Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 392 In the Buddhist hall, the four gods co-cast the Chaos Crown

"Your Highness just let him go? It's unwise to fly an eagle into the sky and patrol Liaodong!
At that young age, Ji Jiulang had already gained momentum before reaching the crown.

Now it's quite a new show, and it means to be the champion.

If he becomes popular, he might be the second Zong Pingnan.

Besides, this son is very close to Dong Gong.

He is not only a thousand households of Beizhen Fusi, but also has a master-apprentice status with Jianzheng.

Really sit idly by, sooner or later it will be a serious problem! "

In the Buddhist hall of Shuiyun Nunnery, the charming Bingqing Master is respectful, holding a whisk in his right hand.

I don't know because of Yang Ping'er's stupidity, or Xu Huaiying's inexplicable death.

In order to express her condolences, today she changed out of Haiqing's toga and wore a plain white linen filial piety.

On the contrary, the exquisite and graceful curves are more clearly outlined, with a bewitching aura that seduces desire.

Inside the Buddhist hall, a cloth curtain was lowered to cover the slender figure standing with his back.

With his hands behind his hands, the four-clawed dragon robe with fiery golden mosaic patterns loomed indistinctly.

"Bingqing, it's because you don't know how to transform Qi, you should let Ji Jiulang out of the capital.

That kid does have some strength, the more you try to suppress him and deal with him, the more often you will give him a chance to survive from a desperate situation, even the fate of becoming a dragon.

Yang Xiu, Meng Changhe, and the two idiots Gu Hongzi and Yu Donglai were all like this, and they were forced to be the stepping stones for this Liaodong mud-legged stepping stone! "

The slender figure raised his head slightly, looked at the Tianmu tablet enshrined on the incense table, and the extinguished ever-burning lamp below it, and said softly:

"Do you know why Yang Hong wanted to skin and bone Zong Pingnan back then, so that he could kill him soon?
Even if the prince came forward, he still insisted on sending him to Zhaoyao Mountain? "

Master Bingqing stood in the shadows, lowered her head and shook her head, choosing to listen silently.

The vassal king who didn't show his true face smiled lightly and said calmly:
"Because of luck and number, there are ups and downs.

Most of the extraordinary seeds of arrogance are talents who can transform into dragons when they encounter a storm.

Among them is Jiang Yingwu, who has shown his majesty since birth, and his journey has been smooth and smooth, overwhelming his peers in the same situation;

There is also Zong Pingnan like Zong Pingnan, who was unremarkable at first, grew up in obscurity, and quietly waited for the right time.

It's so thick and thin, it's a blockbuster!
That Kikuro is the latter.

19 years ago, Yang Hong wanted to promote his generals to become champions of martial arts, and appointed the first name of the martial arts hall in advance.

In the end, Zong Pingnan, who was killed halfway, disrupted the situation, so forget it.

But afterwards Yang Hong found something was wrong, after Zong Pingnan entered the lecture hall.

The number of Qi is getting stronger day by day, and the momentum is getting stronger day by day.

In addition, he practiced the "Three Yin Demon Slaying Sword" of Xuantian Ascension to the Dragon, and Yang Hong felt disgusted, so he took action to suppress it.

As a result, it was self-defeating, and Zong Pingnan became more frustrated and courageous.

It was not until the big competition in front of the hall that Yang Hong realized that the opponent was committing seven kills, which was a natural conflict with his appearance of breaking the army.

But it was too late, Zong Pingnan had already become the No. [-] martial arts scholar, which meant that he had achieved fame and fame, and was also highly valued by the nobles in the cabinet.

King Yang Hong felt that his fortune had turned from prosperity to decline, and he might be firmly suppressed by Zong Pingnan, wanting to make up for it.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to go against the will of the East Palace, and acted alone to fight against the East Palace with troops.

The prince was forced to give in, and sent Zong Pingnan to Zhaoyao Mountain.

It is estimated that from that moment on, His Highness the Crown Prince had the idea of ​​cutting the Duke of Pingliang Kingdom. "

Mrs. Bingqing also knew a lot about this Jiuyuan public case that resounded through Tianjing.

