My wife is the sect leader

Even if the gods in the sky die, is there a reason for their resurrection?

Simply ridiculous!

At this moment, Xiha Buddha is more like a religious fanatic than an eminent monk with profound Dharma.

And what is the relationship between the blood of the Suppressing Evil Sword and the white bones? Why are the two throbbing so much?

Could it be that the blood of the Suppressing Evil Sword is the blood of the Buddha, but how could the blood of the Buddha be on the Suppressing Evil Sword?

If it is true as what the Buddha said, is it true that a master of a great master will be resurrected from the dead?

Suddenly, a bloody light appeared in the eyes of the Buddha's remains, and several corpses beside him began to move.

An Jing quickly asked, "How did these corpses move?"

Xiha Buddha shouted: "These corpses must have had huge obsessions during their lifetime, and then the obsessions were infected by the poisonous gas here, and they may have preserved incomplete sanity. Let's suppress it first."

While the Xiha Buddha was speaking, the clothes all over his body were blown out without wind, and a big golden Buddha appeared behind him, suppressing a corpse in the middle.

Bang!

This palm weighed more than a thousand jun, and directly pressed the remains of the Buddha into the ground.

The next moment, the remains of the Buddha rushed out again, directly sweeping away the golden light from Xiha Buddha's body.

An Jing restrained his true energy, raised the Dulu sword in his hand, and slashed fiercely at the neck of another corpse like lightning.

This sword was too sharp and domineering, and it forced the corpse to fly out and slammed into the wall.

But these corpses are extremely hard, as if they had a huge obsession in life, and the suppressed corpse rushed over again.

An Jing held up the Dulu sword with his right hand, and waves of true energy poured into the blade. The strong sword force made the surrounding air flow rotate at high speed and rush endlessly.

cut!

A sword was struck, and the thick and thick sword energy was like a huge scissors, cutting the air, and accurately hitting the corpse from the chest to the neck area.

puff!

The corpse's chest was pulled out with deep sword marks that could reach the bone, and the hard body suddenly lifted off the ground and smashed heavily on a stone pillar.

The stone pillar collapsed, and the body of the corpse was crushed under the boulder.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding poisonous insects swarmed over and drowned the corpse in an instant.

In a few breaths and blinks, the corpse completely disappeared.

Although these corpses were extremely hard, they only retained a trace of obsession. They were not the opponents of An Jing and Xiha Buddha at all.

"Finally I got my Buddhist sacred object, and the revival of Buddhism is hopeful."

Xiha Buddha looked at this scene excitedly, with an extremely excited expression, then picked up the Buddha's remains and said, "Quick, let's leave here first."

"it is good."

An Jing also felt that this place was quite strange, the Great Zhou Tianxing body training art in his body was activated, and the Dulu sword in his hand emerged with a supreme cold.

"Puff puff!"

The Dulu sword swept across, and there was only blood left in front of him.

For some reason, the poisonous insects that were surging around all retreated one after another, not daring to get any closer.

A wide road appeared ahead.

"Could it be because of the remains of the Buddha held by the Hip-Hop Buddha?"

Seeing this scene, An Jing secretly guessed in his heart.

Just now these poisonous insects were still rushing desperately, but now they seem to be very scared, which is somewhat strange, and the only change is the remains of the Buddha in Xiha Buddha's arms.

And the two walked forward, and after about a few hundred steps, they could see the dazzling light.

Sunlight!

An Jing knew that there must be a way out ahead.

Xiha Buddha also suppressed the excitement in his heart, but he couldn't suppress the excited light in his eyes.

It was time to walk forward for another stick of incense, and the two finally walked out.

The wind and sand are sweeping, the sun is dazzling, and there is an endless desert all around.

"call!"

Feeling the sunshine, An Jing couldn't help but took a deep breath.

After walking out of the desert, Xiha Buddha held the remains with one hand, and performed a Buddhist salute to An Jing with one hand, saying: "Almsgiver, Buddhist holy relics are related to the safety of the world, so the poor monk will take his leave first."

