"Heh...heh...heh..."
The little novice monk clutched his throat, blood oozing out from between his fingers. He took a step back, hit the threshold and fell on his back. He knocked open the small pavilion door from the inside out, staggered and fell into the snow. His pupils were facing the many monks arrayed in formation, as well as the leader, Master Shikong.
The wind and snow instantly filled the small pavilion, but in the attic, Xia Ji raised his hand to pick out a lamp, continued to open the second page of "The Secret Treasure of the Tathagata", and read quietly.
"Get rid of all burdens and gain self-interest; do all the good things that are tied up to gain righteous wisdom; the mind can be liberated from everything and feel at ease..."
He read very attentively, as if the Arhat formation outside the door had nothing to do with him.
This concentration with nothing outside him gave him a sense of Zen and tranquility.
Shikong held up the torch, his thick eyebrows furrowed, his leopard eyes widened, and he said sternly: "His Highness has become possessed by the devil. Although we know it is difficult, we must stop His Highness today."
Xia Jiqi said: "What are you stopping me for? Your Leiyin Temple used the demon-suppressing formation to restrain me. Shouldn't I resist?"
Shikong said: "Your Highness received the inheritance from my Leiyin Temple, the Tathagata Zen Dharma, and the middle-grade magic weapon from my Leiyin Temple. Not only did he not return it to my Leiyin Temple, but he actually killed my Leiyin monk.
Four hundred Zen monks, four master brothers, and the abbot all died at your hands. If you are not a demon, what are you
You are a demon, so I will naturally stop you to prevent you from harming the common people. "
Xia Ji did not refute and said calmly: "You are at least a little bit right."
"Which point?"
"I am the devil."
After saying that, he calmly turned over another page of the secret book and tore up the previous page of scripture.
The scriptures rose from his fingertips and burned into ashes.
Shikong could only look at it with his eyes about to burst.
This book is a secret treasure. If you destroy this secret treasure, you will truly end the inheritance of Leiyin Temple, making this temple no longer have a unique secret treasure.
Shikong hurriedly shouted: "Don't tear it apart! Look slowly! I won't come in!"
In this way, it seems that a gentleman's contract has been reached.
Xia Ji stopped tearing up the book, and Shikong and many monks stood outside the door without taking a step forward.
The seventh prince of the Shang Dynasty softly recited the secret of the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, just like a pious Zen master, without the slightest trace of a demon who slaughtered people.
At this time of night, heavy snow outside the door would blow into the pavilion with the wind from time to time, blowing past it, causing the scripture books in the house to flip and stop, making a "swishing, swishing, swooshing" sound, like the waves of the ocean, and the young prince stood there. In this extremely turbulent wave, the gods have no thoughts, and it is quiet and peaceful.
Shikong breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not dare to enter the small pavilion rashly. He glanced at the little novice who fell on his back in front of the door, and felt a trace of anger in his heart. If the novice hadn't directly attracted the demon to this place, he would have opened the door. They broke into the agency and took out the secret for him. How could they be so passive now
For a while…
Everything inside and outside fell silent.
While waiting, Shikong turned around and glanced at the distance. There were more than four hundred Zen monks with white eyebrows and withered energy. However, they only suffered a little bit of wind and cold in the ice and snow, and they all passed away.
Even if the abbot fought alone, he would be defeated and die by the prince in front of him.
However, this does not mean that Leiyin Temple cannot suppress him.
If Leiyin Temple was so easy to bully, it would have been massacred by those demon sects or demon clans long ago. After all, the Buddhist sect also belongs to the righteous way, and it is incompatible with the demon clan and the demon clan.
However, Leiyin Temple has always existed well, and it naturally relies on the temple protection array.
There are two array disks, which were inherited from ancient times and are installed in Leiyin Temple. They cannot be taken out. Although they cannot go far away to slay demons, they can keep Leiyin Temple as stable as a mountain.
These two major formations…
One is to suppress demons.
The demon-suppressing formation is a spiritual restraint. No matter how strong the demon is, as long as the Zen monk chants sutras, it can suppress it with great spiritual power, making the demon unable to move.
It's a pity that the seventh prince of Shang Dynasty actually received the great adventure of being enlightened by the Nine-level Tathagata Zen Dharma. He used the power that originally belonged to their Leiyin Temple to backfire on the formation from the spiritual level, so that he could break through it.
Otherwise, even though "Tathagata Zen" is the top spiritual Zen skill, it cannot attack directly, and it will not cause the four hundred Zen monks in the temple to suffer the backlash in an instant, grow old in an instant, and then pass away.
Thinking of this, even if Shikong's mind became clear, he also gave birth to the fire of ignorance. After all, all the adventures that the Seventh Prince obtained should belong to Leiyin Temple! !
The second is Arhat.
The Arhat Formation can condense and sublimate the power of the monks, showing the appearance of an eight-foot-long Arhat with a golden body. It is extremely powerful and can subdue dragons and tigers.
At first, the abbot only had the idea of "imprisoning the prince" and never thought of "killing" the prince, so he did not directly use the Arhat Formation. Otherwise, the prince would have been killed if he came empty-handed.