It's just that the inside story is not very well understood.

After the eloquence of the slender figure, she was a little dazed.

"His Highness mentioned this matter because he wanted to say that Ji Jiulang, like Zong Pingnan, had an extraordinary fate.

Suppressing and dealing with it secretly will only be counterproductive and let him take advantage of the situation? "

The vassal king's voice was gentle, like a gurgling brook flowing over pebbles, with a calm and leisurely tone.

"Seven kills fight to break the army, greedy wolves eat old sheep.

In Yang Hong's life, he was unable to grasp the situation when there were major events.

He obviously doesn't believe in evil prophecy, but he wants to adopt Yang Xiu.

He wanted to subdue Zong Pingnan, but he was worried that the East Palace would be furious, so he didn't dare to kill him too much.

Therefore, he should break through and then stand up, breaking through the first chance of the great innate.

It was taken by Zong Pingnan, who had been slaying demons and demons for 20 years in Zhaoyao Mountain.

Yang Xiu, who was supposed to be raised as a greedy wolf, was plundered, and made wedding clothes for Ji Jiulang. "

Master Bingqing covered his mouth and chuckled, and said in a low voice:

"It's said that Qishi's layout, every step of the way, and the blood god's fall, but it doesn't make sense.

That Duke of the State is a famous general of a generation, a military figure who defeated the royal family of all barbarians.

Not only has it entered the eyes of strange scholars, but it has also been regarded by the blood god as a container for the birth of a great demon.

If his luck and destiny were not a little bit rough, how could he willingly throw himself into the tent of the four extraterrestrials. "

The slender figure sighed, nodded and said:
"Yang Xiu's tragic death, Yang Que's decapitation, Yang Ping'er's stupidity...Although the original direction of this game was not like this, there was not much deviation after all.

What is needed is for Yang Hong to be disheartened and completely give up on Donggong, otherwise how dare he move that rebellious mind, and how dare he disobey his father, who is the only one in martial arts! "

Mrs. Bingqing raised her eyes, looked through the curtain, and saw the ever-burning lamp representing Yang Ping'er, she couldn't help but regret:

"The poor nun thought that the reason why the Heavenly Mother chose her to be a virgin girl was to cultivate her carefully, and to use it to persecute Yang Hong when necessary.

Unexpectedly, it was a waste to give it to that bald demon bird.

Ping'er's temperament and talent are actually quite suitable for Shuiyun Nunnery! "

The four-clawed dragon robe with the blazing gold pattern turned around, shook his head and said:
"Don't underestimate Yang Hong, he is somewhat similar to a saint, he is a loner in his bones, and he doesn't take his relatives seriously.

Only Yang An, who became a monk, can affect his thoughts.

Others, like Yang Que and Yang Ping'er, died as soon as they died, and disappeared as soon as they died.

The family business of the Duke's Mansion, the inheritance of this portal, is even more important.

Otherwise, why do you think Yang Hong wanted to protect Zhao Wulie and abandon his own son Yang Que?
As a general, looking at the overall situation, kindness does not control soldiers.

He has a steelyard in his heart, knowing which ones should be kept and which ones should be thrown away. "

Master Bingqing's heart shuddered, she didn't even care about her own flesh and blood?
The heart of the Duke of Liang is a bit too ruthless.

"Sages are like this, this king has had this feeling since he was very young.

He, the queen, and the prince seemed to be a real family.

This king and other brothers are just superfluous existences. "

The calm sound like a gurgling stream suddenly became turbulent, as if it was mixed with extremely subtle and complicated emotions.

He reached out and pressed on the incense table, the brilliance in the Buddhist hall was dense, like floating fog.

"Your Highness... If you are willing to serve the Four Gods, you will surely be able to fulfill your wish, enthroned and sit in the palace, and inherit the great treasure."

Mrs. Bingqing was talking, when suddenly her face changed slightly.

The mind that was originally stable as a rock shook involuntarily.

The seven emotions and six desires are hard to contain, like a rolling tide, spreading all over the body in an instant.

This pretty nun, about forty years old and still charming, couldn't help letting out a humiliating moan.

