The middle part of Longwei Mountains.

The wind blows and the clouds move, the sea of ​​trees ripples, and a red wall reveals the treetops. Amidst the clouds and mist, the golden top is looming...

Below, on the stone mountain path, the shade of the trees is whirling, and the sun is shining. Pilgrims come and go in an endless stream. Those who go up the mountain hold the incense table, bow three times every three steps, being pious and polite, and those who go down the mountain take a leisurely stroll.

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Inside the temple, there is a mist of green smoke and the sound of bells is melodious.

This is a typical neo-Zen temple, which believes in the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. There is a Taoist temple on the left, a temple on the right, and a saint's hall in the middle.

The temple on the right is divided into several buildings, each dedicated to different gods and Buddhas.

Outside one of the temples, with the help of a maid, a woman dressed in luxurious clothes and wearing a hood crossed the threshold and entered the hall.

The tall female Buddha statue lowers her eyes, looking kind and peaceful.

"Amitabha." The monk at the door stepped forward and saluted.

The lady took off her hood, revealing a face that was nearly forty years old but still had charm.

Seeing the noble lady's face, the monk's expression changed, showing a solemn expression, and he saluted again, "I don't know that when the noble lady comes to visit, this temple has failed to welcome you from afar, and it is a sin."

"I'm going to inform the host right away!" After saying that, the monk was about to leave. But he saw the woman waving her hand and saying, "Little master, please stay."

"I come here to pay my respects. I am just a believing woman among the vast number of living beings. There is no need to trouble others."

"Yes!" In line with the rule that respect is worse than obedience, the monk bowed and left.

The noble lady came to the Buddha statue, burned incense and knelt down to worship. Her face was very pious and she whispered in her mouth, "Please bless the Bodhisattva and give me a faithful heir."

"Continue the bloodline of red mulberry and protect the country and the country."

"If I get a child, the believing woman will definitely come and fulfill my vow, reshape the golden body of the Bodhisattva, and save all people."

After making her wish, the noble lady stood up and bowed her head again, her eyes never leaving.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew behind her. Then, her shoulders sank, and an uninvited hand placed on her shoulders.

The noble lady is the princess of Hongsang Principality, her name is Li Anrong, and she has been favored by the two heads of Hongsang. She is old and has seen the world, and has long developed a character that is calm and calm when things happen.

Even if an uninvited guest suddenly appeared behind her and touched her body, she remained calm and didn't even look back. She asked calmly, "Who are you?"

The only answer she received was the cold blade pressed against her neck, leaving a faint trace of blood.

The sharp stinging sensation coming from the blade was so close that no one doubted that as long as she moved even a little, her head would fall to the ground.

"Walk!"

There was only one word out of the other person's mouth, it was simple and clear, the voice was slightly hoarse, it was a woman's voice.

The maid next to her froze on the spot, her eyes wide open, tears welling up in her eyes. Her expression perfectly interpreted the behavior of most humans when encountering horrific events: fear, fear, hesitation, not daring to move, not daring to scream.

, as if being frozen.

The person holding the princess hostage was a woman who was not too tall and had a slightly plump figure. She was wearing common wilderness travel attire, revealing brown hair and skin.

His eyes were dull, but he had the aura of a predator, full of fatal danger.

"Do you know who I am?" Li Anrong asked calmly.

In fact, she was already very panicked inside. What was holding her hostage was a scimitar, with a layer of scarlet light attached to the blade, indicating the power of chaos and destruction - magic energy, and the blade was only a tenth of a millimeter away from her carotid artery.

Less than.

"Stop talking and let's go!"

The other party seemed a little impatient and pushed her shoulder hard without any intention of explaining her identity. Maybe it was a secret, or maybe she was disdainful.

The blade of the knife was pressed against his neck, and his scarlet eyes were murderous. Li Anrong did not dare to resist at all, and was pushed out of the hall with staggering steps.

"This way!"

The woman pushed Li Anrong up several stairs to the back door of the temple.

"Donor, please stay!"

The moment he was about to step out of the door, a loud voice sounded from behind him.

Turning around, he saw dozens of monks holding iron rods chasing after him from behind. At the same time, the sound of trotting footsteps was heard outside the door, followed by a dozen figures blocking the exit.

With no way forward and no way out, the woman who held Princess Hongsang hostage was surrounded.

"Get out of the way!" The woman grabbed the princess's shoulders and pulled her to her side. Then she turned the scimitar and pointed the blade at the leading monk.

The opponent has nine fragrant scars on his head, while the others only have three to six, so he should be the one with the highest status on the field.

"Amitabha, good, good, good." The leader of the monks performed a Buddhist salute with one hand, "Female donor, this temple is a place of purity and tranquility, a place of pious worship, do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and must not do evil deeds."

