My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult - Chapter 297 Ghost Swordsman is famous in the Pure Land

Yujing City, Baiting Manor.

In the afternoon of February, there are no more rivers, lakes and temples here.

There was only silence left.

The whole country of Yan knew that the second prince Zhao Mengtai colluded with Houjin, assassinated the prince, and intended to rebel. In an instant, the second prince and his party were like a tree falling and scattered. Regardless of whether they colluded with Zhao Mengtai, everyone is actively distancing themselves from him at this moment, for fear of being caught' Misunderstanding' was implicated in it, and suffered a disaster.

Only Zhao Xuening wanted to visit several times during the period, but they were all blocked by the nearby Imperial Guards, and finally had no choice but to give up.

At this time, the entire manor was already very deserted, and three or five servants could not be found inside or outside.

"In the end, I can only tell you a lot of what's in my heart."

Zhao Mengtai sat in the hall of Chaoyang, looking at the canary that he had raised for many years, and said some good words.

He was still dressed in fancy clothes, his jet-black hair was neatly bun on top of his head, wrapped in a delicate white jade crown, and a green silk crown draped from both sides of the jade crown.

Compared to Zhao Mengtai's calmness, several women looked sad. These days they washed their faces with tears, and their eyes were very red and swollen.

They knew very well what was waiting for them.

In fact, death is not terrible.

Waiting to die is the most terrifying thing.

Zhao Yunfan stood beside his mother, his big eyes also lost the joy of the past, and now he became a little dazed and curious.

After a long time, he mustered up his courage and said, "Father, what did you say to this little bird?"

Zhao Mengtai chuckled and said, "I'll tell it a story again."

Zhao Yunfan clapped his palms and said excitedly, "Father, what story are you telling, I want to hear it too."

"Yunfan."

Zhao Yunfan's mother shouted.

"Okay, then father will tell you."

Zhao Mengtai picked up Zhao Yunfan and said, "In a cold winter..."

Zhao Yunfan couldn't help but ask, "Is the story just this winter?"

"Yes, just this winter."

Zhao Mengtai touched Zhao Yunfan's head, and said with a blur in his eyes: "The snow was flying, and the silver clothes were wrapped in su ."

"This snowman is different from other snowmen. He is very afraid of cold."

A trace of puzzlement appeared in Zhao Yunfan's eyes, "Is the snowman still afraid of cold?"

Zhao Mengtai said: "I'm afraid, I'm very afraid of the cold."

Zhao Yunfan said: "Winter is already very cold, only summer will be hot."

Zhao Mengtai said slowly: "So this snowman wants to wait for a summer, he wants to hear the sound of cicadas, he wants to feel the hot summer wind, and when summer comes, the weather warms up, and there is no cold. "

Zhao Yunfan tilted his head, he always felt that his father was talking nonsense.

Are snowmen afraid of the cold?

Summer is here, won't the snowman disappear?

Zhao Mengtai did not speak. In fact, this story was often told to him by Zhao Zhiwu when he was a child.

Every time I heard this story when I was a child, it always felt boring and absurd.

Now I will often think about it.

"His Royal Highness, the prince is here."

At this moment, the voice of an old servant for many years sounded outside the door.

Suddenly, the whole room was silent, and the bodies of several women trembled slightly, and the movements in their hands stopped.

"Take him to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

Zhao Mengtai put down Zhao Yunfan in his arms, "Be obedient, don't make trouble and make your father angry."

"Yes."

The old servant nodded and backed away.

Zhao Yunfan blinked his eyes, "Father, when did I get you into trouble and get angry, didn't you say I'm your pistachio?"

"Pistachio, yes you are father's pistachio."

Zhao Mengtai pinched Zhao Yunfan's cheek, tidied up his clothes, and walked out of the house calmly.

Zhao Mengtai slowly came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and then stepped up the stone steps and sat at the top.

Not long after, footsteps came from outside the hall.

Following the voice, I saw Zhao Chongyin walked in with an expressionless face, and there was no one beside him, not to mention the guards, not even the five-qi master who used to be close to him.

When the two brothers met again, they did not speak.

After a long time, Zhao Mengtai stretched out his hand and said, "Sit down."

This Hall of Mental Cultivation is not only like the Hall of Golden Thrones, but even the chairs are very similar. At this moment, Zhao Mengtai's sitting position and posture, as well as the tone of his speech, are very similar to Zhao Zhiwu.

Zhao Chongyin said, "Zhao Mengtai, your emperor's dream should wake up."

Zhao Mengtai said to himself: "Wake up and enter another dream?"

Zhao Chongyin took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and then waved his sleeve robe, and the porcelain bottle fell firmly in front of Zhao Mengtai.

"This is a strange poison and death-defying powder. After taking it, a single stick of incense will cut off your heart pulse, allowing you to leave without any pain."

