A smile appeared on the thin lips of the handsome monk, and he said loudly: "The poor monk Ku Ming of Daguangming Temple has seen..."
He paused, and then said slowly: "I have seen this unfaithful, unjust and unfilial evil heretic number one in the world."
After he said these words, he stepped back a little distance. In the distance, a giant shadow like an iron tower was like a meteor, sweeping hundreds of feet. It was obviously in a hurry and had just arrived here.
It was a monk with bronze skin who was still shirtless even in this cold spring night.
The monk is holding a string of black rosary beads in his left hand and moving them quickly. The rosary beads are very long and full of mysterious meaning.
The monk is very fast, but the speed of turning the rosary beads with his left hand is as smooth as a pointer, and does not change with the speed of movement. The body moves quickly, and the mind does not move, so it slows down.
After he settled down, he stood beside the handsome monk and said in a loud voice: "The poor monk in the snowy Dahan Temple is so lucky."
Dorje means King Kong in the local language, and this monk deserves this name.
Xia Ji asked: "Why are you here, monk?"
The shirtless monk who looked like an iron tower said in a deep voice: "Ask the donor."
"explain."
"If someone in the world slanders you, bullies you, insults you, laughs at you, belittles you, despises you, hates you, or deceives you, how should you deal with it?"
Without waiting for Xia Ji's answer, the monk continued, "The donor only needs to tolerate him, let him, let him go, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years, and you can take care of him."
"The monk advised me to be patient?"
"Yes, the donor has one more option, which is to retreat into Buddhism to chant sutras and reflect on his past mistakes. If the donor agrees, today's cause and effect will be gone."
Xia Ji looked at the monk in front of him, and a scene suddenly appeared in his mind...
many years,
The emperor who fell at his feet probably also experienced this scene.
He was surrounded.
In the dark night, there were many figures looking at him,
He drew his sword and looked around at a loss. The world was vast, but there was no room for him.
Then the figure gave him a choice.
"You still have one option, which is to become a puppet emperor. If you agree, you can live today."
Xia Taiqian must have agreed,
Once someone suppresses him, he can't stand up in thirty years, but when he stands up, it's just that someone loosens his grip and allows him to break free. Presumably if he loses today, that slap will probably crush him again. Go down.
There is nothing better than a five-fingered cage.
Xia Ji took a deep look at the monk in front of him, and suddenly said: "I also want to ask the monk something."
Duoji said: "Please tell me."
Xia Jidao: "If a monk sits quietly in the temple, and his daily meals are carefully served by a beautiful woman of twenty-eight years, how will the monk be treated after ten years of service?"
Duoji subconsciously said: "Don't take the women in your heart. The old women should be regarded as their mothers, the older women should be treated as sisters, and the young women should be treated as sisters, so why don't you treat them."
Xia Ji nodded, and then asked: "Then if one day, this beautiful lady has a desire for the monk, and when there is no one around, she comes over to hug the monk and want to be intimate, what should the monk do?"
Duoji clasped his hands together and chanted softly: "It's like a dead tree leaning against a cold rock, just like three winters without heating. My heart is naturally unshakable. What difference does it make whether the person who comes is a woman or a man?"
Xia Ji laughed heartily, pointed at the monk in front of him, and said: "Vulgar man! Vulgar man! Vulgar man!"
Duoji was stunned for a moment, but he was proficient in Buddhism after all. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly woke up and understood what the problem was, but the words he spoke were like water being poured out. He was waiting to say a few words to make up for it.
But how could Xia Ji give him this opportunity
He shipped it directly to Ran Deng Chan.
This kind of monk has an extremely determined mind. Unlike the hawk demon and the like, even the delusion cannot be broken directly. He has to find a flaw and pry open a gap in his heart in order to break it.
At this point, it's time.
He said loudly: "How can a common man be qualified to persuade me to endure? He is just a lackey of the powerful!"
This sentence was like a dagger, piercing into the monk's heart, and the spiritual power contained in it was like a rolling wave hitting a dam, slamming hard on Duoji's defense.
He uses his strength to resist.
Xia Ji used the Buddhist lion's roar skill and roared: "Get off!!"
As soon as the three words came out, they were just like a meteor flying from the vast sea of stars, piercing the vast night and shattering the heart.
Duoji spit out a mouthful of blood mist and took a few steps back.
This scene is extremely unexpected.
Ku Ming on the side finally realized it, and he looked shocked.
This has just been a conversation and Duoji is already injured
He was stalling for time, waiting for the third person to come. This His Highness was so powerful that even the Emperor was killed by him, so he had to be cautious.
So when he saw His Highness Seventh Prince speaking, he thought it was just what I wanted, so he didn't care. But he didn't expect that he would hurt one of his generals with just a few words
Dorje is no ordinary monk.
He quickly reviewed the conversation between the two in his mind, and immediately understood what the problem was.
Of course, monks should not approach women, but after practicing for so long, they have not developed even a little compassion. They are only afraid that they will not be implicated in karma, and they are only afraid that they will stick to the precepts.
After ten years of care, is there really no cause and effect? Duoji's words, "It's like a dead tree leaning against a cold rock, just like three winters without heating." It's really as His Highness said, he is just a vulgar man.
Ku Ming suddenly showed a vigilant look, what a powerful Zen machine, what a powerful Ji Feng.
Although Duoji was careless, it must be said that His Highness's words were like drawing a sword.
The sword cuts the flesh.
Words that break hearts and souls.
amazing!
Ku Ming turned his head and saw that Dorji was sweating profusely, his lips were moving rapidly, and he was reciting scriptures hurriedly, trying to repair his state of mind. Ordinary monks would already have their Zen hearts broken at this time, but Dorje was not an ordinary monk.
But at this moment, the sound of a very fast breeze blowing the grass came from behind again, like a flying dragon flying close to the ground, shocking the night and the long wind.
In an instant, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes settled beside the handsome monk. This middle-aged man had a dignified appearance, with confidence flying between his brows and a hint of power.
"Long Xiao has met the Emperor of the Sun Palace, the King of Secrets."
Ku Ming clasped his hands together and said, "I have met the leader of the Dragon Alliance."
Long Xiao was about to say a few words when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned his head and saw blood at the corner of the pagoda-like monk's mouth, sweat on his forehead, and murmuring words, looking like he was hurt.
Long Xiao:? ?
His expression moved.
This Master Dorje is a secret Vajra, and is one of the "Twenty Heavens of Buddhism" along with Kuming of Daguangming Temple.
The so-called twenty heavens refer to: Brahma, Sakyamuni, Duowen, Zhiguo, Growth, Guangmu, Vajra, Great Self, Yaaksha, Wonderful Sound, Auspicious God, and Wei Tuo. , Earth Goddess, Bodhi Tree Girl, Ghost Mother, Malizhi Tian, Sun Palace Emperor, Moon Palace Emperor, Suoji Dragon King, Yama.
While he was in a daze, many swordsmen in white had already crossed the long grass in front of the valley and arrived here.
These are the attendants brought by Long Xiao, a total of 7,749 people. They can be arranged into a small sword formation according to the number of Tiangang Beidou. Naturally, these are not his most powerful subordinates. The most powerful ones have been sent to the north to intercept this divine weapon. The prince is here, who would have thought that he would suddenly land here.
Long Xiao finally couldn't help but ask: "How did Master Duoji get injured?"
He couldn't figure it out because he was sure that he and the prince hadn't fought yet.