"Sitting King Ming?"
Ji Yuaneng felt that the vision of Buddha's light that made Buddhist believers pay homage may not be a good omen, but he was still extremely surprised that he had passed away. You must know that he had met the king before, and he did not expect it to be so short. It's time to hear the bad news.
The old monk Foyin nodded and sighed.
"That's right, I didn't expect there to be such a powerful evil spirit!"
The meaning of the words of the old monk Foyin is very obvious. The death of the sitting king should be caused by evil spirits. At least it cannot be caused by the exhaustion of life. Ji Yuan thinks so too, and his brows are more wrinkled than the old monk Foyin. tight.
"I didn't expect that they would dare to attack the Lord Ming Wang!"
Ji Yuan was really surprised that King Ming was killed. After the accidents of Zhu Yan and Jian, the other party should have been more careful. Even if there were any actions, they should be done secretly, but he didn't expect that he would dare to attack King Ming. His Holiness took action, but perhaps it made the other party feel more urgent.
"Huh? What does Mr. Ji know?"
During this time, Ji Yuan also felt that the time was ripe, so he spoke frankly to the old monk Foyin.
"Ji originally wanted to tell the master something after discussing Taoism. That's fine. I would also like to ask the master to listen to what Ji has to say..."
"Mr. Ji, it's okay to say it."
…
At the location where Yuling Sect was originally located in Nanhuang Continent, the previous battle of skills had already come to an end. Although Sitting King Ming made his opponent pay some price, in order to deal with a Buddhist King Ming, these costs were already within the opponent's consideration. The most important thing is What is more, he got the body of Sitting King Ming.
In the forbidden spiritual well of the Yuling Sect, Shen Jie, the master of the Yuling Sect, and the swordsman with a high level of cultivation were sitting cross-legged in the deepest part, while opposite them sat the Emperor Ming in the cross-legged position.
At this time, the terrible wound on the chest of the "Sitting King" has been closed, but the Buddha body on his body has become very dim and lifeless.
"Shen Jie, you can start."
The sword cultivator said this, and Shen Jie nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Master!"
With that said, Shen Jie took out the Yue Cang Mirror again, gently tossed it and hung it over the head of the body of King Sitting. Then a white light fell from the mirror, covering the whole body of King Sitting.
Gradually, a mysterious aura flowed out from the mirror and merged little by little into the head of Prince Zuodi. After about three hours, Prince Zuodi, who had passed away, actually began to feel alive. After a while, his chest began to rise and fall. .
At sunrise the next day, "Sitting King" slowly opened his eyes, looked down at his hands, feet and body, clenched his fists, and grinned.
"As expected of the Venerable King Ming of Buddhism, this physical body is really strong and can withstand my true spirit!"
Shen Jie and Jian Xiu stood up together, bowed to the "Sitting King" and congratulated him in unison.
"Congratulations to the Lord for successfully seizing the body!"
"Hahahahaha... You did a good job, you finally didn't disappoint me!"
As he spoke, the original ring scar on the head of Prince Sitting Earth began to loosen and fall off, and the epidermis also grew back. The next moment, strands of black hair grew out from the top of his bare head, and soon it reached beyond his shoulders, and the bones of his face His body and muscles also squirmed and changed slightly. Although the change was slight, it was like changing his face.
In just a few moments, the original Sitting Prince Ming had turned into Lord Yue Cang, only he was still wearing a cassock.
"It's a pity that this cassock is also a good treasure. I'll leave it to you."
Yue Cang, who put on a feather coat, handed the cassock to Shen Jie, who quickly thanked him and accepted it, and handed over a white jade bottle.
"Honored Lord, in the end almost all the essence of the Earthly Ming King was dispersed. Although this physical body is good, it is also empty. Please drink it, Lord!"
"Well, if you are interested, I will stay in seclusion for a period of time. Shen Jie will stay as a protector, and Ji Qian can go back first."
"Yes!" "Yes!"
At this moment, a faint voice came from outside.
"Yue Cang, this time I helped you get such a good body, I'm afraid it's no worse than the colorful stone, right? Hehehehe... How should you thank me?"
Yue Cang, whose long black hair was disheveled, smiled.
"Yes, although the five-colored stone is magical, if you want to use it to transform into a physical body and cultivate it to the level of the physical body of Lord Mingwang, even if everything goes smoothly, it will probably take two to three hundred years at the fastest. We don't have that much time now. It is indeed better than the colorful stone! But even Zhu Yan has disappeared, and Jian has not succeeded. I don’t know whether he will live or die. In addition to the current situation, any discord between us is just a grasshopper on the same rope. It’s important to help each other!”
"Hmph, I just want to see the broken and magnificent colors of the sky and the earth. What does transcendence have to do with me?"
"Even so, you won't be able to see it if we don't work together. Everything will wait until I regain some strength. Although this body is good, it is indeed very short."
"snort!"