"court death!"

Without saying a word, the woman slashed at him with a knife.

In an instant, the monk's pupils were filled with scarlet. The sword was as bright as blood, carrying fierce wind, and slashed at him quickly.

The magic blade, which represented chaos and destruction, seemed to be cutting off everything in the world. Just as the big bald head was about to be split in half, azure light erupted from all the monks at the same time.

Dozens of light shields are stacked together, and the excessive concentration of spiritual energy causes the space to slightly distort, sending out ripples layer upon layer.

The red sword light arrived instantly, and the moment it touched the shield, it shattered like an egg shell hitting a stone.

But this egg shell is not an ordinary egg shell, but a layer of egg shells. If one layer is broken, there will be another layer.

After finally breaking through the seven layers of light shield, the sword light gradually disappeared.

"Vajra Formation?"

The woman showed a surprised expression, probably because she didn't expect the other party to be able to block her attack.

The New Zen Diamond Formation is a formation that trains multiple people to coordinate defense, and can leapfrog to withstand attacks from powerful enemies.

On the other hand, perhaps out of fear of accidentally injuring the hostages, the monks took no further action after blocking the attack.

"Amitabha, that's good, that's good." The leader of the monks performed the Buddhist salute again, "The donor is too murderous, so he resorted to a killing move. If it weren't for the help of fellow disciples and brothers, I'm afraid the poor monk would have been killed."

"God has the virtue of a good life. May the donor put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.

"That's a lot of nonsense." The woman dismissed it, then waved her scimitar and said in a deep voice, "I don't know how much your diamond formation can block my swords."

She saw a fierce look in her eyes and shouted, "This is the holy land of the new Zen sect. Don't force me to go on a killing spree and stain the Buddha with blood!"

"The donor is so arrogant!" The monk was angry, but he was concerned about the opponent's strength and suppressed his anger to persuade him, "The donor is indeed capable. Our brothers are not good at learning and are indeed no match for the donor."

"But the benefactor openly kidnapped the princess and the princess in my new Zen temple, ignoring the laws of the kingdom and the dignity of the sect. The poor monk is incompetent. Even if he takes seven steps with blood splattered, he still has to stop the benefactor!"

At this time, more monks rushed over, led by an old monk wearing red cassocks and holding a golden bowl.

The spiritual energy fluctuations in the old monk's body are thick and steady. In the spiritual perception, it is like a huge stone Buddha with its eyes closed and facing the sky. It is peaceful and quiet, but it is quiet and does not emit any energy. It contains the power of overwhelming mountains and reclaiming seas.

At least he's a great lord!

"Almsgiver, please keep someone under the sword. The poor monk is willing to cut the meat and feed it to the eagle in exchange for Princess Hongmulberry!"

Seeing that there was no chance of winning in a head-on fight, the woman sheathed her sword. Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was over, the woman suddenly pulled down her collar, revealing a deep ravine.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

Seeing the unclean things, the monks quickly raised their heads to look at the sky and read out the Buddha's name.

However, the woman did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack to divert attention, but it was a habitual action. After all,

With the number of people and strength there, even if they seize the opportunity, it is impossible to defeat one against a hundred.

The woman pulled out a black leather document from the gap on her chest, held it in her hand, and showed it to the old monk.

"The case is being handled in a black jail, and all irrelevant personnel should leave immediately!"

The old monk was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly, "Who are you?"

"Judge of the Black Prison, Aqiaomu!"

The woman revealed her identity, and the old monk's expression suddenly changed. He turned around and waved vigorously at the monks, "Your honor is here, why don't you get out of here!"

The monks immediately took a few steps back, switching from the alert state of holding sticks to the peaceful state of standing guard.

"You know my identity, why don't you get out of the way?"

A Qiaomu wanted to force Li Anrong to leave, but there were still monks standing at the door, blocking the way.

"What do you mean?" Ah Qiaomu turned to look at the old monk.

"Master Judge, please allow the old monk to say a few words." The old monk nodded and begged.

A Qiaomu nodded.

"This temple is based in the Long River Basin, within the territory of Hongsang, Binglan City, and the Principality of Hongsang, all of which are our suzerain states."

"The presiding judge of Ice Blue City and the princess of Hongsang Principality are both our distinguished guests. We cannot afford to offend anyone."

"If this case had happened outside Longwei Temple, we would have listened to the rain through the window and stayed out of the incident. But if the incident happened inside the temple, in accordance with the Human Covenant formulated by the Committee on Human Survival, regarding the rights of major religions, no matter where the temple is located,

Just like the consulates of various countries, the interior of the temple is regarded as a religious territory, a new Zen pure land."

"This temple has the responsibility and obligation to ensure the safety of believers who come to worship within the territory."
To be continued...