Zhao Mengtai looked at the porcelain bottle and laughed, "So, you are here to kill me?"

Zhao Zhongyin looked at the brother who had always wanted to kill him, "Shouldn't it be right?"

Zhao Mengtai played with the porcelain bottle, "Does His Royal Highness know my cultivation?"

Zhao Zhongyin said: "Lao Qi is in the realm of a great master, your aptitude is higher than him, and you are more hardworking than him, and your cultivation is definitely only high or not low."

Zhao Mengtai is very similar to Zhao Zhiwu, and his martial arts aptitude is naturally very good. Under the cultivation of the royal family, he is a first-class master, but because of his identity, he rarely shoots.

Zhao Mengtai sneered: "Then you dare to enter the Hall of Mental Cultivation alone?"

Now, with just one move, he can kill the opponent in front of him that he has always wanted to get rid of.

Zhao Zhongyin said calmly, "Why don't you dare?"

Zhao Mengtai said: "I can do it, but I won't do it."

Zhao Chongyin asked: "Why don't you do it, this is not what you always wanted?"

Zhao Mengtai pointed in the direction of the imperial city and said, "What I want is there."

Zhao Zhongyin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Unfortunately, you will never get it."

There was a bit of coldness and sarcasm in the words.

"I can't get it, the prince thinks he can get it?"

Zhao Mengtai looked at Zhao Chongyin, "Yue Tingchen is a chess piece placed by my father and the emperor, so what about you? Will there be a chess piece as well, you form a party in the temple for selfishness and collude with the powers of the rivers and lakes, does the father also have a chess piece? Did you already know?"

Zhao Zhongyin didn't speak, but his expression became colder and colder.

Zhao Mengtai continued: "Your father will not let you inherit the throne, and a prince who cannot inherit the throne and has huge power, what will happen to him?"

Every word is like a thin needle, stuck in Zhao Zhongyin's heart.

When words become swords, when you yourself think what others say is right.

Zhao Chongyin said coldly: "You are so sure that the royal father will not pass the throne to me?"

Zhao Mengtai is dead!

Who else in the entire Yan Kingdom royal family is more suitable to be the emperor than him?

No, there is none left.

Zhao Mengtai sneered, "Actually, you should know better than anyone, why do you need to ask me?"

The coldness in Zhao Zhongyin's heart is even more intense. He has been unpopular since he was a child. Even as a prince, he is a prince who was established to stabilize the current situation. He has been careful and conscientious these years, so there is no chance to dismiss him. .

Now that his only competitor, Zhao Mengtai, has fallen, his status as a prince seems to be more stable, and it seems that it is only a matter of time for him to be named Dabao, but is this really the case?

Zhao Mengtai pointed to the palace, and said in a daze: "He is an emperor first, and then a father."

Zhao Zhongyin had no expression on his face, but his heart was wrinkled.

Zhao Mengtai is more like Zhao Zhiwu than Zhao Chongyin, so he understands this Dayan Emperor better than himself.

Zhao Mengtai sat high above, picked up the porcelain vase and directly scattered the poison on the ground, "No one in this world can kill me, Zhao Zhiwu can't, neither can you."

Calm, Tan Ran and the expression on his face is very calm.

Maybe all this time, he has been preparing for this moment.

Zhao Zhongyin's Tong Kong shrank slightly.

Zhao Mengtai clapped his palms, "Come with me for the last drink."

The old servant came in with two pots of wine, one for Zhao Mengtai and one for Zhao Chongyin.

"it is good."

Zhao Chongyin did not refuse, he sat down and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Please."

"Please."

The two raised their glasses and drank.

At this time, the two of them are not like the enemies of the brothers, but more like friends who have been separated for many years.

"Successful and defeated, the difference is that if I lose, I am a thief."

Zhao Mengtai sat on the top and looked at his brother, "If I win, you will kneel on the bottom today and your life will hang by a thread."

Zhao Zhongyin's mood has recovered, "You are right, but you are defeated after all."

Zhao Mengtai believes in the motto of life, doing great things is either a great success or a great failure, and a great failure has only one end.

Zhao Mengtai's eyes glowed with a gleam, and he said, "I lost, at least I resisted."

After he colluded with the world, Jin beheaded the prince, and secretly disclosed the news to Heibingtai. If the emperor had not been prepared, Zhao Zhongyin would have died on Zhongshan.

Zhao Chongyin poured a glass of wine and took a sip without speaking.

"Actually, before I acted, I had a bad hunch."

Zhao Mengtai held the wine glass and said, "But I have no room for regret, I can only continue to move forward."

Knowing that the ending is a tragedy and cannot be changed, but still have to continue, this is the greatest tragedy in life.

