Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 547 Cassock Daoguan Carrying Bookcase, the Lord of Destroyer Heads Northward

"Almsgiver, you have committed a lot of sins, why don't you take refuge with me and praise my Lord, you will be at ease."

The Yuan Wuzun transformed by the Buddha's light has a peaceful face, full of benevolence and kindness, like an old monk in cassock.

It sits cross-legged in the golden pagoda full of incense, and every word is full of sincerity.

There is absolutely no hypocrisy, which makes people feel strangely convinced.

Pang Jun's eyes were wide open, as if seeing a ghost in broad daylight, his face was full of horror.

The originally stiff neck shrank in an instant, as if afraid of seeing a snake or scorpion.

With his knowledge and eyesight, it is not difficult to see that the figure in the golden pagoda was once a god who enjoyed incense and worship.

And the ability is not small, it is by no means an ordinary thing for a wild temple of lewd sacrifices!
Such an existence is now worshiping Ji Jiulang with great devotion.

It can be seen that in the hand of the big red python robe, it seems to be mastering the unknown taboo secret technique!
"What evil method have you learned? Let me take refuge? Comparing yourself to gods and Buddhas! You are simply too arrogant!
Ji Jiulang, as the imperial envoy of the Eastern Palace, used such heretical tricks to manipulate an imperial official like Yu Mou!

Not only violated the laws of the imperial court, but also violated the taboos of saints, you...death is right! "

Pang Jun was stern, and roared loudly.

If she is really converted by Ji Yuan, she will take refuge under his seat.

To be driven by it for the rest of my life, to be a slave for a servant, is simply more terrifying than death.

"Pang Zongbing, don't panic."

With a smile on the corner of Ji Yuan's mouth, he spoke slowly, appearing very elegant and easy-going.

"I am ordered by the East Palace, and with the permission of the crown prince, I can act cheaply.

In Liaodong, the word "Wang Fa" used to be decided by you and others.

Now, it's my turn to decide.

Furthermore, the Wild God of Yeting admires the imperial court and is willing to be educated.

This officer gave him a chance to reform himself and start a new life.

Which law did you violate?
As for conversion.

This official has a clear distinction between rewards and punishments. He is a man who values ​​love and righteousness, and is good at charity. He is known as "Timely Rain in Liaodong".

Regardless of whether it is a hero in the green forest or a god in a wild temple, if you see me, you will worship me and take the initiative to follow.

Not surprising either. "

Pang Jun's face was pale, and when he heard that brazen boast, he couldn't help but flushed with anger and blood.

He was about to curse, but he saw Yuan Wuzun sitting on the incense stupa with wide eyes, like a wrathful King Kong, and shouted:
"Presumptuous! Obsessed with obscurity!
My lord is merciful, but you have a heart of slander!

Mouth-making!He deserves eighteen lashes! "

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Wuzun shook his hand.

The golden long whip is like a ferocious python, making a "cracking" sound in the air.

Drilled in through the gap, and slammed Pang Jun's blood-stained body!

Every stroke is like a red-hot iron, scorching hot, scorching the skin and flesh black!

When the eighteen lashes fell, Pang Jun's body, which was like iron, could not support it.

It seems that half of his life has been removed, and the whole person has become dying, and he no longer dares to speak nonsense.

"My lord! This person has been influenced by the Dharma, and he has realized the beauty of taking refuge under the seat of my lord.

I also ask my lord to be merciful and merciful, so that he can also have a chance to redeem his sins. "

Yuan Wuzun faced the big red python robe, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully.

"The avenue authority bestowed by Qishi is really powerful. Just by using the word 'incense', one can subtly change one's mind and soul, and silently transform one's thoughts and thoughts."

Ji Yuan's eyelids twitched slightly, and he would be more or less wary when encountering the "Sage Sons and Fellow Daoists" who are the strange scholars who are Buddhists.

Lest you get caught by accident!

With one thought, he raised his right hand and held the incense stupa.

The golden Buddha's light illuminates the void, infecting the surroundings inch by inch, like a boundless pure land.

The willing power of all beings condenses into a circle of light, flowing down from above, covering the unruly Liaodong General Soldier in an instant.

