Among the vast mountains and forests, the prince chased the two heavens under the moon, running and chasing them, and they had already gone down an unknown distance.
Ku Ming turned his head to Duoji and said, "King Kong, let's run separately."
This means that whoever he pursues will be unlucky.
Xia Ji raised his voice and said: "If you dare to run away separately, I will bring out the big magic weapon right now."
Ku Ming:…
Duoji:…
And a big magic weapon
Your Highness, how many things from Leiyin Temple have you inherited from Mount Sumeru
Xia Ji did not deceive them. There were three thousand worlds and one thousand and eight dharma realms hidden in the python robe of Maitreya cassock. Especially the three thousand worlds had not been used since they were made. It must be bigger than the Five Elements Buddha Mountain.
He mainly wanted to see who else was on the other side. If he could attract a bunch of experts, he would wait until there were more people before using him. After all, it would take him a month to make a magic weapon of the level of Three Thousand Worlds. And if you use it once, you will lose it once, so he unintentionally used a high-end technology in his previous life called "pull monsters and release AOE".
The prince and the two monks ran for a while.
I really feel like running is boring.
Ku Ming began to actively communicate: "Your Highness, what do you want?"
Duoji on the side reminded him in a low voice: "I remember you scolded him."
Ku Ming immediately understood and apologized as he ran: "The poor monk is wrong. The poor monk should not call His Highness the number one evil heretic in the world who is unfaithful, unjust and unfilial."
As soon as he said this, he felt that the speed of the prince behind him had increased by a few percent.
Ku Ming said: "Why is he running even more fiercely?"
Duoji was puzzled. The Vajra thought for a while and then said: "How about you slap yourself in the mouth?"
Ku Ming: "I am a poor monk... Amitabha..."
Dorje: "Emptiness is form, form is emptiness, fanning means not fanning, not fanning means fanning, hurry up."
Ku Ming thought that if he were alone here, he might actually fan himself, but there was a fellow Taoist beside him, so it would be inappropriate to fan him, so he said flatly: "A poor monk will never know how to fan."
Ran for a while.
Xia Ji also felt bored.
He said angrily: "Stop, if you don't stop I'll just use the big magic weapon."
The two monks still didn't stop.
Duoji said: "What if he really uses it if he doesn't stop?"
Ku Ming said: "The poor monk thinks he is probably cheating."
"What if it's not a scam?"
"It's not a scam, so why didn't you use it earlier?" Ku Ming's eyes flashed with wisdom, "I have read in ancient books that the magical artifacts of Leiyin Temple are divided into four categories: Buddha Wheel, Buddha's Hand, Foshan, and Buddha Country. To taste the magic weapon, His Highness used the Buddha Wheel and the Buddha's Hand. The remaining big magic weapon in his hand is at most Foshan. Foshan is no more than a hundred feet long, so if you and I burn our essence and blood, we may not be able to escape."
"Why didn't I know?"
"The poor monk reads more books, Amitabha."
Xia Ji saw that the two monks were still standing, so he reached out and took out "Three Thousand Worlds".
Duoji suddenly fell silent for a moment and said hurriedly: "Is it Foshan who has three thousand rosary beads?"
Ku Ming didn't answer, smiled bitterly, and then stopped suddenly.
Duoji had already flown out. Seeing this posture, he immediately ran back and stood with Ku Ming. The two monks had a high status in Buddhism. The identities of the twenty heavens can already explain a lot, but at this time they were side by side. Standing together, relatively speechless.
Ku Ming explained at this time: "No, the three thousand ones are not the Buddha Mountain, but the Buddha Kingdom on the Palm. Even if you and I burn our essence and blood, we can't escape."
Duoji was already numb.
The two monks saw a red and black demonic shadow flying over, and after settling down, it appeared like a prince wrapped in a python robe. A smell of blood and fire wrapped in a rich demonic energy shook the surroundings.
Xia Ji thrust the full Dark Sky Halberd into the ground and looked at the two monks quietly.
Ku Ming sighed: "Your Highness, the world is in chaos, the situation is turbulent, and the killings are coming. No matter who it is, in the end, they are all involuntary pawns. Your Highness and the poor monk have their own camps, so don't be surprised. "
He finally understood that if the Shenwu Prince really wanted to kill them, he would have done it long ago, but he really didn't know what the Prince was going to do.
Duoji clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the same goes for poor monks."
Xia Ji said: "Listen to my chanting."
Ku Ming:? ?
Duoji:? ?
Xia Jidao: "Just recite Buddhist scriptures."
The two monks looked at each other, neither knowing why.
Xia Ji said: "Let go of your guard."
"Why?"
Xia Ji said lightly: "If the bottle is full, how can we pour more water? If the two monks have their own obsessions in their hearts, how can they hear the sutras I say? Communication promotes learning, and communication makes people progress. I am very interested in Zen." I am very obsessed with the Dharma, so I always like to talk about scriptures with the monks. If what I am talking about is not scriptures, the two monks can find it immediately, right?"
Ku Ming thought about it carefully and found no flaws. He turned his head and looked at Duoji, wanting to see if the Mystic King Kong of the Snowy Dahan Temple had anything to add, but Duoji had already said "Okay" directly.
Ku Ming hurriedly added: "Your Highness, you don't lie?"
Xia Jidao: "One word and nine cauldrons."
The two monks really couldn't think of any harm in "listening to a prince chanting sutras".
If it weren't for scriptures or sonic attack methods, they would have noticed it immediately.
Xia Ji glanced at the two monks. The two monks' defenses were almost impeccable. Duoji was broken by him before, so he was a little bit worse. But the other Sun Palace Emperor could hardly find any delusions in his heart and wanted to use Randen Zen. It is unrealistic to defeat the delusion in one blow, so they can only rely on them to let down their guard.
So, he imprinted the spiritual imprint of the Buddhist Zen of the Three Generations into his voice and slowly began to chant.
…
After one stick of incense, he recited the sutra three times, and the seeds of the Mystical Vajra were immediately planted in his heart.
Dorje finally found out that he had achieved enlightenment, but he did not feel any resentment, but more of a feeling of great awe, because he felt the vast river-like spirit, which was like the Buddha walking in the world.
He suddenly understood that the reason why His Highness had so many rosary beads from Leiyin Temple might not be due to inheritance.
Duoji sighed in his heart, looking at the Sun Palace Emperor beside him, he naturally understood that Ku Ming had not felt the mark yet, so he did not remind him, but just waited silently.
The handsome monk was very vigilant. He did not dare to let down his guard at all, but he knew that Dorje must have let down his reckless Vajra, so he moved his lips and said, "Vajra, is there anything wrong with this scripture?"
Duoji thought that this mysterious spirit should be shared with fellow Taoists. This would be a great good, but if he deceived fellow Taoists, it would be a lie. However, between great kindness and lies, he chose the former.
So, he sent a message: "Your Highness is selfless. This poor monk only feels that his Zen practice has improved a lot."
…
Another incense time passed.
Ku Ming, the "Emperor of the Sun Palace", has embarked on the road of converting to Xia Ji, and a spiritual mark has been planted in his heart.
His eyes showed a slight look of confusion and resentment, and he turned his head to look at the Mysterious Vajra.
Duoji glanced at him, clasped his hands together, and recited: "Amitabha, good, good, good."