Some endings have long been doomed. Just when the two colluded with their henchmen, only one of them, Zhao Mengtai and Zhao Zhongyin, could survive.

It's just that they don't know who will have the last laugh.

Zhao Mengtai guessed right. After Zhao Chongyin gained power, the first person to kill was him.

He was already standing in the midst of the wave, being pushed forward by the wave, not moving is death, moving is also death.

Zhao Chongyin pondered for a long time and said, "You shouldn't have ambitions."

Zhao Mengtai laughed and said, "What about you?"

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was silent for a long time, Zhao Chongyin got up and walked outside the hall, "You are Zhao Mengtai, I am Zhao Chongyin."

Looking at Zhao Chongyin's leaving back, Zhao Mengtai shouted, "Brother, give them a treat."

"I see."

Zhao Zhongyin paused in his footsteps, and then left the Hall of Mental Cultivation without looking back.

Zhao Mengtai smiled and continued to sit in his seat drinking wine.

But because the afternoon was too quiet and the sun was too warm, he was a little lazy, so he closed his eyes and bathed in the long-lost sunshine.

At this time, he stranded all his thoughts and let his body and mind soak in the warm sun.

In an instant, in some hazy drunkenness, I was awakened by the charming spring.

The dazzling sun shines, and the person who shines is warm, with an indescribable warmth.

"The snowman can't wait for summer."

Feeling the warmth of this world, he took out the prepared fire book.

The raging flames ignited, and Zhao Mengtai was surrounded by fire while drinking.

No one knew what was on his mind at this moment.

Perhaps it was the family love he had always longed for and cared for, or the supreme throne and power he longed for.

All of this, including Zhao Mengtai himself, finally melted into the flame.

Zhao Chongyin was standing outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, while Bai Jing and Elder Su and several other guards stood behind him.

At this moment, he looked at the sun above his head, but he felt a slight chill in his heart.

Zhao Mengtai was placed on it, and why was Zhao Chongyin not?

After about tens of breaths, there was no sound in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and then there was a 'crackling' sound, and soon a sea of ​​fire appeared behind it, and the black smoke shot into the sky.

The fire was very big, and the kerosene seemed to have been prepared long ago, and it spread throughout the Hall of Mental Cultivation in less than a stick of incense.

Zhao Chongyin closed his eyes slightly, opened his eyes after a long time and walked towards the backyard.

..........

The imperial palace, in the Ziyuan Hall.

Zhao Xuening paced back and forth constantly, a pair of willow leaves frowned tightly.

Zuo Biwen was sitting opposite, drinking tea calmly.

They have already received news that Zhao Chongyin went to Zhao Mengtai Villa.

Zhao Xuening suddenly paused, "Uncle, do you think the second brother can still survive?"

"It's impossible."

Zuo Biwen glanced at Zhao Xuening, "You were born in an emperor's family, how could you be so naive? Do you know what rebellion is?"

Zhao Xuening pursed his lips, and said quickly: "But the emperor didn't have..."

She also has a glimmer of hope. Her father's favorite is Zhao Mengtai, her second brother. She can't say that she will open up to Zhao Mengtai and leave a trace of life for Zhao Mengtai.

Zuo Biwen whispered: "That's because the emperor can't do it."

The Dayan Human Sovereign usurped the throne and killed the Liping Human Sovereign and the prince of the current dynasty. The whole country was shaken. Although he finally succeeded in ascending the throne, it was a shame that could not be washed away.

And now that Zhao Mengtai is rebelling, if he kills Zhao Mengtai, then who is Zhao Zhiwu, the Emperor of Dayan?

A person who kills his father, kills his brother and kills his son will surely become an emperor who will be infamous for thousands of years.

In addition to the supreme power, the emperor wants to leave a name in the history and be famous for a hundred generations?

So now Zhao Mengtai he absolutely cannot kill.

Zhao Xuening let out a long sigh and said, "Second brother really sucked this time."

Zuo Biwen said solemnly: "It's more than just Hutu, it's just asking for a dead end. You must never go to persuade you, so as not to set yourself on fire."

Zhao Xuening was silent.

Zuo Biwen continued: "You persuaded, not only will not change the current situation, but may be implicated."

"Princess, there is news from Baiting Villa."

At this moment, Zhuo Yuchang hurried in.

Zhao Xuening said quickly: "Come on."

Zhuo Yuchang took a breath and said, "His Royal Highness sent poison, the second prince burned the Yangxin Palace and set himself on fire, and all his five sons and four daughters died after taking the death-defying powder, and there was no one alive in the entire Baiting Villa. "

Zhao Mengtai is dead!

And Zhao Mengtai's wife, children, and children are all dead!

When Zhao Xuening heard this, he only felt that a cold air emerged from the soles of his feet, and the cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai.

