The founder of all religions

For several days, Li Mo was practicing in Hongmen Prison with the help of Gu Jingting.

Comparing with such a strong person was of great help to him. It was better than practicing behind closed doors, practicing thousands of miles day by day, as if a heavenly being had an epiphany.

Li Mo's path has become clearer, and his Taoism has become more powerful. All the great mystical arts have been integrated and integrated, and they have shed their original traces and given birth to new mysteries.

"Kid, what kind of existence are you?"

On this day, Gu Jingting expressed the doubts he had suppressed in his heart.

These days, through observation, he found Li Mo more and more incredible.

As the son of Li Chuyi, he has the blood of Li Zu, but he has never shown the power of that clan. He is ordinary and no different from ordinary people.

However, the path Li Mo took was unbelievable. All the laws blended together and gave birth to heresy...

Even the previous generation of Demon City Lord found it a bit difficult to understand.

"It still lacks heat..."

The void floated behind Li Mo, and there was a faint mysterious light in his body, as if there was a mass of air rising and falling, emitting terrible fluctuations.

"The Dharma body is once completed, without beginning or end, without birth or destruction, endless and immeasurable, without distinction between two minds, without the cycle of life and death, and beyond all paths, seizes the treasures of creation..."

At this moment, Gu Jingting gave a revelation.

"The Dharmakaya you have cultivated is different. It seems to be beyond the self, yet it is formed within the skin..."

There was a hint of doubt in Gu Jingting's eyes.

The way of Dharmakaya is the most mysterious one among all the laws in the world.

At that time, Han Qi also studied this method and believed that it was another self condensed from the original body. It was born with supreme magical powers and possessed all kinds of methods.

But the path Li Mo takes seems to be a little different. Condensing the self within the self is not a new creation, but detachment...

It's even a bit like reincarnation...or a projection into the future...mysterious and mysterious.

"In the Xuantian Pavilion, the one who is most proficient in this art is the Monk King, one of the [Xuantian Seven Arts]." Gu Jingting suddenly said.

"Monk King!?"

Li Mo's eyes darkened slightly, he did not have a good impression of this great master.

When the monk king was young, he once visited Luofu Mountain and used his power to overwhelm others, hoping to see the elegance of the black sword.

At that time, the Black Nether Sword Demon was also plotted by the Monk King, and his path to enlightenment was cut off. He was imprisoned in the North Pole Tower and never saw the light of day, and finally died of hatred.

"The Monk King has trained more than one Dharmakaya..."

Gu Jingting lowered his voice and said.

The Xuantian Qijue is the Xuantian Pavilion, which is the highest combat power of the Daqian State Religion. It has killed countless masters of the Return to the Ruins in recent years.

Therefore, Gui Xu regards the [Xuan Tian Qi Jue] as his close enemy and knows more or less about these seven powerful men.

"It seems that senior knows the Monk King very well..." Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

He is also quite curious about the [Xuan Tian Qi Jue]. You must know that they are seven enlightened beings, a supreme existence comparable to the [Eight Great Demons and Immortals in the World].

"I have been imprisoned here for many years. The monk king should be much more powerful now than he was then." Gu Jingting's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of weakness and sadness.

Twenty years ago, a fire hit the capital and changed the fate of many people.

As a result, he became a prisoner.

At that time, the monk king already had the awe-inspiring spirit of Buddhism. Twenty years have passed, how could this one of the best in the world not make progress? ?

"As far as I know, the most powerful dharma body of the Monk King is enshrined in the [Tianchan Hall] of Xuantian Pavilion."

Xuantian Qijue each has its own dojo.

The Butcher’s dojo is called [Charity Hall], the Soldier King’s dojo is called [Hidden Soldier Hall], Yuansheng’s dojo is [Yiyuan Hall]…

The monk king's dojo is the [Tianzen Hall].

"It is a golden body, like a stone statue of Buddha. It is enshrined by the king of monks in the [Tianzen Hall]. Every day, eminent monks recite sutras and burn incense to worship..."

"It is said that this golden body is the strongest power of the Monk King. He has never left the Tianchan Palace since the fire in the capital."

"No wonder you can see the smoke and fire over there at [Tianchan Hall] every day."

Li Mo showed a look of surprise.

The incense in Tianchan Hall is always strong and everlasting, and the fragrance can be smelled across two streets.

Therefore, many people kowtow in the direction of Tianchan Hall outside the Xuantian Hall wall every day.

