"Evil Buddha" is Fafei Monk, commonly known as Li Long, and was originally a disciple of a lay disciple under the Fangxinhu School of Shaolin.

Li Long showed his extremely high martial arts talent as soon as he entered Shaolin. However, because Xinhu never allowed him to be ordained as a monk, he was not allowed to contact Shaolin's most core martial arts skills.

Seeing that his brothers who were not as talented as him had begun to practice Shaolin’s superior martial arts, but he was limited by his identity and could only watch others improve their martial arts more and more. He could only endure several skills that he had no choice but to look down on. Li Long’s dissatisfaction became increasingly accumulating and gradually had some ideas.

One day, Li Long, who had been carefully planned for a long time, found an opportunity to steal a group of secrets from the "Sutra Pavilion" that recorded the most excellent martial arts of Shaolin and fled from Songshan to the world.

After Xinhu was furious after asking about it, he sent the masters from the temple to chase him everywhere.

Li Long escaped in a mess at first, but as he began to practice the stolen unique skills, his cultivation began to improve by leaps and bounds, and even promoted to the innate realm within several years, which in turn killed many Shaolin monks who pursued him.

When Xinhu finally led the masters in the temple to go down the mountain and prepare to use the "Arhat Formation" to clear the portal, Li Long had already established a relationship with Zhu Chenhao, who was still Prince Ning at the time, and got his help ordained him at Jinshan Temple and became a monk with the name "Fefei".

In this way, Xinhu had no choice but to go to see Zhu Chenhao first.

After the two sides met once, they didn't know what they said. In short, although Xinhu brought Li Long's secret book to Shaolin, he did not mention it, but just pretended that such a disciple had been confiscated, and such a thing had never happened.

Today, Monk Feifei is in his prime. His body is majestic and upright, his face is solemn, and there is a faint flow of treasure light under his skin, which is like a pearl and beautiful jade. It is obvious that his cultivation has reached the level of transformation.

He was wearing a yellow monk's robe, half a big red cassock, and a golden nine-ring tin stick in his hand. If the monks around him were not wearing armor and holding swords and weapons, he would have really become a kind of a Taoist monk.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Monk Feifei recited the Buddha's name high, and the sound echoed like thunder on the golden mountain, suppressing the noisy sounds of more than a thousand people in the audience.

He went out to face Hu Yeyao, who was standing in front of the opposite side with a sword, raised his hand and said in a deep voice: "Isn't this Taoist Master Hu Ye, known as the "Wine Sword Immortal"? Is there no grudge between my Jinshan Temple and the Taoist Master. I would have no grudges. Today, you openly brought someone to the door. Is it a bit too much?"

Hu Ye said lazily: "Monkey, don't show off your Buddhist tricks of brilliant lotus flowers. I am not here to reason with you, but to discuss the king's laws with you!"

After saying that, he moved a step to the side and gave Wang Shouren, who was hanging a long sword behind him.

Wang Shouren stepped forward and shouted loudly to the monks: "This official is the Minister of War, the inspector of the Censor Wang Shouren, and is ordered to investigate the case of hiding soldiers and armor in Jinshan Temple in an attempt to rebel. If you know the benefits and disadvantages, you will immediately abandon your weapons and surrender and wait for the defeat. If you rely on the fierceness to resist, you must know that the king's law is ruthless!"

"You... are you going to break up?"

Monk Feifei's face was gloomy,

"When the war comes, the Jiangnan land will soon be corrupt, you need to think clearly about the consequences!"

Wang Shouren said coldly: "In order to eliminate the great harm, why should the court be afraid of a war? Besides, as long as you take down, King Ning may not have the chance to ruin the south of the Yangtze River!"

"Children, destroy this group of dog soldiers for Lord Buddha!"

Seeing that today's affairs were destined to be unkind, Monk Feifei suddenly shouted loudly, and the image of a monk she had made before collapsed instantly, showing the aura of a giant bandit in the Green Forest of Jiangnan.

With his order, five hundred monks and soldiers from Jinshan Temple shouted in unison, and with the convenience of being condescending to the government army.

Hu Ye and Wang Shouren retreated to the military formation behind him and handed over the battle to Li Xunhuan. After all, the eight hundred soldiers were all trained by him.

"List the Yanyue Formation!"