Even if Zuo Biwen had already guessed such a result, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart at this moment.

The most ruthless imperial family!

What is family love in the face of power?

"Second brother..."

Zhao Xuening murmured, tears in his eyes.

She has always regarded Zhao Mengtai as her own brother, and Zhao Mengtai is also very good to her.

Some people may say that there are some interests involved.

But if you drink water and know your heart, others don't know whether you are sincere or not, and you know best.

indifferent!

ruthless!

Zhao Xuening felt as if she had been hit hard, and at the same time, she had a deeper understanding of the terrifying power struggle of the imperial family.

Brotherhood, father-son relationship, all **** in front of power.

"Meet Mr. Xu!"

Just at this moment, a voice came from outside the hall.

Zhao Xuening and Zuo Biwen both stopped their expressions.

I saw Xu Qianyue walked in slowly and bowed to Zhao Xuening, "Meeting the princess, Your Majesty has not seen the princess for a long time, I miss her very much, and I summoned Her Royal Highness to the imperial study."

"I see."

Zhao Xuening lowered his head and responded.

Zuo Biwen's heart trembled when he heard this, and his face became a little ugly.

Zhao Mengtai has just died, the Emperor Dayan wants to summon Zhao Xuening, is it because he suspects that she has an affair with Zhao Mengtai?

Thinking of this, Zuo Biwen hurriedly said, "Remember to think twice when you speak."

"Uncle, I know."

Zhao Xuening replied.

........

The pure land is filled with wind and sand, and everything in sight is yellow.

After An Jing came out of the underground ancient city, after inquiring along the way, he not only got a map of Buddhism, but also came to Lingtai Temple, one of the holy places of Buddhism.

Lingtai Temple is the largest temple of the Lotus Sect, and it can also be said to be the first temple of Buddhism. It is rumored that the Buddha of Buddhism opened an altar here to teach the Dharma, to promote Buddhism, and to create Buddhism.

In the eyes of the world, Lingtai Temple is full of mystery.

It is like a monk in a red robe sitting alone on top of the world.

The ups and downs of life experience and magical legends are all engraved into the texture of the mysterious avenue.

It is like a reflection falling into the world, the endless sandstorm and the white clouds in the sky are his face, and the thousand-year-old Buddhist language is his soul.

The blizzard, the scorching sun, and the unfading face.

Ghee Brahma chant, lingering through the soul.

The buildings in the sky are connected to the top of the mountain, surrounded by white palaces and the temple in the middle.

The white clouds depend on it, and the blue sky is its companion.

Looking up at Qionglou with a long history and various legends, it has become even more mysterious and elegant.

At this time, countless pilgrims walked towards the temple on the top of the mountain, with incomparable piety in their expressions.

An Jing stepped on the stone steps and walked towards Lingtai Temple.

Along the way, there are people in fancy clothes and many Buddhist disciples. This place is very different from Yan Kingdom, not only in clothing, but also in people's spiritual outlook.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in front of him, and a Buddhist disciple from Lingtai Temple who was standing guard shouted loudly. Suddenly, everyone ran towards the mountain, with a bit of solemnity and anger on their expressions.

An Jing seemed to be out of tune with the person who went up the mountain, and was still unhurried.

Soon, he came to the mountain gate of Lingtai Temple, and countless people gathered in front of him.

"Blood..."

An Jing smelled the blood in the air, and frowned slightly, because this was the first Buddhist temple and the place where the first Buddhist Bodhisattva sat, there should not be blood.

"Above the Sky"

But now there is blood flowing out.

It didn't take long to know that something must have happened.

I saw a figure in the bustling crowd in front.

The man was not tall, and his appearance was different from the people in the ancestral land. He looked a little weird, and his skin was dark. At this time, there was still blood flowing from the strange long knife.

In front of him was a corpse, a master of Lingtai Temple, and it was the fatal stab wound on the neck that killed the master of Buddhism.

In addition, there are several people behind the man who are similar to his clothes, all holding a strange long knife in their hands.

His expression was somewhat mocking and cold.

"Are they the Guishuang Swordsman?"

"What a quick knife!"

"Master Faming died in his hands in one move!?"

"It's a great courage to kill someone in my Buddhist holy place."

........

There were voices of discussion around, almost all with anger.

No matter who this swordsman is, this is Lingtai Temple, the holy land of Buddhism.

He kills people here, isn't he provoking Buddhism? To challenge the Pure Land again?

An Jing couldn't understand the discussion, but it didn't prevent him from guessing what was happening in front of him through the subtle expressions of the people around him.

The Kushuang swordsman came to kill the Buddhist master.

Looking at the cold expression and the cold knife, it is enough to show that the swordsman in front of him is a master.