There was a look of struggle in Pang Jun's eyes, just like the morning bell and evening drum, ringing in the ocean of his heart, stirring up a stormy sea.

If it was changed to the heyday period, and the qi and blood were stimulated, it would still be able to resist one or two.

But now the bone of the lute has been pierced by the hook knife, and the tyrannical and brave four-layer realm can't be used much.

In addition to being whipped eighteen times, the three souls and seven souls were shaken, and it was even more difficult to prevent the Sanskritization of the incense stupa.

After about half a stick of incense, Pang Jun's fierce face gradually became calm, and he stopped cursing.

There seemed to be countless unjust souls in front of his eyes, and the withered white bone arms were grabbed towards him, like a cold dense forest.

Beheaded corpses, abused young and old, rangers dragged to death by horses...

"Give me back my life!"

"Evil thief!"

"Bastard..."

This Liaodong General Soldier, who murdered many people and did many evils, seemed to be trapped in a pool of blood.

The feet kept sinking, and the souls of the wronged souls entangled and dragged them down.

"I'm not afraid...it's all an illusion that messes with my mind..."

Pang Jun shook his head repeatedly and sneered.

But in the next moment, his strong body tempered by abundant qi and blood, as if being devoured by thousands of wild beasts, gave birth to clear pain.

It was as if a boundless cold wave was raging, freezing through the muscles, bones and membranes, making the three souls and seven souls feel a little chilly.

Its people are like falling endlessly, without end.

In just a short breath, it seems to be stretched for a hundred years.

Tremendous pain swept across his body, and the accumulated torment and torture completely destroyed Pang Jun's mind.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of morning bells and evening drums, and looked up to see the majestic Lingshan Mountain.

There is a magnificent temple, in which the mighty gods who rule the immeasurable void live.

"This is……"

Pang Jun opened his eyes wide, and that figure like a giant Buddha turned out to be Ji Jiulang!
The Primordial Witch Venerable of the Incense and Fire Buddha suddenly shouted, like a King Kong warrior under his seat:

"Don't hurry to convert!"

Pang Jun looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his complexion fluctuated.

In the end, the arms that were pierced by the hook knife slowly closed together, bowed their heads and said:

"I would like to take refuge, praise my Lord, and repay my karma with redemption!"

As soon as these words came out, the incense stupa shook slightly.

The Buddha's light suddenly swelled twice, condensed into a bright red lotus, and plunged into Pang Jun's Yintang eyebrows.

The rich incense, like a great river, penetrated into the mouth and nose with the breathing of the Liaodong general.

The broken flesh shell, which was originally full of blood stains and scars, was suddenly as clean as ever.

The chains broke, the heavy shackles came loose, and the pierced bones healed.

Pang Jun clasped his palms together, knelt down and bowed down:
"Thank you, my lord, for giving me refuge and washing away my sins."

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, and he held the incense stupa with his right palm.

Feel the aspirations of all sentient beings absorbed, and turn them into the impacting Sanskrit sounds of chanting and praying.

The misfortune, mildew, and evil spirits lingering between Pang Jun Yintang's brows were indeed cut off by half.

The avenue power bestowed by Qishi is not unscrupulous.

Instead, shake the mind through incense and vows.

If you choose to take refuge, the immeasurable Buddha's light will eliminate the three disasters and nine disasters and protect yourself.

"It's very in line with Qishi's style. He lures him in everything, and there are very few people who don't take the bait."

Ji Yuan nodded, with a flash of understanding in his eyes, this incense stupa is similar to the gate of Xuanmin.

They all put the benefits on the bright side, which makes people unable to help but move.

Because of a single mistake, you will fall into the net.

After subduing Pang Jun and converting him.

Ji Yuan ignored it, turned around and looked at Dong Jingtang whose face was pale with fright.

This notorious Liaodong vicious tiger fought with each other, and was even more horrified than Pang Jun.

Because the Yuan Wuzun sitting on the incense and fire stupa is the God of Yeting who resides in his heart forever.

"Ji Jiulang! Master Ji, I am convinced!
I am willing to abandon Dingyang Hou's mansion, switch to Beizhen Fusi, and work like a bull for you! "

If Dong Jingtang hadn't been hung up like dried bacon, he would have bowed down immediately.

