Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 70: Mountains and rivers

The nun Huixin gave birth to two tails. Six groups of fox fires were flying around her body. The fox fires were bright outside and dark inside.

From time to time, monks and warriors rush forward, but before they charge, a group of fox fires will shoot out directly, attacking these early birds.

The monks and warriors did not dare to stop the fox fire, and they all tried their best to use their movements to escape.

And if the monks and warriors are not good, they can only bear the fox fire.

But the foxfire is very strong. Once hit, most of them will bleed from the seven orifices of the shock, and the meridians will be broken. If they have the ability to block the next blow, they will be invaded by the demonic energy inside the foxfire, and they will become conscious. It's unclear, unless you hold the demon-reducing wooden pestle to absorb these demonic qi, you can stop a group of fox fires.

Hui Xin has an expressionless face and moves extremely fast. In a short distance, she almost disappears and appears like a flicker, disappears and reappears, and fox fires are born around her, flying towards the approaching enemies. ,

The lost fox fire will soon be born again,

With the power of a fox, she actually suppressed a large number of people, but anyone who relies on the former will either die or be injured.

Behind her, a strong bald man with a height of more than two meters was clutching his chest, blood gurgling, seeping from his fingertips,

This strong man is Wang Shanjun. He sits on a stone and looks fiercely into the distance.

The rest of the fox spirits and tiger demons are fighting fiercely with the monks and warriors on the other side.

The fog has cleared.

On the battlefield between the fox and tiger two demons against the monks and warriors, corpses are everywhere.

The monk Guangming has already recognized that these two are the leaders of the fox and tiger clans, so capture the thief first and capture the king, as long as you kill these two, then this heinous monster clan can all get the punishment they deserve. .

The old monk at the head looked compassionate, and a giant red-patterned tiger two feet long turned out to be the mount under his crotch. This is Lord Chishan.

Behind the old monk, the yellow-robed monks all held wooden pestles and moved with the old monk,

There are more than a thousand monks, but nearly a hundred wooden pestles.

These wooden pestles have absorbed enough demonic energy. If they are released at the same time, the resulting Buddha flames will be extremely terrifying.

However, feeling the quiet killing intent that emerged in his heart, the old monk stopped, turned his head, and looked into the distance.

I saw a young man wrapped in a dark gold cloak walking on the foggy mountain road,

Every step is like stepping on everyone's heart, making people's heart beat faster or slower with the speed of his steps.

And as he approached, the murderous aura became more and more fierce.

The old monk riding a tiger couldn't understand, although murderous aura can be felt, but such a strong and real sympathy is something he has only seen in his life.

And there is a strong sense of Zen in this sympathy, which makes him even more curious.

Why is this murderous aura not aimed at demons, but at himself and others?

Therefore, he paused his progress, folded his hands together, and asked curiously, "The poor monk has heard that, why do you ask the friend to help the demon?"

The two were far apart, but the voice easily crossed the space, spread out, and entered Xia Ji's ears.

Xia Ji's voice also calmly dispersed: "Why kill the demon?"

The old monk riding a tiger replied: "Demon, it shouldn't exist in this world, why not kill it?"

Xia Ji asked: "Why not?"

The old monk riding a tiger replied: "If there is no sin, why would you be reborn as a beast?

Become a beast, do not go to reincarnation as soon as possible, but instead cultivate into a demon, this is a serious sin.

Killing is to get rid of it, to set things right, to benefit people, and to wash away the sins of this world for beasts.

This is an act of good deeds, and when the old monk came to exterminate demons, he entered hell,

Fellow Taoist is quite Zen, don't you understand? "

Xia Ji couldn't help but want to laugh, he said: "If the demon never harmed human beings, if he yearns for courtesy, faith, benevolence and righteousness, can such a demon be tolerated?"

He suddenly pointed at the bald-headed man sitting on the boulder, "He is the king of the tiger clan, Shanjun, who usually pretends to be a mountain **** to benefit the people around him, build bridges, kill bandits, and take care of the short-handed things of the parents. I may not be able to respond, but I will try my best to do it, what is not goodness?"

He suddenly pointed at the red-striped giant tiger under the old monk's crotch, "He hated people, killed people everywhere, raised and attracted people, and then turned into a villain; he returned to the tiger clan, but he was disloyal to the clan. Brothers are unjust, not only did they fail to help at the critical moment, but they also severely injured their own brothers from behind, and led outsiders to exterminate the family. Is this not evil?"