After all, daring to challenge from Guishuang is enough to show that he is a first-class swordsman of Guishuang, and Guishuang's swordsmanship is somewhat unfamiliar and strange, which makes people vigilant.

Guishuang Swordsman put his finger on the blade, and with a shock of energy, all the blood on the blade was shaken away, and his eyes swept to the Buddhist people who were talking about it.

The icy eyes swept away, and many people froze in their mouths, swallowing the words in their throats involuntarily.

murderous look!

A master with murderous intent means that his hands must be covered with blood.

Seeing this, the Guishuang swordsman couldn't help laughing, and said in unskilled language: "It is rumored that there are many geniuses and masters in the ancestors of the Qin Dynasty, it seems that all this is just a false name. A master, no one can stand up to my three moves, is there no master?"

His arrogant expression made everyone around him furious, but many people saw that Faming was beheaded by one move, and their hearts were filled with haze.

"I'll fight you!"

At this moment, a loud shout sounded.

A golden Buddha light penetrated, and it was like a mountain, pressing down on the Kushuang swordsman.

"Xuanwu Academy's first Fadu Senior Brother!"

Seeing the people who appeared, many people present secretly exclaimed.

There was a grin on the corner of Guishuang Swordsman's mouth, and the long knife in his hand slashed forward.

An icy knife light appeared.

A supreme momentum slowly rushed above the moonlit night, the void vibrated, and the true energy was like a whistling wave, surging continuously.

The Ten Kings of Hell Order! The first kill to peel and dig meat!

Boom!

There was a loud bang, as if the hearts of everyone were shattered.

It seemed that half of the Lingtai Temple was surrounded by an aura of death, only to see a dark and stern area in front of it, and in that black area, one after another chilling voice swelled out.

"Pass!"

This knife even directly shattered that Fadu's indestructible Vajra body.

Fadu saw this expression with a hint of astonishment, and retreated to the back again and again.

But then the second knife came violently.

In the middle of nowhere, in the darkness of ghosts, countless bright lights seemed to emit bright divine light, and everyone's heart trembled.

Among the strange long swords, a sword energy suddenly appeared.

Directly cut the Fadu in front of him into blood.

hiss--!

Everyone took a deep breath.

Fadu was the first of the Xuanwu Academy, and was killed by the Kushuang swordsman with two stabs. You must know that the Guishuang swordsman did not look old, indicating that he might not be old.

What a weird knife!

An Jing's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but have a little interest in this sword technique.

The moment when this sword technique was used, it was like facing Fengdu once, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling, indicating that the person who created this sword technique must have seen Fengdu, otherwise, there would be no such similarity among the sword techniques. mood.

The Guishuang swordsman licked the blood on the sword and said calmly, "Isn't Fadu also a genius child of Buddhism? I can't see it like that."

He was not mocking, but filled with disappointment.

It was rumored that the Eastern Great Qin Dynasty had a great talent, so he brought a few brothers and sisters here.

By the way, take a look at the Great Qin Dynasty, is it still as powerful as it was a thousand years ago?

The companions of several Guishuang swordsmen sneered, "It seems that they know nothing about genius."

"Quick! Go and invite the Moruo Hall to invite the patriarchs!"

A Buddhist expert shouted quickly.

Lingtai Temple was in chaos.

An Jing was still reminiscing about the sword technique just now, when a blue brilliance appeared in the book.

The thought fell, and An Jing's heart moved slightly.

Tip 3: There is a blue chance near the host (Bodhi seeds from the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree).

Blue opportunities are all treasures that can directly increase strength and cultivation.

Immediately, he walked behind Lingtai Temple, wanting to find out, and by the way, he visited some hidden masters of Buddhism to see if he could get the secret about the seal.

The style architecture of Lingtai Temple is somewhat similar to that of the Temple of Yan Kingdom, but there are also differences. Anjing seldom studies maps, and mostly relies on books from the ground.

Passing through the wide hall and coming to a remote backyard, you can see two linden trees.

At this time, under the Bodhi tree, there was a Buddhist man holding a wooden fish in one hand and a mallet in the other, looking at the Bodhi tree in front of him calmly and peacefully.

That man was smiling all over his face, with a big belly and drooping ears, it was Hee Harvard.

At this time, his whole body was peaceful, without the slightest icy spirit.

An Jing saluted with one hand and smiled: "Master, we meet again."

Hahaha slowly opened his eyes, looked at An Jing in front of him, and asked suspiciously, "Donor, have we met?"

An Jing smiled slightly, and said, "Master is really joking, we only parted a few days ago."

"How many days ago?"

Xi Hao shook his head and said, "The poor monk has been cultivating under this Bodhi tree for three years, and he has never left Lingtai Temple."

Haven't left this Lingtai Temple for three years?

An Jing was shocked when he heard this, and asked, "What is the name of the master?"

