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Coming out of the Elder Pavilion, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty had a smile on his face, and things were going well. After some bitter tricks, all the elders in the Elder Pavilion agreed to him and offered to help him with all their strength.

With the great efforts of the Elder Pavilion, it is not in vain for me to throw down my face. Although it is a relationship between the monarch and his ministers, but because of the strength, the Elder Pavilion is aloof. Even if I am the king of a country, I have no way to forcefully order them. Woolen cloth.

However, even with the full strength of the Changlao Pavilion, it still seems to be lacking in strength. After thinking about it, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty flew out again, and after flying far away from Chang'an City, he came to a barren hill.

This hill is actually not that big at first glance, with a radius of only about ten miles. Compared with those mountains that are often thousands of miles away, this hill is indeed not that big. Moreover, the barren hill is not that magnificent. .

In the Tang Dynasty, it could be said that it was not a very famous mountain, but the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty knew that there was a peerless powerhouse hidden in this inconspicuous hill...

A peerless powerhouse who lives in seclusion in a place of hidden cultivation, even if it is not a paradise, it should have a pleasant scenery, right? But this small mountain can be said to be a poor mountain, and it is vaguely revealing a murderous aura. Even fish, insects, birds and beasts don't like it here. Why do peerless powerhouses live in seclusion in this inconspicuous mountain?

Falling from the sky, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, wearing a yellow robe and a formidable cultivation, spread out unobtrusively, filling almost every inch of the mountain.

On the dilapidated hill, there are continuous buildings, but they all look old. Said it was construction. It would be more appropriate to say that it is the ruins.

but. Among these dilapidated architectural ruins that have long been completely invisible, there is a small thatched cottage in it.

The unremarkable thatched cottage is almost hard to find at a glance, and it is easy to ignore it. However, the footsteps of Emperor Tang. But without the slightest hesitation, he walked to the thatched cottage in a straight line.

"Hey, descendants of the Li family, you have already sat in the mountains and rivers, and you don't know how to come. What's the matter?" When the footsteps of the Tang emperor stopped in front of the thatched hut, an old voice sounded in the thatched hut.

Weak voice. It gives people a feeling of dying years, as if that last breath. It may break at any time.

"The younger generation came here today to ask for something, and I hope that Senior Cheng can help." The Emperor of Tang Dynasty stood in front of the thatched hut and said loudly.

"The Tang Dynasty now has a vast country, billions of people, masters gathered, capable people come out in large numbers, do I still need my old bones? I just want to live the rest of my life in this village, and in the end, I will be with you all. Brother, we are buried here together..." The wooden door of the thatched cottage was not opened, and the voice coming from inside the house was still very weak. If it wasn't for the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who had a strong cultivation base, I probably wouldn't have heard those words well. clear.

"I have already asked Senior Daoist Wu Yazi to help me with this matter, but now that the enemy is facing a strong enemy, I am afraid that Daoist Master alone is not safe enough, so I can only ask Senior Cheng to help..." The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty , still standing in front of the thatched cottage, not daring to rush in, and said.

"Oh? Wu Yazi made a move, and you are not afraid enough? What kind of powerful enemy is it?" Obviously, the owner of the thatched cottage was surprised by the words of the Emperor Tang, and asked.

"That formidable enemy, whose cultivation level is unfathomable, seems to be a Buddhist disciple. He walked from the void. Wherever he passed, flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses gushed from the ground. There were thousands of Buddha lights shining on his body. He called himself the Golden Body Bodhisattva. Because, comparable to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, that's why I'm afraid that Daoist Senior Wu Yazi will not be able to suppress the whole audience by himself," the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty said, not exaggerating, but even if he was telling the truth, it still gave people A feeling of exaggerating the strength of the Golden Bodhisattva.

"Oh? Walking from the void?", these words gave the owner of the thatched cottage a little more meaning. After a moment of silence, he said, "Although I don't know what happened to the so-called golden bodhisattva, but Buddhist disciples pay attention to ordinary beings, how can they become gods and Buddhas when they come out of the void?".

"What does Senior Cheng mean?" Hearing this, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty felt a little more suspicious. Regarding the Golden Body Bodhisattva, who needs to be named by the demon mirror, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty felt even more suspicious in his heart, could it be? That golden bodhisattva must need a demon mirror, is there really something tricky about it?

"In the past, my brothers in Wagangzhai fought together against the tyranny of the Sui Dynasty. They were congenial to your Li clan's rebel army. It's a pity that I, Cheng Yaojin, sat on the throne, but only a few days later, the country fell to you Li. In the hands of your family, the era of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty was opened. At the beginning, you, Mrs. Li, spared my life. I said that I would do my best in my lifetime to help you once in the Tang Dynasty. Since you have asked me for it today, I will fulfill it. The original promise."

"In that case, then I will thank Senior Cheng for the time being..." There was no intention of meeting, seeing the owner of the thatched cottage agreed, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty thanked him, and left through the air.

