Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 34: I sit in the snow and laugh with flowers
The next day.
In a mansion in the imperial capital.
The great scholar twisted his beard and smiled: "Last night, Eunuch Mei came to report the news. This morning, His Royal Highness really went out of the east gate and headed towards the Leiyin Temple on Mount Sumeru. This trip will take three days. , It seems that this Highness is really looking up and seeing no friends, surrounded by embarrassment, and ambushing from all sides."
"Who told him to endure so much, his plans are very big, and it is normal for people to betray and leave. Then I will do something when I just borrow him to leave."
"No need..." The Grand Master smiled, "He can't come back."
After thinking about it, the great scholar added, "Even if he comes back, the vanguard general that the emperor used to stabilize the imperial city will also arrive. What can he do alone? Besides, the Nine Princesses are still there. Kill it, it's not like the Ninth Princess can kill it, hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
"A movement is worse than a stillness, a tightness is worse than a loosening, anyway, the overall situation has been decided."
"It's still Mr. He's brilliant, hahaha."
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The snow was blowing in the sky, Xia Ji carried the relics of sadness and black plain clothes, and rode his horse out of the east gate of the imperial city, heading for Mount Sumeru.
It was almost noon when he arrived at Leiyin Temple.
I brushed the snow off my clothes and hiked up to the fifth peak of Mount Sumeru.
At the gate of Leiyin Temple, there are no pilgrims coming and going.
Xia Ji raised his voice directly.
"Xia Ji, the seventh prince of the Great Shang, came to worship the mountain and read the book as requested!!"
The energetic voice pierced through the wind and snow, enveloped the entire Leiyin Temple, and then rolled away, entering the ears of every monk in the temple with unparalleled clarity.
After a while, the Zen door opened, and two novices stood on both sides, looking at the seven princes with unpleasant expressions. This prince killed Beikong and ruined Wenkong's Zen heart. How could they have any kindness at all? ?
When Xia Ji saw the door open, he stepped in and the two novices hurried to close the door.
Slap.
The door was closed, shutting off the world from inside and outside.
...
In Leiyin Temple.
The abbot, wrapped in a cassock and holding a Zen staff, stood in front of the Mahavira Hall. The golden Buddha behind him was looking down at the young prince who came step by step at the entrance.
"Amitabha, His Highness killed my senior brother Beikong and destroyed my senior brother Wenkong. How can you still come here?"
"I have an appointment with Wen Kong. If I win, I will borrow the "Tathagata Treasures Treasures" to me. If I lose, the Chan Staff and Rosary Relic will be returned to him. He loses, so I will come as promised. Come.
As for sadness, if he had no great karma, he would not die at all. "
"I was about to ask Your Highness, where did His Highness's magic weapon come from?"
"What does this have to do with the abbot?"
"I heard that Your Highness used a magic tool to transform the golden Buddha's hand, and this golden Buddha's hand is a medium-grade magic tool recorded in my Leiyin Temple, but it has been lost for a long time. ."
"Are you going to rob?"
"Amitabha, if Your Highness doesn't want to say it, I won't force it.
Originally, Lao Na also planned to exchange the secret treasure for Senior Brother Kongbei's relics. Now that His Highness has come down, then, Yuanzhi, take your Highness to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to view the treasure. "
"Yes, Abbot." The little novice hurriedly responded, "Your Highness, please come with me."
Xia Ji raised his hand and threw the sad and empty rosary, Zen staff and relic.
The abbot took it and said "good".
...
The little novice led the way, and Xia Ji followed him to the depths of the temple.
Walked through a door.
Double doors.
The snow flow was diffused, and it was faint. After a while, Xia Jixuan's clothes were dyed a lot of white, but his body was full of infuriating energy, and a lot of white snow just fell and bounced off automatically.
Behind the triple gate, the little novice pointed to a small attic in the distance and said, "Your Highness, this is the place."
Xia Ji raised his head and glanced at the words "Tibetan Books Pavilion", nodded slightly, then pushed open the door and walked into the attic, but he frowned directly when he entered the attic. There are many bookshelves in the dark, but Even without lighting, he can tell one thing:
There isn't a single book on the shelf, it's all empty!
