Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

Chapter 295 Only Knowing Hinayana Buddhism

Zhang Xianhuai led a group of Jinyiwei wearing Feiyu uniforms and embroidered spring swords on their waists and surrounded the Huichang Temple.

Their footsteps were resounding, and the sinister aura seemed to completely crush the peaceful atmosphere of this Buddhist holy land.

Inside the temple, Master Xuanzang was preaching to the monks in the scripture hall. Hearing the noise outside, he was startled and quickly stood up, leading a group of monks out.

His steps were fast but steady, and his monk robe fluttered gently in the wind.

Before arriving at the temple gate, Master Xuanzang slowly put his hands together, his slender fingers interlaced, and chanted the four-character mantra "Amitabha" in a low and mellow voice.

He proclaimed the purity and compassion of Buddhism to the world, and tried to use it to resolve this sudden crisis.

He raised his head slightly, looked at Zhang Xianhuai calmly, and asked softly, "Sir, I wonder why you are leading troops to surround this peaceful Buddhist place?"

The hem of Zhang Xianhuai's suit, embroidered with unique patterns of flying fish, fluttered in the autumn wind.

He casually placed his right hand on the handle of the Embroidered Spring Knife, opened his lips slightly, and uttered a few words coldly: "The Jinyiwei don't need a reason to arrest people."

When Master Xuanzang heard this, he smiled in confusion.

That smile contained helplessness, calmness, and some insight into the unreasonable rhetoric.

He slid aside lightly, making room, and said, "Then please make yourself at your leisure, Commander Zhang."

At this time, a group of people who were watching the fun had already gathered around, and they started talking to each other.

A gray-haired old man, leaning on a cane, asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Did the Jinyiwei make a mistake? This Huichang Temple has always been a peaceful and harmonious place."

"I've been to Huichang Temple quite a few times. Master Xuanzang is such a nice guy! Every time he sees us, he patiently explains Buddhist principles and often gives out porridge to the poor."

A woman carrying a vegetable basket echoed, her eyes full of respect for Master Xuanzang.

"Yes, I heard that Master Xuanzang has been helping orphans and taking good care of those homeless children. How come he was suddenly surrounded by the Jinyiwei?"

A young man couldn't help but come forward and express his opinion loudly.

Master Xuanzang turned a deaf ear to the people's discussions, his face was as calm as water, but his hands were always tightly clasped together, and he kept chanting "Amitabha".

Seeing Zhang Xianhuai standing there for a long time without making any further moves, Master Xuanzang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he spoke again: "Commander Zhang, why don't you come in?"

He paused, his eyes filled with determination.

"I simply believe that everything has its own inherent principles. The clear will remain clear, and the turbid will remain turbid. Ultimately, everything must be governed by principles."

"If Commander Zhang were to throw all of us monks into prison today without any discrimination, we would be powerless to resist. But I firmly believe that justice still exists in this world!"

When Zhang Xianhuai heard Xuanzang's words, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and then a sarcastic sneer came out of his nose.

"Fair? You, a bald ass, dare to argue with this commander about justice."

He took a small step forward, his eyes piercing Xuanzang.

"Xuanzang, you may be innocent, but how much do you know about the story behind this?"

"You can only delve into the Hinayana Buddhist scriptures in those books, but turn a blind eye to the Mahayana Buddhism that is right in front of you."

"Since this commander has led his men here, he certainly wouldn't be without proof."

"Even if you have a clear conscience, what about the monks behind you? What about your disciple Bian Ji? Can he also be open and honest?"

The more he spoke, the higher his voice became.

"As the abbot of Huichang Temple, you have failed to properly manage the temple's affairs, causing many evils to breed in this pure Buddhist land. You are the biggest source of trouble for Huichang Temple."

"Since you are determined to judge right from wrong, and with so many people here as witnesses, I, the commander, will not resort to bullying. Therefore, I ask you, the abbot of Huichang Temple, to be patient and wait a little longer."

When Master Xuanzang heard what Zhang Xianhuai said, his brows furrowed tightly into the shape of a "chuan" character.

He slowly turned his head and glanced at the monks under his tutelage one by one.

All the monks had their heads lowered, and some were even trembling slightly. No one had the courage to look him in the eye.

Those pairs of evasive eyes silently revealed their inner fear and anxiety.

Seeing this situation, Master Xuanzang felt sad. He looked at Zhang Xianhuai's eyes that were looking straight at him, and there was unquestionable certainty in his eyes.

He lowered his head helplessly and chanted again: "Amitabha."

Zhang Xianhuai stood at the front with a sword in hand, his expression grim, quietly waiting for the arrival of key evidence.

The monks in Huichang Temple had already looked panicked on their faces. Some of them had beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads, wetting the blue bricks under their feet.

Some of them had wandering eyes, as if they had lost their souls, and it seemed that even they themselves were lost in this moment, not knowing how many evil things they had done in this seemingly holy temple.

"Commander Zhang, they're coming!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and everyone retreated to the sides like a tide, instantly making way for a narrow passage.

I saw a woman with her face covered tightly with a silk scarf walking slowly towards me.

She has a graceful figure, but exudes a chilling murderous aura.

She walked to Zhang Xianhuai's side, bowed respectfully, and said softly, "Commander Zhang."

Zhang Xianhuai nodded slightly, with expectation in his eyes, and said, "If you have any grievances, please tell me."

The woman nodded slightly, then raised her head, her eyes filled with flames of hatred as she glared viciously at the monks of Huichang Temple. She then fixed her gaze on a monk named Shi Ming and shouted, "Shi Ming, do you remember me?"

When the monk named Shi Ming saw the woman, he suddenly felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his heart, and his heart was filled with panic.

He forced himself to remain calm, trying to make his voice sound steady, and said, "Who are you? I am a monk! How could I recognize a woman like you?"