The other party snorted coldly and did not say anything else. In fact, most of the last energy of Prince Di Ming who had been sitting before was sucked away by him, so it cannot be said that he did not benefit from it.
Sword cultivator Ji Qian smiled and cupped his hands towards Yue Cang.
"Lord, I will take my leave first, Shen Jie, serve your Lord well."
"Congratulations, Master!"
Yue Cang also nodded to Ji Qian, and the latter put away his courtesy and left the Soul Locking Well. Then he jumped up and flew into the air. When he saw a dark cloud in the sky, he said with a smile.
"Senior, you'd better not stay here anymore, be careful and sail the ship for ten thousand years."
"Hmph, if I want to leave, no one in this world can stop me!"
There was a voice in the dark clouds, and then the whole dark clouds gradually dissipated, but no light was seen flying away, as if all the breath disappeared out of thin air.
Ji Qian stood in the air and his smile faded, and he murmured in a low voice.
"Senior, don't underestimate the monks in the world today. If you meet King Sitting alone, the result may not be as beautiful as you think. No one who becomes a 'true' monk is easy and can stop you. There are quite a few people there!”
Regardless of whether the other party could hear or not, Ji Qian turned into a sword and left after speaking. He once thought that Zhu Yan was so powerful that he would definitely be at the top of the world. If Zhu Yan used his full strength without any scruples, the current righteous way would be impossible. If you try to resist it, you will definitely suffer heavy losses.
But such a peerless ferocious monster actually disappeared like this without even a single news coming out. If he was hiding intentionally, it would be very inconsistent with Zhu Yan's temperament.
In the Soul Locking Well, Yue Cang and Shen Jie did not stay long and left quickly. After all, Yue Cang's attitude toward Ji Yuan had changed from admiring and wooing him to being less trusting.
If Ji Yuan suddenly shows up while recovering from seclusion, that is definitely not what Yue Cang wants to see.
…
In the Daliang Temple of Tingliang Kingdom, Dongtu Yunzhou hangs southward, Jueming, who was sitting under the bodhi tree with monk Huitong, suddenly felt something in his heart, clasped his hands and bowed his head slightly.
"Excellent, I, the Buddha, am merciful!"
Monk Huitong moved his eyes away from the ninth volume of "Underworld" on the low table in front of them, looked at Jueming and asked.
"Master Jueming, do you have some enlightenment?"
Jueming shook his head.
"No, the poor monk just suddenly felt that my Buddha, the World Honored One, passed away..."
"What?"
With Huitong's current concentration, he couldn't help but scream in shock when he heard this. However, after getting in touch with him during this period of time, he knew that this master of enlightenment was definitely extraordinary. What he said was probably... true.
"Buddhas are born and Buddhas die. Just like the ups and downs of sins in this world, the Dharma of the Buddha sitting on the ground will not be cut off. The Dharma of my Buddha is Nanmo!"
"Namou my Buddha's Dharma!"
Hui Tong also clasped his hands in Buddha salute and recited the Buddha's name. Then he saw the monk Jueming closing his eyes and entering samadhi under the bodhi tree. The eminent monk was happy to read the book and enlightened. He heard that the death of King Ming also caused sorrow, the six roots were pure, and the four elements were empty. , but still flesh and blood.
Shortly after awakening and entering samadhi, Hui Tong suddenly discovered that there were faint clouds of Buddha light gathering in the sky, and a Buddha light shone under the Bodhi tree, illuminating the Bodhi tree leaves with a faint golden color, and there were waves of faint chanting sounds. echoed around the Bodhi tree.
Huitong stood up, looked at the colorful clouds in the sky, and sighed.
"I don't know how many pilgrims and dignitaries will come."
However, this time, Monk Jueming's trance did not last for months or even more than a year as Monk Huitong imagined. After three days, the vague sound of chanting sutras disappeared, but in Monk Jueming's ears But it’s getting clearer and clearer.
The sound of chanting sutras turned out to be that of the deceased Lord Sitting Ground. It was not until the evening of the third day that the sound of chanting stopped, and the voice of Lord Sitting Ground rang in the ears of the enlightened mind.
"Jueming, it turns out that you have found the Buddha in your heart. How good, how good! From today on, you will inherit my Dharma and extend my name of 'Di'!"
There were bursts of Buddha's light in the colorful clouds in the sky, and a stream of light fell from the sky and fell on Jueming.
The clouds continued to extend, and soon, one drop, two drops, three drops... countless drops of water fell, and it started to rain lightly.
"Wow, wow..."
Daliang Temple was shrouded in drizzle, and several eminent monks from Daliang Temple who came in a hurry happened to see Jueming waking up from sedation.
"From today onwards, the poor monk will inherit the Dharma title with the character 'Di'..."
Many chapters in "Yellow Spring" appeared in the monk's mind, and when he saw a Buddhist chapter among them, the monk raised his head and looked at the eminent monk of Daliang Temple.
"The name of the Dharma...Ksitigarbha, I wish to overcome all violence and all suffering, my Buddha is compassionate!"