As Li Xunhuan shouted and issued an order, the eight hundred soldiers standing in three rows were erected on the left and right front and middle concave, and immediately formed a neat arc array.

"The first list of guns--" Li Xunhuan stared at the rushing enemy, estimating the distance purely based on his eyesight. Seeing that the opponent had rushed into the maximum range of his firearm, he suddenly shouted, "Let it go!"

Two hundred poles used flintlock guns, and paper shells were fixedly loaded with bullets. Muskets that surpassed the technological level of today's era were spraying raging flames at the same time. Two hundred projectiles were cross-scattered by the arc array where the shooter stood, turning into a hot iron rain steel stream, entangling the enemy in the front row.

Seeing a large number of enemies burst into blood and falling down with tears in their eyes, the military armor was completely useless. Hu Ye sighed that Zhu Houzhao made the firearms made by people have become more and more sharp, and secretly praised Li Xunhuan for being extraordinary. He actually thought of using cross-fire power to improve the efficiency of killing enemies without any guidance.

These monks in Jinshan Temple were all desperate people whom Fafei collected from all directions. Although they were hit by firearms, they did not retreat. Instead, they were all aroused by fierceness. Their eyes were bloodshot and their paces were roaring and charging forward.

At this moment, the first row of soldiers who had fired a shot had turned around and walked through the gap between the two men in the back row and retreated to the rear to re-arrange themselves, cleaning the gun chamber and filling the ammunition with hundreds of skillful actions polished through training and polishing.

The 300 soldiers in the second row who had been on standby with their guns were automatically forwarded to fill the vacant seats, and fired with the second order from Li Xunhuan.

After the three hundred soldiers in the third row then stepped forward and fired, the soldiers in the first row had already stepped forward with muskets loaded with ammunition.

Starting from the first gunshot, the five hundred brave monk soldiers rushed forward less than thirty steps, but more than half of the casualties were killed or killed by the cross-fire of three rounds of muskets, and the nearest enemy on the opposite side was nearly a hundred steps away.

"Retreat, withdraw all of them!"

Seeing that he had worked hard to train and prepare to be his personal guards during the uprising, Monk Feifei felt heartbroken.

He was trained by King Ning as the future marshal of military affairs and was never unfamiliar with military affairs. Although he saw that the other party had a firearm in his hands, he thought that the firearm had a limited range and was slow to load. He tried to sacrifice dozens of subordinates in front of him, so he could rush through this distance between the two sides.

Once they fight in close combat, those fire weapons are not even as good as fire sticks. Even if the troops are nearly twice as powerful as the other party, he firmly believes that the one who survives in the end will be those of his subordinates who lick blood on their heads.

It’s a pity that he never thought that there was a firearm in today’s world so sharp!

Hearing the shouts behind him, the remaining more than 200 monk soldiers turned around and left without thinking, but they all forgot that they were still within the range of the enemy's firearm.

Amid the dense gunfire like a burst of bean-like guns, three rows of muskets were released again, leaving more than a hundred enemies who were fleeing to him.

Seeing that there were only a hundred people under his command back to him, Monk Feifei was furious and shouted: "Eight Vajras and Eighteen Arhats, I slaughtered them with the Buddha, and no one left!"

After drinking, the Fengmiao copper nine-ring tin staff, which weighed more than 100 kilograms, rushed up to the enemy who was raising his gun.

The twenty-six people who had been standing behind him and had not yet attacked shouted in unison, dancing with their own hands such as the demon-subduing pestle, crescent shovel, and ox horn bolt, followed closely behind Monk Feifei.

Needless to say, the so-called Eight Vajras and Eighteen Arhats behind him were all masters who rushed to the range of the musket in an instant.

Li Xunhuan hurriedly ordered that the 200 soldiers in the first row immediately pulled the trigger and shot the third round of bullets.

Amid the fire and the roar, blood flowers burst out from the twenty-seven people flying across the opposite side.

However, the next scene shocked everyone. Those who were shot in many places were said to be dead immediately on the spot. All the people who were shot in many places were as if nothing had happened. However, their bodies were slightly frustrated and stopped, and then they all rushed up like a living dragon.

Among the people present, Hu Ye could see clearly that the bullets shot on monk Feifei and others only broke through a thin layer of flesh, and then rebounded like they hit something extremely tough.

And under the broken flesh of these people's bodies, a layer of brilliant metal appeared.
Chapter completed!