Hee Harvard put his hands together on his chest, "Wandering monk Hee Harvard."

An Jing's eyes narrowed into a gap, "You are Hee Harvard, who did I see a few days ago?"

At this time, he also discovered that the Hee Harvard he had seen before gave him a cold and treacherous feeling, but now this Hee Harvard has a magnificent and magnificent aura, but it is more like a Buddhist expert.

What the **** is going on here?

Hee Harvard shook his head and said, "The donor may be wearing a photo. What you see is not real."

An Jing Dandan said: "It's absolutely true."

Hee Harvard said: "Eyes can deceive people."

An Jing said: "The heart can also deceive people."

Hee Harvard said: "If you think everything you see is fake, then everything is fake. If you think what you see is real, then everything is real."

An Jing said: "The truth is also false, and the false is also true. There is something inactive and there is nothing. Why should the master make a mystery?"

Hee Harvard smiled and asked, "Who is the donor?"

An Jing said: "Tian Wai Tian An Jing."

Haha's smile deepened, "It turns out that the benefactor who defeated the Vajra King Kong is the benefactor. No wonder I see that your Excellency is so young and has such an ability to comprehend the way of all things in the world. It is really extraordinary."

An Jing frowned and said, "Master has not answered my question yet."

Why are there two hehe Harvards, and which one is the real one?

What exactly is a Buddhist relic?

"All you see is a bad thought from Uncle Shi."

At this moment, a voice sounded behind An Jing.

I saw a monk came over and performed a Buddhist salute to An Jing, saying, "The poor monk Tianyi, I have seen An Shi."

Tianyi Bodhisattva, the number one Bodhisattva in Buddhism, is also the host of Lingtai Temple.

"I have seen Master Tianyi."

An Jing also returned a salute and said, "I don't know what this evil thought means. Can the master clear up the confusion for me?"

Hee Harvard said on the side: "Buddhism has an ancient practice of practice, and its inheritance has never been cut off. Some secret techniques are still reserved, among which there is the technique of severing thoughts, which can cut out a wisp of a person's thoughts. Cultivation, Buddhism is too obsessive, making it difficult to reach the realm of five qi returning to the original, so I use Buddhist secret techniques to cut off the obsession in my heart, cut off the obsession, and enter Nirvana. territory."

"And this obsession has also escaped. It is between heaven and earth. What the donor sees is just the obsession of the poor monk. It can also be said that the poor monk is everything that the Heihaha has left behind after removing the obsession. "

Hearing this explanation, An Jing felt like a storm surged up in his heart, "In this way, I saw Hee Harvard before, and now it's Hee Harvard who is standing in front of me."

Tianyi Bodhisattva nodded and said, "The donor is good at comprehension, that's why."

Hee Harvard asked: "The evil thoughts have disappeared for a long time. I don't know where the donors have seen them?"

An Jing's heart trembled for a long time, and after a while, he said, "In the underground ancient city, the master is looking for the remains of Buddha."

"The remains of the Buddha!?"

Tianyi Bodhisattva had a bit of puzzlement in his eyes.

An Jing nodded and said, "Yes, the master said that it is a Buddhist holy relic, and it cannot fall into the hands of others."

Hee Harvard said solemnly: "The donor was deceived. My Buddha's golden body is still enshrined in the patriarch's temple and has never left the temple."

A trace of doubt flashed in An Jing's eyes, "Oh?"

Hee Harvard glanced at Tianyi Bodhisattva, "Tianyi, take the donor to see the Buddha's golden body."

Tianyi Bodhisattva said: "Please come with me."

Then the three walked towards the Buddha Hall, which was still behind the Mahavira Hall.

There are several golden Buddha statues around the splendid and magnificent hall. There is a fence in the center of the hall. In the center of the fence is a weathered corpse, and the corpse is surrounded by golden rays of light.

Shining brightly, it exudes an ancient, majestic atmosphere.

Even after being dead for thousands of years, there is still a strong coercion.

Jade bone!

And it is even deeper than the realm of An Jing Jade Bone!

Both of them were devout and respectfully bowed to the corpse.

Hee Harvard put his hands together and said, "This is the golden body of my Buddhist Buddha. I don't know what the 'Buddha's remains' found by the donor?"

An Jing looked at the Buddha's golden body like a thunderbolt from the blue.

These are the remains of Buddha, so what are Harvard and myself looking for?

Both sides say different things, and there is always one side who is lying, so who is lying?

Hee Harvard and Tianyi Bodhisattva saw that An Jing did not speak, and they all stood silently on the side.

"Winter!" "Winter!"

Suddenly, the violent sound of the bell brought An Jing back to his senses.

"Host, something is bad!"

At this moment, a Buddhist master came in and immediately reported what happened in Lingtai Temple at this time.