As he spoke, without waiting for An Jing to speak, Xiha Buddha hurriedly carried the remains and left, disappearing into the wind and sand.

An Jing looked at the disappearing figure, and his doubts deepened.

I always feel that Hip-Hop Buddha is a bit weird inside and out.

.......

Chapter 297 Ghost Swordsman Shocks the Pure Land

Jade Capital City, Baiting Manor.

In the afternoon of February, there is no more turmoil in the rivers and lakes and temples here.

There was only a dead silence.

The whole country of Yan knew that the second prince, Zhao Mengtai, had colluded with Hou Jin, assassinated the prince, and intended to rebel. In an instant, the second prince and his party were scattered like a tree falling down. Misunderstanding' and being implicated with it, suffered a catastrophe.

Only Zhao Xuening wanted to visit several times during the period, but was 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 there were no three or five servants inside or outside.

"In the end, I can only talk to you about many things in my heart."

Zhao Mengtai sat in the Chaoyang hall, looking at the canary he had raised for many years, and said something worthwhile.

He was still dressed in gorgeous clothes, and his jet-black hair was neatly combed in a bun on the top of his head, which was covered in an exquisite white jade hair crown, and light green silk crown belts hung from both sides of the jade crown.

Compared to Zhao Mengtai's calmness, the women's expressions were sad. They had been crying for the past few days, and their eyes were very red and swollen.

They know very well what is waiting for them.

In fact, death is not terrible.

Waiting to die is the scariest thing.

Standing beside his mother, Zhao Yunfan's big eyes also lost the joy of the past, and now they became a little dazed and curious.

After a long time, he summoned up his courage and said, "Father, what are you talking to this little bird?"

Zhao Mengtai smiled lightly, "I'll tell it a story."

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

"Yunfan."

Zhao Yunfan's mother shouted.

"Okay, then father will tell you."

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

Zhao Yunfan couldn't help asking: "Is the story just this winter?"

"Yes, just this winter."

Zhao Mengtai touched Zhao Yunfan's head, and said with confusion in his eyes: "The heavy snow is flying, covered in silver, and it fell three feet deep overnight. At dawn the next day, a snowman appeared in the snow. .”

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

Zhao Yunfan was puzzled, "Snowman still afraid of the cold?"

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

Zhao Yunfan said: "Winter is already very cold, only summer can 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 will warm up and there will be no cold. "

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

Will the snowman be afraid of the cold?

Summer is here, won't the snowman disappear?

Zhao Mengtai didn't speak, but Zhao Zhiwu often told him this story when he was a child.

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

Now I think about it often.

"Your Highness, the prince has arrived."

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

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

"Take him to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

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

"Yes."

The old servant nodded and retreated.

Zhao Yunfan blinked his big eyes, "Father, when did I get angry with you, didn't you say that I was your pistachio?"

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

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

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

Not long after, footsteps came from outside the hall.

Following the voice, Zhao Chongyin walked in with a blank face, and there was no one around him, not to mention the guards, even the five qi masters who used to be close to him were not by his side.

The two brothers met again, but neither spoke.

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

This Hall of Mental Cultivation is not only like the Golden Luan Hall, but even the chairs are very similar. At the 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, it's time to wake up from your emperor's dream."

Zhao Mengtai said to himself: "Why don't you enter another dream after waking up?"

Zhao Chongyin took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, and with a wave of his sleeve, the porcelain bottle fell steadily in front of Zhao Mengtai.

"This is Qidu Jueming San. After taking it, within a stick of incense, your heart veins will be severed, allowing you to leave without any pain."

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

Zhao Chongyin looked at this brother who had always wanted to put himself to death, "Shouldn't it be?"

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

Zhao Chongyin said: "Lao Qi is in the realm of a grand master, your aptitude is higher than him, and you work harder than him, your cultivation is definitely not low."

Zhao Mengtai is very similar to Zhao Zhiwu. His martial arts qualifications are naturally very good. Under the training of the royal family, he is a first-class master, but with his identity, he rarely makes shots.

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

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

Zhao Chongyin said calmly: "Why don't you dare?"

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

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

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

Zhao Chongyin 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?"