Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 30: 8 troubles

For a while, Beikong was speechless and recited "Amitabha Buddha", and then changed the sentence: "Since Your Highness is stubborn, Lao Na can only take you back to the mountain for meditation and reflection."

As he spoke, he took out a string of rosary beads directly from his arms, held the rosary beads in his left hand, and moved them one by one.

"His Royal Highness is a genius in martial arts, but he knows that there is a precious thing called magic weapon in this world, and the magic weapon is extremely powerful, even if there is peerless martial arts, it may not be able to resist.

And this string of rosary beads in Lao Na's hand happened to be a magic weapon left by the master of the Daleiyin Temple, Xiao Tathagata. Although the supernatural power has been reduced over time, if you want to capture His Highness, you can still do it. "

Hearing that he did not answer his own question, Xia Ji clenched the magic weapon made of a string of thirty-three rosary beads, and asked lightly, "If you hold on to it, will you be fearless?"

"Then you need to look at what you need to hold. If you hold the Vajra magic weapon, you will naturally have nothing to be afraid of when facing evil demons." A faint smug flashed in the sad and empty eyes.

"Sorrowful Kong, what kind of Zen do you practice?!"

Beikong ignored the prince and just said: "Old Na ask again, does Your Highness insist on not regretting it?"

Xia Ji sneered: "The name of the gods and monks is not worthy of the name, and the Leiyin Temple is in decline after all, except for a few secret treasures and a few magic tools, after all, nothing has been passed down."

Beikong interrupted him when he heard the words, and snorted coldly, "Then don't blame the old man for being rude."

He said, he didn't say any more, his pupils suddenly opened, and the eyes were where the spirit of a person condensed. At this time, the pair of eyes that were neither sad nor happy turned into great sadness and great joy, and they showed a faint glow.

His spirit has risen to the peak. With a flick of his left hand, the thirty-three rosary suddenly disappeared, and then a dazzling golden light appeared in the center of his palm.

Zen lingers, Buddha light blooms.

Sad Kong pushed out his palm and roared angrily: "Bah!"

The golden glow kept growing and blooming in his palm, and then grew rapidly at a speed that the human optic nerve could just detect.

After a thought, it turned into a golden swastika!

The **** was spinning rapidly.

Through the ten-zhang space.

The Seventh Prince of the Great Merchant didn't seem to react, and the **** had already landed on him.

As soon as it touches the body, it turns into a dazzling golden light and penetrates into his body.

Then, layers of golden light appeared under Xia Ji's skin, tying him up.

The anger on Beikong's face disappeared, and he smiled and said, "Amitabha, even if His Highness can repel the ghost, he can't escape the **** of the magic weapon with the body of a mortal. Come with me."

Xia Ji did not move, but suddenly raised his voice: "Empty form is form, form is also emptiness, everything that exists is clinging, and everything is not clinging."

After saying this verse.

The Seventh Prince of the Great Shang easily tore off the golden light that bound him,

Grasping this string of thirty-three rosary beads in my hand,

He glanced at the stunned Sad Kong, and said lightly: "This bead is not binding, and since it can't be bound, it means that I have no attachments.

It's just that Master Beikong binds me with this bead, but I don't know if I have attachments? "

Sadly said: "The rosary... give me back..."

Xia Ji chuckled lightly, and then, as he said, threw the already very dim thirty-three rosary far away,

The monk hurriedly took it and put it in his arms,

Looking up again, the prince on the opposite side actually took out a string of rosary beads from his arms.

Sad empty:......

Xia Ji wrapped a rosary in his left hand, the gods had no thoughts, and the vast Zen thoughts were attached to the rosary.

The rosary disappeared in an instant,

It has become a dazzling golden light that makes people unable to open their eyes,

Then the left hand is slowly pushed out.

The golden light soared rapidly, instead of forming a swastika, it turned into a huge golden bergamot with the movement of his palm!

This bergamot hangs high above Beikong's head, spanning the entire bridge, with a length of ten feet in front and back.

Pause for a moment.

Xia Ji asked lightly, "Can a monk be stubborn?"

Bei Kong looked at the bergamot in disbelief and fell into silence.

Before he could answer, the golden giant buddha hand shot down.

Boom!

The giant bergamot pressed down.

Covers the entire bridge, covering the surrounding lake.

But strangely,

The water is not moving,

The bridge did not move,

Everything around is untouched

But Bei Kong moved. He was crushed to the ground by this huge bergamot, and his face was painful and tormented.

Xia Ji asked softly, "Beikong, what kind of Zen do you practice?"

Bei Kong's whole body was trembling. He wanted to speak, but it was as if he was in an endless hell.

Xia Ji shook his head: "Seikong, even if you change someone, you will still lose to me, but I really despise you."

After saying this, he turned around and didn't look at the monk again.

And the golden buddha's hand also dissipated. As the prince's palm was pulled, the hundred and eight rosary beads were wrapped around his wrist again, and were gently moved by his left thumb.

One two three four five six seven...

Eighty-nine-one...

...

Counting to one hundred and eight is to count the troubles and obsessions of all sentient beings.

Even if you don't cut it off, you can see it clearly.

Obviously in trouble, but he thinks that he is superior to others and wants to cross the river.

Behind him...

Sad Kong's figure was still, and he knelt down in the direction of the Great Shang Prince.

Xia Ji glanced at the dead man who was executing Ling Chi: "Go ahead, remember to take out the monk's rosary and chanting staff when you're done."

"Yes, Master!"

After doing this, he and the princess came together again, and walked to the palace on foot without riding in a carriage.

On the arch bridge.

Some people approached curiously, looked at the prostrate monk, and tentatively shouted "Master Beikong?"

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Still no response.

The priest maintains a prostrate posture and appears to be a sculpture.

The people who shouted at him gently reached out to touch him. This touch seemed to break a certain balance. The entire body of the monk in the sad sky was shattered and turned into countless powders that still maintained their shape. As soon as the wind blew, everything from head to toe was wiped out.

...

After the two returned to the palace, the books that Xia Ji ordered the guards to move from the homes of many evacuated dignitaries had arrived. These books filled the original library. As for those families who had not left, they sent them in advance. Said to come to Guanshijia to collect books.

It didn't take long for him to get replies from the aristocratic families, expressing their welcome to him.

Reading books does not involve interests at all. Even if there are people in the family who have ghosts, they will never stumble on this matter.

A large number of books were transported into the palace by carriages, and then sorted into categories to enrich the library.

Morning.

The brilliance of Xiwei was quickly submerged, and the sunny days for several consecutive days were finally blocked by the snow.

The door of the Royal Library is pushed open.

Xia Ji looked at the enriched library, and then glanced at the Ninth Princess beside him.

The Nine Emperor Goddess looked at the heavy snow that was covered in white and gradually turned crazy, and sighed softly.

Xia Ji said: "Starting today, you will be reading the book here, and don't leave the palace again."

Xia Xiaosu nodded: "Brother, I understand."

Xia Ji cooked a pot of hot tea and placed it in front of the wooden window. A white snake appeared from the mouth of the pot. Outside the window, there was a backlog of drowned white snow. The entire imperial capital will become snow white and become a world submerged by this snow sea.