And at the same moment he stepped into the attic, the ground was already lit up.
A huge golden **** floated up from the ground, and his foot just stepped on the center of the "swastika".
This **** is extremely huge. Each arm wheel is nearly 100 meters long. It rotates slowly, illuminating the entire attic, and even the snow outside the attic, making the Leiyin Temple on the fifth peak of Mount Sumeru shine. Hui, Huimang broke into the night sky.
At the same time, a strong sense of restraint came, Xia Ji lowered his eyebrows and saw that Sanskrit chains had emerged from the ground at some point, wrapping around his body, making him unable to move.
"I didn't come uninvited, but followed the agreement. Is this the way of hospitality at Leiyin Temple?"
With a calm question, nine rounds of scorching sun appeared around Xia Ji, and then the nine suns were suspended in the air, merged into one, turned into a scorching energy after the collision of stars, circles and layers, swept towards the surrounding frantically. whistled away.
All the bookshelves, coffee tables, and wooden pillars were smashed by this vast force, and they fled wildly into the distance!
Boom boom boom!
Boom! ! !
In the sound of the explosion, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which was empty of a book, had been completely blasted by his energy, and it collapsed into ruins.
But even such a powerful infuriating energy could never loosen the chains that bound him.
Obviously, this is not a bound body.
Xia Ji didn't plan to release the bondage, 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 there were many monks sitting outside the old monk.
All the monks lowered their eyebrows, held the wooden fish in their hands, and recited the Buddhist scriptures. The sound of the wooden fish turned into golden dust, and went towards the golden **** underground.
"Your Highness, it's useless, just stay on my Mount Sumeru for a while."
The abbot walked slowly with his Zen staff in his hands, stood in the distance and looked at the prince bound in the center, smiled, then bowed with one hand and said "Amitabha".
Xia Jidao: "Is this the profound array disk?"
The abbot said: "His Royal Highness actually recognizes it, yes, this is exactly the demon-suppressing formation of my Leiyin Temple. Once you enter it, you will no longer be able to help yourself. Then, Your Highness can now explain clearly to the old man, where does His Highness' magic weapon come from? Are you here? This is my Leiyin Temple, and I will return it to its original owner.”
Flying snow flutters.
On the top of the dark mountain, there are many ancient temples.
In the center of the golden light, the young prince was bound. There was no anger or hatred between his brows, only peace.
He asked lightly: "I just went down to Mount Sumeru, and you passed the sentence to the palace. Today, I came to Sumeru as promised, but you treated me like this, why?"
The abbot said indifferently: "His Royal Highness is a dead person, and he should die on the city wall. The royal family fought against the city wall. Naturally, the whole country is indignant. Then, naturally, His Highness's brother avenged His Highness, reorganized the mountains and rivers, and recovered the emperor. both.
It's a pity that His Highness went against the sky and actually resisted the invasion of the ghost party. At this time, Lao Na was just trying to set things right. "
Xia Jidao: "The monk doesn't help defend the city or fight against alien races, but instead blame me for defending the city?"
Abbot: "One drink and one peck is destiny. This is the great catastrophe of the imperial capital. Whether it is the old man or the superintendent of the superintendent of heaven, it has been completely determined. This is both a catastrophe and a catastrophe. It is Daxing, the destiny is like this, and no one can violate it. After this catastrophe, Dashang will usher in unprecedented glory in the hands of Xinjun, and repelling the ghost party is just the beginning!
However, His Highness Seven disrupted all this.
Therefore, Lao Na is not not merciful, but is very merciful. His Highness thought that he had guarded the city, but he blocked the opportunity of this great prosperity. "
Xia Ji Yangtian laughed loudly: "So, shouldn't I defend the city? Should I let the aliens slaughter the imperial city?
I should not live, but should die in the city? "
Abbot: "The slaughter in the eyes of His Highness is the new life in the eyes of Lao Na, reincarnation is born and destroyed, how can there be new life without death?"
