Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 30 30. I really look down on you

Suddenly, Bei Kong was speechless, chanting "Amitabha Buddha", and then distracted this sentence: "Since your Royal Highness is stubborn, Lao Na can only take you back to the mountain to meditate and reflect."

As he said, he took out a string of rosary directly from his arms, held the rosary flat in his left hand, and moved it one by one.

"His Majesty is a high-powered genius, but he knows that there is a precious thing in this world called a magic weapon, which is extremely powerful, and even with peerless martial arts, it may not be able to resist it.

And the rosary in Lao Na's hand happened to be the magical artifact left by the master of the Great Leiyin Temple, Xiao Tathagata. Although the magical powers have been reduced over time, if you want to capture your Highness, you can do it. "

Hearing that he didn't answer his own question, Xia Ji clenched the magical artifact made up of a string of thirty-three rosary beads, and then asked indifferently, "Is it fearless if you hold onto it?"

"Then what needs to be seen, if you are holding a diamond magic weapon and facing the evil spirits, you will naturally be fearless." A vague complacency flashed in the eyes of the sad and empty eyes.

"Sorrowful Kong, what Zen do you cultivate?!"

Sad Kong ignored the prince, and just said: "Old Na asks one more question, is your Highness insisting on not regretting it?"

Xia Ji sneered: "The name of the **** monk is not worthy of the truth. After all, Leiyin Temple has fallen, except for a few secrets and a few magical artifacts, after all, nothing has been passed down."

Sad Kong interrupted him directly when he heard the words, and snorted coldly, "Then don't blame Lao Na for being rude."

As he said, he didn't say any more, his pupils suddenly opened, and his eyes were where the human spirit condensed. At this time, those eyes without sadness and joy turned into great grief and joy, and they were faintly bright.

His spirit had been raised to the peak, and with a flick of his left hand, the thirty-three rosary suddenly disappeared, and then a little bright golden light appeared in the center of his palm.

Zen envelops, Buddha light blooms.

Sad Kong pushed out his palm and uttered angrily: "Huh!"

That golden light kept getting bigger and blooming in his palm, and then quickly getting bigger at a speed just detectable by the human optic nerve.

After a thought, it turned into a golden swastika!

The **** was spinning fast.

Through the ten-foot space.

The Seventh Prince of the Great Merchant seemed to have never reacted, and the **** had fallen on him.

As soon as it touched his body, it turned into a dazzling golden light and penetrated into his body.

Afterwards, layers of golden light appeared under Xia Ji's skin, tying him up.

Sad Kong's anger disappeared, and he smiled and said: "Amitabha, even if your Royal Highness can repel the ghost party, he can't escape the shackles of the magic weapon with a mortal body. Let me go."

Xia Ji didn't move, but suddenly raised his voice: "The emptiness is the form, and the hue is also the emptiness. Everything is attached, and everything is not attached."

After saying this verse.

The Seventh Prince of Dashang easily pulled away the golden light that bound him,

Hold this string of thirty-three rosary beads in your hand,

He glanced at the dumbfounded sorrow, and said lightly: "This bead is not bound to people. Since it can't be bound, it means that I have nothing to cling to.

It's just that Master Mistress bound me with this pearl, but I don't know if I have attachments? "

Sad and empty said: "Return the rosary to me"

Xia Ji chuckled, then, as he said, threw the already dim Thirty-Three Rosary far away.

The monk hurriedly took it and put it in his arms,

Looking up again, the prince opposite actually took out a string of 108 rosary beads from his arms.

Sadness:

Xia Ji's left hand was wrapped around the rosary, the gods had no thoughts, and the vast Zen mind was attached to the rosary.

The rosary disappeared instantly,

It became a bit of golden light that was so dazzling that people couldn’t open their eyes.

Then the left hand slowly pushed out.

The golden light skyrocketed rapidly, and did not form a swastika, but directly turned into a golden giant bergamot with the movement of his palm!

This bergamot hangs high above Sad Kong's head, spanning the entire bridge, and it is actually ten feet long.

Pause for a moment.

Xia Ji asked indifferently: "Can monks be stubborn?"

Sad Kong looked at the bergamot in disbelief and fell silent.

Before he could answer, the golden giant Buddha's hand fell directly.

boom!

The giant Buddha hand suppressed it.

Cover the entire bridge and cover the surrounding lake.

But the strange thing is,

The water wave did not move,

The bridge has not moved,

Everything around is untouched

But the sadness moved, and he was crushed to the ground by this huge bergamot, his expression in pain and suffering.

Xia Ji asked softly: "Sai Kong, what Zen do you cultivate?"

Wei Kong's whole body was trembling. He wanted to speak, but as if he were in a hell, his body was burned by the fierce heat of Abi fire, and all his sin karma was burned.

Xia Ji shook his head: "Sorrowful Kong, although I will lose to me even if I change someone, I really don't look down on you."

After saying this, he turned around, not looking at the monk again.

And the golden bergamot also disappeared. Following the prince's palm, the Hundred and Eight Rosary beads wrapped around his wrist again, and they were quietly moved by his left thumb.

one two three four five six seven

Eighty ninety eleven

Counting to one hundred and eight is to count the troubles and obsessions of sentient beings.

Even if you don't cut it off, you can see clearly.

Obviously in trouble, but thought that he was superior and wanted to cross the river.

Behind him

Bei Kong was still in shape, kneeling down in the direction of the Dashang Prince.

Xia Ji glanced at the dead man who was performing Ling Chi: "Go on, remember to take all the monk's rosary and Zen sticks after the incident."

"Yes, master!"

After doing this, he and the emperor walked together again, instead of riding in a carriage, walking towards the palace on foot.

On the arch bridge.

Some people leaned over curiously, looked at the creeping monk, and tentatively shouted "Master Beikong?"

no respond.

"Grandmaster?"

Still no response.

The monk maintained a prostrate posture and seemed to be a sculpture.

The people who called him gently stretched out their hands to touch him. This touch seemed to break a certain balance. The entire body of the sad Kong monk shattered and turned into countless powders that still maintained his body. The lake breeze blew , Is from head to toe, everything is wiped out.

After the two returned to the palace, the books that Xia Ji ordered the guards to move from the homes of many evacuated dignitaries had arrived. These books filled the original library. As for those families who have not left, they were sent to pay respects in advance, saying they would come. Guan Family Book Collection.

It didn't take long for him to get replies from the family, expressing his welcome to go.

Reading books does not involve any interest at all, and even if someone has a ghost in the heart of the family, they will never be stumbling on this matter.

A large number of books were carried into the palace by carriages, and they were divided into categories to enrich the Buddhist scriptures.

Morning.

Xiwei's brilliance soon submerged, and the sunny days for several consecutive days were finally blocked by flying snow.

The door of the Royal Library was pushed open.

Xia Ji looked at the enriched library, and then at the Nine Emperor Gods beside her.

The nine emperors looked sadly at the white snow that was gradually turning mad, and sighed slightly.

Xia Jidao: "From today, you will be reading the booklet here, and don't go out of the palace again."

Xia Xiaosu nodded: "Brother, I know."

Xia Ji cooked a pot of hot tea and placed it in front of the wooden window. An upward white snake emerged from the mouth of the pot. Outside the window was a stream of white snow that had been drowned. It will become snow white, a world submerged by this snow sea.

(End of this chapter)