"The good and the evil are not repaid, the condoning of the rape, is the monk's eyes blind?"

The tiger-riding monk shook his head in disappointment.

He has already said it very clearly, but this fellow Taoist doesn't understand?

And also swearing.

It seems that Buddhism is not very deep.

While he was thinking about what to say, someone here already recognized Xia Ji and shouted loudly: "He is the Seventh Highness of Da Shang, Prince Shenwu, Xia Ji!!"

The old monk riding a tiger showed a clear expression, and he understood everything. He shook his head and said, "It's a sin for the prince of the big business to collude with the demon clan. It's just a pity for the poor monk. I heard that you got the Leiyin Temple on Mount Sumeru. The ancient heritage of the ancients has not been carried forward, but it has protected the demon clan. His Highness is not afraid of going to **** after death. If the blessings in the next life are not enough, should he not be an adult again? It's really a shame for Buddhism!"

"Which Buddhism?"

"As many Buddhists as there are in the world, there are as many Buddhists."

"What mountain is your Daguang Temple in? Which Buddhist sect is it?"

"His Royal Highness is ready to capture, the poor monk can take you back to the mountain to become a monk, recite the Buddha day and night, and eliminate your sins." The old monk riding a tiger smiled and looked at the prince. Although the prince was powerful, in the era when the magic weapon was the king, he was not like this. There are many wooden pestles that absorb the demonic energy, and even Legend can't deal with the power of these wooden pestles. Even if he has the magic weapon of Guleiyin Temple, he should not be able to stop it.

However, after all, he had heard a lot of legends about this prince. He clapped his hands, and the monks behind him quickly dispersed. In this way, even if the prince successfully used the golden giant Buddha's magic weapon, he would not be able to attack. to how many people.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

When Hui Xin saw the person coming, she hurriedly spoke to remind her.

The little fox spirits and tiger demons all looked at the people who came, and many goblins saw this mysterious and powerful prince for the first time.

Xia Ji took out the rosary with a wave of his palm.

The rosary, one thousand and eight, symbolizes many dharma realms.

The tiger-riding monk was very conscious of the first move. He had been watching Xia Ji, and when he saw him take out the magic weapon, he roared: "Evil devil, go to life!!"

When the voice fell, the yellow-robed monk behind him suddenly muttered words and pushed out the demon-suppressing wooden pestle in his hand.

A sound of breaking through the air,

A little spark,

Between the tumbling, the wooden pestle has been covered by the blazing golden Buddha fire and disappeared, and the scorching sun of the next day is flying all over the sky,

The scorching sun and the scorching sun touch each other in mid-air, connect and merge. If Baixi meets the big river,

The tiger demons and fox spirits looked up and saw the golden rivers all over the sky suppressing from the sky,

The slightly weaker demon cannot look directly at the light~IndoMTL.com~, let alone react, just like a prisoner who has been imprisoned in darkness for more than ten years when he sees the scorching sun in front of his eyes, he The demons only felt dark in front of their eyes, and blood had flowed down from the corners of their eyes.

In the big river where the golden Buddha fire gathers, the sound of the sangha reverberates, surging like the fear of the sky, falling from the sky where the morning light has just risen,

This is the Buddha fire that destroyed half of the fox and tiger races twenty years ago. As long as there is a trace of demonic energy, the demon will never die.

Now that they are back, there is only fear in the eyes of the fairies.

In the distance, the monk riding a tiger clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and recited the incantation for rebirth.

Since he is about to die, then his sins have been washed away, and his sins have been washed away, so he is not a demon. As a monk, he naturally needs to be treated with compassion.

Hui Xin's speed is extremely fast. When she saw hundreds of demon wooden pestles rising into the sky, she had already turned into an afterimage, and when she picked up Wang Shanjun behind her with her left hand, she was going on at a flickering speed. Continuous movement, but this movement has not yet escaped the suppression range of this river of golden Buddha fire.

She suddenly remembered in her heart that since the young prince came, the "general" here is no longer her, but how can such a terrifying power be dealt with except to hide and escape?

At this juncture of life and death, she turned her face curiously and looked at the Buddha-like prince.

In her eyes, Xia Ji raised his hand.

The rosary disappears.

He holds a golden mountain in his hand.

Five Elements Foshan.

The top of the mountain is down, and the bottom of the mountain is up, spanning nearly a hundred feet.

The mountain faces the river.

The mountain is down and the river is up.

The world is turned upside down.

The mountains and rivers shake!

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