Xia Ji let out a sigh of relief, and the monk in front of him revealed an important message.
He said, "Whether it's the old man, or the superintendent of the superintendent of the superintendent of heaven and the superintendent of the superintendent, it has been completely determined that this is both a great catastrophe and a great prosperity. The destiny is like this, and no one can violate it." too many things.
Even he began to suspect that the evacuation of the emperor, or even the death of the prince and 100,000 soldiers in Fenglangguan, was far from simple.
Xia Jidao: "Then let me ask the last question. Who is the new king who the abbot said will bring unprecedented glory to the big business?"
The abbot said: "Your Highness will see it. After all, he only let Lao Na imprison His Highness, and never let Lao Na kill His Highness. Now His Highness should talk about it, where did your magic weapon come from?"
Xia Ji looked up at the sky, "Does the abbot know how the magic weapon of Leiyin Temple came into being?"
The abbot said: "It is naturally made by the many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the ancient Daleiyin Temple with great wisdom and perseverance."
Xia Jidao: "Then do you know what great wisdom and perseverance are?"
The abbot said frankly: "I don't know, Lao Na is not a Buddha or Bodhisattva after all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Ji suddenly said, "Then I will teach you."
These four characters are extremely calm, but they are as loud as the bell of the Arhat in the Palace of Clouds, ringing in the ears of the monks.
The abbot showed a shocked expression and took two steps back, only to see that the seventh prince of the great businessman in front of him was completely different from before. His thumb and index finger were twisted and locked like a green mountain, and the rest of the fingers were naturally scattered like clouds in the sky. , turned out to be a handprint of the Tathagata speaking.
"Listen to me."
The sound was like thunder, roaring through the snowy night.
As the lingering voice faded away, Xia Ji's whole body was like a lotus blooming in Zen, boundless, as if the river and the sea had submerged the surrounding area for several miles.
The wind and snow fell silently because of his feelings;
Hundreds of Buddha statues in the ancient temple felt his heart, and they hummed in unison;
The little beast in the snow felt his heart~IndoMTL.com~ actually stuck its head out of the cave and clasped its claws together to look at the top of the mountain.
A phantom figure of a golden Buddha emerges from behind the prince.
The Buddha's feet and insteps are placed on the two strands, feet are turned to the sky, he sits in meditation, his hands are pinching the Dharma seal, his eyes are closed, and he has come to enlightenment by taking the path of truth. sense.
On the four arm chakras with the huge golden swastika, the old monks and monks were still chanting the scriptures, but the sound of the scriptures was getting faster and faster, and their brows were getting tighter.
The Sanskrit chains were tightly wound, but the place where they were wrapped was no longer the Seventh Prince of the Great Merchant, but the Tathagata Dharma.
The abbot's calm face showed great shock, and he felt great fear in his heart. He wanted to point at the person in front of him and shout "devil heresy", but he didn't dare, because the true meaning of the Tathagata's panic was in front of him. The Buddha is right in front of you, how do you ask?
In a snowy day.
Xia Ji sits cross-legged in a cross-legged posture. He is the Tathagata, and the Tathagata is him. He closes his eyes, and the Tathagata closes his eyes.
Suddenly, the Tathagata stretched out his hand and picked one of the snowflakes in the sky, brought it to his nose, the closed pupils slightly opened a line, and suddenly, the Buddha smiled.
Smiling with flowers.
The mighty and vast spirit scattered and poured into all the monks along the Sanskrit chains that entwined him.
And these many monks sitting on the golden **** can't directly bear this vast spirit. In an instant, their spirit and energy suddenly burned to the peak, and they were extremely decadent. After a few breaths, all their eyebrows were white and their skin was dry. Wrinkled, old and horrified.
The rotation of the **** became slower and slower, and then it shattered, and the chain shattered instantly.
Xia Ji withdrew the Tathagata's phantom in a single thought, looked at the abbot who had fallen to the ground in shock, glanced at the monks with white hair for a moment, and asked lightly, "Do you understand?"