The Golden Eagle Dharma King sighed, then comforted Sang Mojie, saying, "Brother Abbot, perhaps the general is just going to go for a walk. He will be back when the three-day deadline is up."
Sang Mojie glanced at the Golden Eagle Dharma King and said, "It's almost dark now. Tomorrow morning, True Man Hongqing will arrive at the Amoghavajra Temple. The abbots of all the temples in Shaluo have also arrived. Unless General Zhuosha can return within three hours, he will definitely miss the imperial decree."
Sang Mojie said this and continued, "It is impossible for the general to not understand this, so he must have encountered something."
As soon as Sang Mojie finished speaking, Kong Xiu snorted coldly and said, "It's better to die outside."
As soon as he said this, a chill rose from his feet to his head. Sang Mojie suddenly turned around and looked at Kong Xiu, then asked seriously, "Junior Brother Kong Xiu, is that you?"
"Hahaha!" Hearing Sang Mojie's question, Kong Xiu burst into laughter, and then said lightly: "Yes, it's me. I have killed the General of Capture and Killing, and destroyed his soul and body. If Brother Abbot can't find the General of Capture and Killing, why not capture me and send me to Master Hongqing to apologize!"
"You!" Sang Mojie glared, but soon calmed down, then his eyes slightly focused, and he had already ruled out Kong Xiu's suspicion in his mind.
Sang Mojie swept his eyes over Kongming, Kongyan, and the Golden Eagle Dharma King, then said in a deep voice, "My fellow disciples, this matter concerns the lives of hundreds of thousands of monks from Bukong Temple and Shaluo Country. This is not a joke!"
When the four elders heard this, they looked at each other, then put their hands together and chanted, "Namo Amitabha."
Sang Mojie looked at the reactions of his four junior fellow apprentices and couldn't help but feel tired and powerless. "If the General Capture and Kill disappears out of thin air in my Bukong Temple, it will definitely become a reason for Master Hongqing to attack me."
"Does he have any evidence?" Kongming asked. "What evidence does he have to prove that General Zhuosha was murdered by my Bukong Temple? What evidence does he have to prove that General Zhuosha didn't flee out of fear of the harsh laws of heaven?"
Kong Yan also nodded and said, "If he doesn't have solid evidence and yet attacks the teachings of the Northern Amoghavajra Buddha in the human world, how will the cultivators of the three realms view the Heavenly Court? How will they view the Western Heaven Palace? How will they view other realms?"
Sang Mojie shook his head and sighed, then sat back on his cushion, closed his eyes slightly and said no more.
...
Time passed moment by moment, and soon it was the early morning of the third day.
All the guardian monks and monks of the Bukong Temple who went out to search returned to the Bukong Temple, but the result disappointed Sang Mojie. They did not find the general who had been captured and killed, and neither he nor his body was found.
Sang Mojie stood in front of the main hall and saw a dark cloud slowly floating in the sky. His heart was also covered by the dark cloud and became extremely gloomy.
"A violent storm is coming soon." Sang Mojie said with a sad face.
As soon as Sang Mojie finished speaking, the dark cloud suddenly dissipated at an extremely fast speed. Then a vast rosy cloud appeared above the sky and quickly descended towards the Bukong Temple.
"Here it comes." Sang Mojie's expression changed, and then he immediately ordered his disciples to ring the Zen bell in the temple.
'Dong' 'Dong' 'Dong'
Three melodious bell sounds spread throughout the inside and outside of the Amoghavajra Temple. In an instant, countless fairy lights flashed across the Amoghavajra Temple. Only ten breaths later, 118 abbots of Buddhist temples from all over the country of Shala gathered in the square outside the main hall.
Then the four elders of Amoghavajra Temple immediately appeared behind Sangmojie, followed by the guardian monks of Amoghavajra Temple and all the true disciples.
Sang Mojie cleared his mind of distracting thoughts and said to the monks, "Master Hongqing is about to arrive. Please follow me to the mountain gate to welcome him."
Upon hearing this, the monks clasped their hands together and responded in unison, "We will follow the Master's instructions."
Soon after, Sang Mojie led hundreds of monks, all of whom were at the True Immortal Realm or above, to the gate of Bukong Temple. After lining up in order, they saw Fang Jian's clouds slowly descending onto the square ground outside the gate.
When the clouds dispersed, a tall and majestic young man wearing a Qingxia Yudou Qilin robe, emitting a strong divine power, appeared in front of Sang Mojie and the monks, leading the Altar-Destroying General, the Temple-Destroying General and five hundred true immortal realm generals from the Western Heaven Palace.
Everyone in Xitian Palace knew all the immortal officials except Fang Jian and Sang Mojie, so at this moment they knew without asking that the young man in the lead was the famous Hongqing Zhenren Fang Jian.
But before Sang Mojie led the others forward, Fang Jian saw him holding the Divine Blue Jade Ruyi in his right hand and gently clapping it twice in his left palm. Then, his majestic and indifferent eyes swept around and he asked, "Where is the general who is going to capture and kill us?"
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