"Well, my cultivation has reached the limit that this world can bear as early as a thousand years ago. The restriction of heaven has prevented me from making any progress for a thousand years, and my life essence has gradually declined. I can fulfill my promise before I die. It may not be a blessing." Inside the thatched cottage, the old and weak voice sounded, muttering to himself, after the words fell, the dead silence returned, and there was no more sound.

Back in the palace, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty had a more relaxed and freehand smile on his face. No one knew that he hid the demon mirror in the Taizu Temple. whereabouts.

From the beginning to the end, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty never thought about exchanging the meaning of Zhuge Xiang with the demon mirror. He had only one purpose in his heart, and that was to snatch it by force.

How strong the Golden Body Bodhisattva is, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is not clear, but the heavens limit, the powerhouse of the fairy god level cannot come to this world, so, no matter how strong the Golden Body Bodhisattva is, it has its own boundaries .

With the great help of the Elder Pavilion, I was just in case, and I didn't care too much. When the Tang Dynasty was founded, Cheng Yaojin, the all-powerful and unrivaled demon king, helped me, so I definitely wouldn't lose it.

Two days passed in a flash. On this day, in the Great Tang Empire, countless strong men were suspended above the city of Chang'an, waiting closely for the appearance of the Golden Bodhisattva. On the one hand, they wanted to confirm whether Zhuge Xiang was real. Being captured alive, on the other hand, I also want to see the peerless demeanor of the Golden Body Bodhisattva, who is comparable to a god and Buddha.

"Hey, tell me, why doesn't Your Majesty want to exchange it with the Demon Reflector?" Dozens of strong men were suspended in Chang'an City, gathering in twos and threes with friendship, naturally there was some discussion.

"I don't know about this, maybe your Majesty has some special reason." Shaking his head, the monk who was asked couldn't tell why, so he could only say so.

"Amitabha, it is said that when the golden bodhisattva appears, he will be accompanied by flowers falling from the sky and golden lotuses gushing from the ground. He looks like a bodhisattva traveling. I really can't wait to see him. Has he really reached the limit in the Buddhist lineage? Is it?" A monk in a purple-gold cassock clasped his hands together and said eagerly.

"Hehehe, it is said that the golden bodhisattva's cultivation is comparable to the gods and Buddhas of the gods, but I want to see today whether he is stronger or me..." A black-robed monk had a fighting spirit on his face The appearance of war-thirsty like crazy.

"Here we come..." Suddenly, there was a faint sound of Zen in the world, and then the monk in the purple-gold cassock opened his mouth with fixed eyes.

Sure enough, between heaven and earth, there seemed to be countless beautiful lotus petals floating down, beautiful and beautiful. On the ground, there seemed to be countless illusory golden lotus blooming, and there were faint Zen sounds and Sanskrit sounds reverberating between heaven and earth, sweeping people away. Evil thoughts and negative emotions in my heart...

"My Buddha is merciful!" In Chang'an City, countless mortals knelt down on the ground and worshiped. They were extremely devout. Vaguely, as these mortals prostrated, the strength of the Golden Body Bodhisattva seemed to become stronger.

The monks in Chang'an City fixed their eyes, and sure enough, the Golden Body Bodhisattva came from a distance, sitting on a lotus platform, holding a magic lamp in his hand, and Zhuge Xiang was imprisoned in the lampshade...

Flowers are falling from the sky, golden lotuses are gushing from the ground, Sanskrit sounds are faintly visible, the Buddha's light is shining brightly on his body, and the surging Buddha's power can cleanse all evil. With the appearance of the golden bodhisattva, this Chang'an city seems to be transformed into a holy Buddha's domain.

"This, is it really the lower realm of the Bodhisattva?" The eminent monk in cassock stared at the Golden Bodhisattva with wide eyes. It also gave birth to the feeling of kneeling and worshiping.

"Why do I want to challenge him?", the man in the black robe, full of fighting spirit, as the surging and holy Buddha power washed away, the fighting spirit in his heart melted like ice and snow, and he no longer wanted to fight with gold. The idea of ​​a bodhisattva duel.

"I have seen the Bodhisattva..." No matter what kind of mentality the monks came with, when they actually saw the Golden Body Bodhisattva, they were all infected by his aura, and said hello to the Golden Body Bodhisattva.

In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected. In the eyes of these monks, there is no difference between the golden bodhisattva and the gods and Buddhas.

"Friends, everyone." The Golden Bodhisattva, with a smile of pity for all beings, also returned a salute to the monks who greeted and saluted, neither sad nor happy, neither humble nor arrogant, neither arrogant nor impetuous...

"Golden Body Bodhisattva! Sure enough, it's on time!" At the same time, the Great Tang Emperor flew out of the Great Tang Palace and said.

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, with a magnificent aura, is protected by the fortune of the country within the territory of the Tang Dynasty. Even if the gods and Buddhas of the heavens want to kill him, it is difficult to ascend to the sky. He came to the Golden Bodhisattva alone. , There is no fear of the strength of the Golden Body Bodhisattva. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and updated faster!