Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 34 34. I sit in the snow, holding flowers and smiling

The next day.

In a mansion in the imperial capital.

The academician twisted his beard and smiled: "Last night, Grandpa Mei came to report the news. His Highness Seven really left the East Gate this morning and went to the direction of Leiyin Temple on Mount Xumi. It takes three days to go. This highness really has no friends, embarrassed on all sides, and lie in wait on all sides."

"Who will let him tolerate this, the plot is very big, and it is normal for everyone to betray their relatives, then I will do something when I just borrow him to leave."

"No need." The bachelor smiled. "He can't come back."

After thinking about it, the academician added, "Even if he comes back, the emperor's vanguard general who used to stabilize the imperial city will also arrive. What can he do with his own power? Besides, there are nine princesses, and he can kill him. It's not like the nine princesses can kill you, hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"A movement is worse than a silence, and a tight is worse than a loose. Anyway, the overall situation is settled."

"Master He is still clever, hahaha."

With the wind and snow in the sky, Xia Ji took the relics of the sad sky and dressed in black plain clothes, riding his horse out of the east gate of the imperial city, and went straight to the direction of Mount Xumi.

It was almost noon when he arrived at Leiyin Temple.

I dusted the falling snow on my clothes and hiked up to the fifth peak of Mount Xumi.

There are no pilgrims at the gate of Leiyin Temple.

Xia Ji directly raised her voice with luck.

"Xia Ji, the seventh prince of Dashang, come to worship the mountain by appointment and read books!!"

The energetic voice pierced through the wind and snow, enveloped the entire Leiyin Temple, and then rolled around, entering the ears of every monk in the temple clearly.

After a while, the Zen gate opened, and two novice monks stood on both sides, looking at the seven princes with unkind expressions. The prince killed Beikong and ruined Wenkong's Zen heart. How could they have any kindness?

Seeing the door opened, Xia Ji walked in directly, and the two novices hurried to close the door.

Snapped.

The door was closed tightly, isolating the world inside and outside.

Leiyin Temple.

The abbot was wrapped in a robe and holding a meditation stick, standing in front of the Daxiong Hall, behind the golden Buddha with kind eyebrows, overlooking the young prince walking step by step at the entrance.

"Amitabha Buddha, your highness killed my senior brother Beikong, and ruined my junior brother Wenkong, how can I return here?"

"I have an appointment with Wenkong. If I win, I will borrow "Treasures of the Tathagata" to me. If I lose, the stick and prayer beads relics will be returned to him. He lost, so I came as promised.

As for sorrow and emptiness, if he had no major karma, he would never die. "

"I'm just about to ask Your Highness, where did His Highness's magical artifacts come from?"

"What does this have to do with the abbot?"

"I heard that His Royal Highness used a magical instrument to turn into the hand of a golden Buddha, and this golden Buddha's hand is a middle-grade magical tool that I have recorded in Leiyin Temple, but it has been lost for a long time. Lao Na is just curious about why His Royal Highness has it."

"Do you want to grab it?"

"Amitabha, if your Highness is reluctant to say it, Lao Na will not force it.

Originally, Lao Na was also going to exchange the secret storage for Senior Brother Kongbei's relics. Now that the temple is down, then, Yuanzhi, you can take the temple to the Jingang Pavilion to watch the secret storage. "

"Yes, Abbot." The little novice hurriedly responded, "Your Highness, please follow me."

Xia Ji raised his hand and threw the sad and empty rosary stick relic.

The abbot took it and said "goodness".

The little novice led the way, and Xia Ji followed him to the depths of the temple.

Walked through a heavy door.

Double doors.

The snow flow was diffuse and faintly faint. After a while, Xia Ji's mysterious clothes was stained with a lot of white, but his body was full of true energy, and many of the white snows bounced off automatically just after they fell.

Behind the triple gate, the little novice monk pointed to a small attic in the distance and said, "Your Highness, this is it."