Tianyi Bodhisattva said solemnly: "Donor, it seems that this matter can only be discussed later."

"and many more."

Hee Harvard stopped Tianyi Bodhisattva and said, "That Guishuang Swordsman is a genius child of Tiandao. Since he is a genius, he naturally needs a genius to deal with it."

Speaking of which, Hee Harvard looked at An Jing.

An Jing glanced at Xi Harvard and said, "Master wants to kill someone with a knife?"

Tianyi Bodhisattva said: "If the donor can solve this matter, Buddhism is willing to give a bodhi seed to the donor."

An Jing pondered for a while, and said, "Besides, I still need two masters to solve some confusion for me."

Tianyi Bodhisattva said sincerely: "Since Tianwaitian has formed an alliance with Buddhism, I can't stop talking about the donor."

"it is good."

An Jing nodded, he also wanted to see the strength of this Kushuang swordsman.

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In Lingtai Temple Square.

There was silence all around, and everyone was glaring at the few Kushuang swordsmen in the center.

At this time, an eminent Buddhist monk walked out from the crowd. The man was dressed in a red cassock and bathed in golden Buddha light from top to bottom. He was magnificent and magnificent.

Although in the battle between the Buddhas and Demons of Tianwumen, the Supreme King Kong lost to An Jing, but the special King Kong is second only to Tianyi Bodhisattva in Buddhism, which is an undoubted fact of the mother.

At this moment, the Vajra Vajra appeared, and all the people around the Pure Land immediately became excited.

Buddha's first Vajra Victory Vajra!

Several masters of Guishuang also looked over, and then smiled at each other, and finally led out the real masters of Buddhism.

Jusheng King looked at the Kushuang swordsman in front of him and said, "Is the donor a person of the Heavenly Sword?"

The Guishuang swordsman looked at the Jusheng King Kong for a few times, and seemed to have not thought that the Jusheng King Kong actually used the Guishuang language, and immediately said: "Heavenly Saber Zhamo."

Victorious King Kong nodded slightly and said, "Although I haven't been to Guishuang, but I heard about you from the caravan, they said that you are a genius swordsman in Guishuang, and you are a top-ranked expert in Tiandao. ."

Chamo was not excited by the words of the Vajra Vajra, and his expression was always very indifferent, "Exactly."

Vajra Vajra asked, "Why did you come to the Pure Land this time to kill my Buddhist master?"

Cha Mo Dandan said: "I want to see some Buddhist monk breaking swords."

Jusheng King Kong lowered his eyebrows, "The donor murdered just to take a look at the broken ring knife?"

Bodhisattva and King Kong, that are different fruit positions, and the same ruthlessness is also different.

The Supreme King Kong has naturally killed lives, and the reason for his killing is very simple, to prevent others from killing.

This reason seems odd.

Chamo pointed at the strange long knife in his hand, and Feng Han aimed directly at the Victory King Kong and said, "Your strength is not bad, I want to compete with you."

Vajra's eyes are like a rock, heavy, thick, and tenacious, while Chamo on the opposite side is like a fierce ocean, with thunder flashing in it.

However, from the perspective of the victorious King Kong breath, it was three points weaker than the previous battle at Tianwumen.

One is that Jusheng King Kong chose to break the dharma and reunite, and the other is that he was severely injured by the sword demon, and the injury has not fully recovered.

At this moment, the strength he can show is greatly reduced, at most the realm of two qi.

And the momentum displayed by the Guishuang swordsman is very powerful.

The most important thing is that Jusheng King Kong is a master of the older generation, and the Kushuang swordsman on the opposite side is relatively young. No matter whether he wins or loses, it is not good for Jusheng King Kong.

"Master Shusheng, leave it to me."

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind the Vajra Vajra.

When Su Sheng Vajra heard this, he turned his head to look, a little surprised, "Master Anshi, why are you here?"

I saw a young man in white came out with three long swords stuck in his back, each with its own characteristics.

Victory King Kong naturally recognized the person, but he never thought that the ghost swordsman would appear in the Pure Land.

An Jing smiled and said: "This time I came to the Pure Land, and I want to visit Master Tianyi, and before that, I will help Buddhism solve a small trouble."

Upon hearing this, King Kong Jusheng laughed, "Okay."

Chamo looked at An Jing who suddenly appeared, and said sternly, "Young man, my knife is very fast."

The person in front of him is really too young, the young people are unbelievable, which one in this world has not become famous after being immersed in the world for several years, and the young people of the age in front of him are at most just a fledgling boy.

Several swordsmen in Guishuang had a sneer in their eyes.

Chamo is one of the most talented swordsmen in Guishuang. There is a younger man in front of Fomen. Is he really Chamo's opponent?

They don't believe it!

