xu Yanzhen, the master of Xuan Zhuguan, immediately watched the mobilization, lined up troops and prepared to fight.
Just kidding, Xuan Zhuguan’s hundreds of years of fame was not made by fawning on the powerful, but by countless elite disciples!
Not to mention the reinforcements invited by the Tianhong Palace, even if the Yinhuxuan, known as the number one faction, comes to the door, Xuanzhuguan has the power to fight!
It's just that the years are peaceful now, but there hasn't been such a big fight for many years. Now the opportunity has come. All of Xuan Zhuguan's elite disciples are full of energy and fighting spirit.
"It's a mere Tianhong Palace that dares to challenge the majesty of my Xuanzhuguan. It's simply overwhelming. This time we have to not only defeat the enemy, but also win beautifully, win the brilliance, and play the prestige of my Xuanzhuguan..."
True person Xu Yan was mobilizing before the war, when he saw a Taoist priest hurried up from the side and whispered a few words in his ear.
Xu Yanzhen immediately stopped speaking and walked out of the room with the Taoist priest into another room.
There is a computer in the room.
Computers for government offices have not become popular these days. Xuan Zhuguan has been installed in keeping with the trend. Not only has it installed, but it has also installed a dial-up cat. It can be said that it is actively advancing with the times.
A short video was playing on the computer screen, which was just sent by e-mail.
In the picture, a high mountain is trembling, shaking up rubble like rain, and dusty sky! (End of this chapter)