Xia Ji raised his head and glanced at the words "Cangjing Pavilion", nodded slightly, then opened the door and walked into the attic, but when he entered the attic, he frowned. There were many bookshelves in the dark, but even without lighting the lights , He can also tell one thing:

There is not a single book on the shelf, it is all empty!

And at the same moment he stepped into the attic, the ground was already lit up.

A huge golden **** emerged from the ground, and his foot happened to be in the center of the swastika.

This **** is extremely huge, each arm wheel is nearly a hundred meters long, slowly rotating, illuminating the entire attic, and even the snow outside the attic, making the Leiyin Temple on the fifth peak of Mount Xumi shine brightly and brilliantly. Mang broke into the night night.

At the same time, a strong sense of restraint came, and Xia Chi lowered his eyebrows to see that the Sanskrit chains between them had emerged from the ground for some time, entwining his body, making him unable to move.

"I didn't come uninvited, but I followed the agreement. Is this how Leiyin Temple treats guests?"

With a calm geological question, nine rounds of scorching sun appeared in Xia Ji's body, and immediately hung in the air on the nine days, and merged into one, turning into a hot energy after the collision of stars, circled in layers, and swept around frantically. .

All the bookshelves, coffee tables, and wooden pillars are all in this vast force, shattered and fleeing away crazy!

Boom boom boom!

Boom! ! !

In the sound of the explosion, the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, which was empty of a book, was completely exploded by his energy, and collapsed into ruins.

But even with such a powerful zhenqi energy, it has never loosened the chain that was bound to him.

Obviously, this is not a bound body.

Xia Ji didn't plan to use this to untie his restraints, he just wanted to see the surroundings clearly.

Now, without the shelter of the house, everything is clear. I saw four old monks sitting on the edge of the swastika, and the old monks were sitting on many monks.

All the monks lowered their eyebrows, held the wooden fish in their hands, and chanted the Buddhist scriptures. Many chanting sounds of the wooden fish turned into golden dust and moved towards the golden **** in the ground.

"His Royal Highness, it's useless, just stay on my Mount Xumi for a while."

The abbot came slowly holding the stick, stood in the distance looking at the prince **** in the center, smiled, then bowed with one hand and said "Amitabha Buddha".

Xia Ji said, "This is the profound formation?"

The abbot said: "His Royal Highness actually recognized it, yes, this is my Leiyin Temple's Demon Suppressing Array. Once I enter it, I can no longer help it. Then, my Highness can tell the old man clearly now, where did His Highness come from? This is what I belonged to Leiyin Temple.

Flying snow flutters.

On the black mountain top, there are many ancient temples.

In the center of the golden light, the young prince was restrained. There was no anger or hatred between his brows, only peace.

He asked indifferently: "I just went down to Mount Xumi, so you will pass the sentence to the palace. Today I came to Xumi as promised, but you faced me in this big battle. Why?"

The abbot faintly said: "His Royal Highness is a dead person. He deserves to die on the wall. The royal family fought the wall. The whole country was indignant. Then naturally, the brothers of His Highness avenged his Highness, reorganized the mountains and rivers, and regained the capital.

However, His Highness walked against the sky and actually resisted the invasion of the ghost, which is really regrettable. Lao Na is just trying to set things right at this time. "

Xia Ji said: "The monk didn't help defend the city, and didn't help fight the alien race, but instead blamed me for defending the city?"

Abbot: "One drink and one peck are destiny. This is the emperor's catastrophe. Whether it is Lao Na or the superintendent of Tiansi, it has been completely determined. This is both a catastrophe and a great prosperity. The destiny is so, no one can violate it. After this catastrophe, Dashang will usher in unprecedented glory in the hands of Xinjun, and repelling the ghost is just the beginning!

However, His Highness the Seventh disrupted everything.

Therefore, Lao Na is not without mercy, but with great compassion. His Royal Highness thought that he had kept the city, but he blocked this opportunity for great prosperity. "

Xia Ji looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "So, shouldn't I hold the city? Should I let the foreign race slaughter the imperial city?

I shouldn't live, but should die in the city? "

Abbot: "The massacre in His Highness's eyes is the new life in Lao Na's eyes. The birth and death of reincarnation, can there be new life if it is not destroyed?"