It's no wonder that he was scared out of his wits, this scene was indeed too horrifying.

Who is Pang Jun?

Killing without blinking an eye, the domineering and arrogant general Wufu!

He is in charge of several vassals and towns, amassing countless fortunes, and has the backing of the Duke of Liang as his backer.

Just because the lieutenant disturbed his drinking, he was tied to a big tree and whipped to death.

And the ranger rushed into the traveling convoy, captured him on the spot, and died after being dragged by a fierce horse for a hundred miles.

Such a tyrannical and tyrannical person just looked at Ji Yuan and exchanged a few words.

After being illuminated by the Buddha's light of the incense and fire stupa, he put down the butcher's knife and completely converted.

Such a method of distorting the nature and tampering with the true self is simply unimaginable.

"Dingyang Hou Guoxuan is your adoptive father, Dong Jingtang, you suddenly said that you want to change your family and join Beizhen Fusi's sect, how can I believe you?"

Ji Yuan was not in a hurry to activate the incense and fire pagoda, he had already mapped Dong Jingtang with the map of the emperor's way of heaven, so he knew a little bit about the foundation.

Not only did this person stay in the spirit of Ye Ting, but also the blood of He Miyi's family flowed in his body.

Mu Ruhan, who is known as the king outside the pass, and Dingyang Hou Guoxuan, all have backing hands on him.

If you really use Buddha's light to transform it, it may not be able to achieve good results.

"Jing Tang wandered half his life, and never met the Ming Lord.

Now when I see Mr. Ji, I feel that it is destiny.

If Mr. Ji doesn't dislike it, Jing Tang is willing to worship you as his righteous brother!

As the saying goes, an older brother is like a father, and you can only follow the lead in everything, Mr. Ji! "

Dong Jingtang's words were sincere, as if every sentence came from the heart.

"Everyone in Liaodong knows that you, Dong Jingtang, are the loyal dog of Dingyang Hou's house guard and guard. If you join me, won't you be scolded by everyone?"

Ji Yuan asked jokingly.

"A few rumors are worth paying attention to.

Compared to these, Jing Tang wants to be on the saddle and serve the adults. "

Dong Jingtang held his head high and held his chest high, as if he was willing to endure humiliation and bear the burden of righteousness.

"It's a man who can bend and stretch. However, Beizhen Fusi under my command will not accept a wolfhound like you who is good at attacking the weak and wagging the tail of the strong."

Ji Yuan shook his head and smiled, but he didn't activate the incense stupa to save it.

Save it for now and make a bait.

He casually opened the prison where Pang Jun was imprisoned, then paced away and walked away.

The Liaodong general came out with his head bowed, put his hands together in front of his chest, and smiled kindly at Dong Jingtang:
"Almsgiver, I hope you will turn your back on the shore as soon as possible, get rid of the sea of ​​suffering, and take refuge in my lord."

……

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Yingtianfu, Caishiji.

Da Jiangdong went to the waves to find everything!
In the blink of an eye, the year of Jiazi!
The precipitous place that was once a battleground for military strategists has become a place to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

The Qingyun Tower with triple eaves is home to many scholars, literati, wealthy businessmen.

Exchange cups with friends, talk about the world, it's so lively.

This place was originally built lavishly, with the hall on the first floor, the building on the second floor, and the pavilion on the third floor.

The front and back are divided into two courtyards, and the bottom is built with smooth and flat bluestone.

The flying eaves are inlaid with gold edges, and the roof of Xieshan is covered with yellow glazed tiles.

When the sun shines at noon, the colorful light is shining and dazzling.

Climb to the top of the three-story pavilion and lean on the railing to look far away, you can see a Wanzhuwu with rich greenery and a few scattered thatched cottages.

It is called "Jiangshang Thatched Cottage" by the people of Yingtianfu, and it is the elegant residence of the elders of the Chinese altar in the city.

"Caishiji, a decisive battle to determine the fate of the Dingjing Dynasty and the general trend of Bai Zhongqi."

A tall man in a linen robe and a golden mask climbed up to the top of the three-story pavilion as if no one else was around.