That wall has been burned by incense all year round and is scorched black, but it is called the [Pilgrimage Wall]. Over time, it has become a major scenic spot in the capital.

At the end of each year, the Xuantian Pavilion would surround it and collect admission fees.

"The monk king refined more than one dharma body. Some people say that there are three in total. If they can all enter the realm of enlightenment and merge the three bodies into one, they can reach the realm of the Shen Sect..."

"I am the only one in heaven and on earth!"

"Monk still wants to be competitive!?" Li Mo couldn't help but sneered.

Gu Jingting's eyes narrowed slightly, he took a deep look at Li Mo, grinned and said: "If you really want to create this way... you can ask him for advice..."

"With your qualifications and potential...even Xuantian Qijue will not be stingy with your advice."

"Forget it."

Li Mo shook his head. These days he has been refining various Dharmas and has gained a lot of insights. There is a difference between the path he is following and the real Dharmakaya.

Even if the monk king really gives guidance, he may not be able to gain anything.

What's more, Li Mo didn't want to ask the monk king from the bottom of his heart.

Thinking of this, Li Mo stood up and prepared to leave.

"Kid, you've hit a bottleneck..."

Gu Jingting's voice came from behind, with a hint of ridicule.

"There are many opportunities in this world. Since you have encountered a bottleneck, just let it go. I am not in a hurry..."

Li Mo whispered casually, took two steps, stopped again, and turned around.

"Senior, you have worked hard these days."

As he spoke, Li Mo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and immediately walked out of the dark prison without looking back.

"Kid...it's a good thing I didn't awaken Li's bloodline, otherwise I might have made you..."

"But it's strange... he is of Li Zu's blood, how can he be of mortal blood?"

"Is there something wrong with that clan's bloodline? Or maybe Black Sword has tampered with it!?"

In the dim prison, the murmurs of the previous Lord of the Demon City echoed, but in the end they were like pebbles dropped into a deep pool, causing ripples, gradually returning to calm, and dissipated.

…

After walking out of the prison, Li Mo let out a long breath. The bright sunshine reflected on his face, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

"The way of practice is to relax...and not to be too tight."

These days, Li Mo has made great progress. Now that he has encountered peace, he can simply relax. When the opportunity comes, everything will be solved.

"grown ups……"

At this moment, a familiar voice came towards him, pulling Li Mo back from his thoughts.

"Xiao Chen..."

Li Mo looked up and saw Chen Tiejia walking over behind Chen Wangdu.

"Where have you been these days?"

Li Mo asked casually that since the trip to Hushan, Chen Tiejia had rarely shown up. He had asked before and said that he had asked for leave.

"I'm ashamed to say it, the girls in the capital are so annoying."

Chen Tiejia smiled awkwardly: "It's only been a few days, but I'm already so broke."

"Xiao Chen, how long have you been in Beijing and you already know this girl? Where are you from?"

"From Fireworks Alley."

"this……"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Chen Wangdu.

"It's a money-burning place over there." Chen Wangdu reminded.

"It's true. I spent all the money I brought to Beijing and borrowed a lot..."

Chen Tiejia spread his hands, feeling helpless.

Life in Beijing was indeed not easy. He thought he could just bow to life, but who would have thought that life would make him kneel down.

"It's better not to go to that kind of place." Li Mo muttered in his heart. He had never been there himself.

"The girl is so enthusiastic that she can't bear it."

Chen Tiejia smiled slightly, looking like he was enjoying it.

"Haha, Xiao Chen, where are you? You will know how difficult it is to be a man when you get married."

Chen Wangdu couldn't help laughing and patted Chen Tiejia on the back.

"How do you say this?" Chen Tiejia couldn't help but ask.

"Men, sometimes when you're full after eating out, you have to pretend you haven't eaten when you get home and take a few more bites."

Chen Wangdu grinned, his face full of ambiguity, and spoke a philosophy of life meaningfully.

"Um!?"

Chen Tiejia was slightly startled, looking thoughtful.

When Chen Wangdu saw this, he just smiled without explaining. He immediately looked at Li Mo and whispered: "Sir..."

"What's up?"

"The ninth day of September is Xuantian's Christmas. The imperial court has just issued a decree that a general amnesty will be held soon." Chen Wangdu reported respectfully.

"Amnesty to the world!?"

Li Mo nodded. The country usually provides amnesty in any year of great joy or disaster.

Xuantian's Christmas is indeed a happy event for Daqian, but I don't know if Master Ji is on the list of amnesty.