Xia Ji let out a sigh of relief, and the monk in front of him revealed an important message.

He said, "Whether it's Lao Na or Jian Tiansi's Da Si Ming and Xiao Si Ming, they have been completely determined. This is both a catastrophe and a great Xing. The destiny is like this. No one can violate the destiny." There is too much in this sentence. Too many things.

He even began to suspect that the evacuation of the emperor, and even the death of the prince and one hundred thousand soldiers at Fenglangguan, were far from simple.

Xia Jidao: "Then I will ask one last question. I don't know who the abbot is about to bring unprecedented glory to Dashang?"

The abbot said: "His Royal Highness will see it. After all, he only allowed Lao Na to imprison His Highness, and he never let Lao Na kill His Highness. Now His Highness should talk about it, where did you come from?"

Xia Ji raised his head and looked at the sky, "Does the abbot know how Leiyin Temple's magical instruments were produced?"

The abbot said: "It is the many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the ancient Daleiyin Temple, refined with great wisdom and perseverance."

Xia Jidao: "Then do you know what great wisdom and great perseverance are?"

The abbot said calmly: "I don't know, Lao Na is not a Buddha or Bodhisattva after all."

As soon as his voice fell, Xia Ji suddenly said, "Then I will teach you."

These four characters are extremely calm, but they are as magnificent as the Arhat in the palace of the clouds ringing in the ears of the monks.

The abbot showed a shocked face and took two steps back. The seventh prince in front of him was completely different from before. His thumb and index finger were twisted together and fixed like a green mountain. The rest of the fingers were naturally like clouds in the sky. Pinched a handprint like saying.

"Listen to me."

The sound is like thunder, thundering through the snowy night.

The lingering sound faded, Xia Ji’s whole body Zen like a twelfth-grade lotus blooming, vast and vast, as if the river and the sea flooded the surrounding area for several miles.

The wind and snow felt his heart, and became quietly falling;

Hundreds of Buddha statues in the ancient temple felt his heart, and they buzzed;

Feeling his heart, the little beast in the snow protruded his head from the cave and folded his claws to look at the mountain top.

A phantom golden Buddha appeared from behind the prince.

The Buddha's feet are placed on top of two feet, with feet facing the sky, sitting in meditation, pinching the sayings with his hands, closing his eyes, and gaining enlightenment by the truthful way. It looks like a deep sleep, but gives people a sense of extreme peace and harmony.

On the four big arms of the huge golden swastika, the old monks and monks are still chanting, but the sound of chanting is getting faster and faster, and the brows are getting tighter.

The Sanskrit chains are tightly wound, but the winding ground is no longer the Seventh Prince of the Great Shang, but actually the Tathagata.

The abbot’s calm face was shocked, and there was a great fear in his heart. He wanted to point at the person in front of him and yell "the evil spirit outside the way", but he did not dare, because the real intention of the Tathagata was right in front of him, and the Buddha was right there. In front of me, how to drink?

In the wind and snow.

Xia Ji sat cross-legged, he was the Tathagata, the Tathagata was him, he closed his eyes, and the Tathagata closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the Tathagata stretched out his hand and picked one from the snow in the sky, leaning to his nose, the closed pupils opened a line slightly, and suddenly, the Buddha smiled.

Smiling with flowers.

The mighty and vast spirit spread out, and poured into all the monks along these Sanskrit chains that entangled him.

And these many monks sitting on the golden **** couldn't directly bear this vast spirit. In an instant, the spirits and spirits burned to the peak, and quickly became decadent. After a few breaths, they all had white eyebrows, wrinkled skin, and old age. Unbearable, Shuangtong was horrified.

The swastika's rotation became slower and slower, and then it shattered, and the chain was also shattered.

Xia Ji Yinian removed the Tathagata phantom, looked at the abbot who was already kneeling on the ground in shock, scanned the surrounding monks with white eyebrows for a moment, and asked faintly: "Understand?

(End of this chapter)