In the tenth year of Yongping, a monk from India was invited to carry Buddhist scriptures with an envoy of the Eastern Han Dynasty on a white horse, and the Buddha statues returned to Luoyang. Emperor Ming of Han was very happy to see the Buddhist scriptures and Buddha statues. He treated the two monks with great respect and received them personally, and arranged for them to live in Honglu Temple, and sometimes went in to listen to the Buddha's manager.

The following year, Emperor Ming of Han ordered the establishment of a monastery in Luoyang. In order to commemorate the white horse carrying scriptures, it named it "White Horse Temple".

Over the years, White Horse Temple has been granted by the emperor's imperial edict, and it is also known as the imperial temple among the people.

"Clang...Clang..."

As usual, in the morning, the melodious Buddhist bells sounded again in the White Horse Temple, and the sound spread ten miles. The people living around were calm when they heard the bell ringing, and bowed to the mountain from afar.

At the same time, the monks who had finished morning classes in the temple also scattered, either looking for places to recite scriptures, going to the fields to work, or going to the backyard martial arts hall to practice martial arts.

In the quiet room of the abbot, the elderly Hong Yuan was meditating and reciting scriptures in front of the Buddha. He had been in seclusion for three days and was doing a precepts for the birthday of the ancient Buddha Raindeng.

Suddenly, a masked man in black jumped in from outside the window, and without saying a word, he slapped Hong Yuan's head.

Hong Yuan had already entered into meditation at this time, closed his five consciousnesses, and lost perception of everything outside. Before he could react, the masked man's palm had already fallen to his head.

"Huh?" Seeing that he didn't respond, the masked man couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise. The palm that was about to fall to the top of his head immediately changed, turned into claws, and strangled Hong Yuan's throat.

It was not until this time that Hong Yuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the masked man in front of him and was a little surprised, but his eyes soon returned to the ancient well without wave.

"Amitabha, what is the donor's intention to do this?" Hong Yuan recited the Buddha's name, his face calm, neither panic nor shouted for help.

The masked man showed a playful look in his eyes and whispered: "I heard that the abbot has an antique in his hand, and I want to ask for it to play with it."

"I am a monk, all four elements are empty, so how can there be any antiques?" Hong Yuan shook his head gently and said.

The masked man smiled and said, "Don't pretend to be garlic! That antique is a bronze plaque the size of a palm, with strange patterns carved on it, and some seal characters that are inconsistent, saying that there is no such thing?"

Hong Yuan was slightly stunned, frowned and thought for a while, but shook his head: "I really don't have what the donor said in my hand."

"Don't you say it, are you afraid of life?" The masked man said with a sinister voice and threatened: "You are not afraid of death, aren't you worried about those little monks?"

"Amitabha!" Hong Yuan chanted the Buddha's name and slowly closed his eyes, ignoring his threat, as if he was calm and dying.

The masked man's eyes flashed with a sharp look and he was still talking, but as Hong Yuan recited the Buddha's name, the window frame suddenly "boomed" and broke open. At almost the same time, the wooden door of the quiet room was also knocked open with a "bang". A group of fierce monks rushed in with sticks.

As soon as one of the tall monks entered, he saw clearly the situation in the field and immediately shouted: "Save the abbot!"

The masked man was shocked, but at this moment, Hong Yuan suddenly moved and saw his eyes open suddenly. At the same time, his right index finger quickly pointed at the masked man's wrist that strangled his throat.

"Puff!" A muffled sound came, and a bloody hole was pierced into the masked man's palm.

Hong Yuan's finger was actually sharper than an awl.

"Ah!" The masked man cried out instinctively, and took advantage of this opportunity. The monks rushed forward and instantly blocked Hong Yuan from the masked man, making Hong Yuan escape from the other party's grasp

Hong Yuan looked calm and raised his head without any haste and looked at the masked man.

But at this time the masked man had no time to look at him again, because just as he retracted his palm, five or six long sticks had already smashed him down.

"Ah..." The masked man shouted, and without caring about his injured palm, he retreated back.

The monks failed at the same time, but they were not in a hurry. Instead, they sneered and raised their long sticks again and smashed them at him.

There is a reason for saying that they are not in a hurry. This is the abbot's quiet room, which is only two meters in size. The masked man retreated without doors or windows, and only one wall. In this case, no one is worried that he can escape the siege.

But who would have thought that the masked man seemed to be prepared and hit the wall hard with his back to the wall. He actually knocked out a human-shaped hole with a "boom" sound, and then rolled on the spot and escaped.

"No, chase after me!" The monks were stunned and reacted and rushed to chase after me.

After all the monks rushed out, the monk who had rushed into the quiet room walked to the crack of the broken wall to check, reached out and pinched the broken bricks and soil, frowned, and turned to report to Hong Yuan: "Abbot, this wall... seems to be soaked in water."

Hong Yuan slowly got up, walked over and looked carefully, then picked up a bunch of soil and put it in front of his nostrils and smelled it, shook his head, and said in an old voice: "It was not soaked in water, but burned in fire."

"Fire?" The tall monk was stunned, and quickly imitated Hong Yuan's appearance, picked up a cube of soil and put it to his nostrils and smelled it. Sure enough, a burnt smell poured into his nose.

His expression suddenly became solemn: "Abbot, in this way, this person must have sneaked into the temple long ago! Or maybe he has accomplices!"

Hong Yuan recited the Buddha's name with a calm expression: "Amitabha! Don't think too much, just capture him and ask him to know."

"Yes, follow the abbot's order!" The tall monk understood and turned around and walked out quickly.

Hong Yuan pondered for a moment, but didn't know what he thought of, so he also got up and walked out.

At this time, the masked man outside was surrounded by many monks, and at least three stick seals had fallen from front and back, obviously losing.

It’s not that he has no martial arts skills. If he fights alone, none of these monks will be his opponent, but there are so many monks that cannot withstand these monks.

Not only are there many people, but they also have a set of battle formation methods that specifically use sticks to deal with them.

Not far away, the leading tall monk also walked out. The masked man's eyes flashed with a sharp look. He suddenly waved his long sleeves and a "huh" sounded, and a ball of flame spurted out of his sleeve. The two monks were unprepared. They were sprayed on their bodies by flames. They screamed and retreated, fell to the ground, took off their clothes, and rolled over to extinguish the flames.

But strangely, these flames are different from ordinary fire. They are like maggots on the body and cannot be eliminated no matter how they slapped them. Moreover, the fire seems to be contagious, and as soon as the hand touches it, it immediately burns.

"Good thief!" The tall monk happened to see this scene, and for a moment he was furious, and rushed up with a stick.

But the masked man seemed to be on guard against him. As soon as he saw him rushing over, his other arm also raised and sprayed another ball of flame at him.

In desperation, the tall monk could only retreat.

At this time, the abbot had already walked out slowly, counting huge rosary in his hand. Seeing this scene, his face darkened.

"Puda, save people first!"

"Yes!" When the tall monk heard this, he immediately stepped back, bypassed the masked man surrounded by the middle, ran to the two monks who were burned by the flames, and began to rescue him.

But Hong Yuan looked at the masked man who was blasting fire from time to time in the field, and suddenly shook the rosary, and the rope of the rosary was broken, and the rosary was roaring, attacking him like a marble.

"Puff!" The masked man had been on guard against him. When he saw his movements, he immediately dodged and dodged, but he was surrounded and there was too little room for dodging. Finally, he was hit by a rosary on his shoulder.
Chapter completed!