In the distant time and space, the monks with compassionate faces fiercely discussed how to wage a war of aggression.

In this regard, the Koyasan Shingon sect, which has a tradition of cultivating monks and soldiers since ancient times, the Pure Land Shinshu (or Ichijo sect), which is good at waging religious wars, and the Nichiren sect, which has been enthusiastically engaged in political affairs since the founding patriarch Nichiren Master, have all put forward many opinions from their own perspectives.

Unlike other sects, the Pure Land Shinshu and Nichiren sects have always been known for their loose precepts, and many of the followers of these two sects have become elite generals and staff officers in the Japanese military.

The monk Hijiji of the Nichiren sect Kuenji Temple, like a second-hand peddler, relayed the strategic concept of an army staff officer who threw himself under his disciple: "If you want to conquer the world, you must first conquer China, if you want to conquer China, you must first conquer Manchuria, and if you want to conquer Manchuria, you must first conquer Korea." The politicians of the Meiji era, through the war against the Qing Kingdom, gave us the right to rule Korea. But the white ghosts have too many interests in China, and there is even such a hateful thing as the Three Kingdoms interfering in Liao!"

The Tomi of Higashi Honganji nodded in agreement, "Because since ancient times, the power of the Legion of Light has been strictly limited to the battle against darkness. The legal lineage of the East and the Inquisition of the Vatican are all used to monitor and restrain us. But now it is different, we can bypass the constraints and first reclaim an ignorant and backward world for the Imperial Kingdom, and arm us with all its resources. No matter how strong the White Devils are, how can they compete with the Imperial Kingdom that controls a world?"

"That's right. Therefore, the land of the imperial kingdom should span two worlds. First conquer a world that is weak and ignorant, and then conquer this world polluted by white ghosts!"

And so it was settled.

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Prostrate before the altar to support the Great Ming Zun, the masked nun was silent for a long time, and finally got up.

She took off her monk's robe, revealing her white body, like a tender lotus root.

He pressed his body against the cold stone wall and whispered slightly.

In the whispering sound of joy or pain, the gods and Buddhas carved on the stone wall gradually faded. Those glazed lanterns, those gods and Buddhas who worship the Great Mingzun, gradually became nothing.

But at the same time, on the nun's naked and white back, it seems that someone has pricked the intricate embroidery with an invisible needle.

The Great Ming Zun who knotted the Dharma seal, the gods who came from all directions, and the everlasting lamp that people held in the palm of their hands. It was as if everything that originally existed here had been transferred to the nun's back.

Enduring the pain of pinprick and pricking, the smooth head, plump and soft shoulders, the slender but powerful waist, the perfectly curved buttocks, and even the legs and heels, are trembling slightly.

This patience makes the body, which is already full of mature charm, more charming. But the sweat that trickled down the nun's forehead testified to what kind of pain she had endured.

Finally, when the last glass lantern appeared on the nun's back, the moaning and trembling finally stopped.

The nun stared at the stone wall in front of her, was silent for a moment, picked up the monk's robe that had fallen to the ground, put on the monk's robe, and walked into the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, she had stepped into a meditation room, and there were piles of unfinished purses, embroidered ribbons and other female red work in front of her.

Outside the meditation room, an old Buddha woman patted on the door and urged: "Yueniang, Yueniang! Is the female red done? There are two more days that are the days of the transaction of the surnames of the Great Xiangguo Temple, if you don't have good embroidery work to sell, I have to reduce your food and clothing, and tell you to follow me along the door! Don't think about such a day when the door is not out and the second door is not stepped!"

At the urging of the old fayette, the nun responded in a low and hoarse voice: "Please rest assured, the nunnery master can finish it." ”

As she answered, the voice of the Buddha woman outside lowered, but the grumbling words still came into the ears of the nun little by little: "If you weren't able to do embroidery with good hands, like such a nun with a hoarse voice and an ugly face, which nunnery would be willing to take you in......?"

The old Buddha muttered, but the nun just sat quietly at the table, picked up the embroidery on the table, and smiled quietly.

Others may not believe it, but this inconspicuous Shuiyue Nunnery, as well as the owner of the nunnery who has a broken mouth and a stinginess, may be a rare gentleness and thoughtfulness among the people who have sheltered her.

Just when the nun picked up an unfinished embroidered bag and flew the needle to walk the thread, next to the underground altar, which had long been empty, a green lotus leaf floated away.

On the lotus leaf, the light suddenly distorted, and someone in a bamboo crown uniform, treading the waves down.

This appearance looks like it has twelve points of immortal energy, but it is a pity that the dumpling cat holding a bamboo crown on the top of its head is enough to reduce the fairy wind bone into a "pioneer rice".

Sima Ling's pair of cat's claws with meat pads grabbed the bamboo crown of Fuyun, and the cat's face was almost wrinkled: "Is this the Ghost Fan Tower? The air is so polluted, uncle! People who can stay in such a damp and smelly place are afraid that the olfactory nerves will die, right?"

"Ah, does it smell bad here?" Wei Ye shrugged indifferently and pointed to his nostrils: "I stuffed two cinnabar cattails in advance, and I can't smell anything strange here." ”

"Foul, cheating, I don't think about your lovely niece at all, what if my sense of smell fails? Ah, family affection is really a kind of nothing......"

"Where can you still react to the smell of organic matter decay, and although you try your best to act like a cat, you are essentially a hardware essence, right?"

"According to logic, I look like a cat and act like a cat, and everyone thinks I'm a cat, so I'm a cat!"

The cross talk between the uncle and nephew continued, but someone interjected weakly: "Lord, little lady, don't fight." Lord, I carried you up the Yellow River and swam straight for hundreds of miles, but I really can't hold on, so let the little monk climb up first to rest?"

As he spoke, a stone toad with a large fingernail crawled out from under the lotus leaf weakly, and lay on the ground panting.

Looking at Wang Chao, the toad who was about to die, Sima Ling had another topic of chatting with his uncle: "Obviously, Mocha, this Jiaojing, can also urge waves and resist water, why do you just point at Wang Chao and toss?"

"Let that Jiaojing urge the waves in the Yellow River to resist the water? Do you know what a dragon enters the sea...... Let the nature of Jiaojing come up, that is the result of making trouble together from the Yellow River to Bianshui, then what kind of fairy story do you Uncle I still play 'Lotus Leaf Boat on Lotus Leaf Weng', and the number of disaster films that changed to 'Crazy Jiao's Disaster' is about the same. ”