The Immortal Emperor is so fertile

Jingan City.

This place is located in the west of Dingzhou. Because there are several large-scale spiritual stone mines around it, it has formed a large-scale city.

However, on the day when the blood moon rose into the sky and the demonic energy eroded, Jingan City was attacked by monsters and lost nearly two-thirds of its population. The city seemed very depressed. In the past, people were coming and going, rubbing shoulders, and merchants gathered. The scene no longer exists.

Today, Jingan City has become a huge military camp.

In the city, the teleportation array lit up.

The light reaches the sky.

Even thousands of miles away from Jingan City, you can still see that dazzling beam of light!

The first to react were the scouts sent by the Ji Alliance.

One after another, the communication talismans were flying, all indicating one thing.

Qin Tian is here!

The Qin army is coming!

The first to respond was the nearest Tang Wang Ji Yuan.

While he asked his sons to mobilize the army, he also did not forget to send signals and early warnings for help to the surrounding vassal states, and he quickly ran to the Pine Forest Mountain outside the city.

Halfway up the mountain, a thatched hermitage was built.

The thatched nunnery has a round dome with a round door. The dome is covered with grass and the top is knotted with bunchgrass. It is simple and has a bit of aloofness that does not disturb the dust.

This is the so-called ‘hut made of grass’, which is intended for Buddhist practitioners to stay in temporarily.

In the thatched hut, Huikong sat in lotus position and recited scriptures softly.

Ji Yuan stepped forward and saluted.

Huikong put his hands together and returned the gift with a smile on his face: "The poor monk is fully aware of the benefactor's intention... The poor monk will go to meet the King of Qin to stop the attack and use weapons."

After he finished speaking, a golden light rose into the sky, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Ji Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling gradually relieved.

After all, after repeated tests during this period, he knew that Huikong had a combat power that was no less than that of the Immortal Realm. Facing Qin Tian, ​​who was only in the Ascension Realm, he should be able to persuade him to retreat without any suspense!

Dingzhou is, after all, the Dingzhou of people named Ji!

……………………

Jingan City.

A golden light came from far away.

"Who?"

"He who comes is stopped!"

…

The immortal cultivator among the Qin army stood up with his sword, blocked the golden escape light, and shouted: "The Qin army is stationed, outsiders are not allowed to trespass, retreat quickly!"

In the golden light, Huikong put his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha!"

The voice is soft.

But in the ears of those cultivators, it was like a lion roaring, spring thunder exploding, shaking the soul!

This filled their minds with roaring sounds, their eyes turned black, they could no longer maintain their sword-wielding posture, and staggered down in the sky as if they were drunk.

"Bold bald ass!"

There was an angry shout in the military camp, and then a figure as fast as lightning leaped over and punched Huikong suddenly: "Bald donkey! Take your punch from Grandpa Tian Yongsheng!"

This was Tian Yongsheng's full blow. With one punch, strong winds roared, dark clouds gathered, lightning thundered, raindrops fell, hurricanes surrounded the surroundings, and electric snakes descended from the sky. It was so powerful and terrifying!

Huikong was neither happy nor angry, unhurried, just put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name softly.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, a bead on the prayer beads he was turning changed from dark gold to pitch black.

Then, a punch was thrown.

This fist seemed to fill the world, and the fist became transparent and pure, like glass, without dust. Huikong was surrounded by golden light, and illusory golden lotuses bloomed on the top of the mountain, and a hazy void appeared behind it.

In the void, there are countless ferocious evil spirits, elegant and agile feathered men, ragged ghosts, devout believers, and all kinds of birds and beasts, all of them with peaceful expressions surrounding a golden lotus platform. Lying on the side of the lion is a Buddha, with a face full of compassion and compassion for the world.

The Buddha's face changed vaguely, and finally reached its peak with Huikong's fist, revealing an appearance that was exactly the same as his, except that one face was humble, and the other was solemn and compassionate.

The Buddha opened his mouth and thunder echoed in the sky.

"During the Tribulation of Swords and Arms, I will teach and transform all sentient beings, uphold the precept not to kill and even have right views. I will pluck out all living beings from the ten evils and make them stay in the Ten Good Paths. I will destroy all blindness and reveal the good Dharma. I will end this calamity. If there is turbidity, turbidity of life, turbidity of living beings, turbidity of afflictions, and turbidity of views, there will be no more. During the calamity of hunger and famine, I will persuade all sentient beings to abide in the Tanparamita, and even in the Prajnaparamita, I will encourage all living beings to abide in the Six Paramitas. All hunger, darkness, filth, resentment, strife, and all kinds of troubles will be silenced. During the calamity of diseases and epidemics, I will teach and transform all sentient beings to live in the six harmonies, and also to calm down and abide in the four states. Dharma, all diseases, diseases and darkness of all sentient beings should be eradicated within half a eon of sage, and all sufferings of all sentient beings should be eradicated.”

…

Zen sound bursts, Buddha's light shines brightly, evil ghosts, feathered men, ghosts, believers, birds and beasts all shine in the sky, blending into Huikong's punch that almost destroys the world!

Can't stop it!

This was Tian Yongsheng's only thought.

But he doesn’t need a hard top!

Without him, Qin Tian is coming.

Above the sky, a sword light cut through the sky like a shooting star, pure and concise, unparalleled in its might!

"Amitabha!"

The sound of chanting Buddha came up again, and the golden light in the sky disappeared instantly.

Huikong stood on the clouds with his palms clasped together, his face full of sorrow.

Qin Tian put away his sword and stood up, asking: "Who are you? Where do you come from and what are you doing?"

Huikong saluted: "The poor monk's name is Huikong, he came from the Tang Dynasty..."

Qin Tian: "..."

He was in a daze for no reason, fearing that the other person's last sentence would be 'go to the West to worship Buddha and learn Buddhist scriptures'...

But no.

Huikong just said something meaningful, such as stopping the war and not letting people suffer.

Tian Yongsheng sneered.

After all, the Qin army mobilized a large army of millions of people from the deserted state. How could they retreat just because of a few words from a monk!

Qin Tian was silent at first, then said seriously: "Bald donkey, you have crossed the line!"

Hui Kong: "???"

He bowed slightly and asked: "Please explain in detail."

Qin Tian frowned and said coldly: "Northwest Jiuzhou is the place of Taoism. How can Buddhist disciples preach here privately? Leave quickly, lest you die!"

Hui Kong put his hands together: "My Buddha is merciful and pity the world. The people here are suffering from demonic disasters. Since Taoism does not lend a hand, Buddhism will save them from suffering!"

Qin Tian stood with his sword pressed, his voice became colder: "I will count to three!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

...

Hui Kong sat cross-legged and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha..."

Then, he placed a Buddha statue in front of him, struck the wooden fish, and chanted solemnly.

"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed..."

In his left palm, a burst of glass Buddha light suddenly emerged, and the sound of Zen came:

"Neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

The Buddha light gathered around Huikong, making him look like a solemn Buddha statue, one small and one big, one virtual and one real, one moving and one still, forming an indescribable scene.

"...There is no suffering, no accumulation, no extinction, no path, no wisdom, and no gain."

Huikong slapped his left palm, the Buddha light was bright, and the Vajra was angry.