The legs were brought together suddenly, like two chopsticks clinging to each other, and the desire surged, wanting to destroy the mind.

Then, he became extremely frightened again, that four-clawed dragon robe woven with golden mottled patterns.

In the eyes of Mrs. Bingqing, it looks like a terrifying monster with blue face and fangs, or an indescribably terrifying evil spirit, which almost confuses the mind to pieces!
But in just half a breath, bursts of ecstasy surged in her heart, and the great joy and ease of her whole body instantly occupied her pretty face.

Master Bingqing laughed non-stop, unable to close her mouth at all.

Laughing so much that his waist bent down, he coughed so much that he was about to vomit blood.

Immediately afterwards, great compassion came out of nowhere, and tears fell suddenly.

Repeatedly and endlessly, the Bing Qing Shitai of the fourth heaven was tossed to death, and it was difficult to resist.

After half a stick of incense, until this pretty nun completely collapsed on the ground, curled up into a puddle of mud.

""Six Impurity Laws"! Your Highness, please forgive me!"

Master Bing Qing was so shocked that her mind was torn apart, she was also a Buddhist, how could she not recognize the methods used by this feudal lord.

This is an evil martial art created by a great virtuous and eminent monk after he fell into a demon.

Concentrate and drive people's six roots with the human mind, evil thoughts and evil minds.

That is, seeing joy with the eyes, hearing anger with the ears, smelling love with the nose, tasting thoughts with the tongue, seeing with the mind, and worrying about the body itself.

The number of martial arts that specifically restrains Buddhism and Zen.

The more profound the cultivation base, the more thorough the six senses.

The easier it is to be affected by it, the more unable to get rid of the entanglement.

In a single thought, use the unclean six roots to manipulate other people's minds, making them like slaves!
His Royal Highness, who has never shown his true face, has almost practiced this martial art to the point of great perfection.

Even compared to the bewitched Dharma, he was even a bit better.

"Remember, Bingqing, this king is not serving, but cooperating with them to conspire together!"

The four-clawed dragon robe with blazing gold mottled pattern lifted the curtain, stepped out of the Buddhist hall, and said indifferently:
"This king has not been the minion of the Four Gods, and it is impossible to become the eagle dog they call and go away!

At that time, Qingbao Tianzun personally met with the king, claiming that the four gods planned to forge a crown of chaos together, and choose one eternal god to be the ruler of the dynasty to rule Xuanzhou.

With the wisdom of the strange man, the power of the blood god, the good fortune of the wrathful venerable, and the wonderful truth of the dragon lord, it has been refined into a respect tool that has never been seen before or since.

They weighed back and forth between the second child and the third child, and finally settled on the king.

Speaking of which, I would also like to thank your junior sister.

If it weren't for Shuiyun'an, it was a ridiculous idea to help Su Nu to be a princess.

This king will not get to know Bing Yun, thus breaking her Taoist heart, and peeking into Long Jun's plans out of ten.

Only now did I have the confidence to negotiate terms with the Four Gods! "

The four-clawed dragon robe woven with golden group patterns stepped out of the Buddhist hall, revealing its true face.

Not surprisingly, it was His Highness King Huai who was open and unrestrained, with sharp eyebrows.

"What this king wants is not only the Jing Dynasty, but also the four gods to bless me, lift me up into the void, push open the gate of heaven, and seize the supreme title of Lord of Heaven!

The prince wants to be a wise king, the second child also has the heart of a hero, and the third child has no ambitions, only cares about immediate gains and losses, and holds the money bag tightly.

None of them could understand the truth that the four gods occupy the void, originated from the primordial time, are almost immortal, and cannot be defeated at all.

That being the case, everything done is ultimately futile.

How about this king wearing the crown of chaos and ending the karmic account of karma that has been entangled for countless kalpas! "

King Huai lowered his head, looked down at Mrs. Bingqing, and said with a faint smile:
"Yang Ping'er is gone, it doesn't affect the overall situation, and Ji Jiulang's departure from Beijing is also in line with my king's wishes.

You just need to keep an eye on the princess in the East Palace and the child in her womb, that's enough.