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An hour and a half later, Xia Ji finally finished reciting "The Secret Treasure of the Tathagata".
A golden skill bead appeared in his soul.
Xia Ji's calm eyes showed a hint of surprise.
No matter what this skill bead is, he wouldn't be surprised at all, but this skill bead is a skill he has obtained before:
—Now Tathagata Zen!
This is the first time he has obtained two identical skill beads.
It stands to reason that the green and white skill beads should be repeated a lot, but they have never happened. This even made Xia Ji think that "the skill beads can never be repeated."
But now, this thought has been broken.
He used this golden skill bead directly.
The skill orb shattered, and a golden flow containing great mysteries merged into every corner of his body and every thought.
Then, he began to experience it carefully.
[Now Tathagata Zen] changed from gold to dark gold.
Correspondingly, the red color of the Third Buddha Zen has also deepened slightly.
The change in color means that Xia Ji has a deeper understanding of this Zen method.
Tathagata Zen is still on the ninth level, but it seems to be a little higher than the ninth level.
He carefully experienced the changes.
In the past, he interacted with heaven and earth through Tathagata Zen.
Therefore, he can make Fengxue understand his intention without getting into him;
Let the moonlight understand his intention and turn into a celestial dragon;
Let the little beasts in the mountain understand his intention, and all come out of their caves, clasping their paws together.
But the objects of Zen are limited to all things in the world and cannot be directed at people.
But now, this barrier has been broken down.
He can make all sentient beings understand his intentions.
What does he mean
If this fate were to crush him.
Then his intention is to reverse this fate.
If you want to suppress him today.
Then his intention is to turn the day upside down.
Looking at the torches outside the pavilion door and the pairs of pupils, all the monks were waiting for him, looking at him as if they were looking at a demon.
Xia Ji exhaled a breath of turbid air in the depth of winter, held it with his left hand, and the true energy rose, and the flames immediately burned "The Secret Treasure of Tathagata's Treasures".
The consciousness outside the door felt that the fire in his heart was melting into his blood, and the blood rushed straight to his forehead, and his pupils were about to burst.
He roared angrily, "How dare you, thief!!!"
Xia Ji threw the burning book into the air. In the fire, the ancient book had been burned to ashes. When it fell to the ground, it was blown by the wind and turned into a whirlpool of ashes and turned into dust.
Shikong said angrily: "Join the Arhat Formation!"
The voice fell.
A huge golden swastika emerged from under the earth, quickly rose into the sky, and then turned into many golden lights like fireflies and floated into the bodies of the monks.
"Kill!!!"
The group of monks roared angrily and let out a unified roar. The three hundred and twenty-four precepts-coated copper sticks struck heavily like thunderbolts, making a series of detailed explosions.
The three hundred and twenty-four monks seemed to have their spirits twisted together, using the firefly-like golden color as a pull to gather and solidify in the windy and snowy void.
The spiritual energy is the body, and the golden color is the skin. From top to bottom, an eight-foot-tall figure appears. Although the eyes of that figure are tightly closed, they are already filled with a lot of power.
After another moment, the figure gradually took on a soul, with an informal posture, strange bones, and a handsome appearance, holding the same long golden stick in its hand.
Those eyes slowly opened, as clear as the light of a lake, and as angry as a fire.
The power of the array has united many monks in one place and exerted a power far beyond their own.
The golden eyes of the eight-foot-long Arhat looked down at Xia Ji indifferently.
There is nothing more to talk about.
The arhat's shadow raised his giant hand, and the long golden stick was raised to the sky.
The air flow tore apart, and the wind and snow were gathered by the power of the stick shadow. They quickly gathered from several miles around and turned into an iron-gray vortex that obscured the sight. It stretched across the sky and surrounded the golden stick, spinning like a calamity cloud.
It seemed that the blow that was about to strike was not the golden stick, but the oppressive wind and snow.
This is the confidence of Leiyin Temple - the Arhat Formation!
Xia Ji raised his head and looked at the image of the Arhat, the shadow of the golden stick, and the thick accumulation of wind and snow.
He asked softly: "Why are you covering my eyes?"
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Noisy sounds and sounds of suffering drifted across Huaqing Lake.
Deep in the palace, the princess sat in the place where her brother had been under house arrest, quietly reading a book.
She eagerly absorbed this dark, bloody and hypocritical knowledge, thinking about the rules of the game of power.
The long, soft and yellowish hair was also tangled into an elegant bun. The young eyebrows gradually began to become calm. The pale and petite body was wrapped in black clothes, losing a touch of desolation. There is an extra touch of magnificent and mysterious beauty, as beautiful as white plum blossoms, surviving in the cold winter.
She looked at herself in the bronze mirror and moved her limbs mechanically and gracefully, a little unfamiliar and unfamiliar.
Suddenly, a gentle scratching sound came from the lower part where the door and the threshold met. Xia Xiaosu stood up calmly and opened the door. Outside the door, there was a white fox lying on the threshold, looking up at her.