The men and servants guarding the stairway turned a blind eye as if they were blind, and they were still chatting and chatting about interesting things.

"Even in the past 60 years, if you look at it now, the majestic water transportation is also mixed with the bright red blood that cannot be washed away.

It can be seen how fierce the battle was! "

The man in the hemp robe covered his face with a golden mask, and his voice was deep and deep, as if he was nostalgic.

Behind him, stood an even weirder young man silently.

Wearing a Buddhist cassock, wearing a lotus crown, and carrying a large bookcase made of bamboo strips.

This kind of dress is placed in Yingtian Mansion, which is rich in culture and conservative.

Most of them will be scolded by those old Confucian scholars for "subduing demons"!
It's a pity that Qingyun went upstairs and downstairs.

Whether it's a guest or a servant.

They were all indifferent to it, as if they didn't see it.

"There are so many heroes in ancient and modern times, but they are just a wave in the long river of time.

Right and wrong success or failure turned his head empty, just like looking at Bai Zhongqi at this time, the momentum of this Jing Chao sage is at the height of the sky, overwhelming the world.

But go back 60 years, before the Battle of Caishiji, there was only one leader of the Red Turban Rebel Army, and it didn't show a bit of a real dragon.

On the contrary, Chen Hongji, the leader of the southern waterway, has more than a hundred warships and many tigers and wolves under his command!

Standing in Yingtian Mansion, gaining the benefits of mountains and rivers, taking advantage of the power of rivers and lakes, it is as solid as gold!
The final outcome was unexpected..."

The young man in cassock and Taoist crown paused for a while, but did not continue.

"Bai Zhongqi competed in Xuanzhou and won the Divine Artifact of Sheji, half of it was due to the Four Gods, and the other half was due to God's will.

Before he changed his name, he was called 'Bai Chongba' because he was the fourth in his family and the eighth in his clan.

Innately got a moderate fortune. "

The man in hemp robe pressed down on the railing, his eyes reflected a majestic dragon formed by the convergence of majestic water transport.

Cooperating with the foothills of Qingluo Mountain in Yingtianfu, the flow of Fengshui can be called majestic and magnificent, unique through the ages.

"Dare to ask the leader, what can you say?"

The young man who had always boasted of being knowledgeable asked clasped his hands.

"Before the ancient calamity, all the saints gathered at the upper reaches of the long river of time, and had a meeting unknown to the gods.

After that, [Haotian] left the throne, [World Honored One] came out of Lingshan, [Moral] did not appear in the world, [Hao Ran] fell into Xuande and so on.

It is said that they plan to repeat the original primordial primacy without disasters and calamities in a long period of ten kalpas.

In every calamity, there will always be something that emerges as the times require, and it is also a variable in the way of heaven that emerges in response to the calamity.

This is a kind of 'secret secret', mysterious and mysterious, it can't be done accurately, but it hides the mystery of the ups and downs of luck.

The white heavy weapon occupies an 'eight', which is most likely a variable at the end of the eight kalpas. "

The man in the hemp robe turned around, looked at the young man in cassock and Taoist crown, and said with a smile:
"This secret, the century-old economy that you carry on your back, should also know.

Only [-] Yinshou can be exchanged for solving doubts. "

The young man's heart trembled, he showed a bitter smile and said:
"Shen Xiao may not be able to bear it."

The man in the hemp robe returned to the third-floor pavilion, randomly chose a square table to sit down, and said lightly:
"Just here, wait for that guy Nalan Jie to come over."

The young man called "Jiang Shenxiao" frowned slightly, and asked softly:

"Tian Yunzi was really robbed?"

The eyebrows of the hemp-robed man known as the "Leader" twitched, and his eyes as deep as the void flickered.

After a while, he shook his head and said:
"It's neither life nor death, it's like being dead and alive again.

Qingbao Tianzun once mentioned to me that Tianyunzi's luck is too strong, once he encounters a nemesis who is better than him.

It will definitely be bad luck for half a lifetime. "

　ps: I couldn't resist watching the finals of the civil war, and I kowtowed to the reader to admit my mistake, and there will be two updates tomorrow~
　
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