Never believed that Chamo would lose to such a young man in front of him.

Not only the people from Guishuang, but even the people from the Pure Land looked at each other in dismay. I didn't understand why this young man who was obviously not from the Pure Land was allowed to take action?

Doesn't he know how powerful this Chamo is! ?

Jusheng King Kong translated what Chamo said to An Jing.

An Jingdan said: "Tell him that my sword is faster."

Jusheng King Kong smiled and immediately told Chamo what An Jing said.

After hearing this, Chamo didn't get angry, but laughed, "Let you look at the world a few more times, and remember not to blink later, because death will be very fast."

Jusheng King Kong said this to An Jing without any change.

An Jing said calmly, "Master Shusheng, back away."

Jusheng King Kong smiled and retreated to the rear.

The head of the Lingtai Temple Discipline Institute hesitated for a moment, and said, "Uncle Shusheng, that Chamo is extremely powerful. He killed Faming with one move, and Fadu with two moves. Isn't this sending the young man to death?"

The surrounding Lingtai Temple disciples all shook their heads and sighed, apparently also thinking that An Jing was dying.

Genius is not scary, what is scary is the genius who grows up.

That person is so young, how could he be Chamo's opponent, Chamo is also a master in his forties, he is not young, but he is also a master of the middle-born generation.

The Supreme King Kong is neither happy nor sad, "Don't be in a hurry."

"Hey."

Seeing the Vajra Vajra say this, the head of the Lingtai Temple Discipline Academy could only sigh helplessly.

No one would think that An Jing could survive Chamo's sword, except for the King of Victory.

At this time, on the square of Lingtai Temple, the two faced each other.

Although they didn't speak, there seemed to be sparks in the eyes of the two of them.

The knife in Chamo's hand was strange and gloomy, and it was still stained with blood at the moment.

There was no anger in his eyes. From the time he started practicing swordsmanship, his master asked him to kill people. Killing one person every day was called swordsmanship.

So over the years, his hands have been covered with countless blood.

Just looking at others, it contains a strong murderous aura.

Under the deterrence of this murderous intent, some people who are not determined will even have fear, and their strength will be greatly reduced.

The sun above the sky was blocked, and the entire Lingtai Temple square looked a little dark.

Coupled with the murderous aura around Chamo, it added a bit of weirdness.

He is a genius, and a genius in a knife.

Among the heavenly knives are the top swordsmen in the row.

For some unknown reason, Chamo's heart suddenly became solemn, and the veins in the hand holding the knife burst out, like a series of horned dragons, terrifying.

The sun is disappearing little by little.

Neither of them moved.

The reason why An Jing didn't move was that he was waiting, waiting for the other party to shoot.

The reason why Chamo didn't take action was because his heart was shaking.

Looking at those calm eyes, his heart could not help shaking.

He is a knife.

But those eyes are like a sea, a starry sky, which can integrate everything in this world, not to mention that it is just a knife.

The sun was blocked, and at the same time Chamo's heart seemed to be blocked.

At this moment, there was only darkness in front of his eyes.

A fear flooded his heart.

His palms clenched the handle of the knife frantically, unable to bear the terrifying darkness and fear any longer, he would use the knife to open everything in front of him~www.novelbuddy.com~ The anger ignited in his heart and turned into rolling waves waves.

Chamo is the most talented swordsman of the Heavenly Sword, and his Ten Kings Killing Order has reached the eighth level.

Unique at his age.

His sword was like it was pulled out of the Fengdu of Senluo. The ghostly light of the sword came from the darkness, returned to the darkness, and finally wanted to break through the darkness.

An Jing was very calm from beginning to end, without any waves, without any ups and downs.

"Hey!"

Just as the blade moved, a dazzling meteor penetrated from the darkness.

Chamo's world suddenly became translucent, and his child hole was full of light.

And his life also disappeared in this darkness and light.

Meteor is beautiful and magnificent.

The light emitted by the meteor when it cuts through the darkness is the most dazzling existence, it is exciting and moving.

But even the light of the meteor can't compare with that flashing sword light.

Short bursts of meteor light.

The light left by this flash of sword light is enough to shine forever in the hearts of everyone!

The people present suddenly felt very fortunate to be able to see the brilliance of this sword.

And this sword is not only imprinted in their eyes, but also in their minds, and even in their entire lives.

"thump!"

The divine light in Chamo's eyes gradually dissipated, and then his body and knife fell heavily to the ground.

Above Lingtai Temple was silent, not the slightest sound.

quiet!

Everyone seems to be petrified, as if they have not recovered from the sword just now.

Only the voice of Zhamo's blood flowing, with a bit of inexplicable strangeness.

An Jing Tanran looked at the Victorious King Kong and said, "Tell them, please invite the next genius swordsman."

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