The rest of the layout will be done by the members of the Mieshengmeng. "

Mrs. Bingqing was attacked by emotions, her face turned pale with shock.

The rough linen filial piety clothes seemed to have been soaked in water and were soaked through.

She was weak, and replied tremblingly:
"Follow Your Highness's orders."

King Huai shook his head lightly, carefully feeling the dark aura emanating from the deep void.

Like a tidal wave, it poured into the body recklessly, shaking the four-clawed dragon robe with fiery golden mottled patterns.

He seemed to be enjoying it very much, like drinking wine or eating food, showing a comfortable look, and said softly:

"This chess game has reached the middle stage, the saint...he will show up sooner or later, half a year at the earliest, and a year at the latest.

As long as the father is willing to come out, he will fall into the eyes of the four gods.

The outcome of this chess game is doomed. "

Master Bingqing felt a little puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask.

As we all know, Jing Chaosheng has been in seclusion for 20 years, and the state affairs are all taken care of by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

No one can predict when he will be able to leave the customs, return to the court, and set the position of Datong.

Why is King Huai so sure that the saint will break through in a year at the latest?
"It's in vain that you have a close relationship with the Crown Princess and know the inner situation of the palace.

The empress only has one year's lifespan at most, and the saint is the only one in the world, and also the biggest single husband, mean and ungrateful.

Only, for the first wife, that is, the queen empress, there is some true love for sharing weal and woe.

The queen and the prince are the saint's only weakness.

A year later, the grandson was born.

The queen died, and the prince collapsed.

The loss of a wife and a child is enough to shake the heart of a saint. "

King Huai's five fingers touched the void, playing with balls of strange invisible energy.

Between his brows, there was a bit of sadness like a man of temperament.

"In all fairness, the queen treats me very well, and the prince also has a good relationship with me.

If there were no four gods, Jing Chao would have been a scene of harmony between brothers and sisters, which is a pity.

If you want to wear the crown of chaos, you must bear its weight!
The wisdom of a strange man requires a ruthless heart,
The power of the blood god requires a strong and invincible force,
The good fortune of the Wrathful Venerable requires the awareness of breaking through the cycle of life and death,

The wonderful truth of the dragon king requires the liberation of the tranquility of all things!

At this point in chess, there is no way to turn back. "

Master Bingqing is like falling into an ice cave, she is in charge of the door of Shuiyun Nunnery, she practices "Six Qis of Su Nu", she is the most sensitive to grasp other people's aura.

From the body of His Highness King Huai, one can clearly feel the subtle fluctuations of mass extinction, catastrophe, ruthlessness, and catastrophe.

The billowing ink that seems to cover the sky and the sun almost engulfs everything around it, involving it.

Just touching it will drive people completely crazy.

"It's really...a fragile mind. No wonder it's hard to see the threshold of the Five Realms after years of penance."

King Huai glanced lightly, lowered his gaze, and waved his hand.

Mrs. Bingqing seemed to have pulled out her muscles and bones, her eyes suddenly lost their vitality, like a hollow puppet.

With a snap of her fingers, everything she saw and heard just now disappeared from her three souls and seven souls.

"In Tianjing City, there are no eminent Buddhist monks who are easy to attack, otherwise this king will push this martial art to an unprecedented thirteenth level.

Refining the six thieves into the heavenly demon of six desires, even if the Buddha is alive, his mind will be broken. "

King Huai flicked his sleeves and said regretfully.

Huangjue Temple, Xuankong Temple, these two holy places.

Temporarily untouchable.

I can only endure it.

"Speaking of which, the Yinmai of Huangjue Temple, the Linji monk nicknamed the killing monk... would actually pass on the mantle to that Liaodong military family, it is really unknown.

A domineering boy who can only draw a knife to kill people, and knows how many mysteries of Buddhism, it's a pity that the "Fudo Mountain King Sutra" is gone. "

King Huai pushed open the wooden door, and in broad daylight, his four-clawed dragon robe woven with gold mottled patterns evaporated silently like a shadow.

Even Qin Tianjian's hanging sky eyes didn't notice it at all.

(End of this chapter)