It stands to reason that every time there is a general amnesty for the whole country, the states and governments draw up a list and submit it to the central government. After approval by the ministries and cabinets, the list is finally decided upon by the emperor.

Some crimes cannot be pardoned, such as those related to ethics and treason.

Master Ji was imprisoned because of his involvement in Yulongtai, but he was the prince of Zhennan and had a special status... He was only imprisoned for three years...

"I'll have to ask Lao Feng later..." Li Mo thought to himself.

This amnesty is a rare opportunity. Maybe Master Ji can be released early.

However, Feng Wannian had just come out of seclusion these days and was busy with Xuanmen affairs, so he rarely showed up.

"I understand, please pay attention to this matter, especially the court's relevant regulations on amnesty..." Li Mo warned.

He was still very relieved when Chen Wangdu was doing things.

"Don't worry, sir. Although there is a general amnesty for the whole country, I estimate that it will take a month to reach a conclusion."

Chen Wangdu nodded. He also knew that Li Mo cared about the Prince of Zhennan, so he came to report the news as soon as possible.

"Old Ji, you are the only one in your family who is in prison. The emperor will not let you out."

Li Mo murmured softly, thoughtfully.

…

Late at night.

The restaurants and shops on both sides of Dongfang Street have closed down one after another. There are only two or three stalls at the corner that have not been closed yet.

Li Mo wandered around and came to [Wang Ji Noodle Stall]. This is a time-honored restaurant. I heard that the stall owner has been buying noodles here for thirty years. The taste is first-class, especially the toppings.

The small stall has more than 20 kinds of toppings. Li Mo especially likes the scallion oil and shredded eel noodles... The fragrant scallion oil is poured on the braised eel shreds, and a poached egg is served... It's amazing...

No regrets in this life!

After work every day, he likes to have a bowl of noodles.

"Master Xiao Li, is it still the same as before?"

After coming here so many times, the old Wangtou here already knows Li Mo.

"Old Wangtou, what makes you so happy today?" Li Mo nodded and said casually.

"Hey, the imperial court is granting amnesty to the whole world, and my son will be released soon."

Lao Wangtou is in a good mood, and the eels are much better today.

His son committed adultery in his early years and was sentenced to twelve years. He would be released in half a year. The imperial court granted a general amnesty, and he could be released a few months earlier.

"Then it's a shame for your son..." Li Mo couldn't help but said.

"In this way, the crime of murder and arson is actually a good deal."

At this moment, an old voice came from the side.

Li Mo looked sideways and realized that besides him, there was an old man sitting at the table next to him. He was thin, with almost white beard and hair mixed with a few strands of black silk. He seemed to be older than Uncle Ma. Some, but he was in good spirits, especially his eyes, which were shining brightly.

"The old man was joking."

Li Mo couldn't help but take a second look at the old man. He was dressed simply and just ordered a bowl of plain noodles. Behind him stood an old slave, his head lowered, as if he was indifferent to everything outside.

"The young man has a good face... should he study or inherit the family?"

The old man put down his chopsticks, but his deep eyes swept over Li Mo's body. The old slave next to him seemed to have eyes on his head and hurriedly handed over the handkerchief.

"Working around the public house to earn a living is not as good as reading books from sages." Li Mo said casually.

"I work as a farmer in the morning, I ascend to the emperor's hall in the evening, and all the nobles in the court are scholars..." The old man whispered softly: "How many scholars are poor at reading the classics, just for the sake of fame and fortune..."

"Young people don't rely on their ancestors to join the public family... I think your parents will be very happy..." the old man said casually.

"How did the old gentleman know that he was not relying on Zuyin?" Li Mo asked with a smile.

"I know how to read faces." The old man chatted casually.

"I have no parents..." Li Mo said lightly: "Can you see this?"

The old man pondered for a moment, looked at Li Mo again, and then said: "Eat the noodles while they are hot."

"Um."

Li Mo nodded and started to enjoy the eel noodles before getting up. He devoured it and drank all the soup in the bowl.

"Eat and drink enough."

Li Mo put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked up, only to realize that the old man next to him was looking at him, but the plain noodles on the table had only moved a mouthful.

"Old sir, I'm leaving first."

Li Mo said hello casually, and seeing that the other party just nodded without responding, he stood up and left.

Under the dim moonlight, the old man's eyes were deep as he watched Li Mo's figure gradually disappear on the cold street.

At this moment, the old slave behind him suddenly came forward, bowed his body, and made a sharp and long sound.

"Your Majesty, it's time for us to return to the palace."