Chapter 469 Who Are You Our Sovereign
Chapter 469 Who Are You Our Sovereign
After Wu Jie left, Huineng's eyes flickered.
Looking at the direction in which Wu Jie left, the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc.
"In the future, there will be many bhikkhus who are greedy to make offerings and order the Dharma to be destroyed."
He whispered something.
Then he took out the golden bowl and placed it on the stone table in front of the Buddha statue.
Then he took out two incense candles painted with golden Sanskrit characters all over the body.
After being ignited, white smoke that does not disperse immediately floats out.
Like clouds and fog.
Hui Neng then sat on the futon and kept chanting scriptures.
His whole body exuded golden light, and countless golden Sanskrit characters flew out and floated into the clouds.
As the sound of chanting continued, the clouds and mist gradually gathered a channel.
Lin Yaoyao and the others who stretched out the golden bowl felt the sound of chanting scriptures from outside.
Everyone stood up in surprise.
Thinking of the golden bowl mouth, Xiaobai jumped, but was blocked by the golden light of the bowl mouth again.
He fell down again.
He was dizzy from the straight fall, and his eyes were full of stars.
"The bald donkey outside!"
"If you are sensible, let the young master go out, and the young master can show mercy and spare your life."
Xiaobai cursed loudly at the golden bowl.
But Huineng couldn't hear it at all.
A few Sanskrit characters floated into the golden bowl, and then exploded suddenly.
"Om! Well! What! Ba! Mi! Hum!"
Buddhist mantras exploded in the ears of several people.
Afterwards, Xiaobai was unable to curse anymore, and felt a strong sense of drowsiness welling up in his heart.
Then he fell limply to the ground and fell asleep on the ground.
Except for him, Lin Yaoyao and the others used their spiritual power to protect their heart vessels and close their eyes and ears when the sound of chanting sutras sounded.
But this scripture didn't seem to pass through the eyes and ears, as if it was directly bombarded in their sea of consciousness.
Several people also fell to the ground one after another.
The golden bowl flew up and slowly entered the cloud passage covered with Sanskrit and swastikas.
Then it turned into golden light and disappeared.
Huineng breathed a sigh of relief, and then closed his eyes and meditated on the spot.
He has done what the Buddha told him to do.
Wu Jie returned to his sect.
Countless disciples knelt down and bowed, "See the Great Emperor!"
Wu Jie ignored everyone and went straight back to his room.
When he entered it, a woman suddenly saw a figure coming in and exclaimed.
But then he showed a happy expression, "Emperor, are you back?"
She had just come out of the shower at this time, and the water droplets on her body had not yet evaporated with spiritual power.
She was only wrapped in a white towel.
The exposed skin is more bullying than snow.
There was some flushing on the face caused by the steaming water, and it was even more charming.
The woman winks like silk, she has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Wu Jie laughed, he was in a good mood after the matter was done.
Stretching out his hand to grab it, the woman flew directly into his arms, and the bath towel fell directly to the ground.
The woman exclaimed again.
Then he buried his head in Wujie's arms and said something in a low voice
"Please have mercy."
Wujie ignored it.
He took the woman directly into the room.
One hundred and eight thousand words are omitted here.
After the matter was over, Wu Jie lay quietly on the bed, with no desire or desire in his eyes.
Like a sage.
The woman curled up beside her.
The woman peeked at Wu Jie's expression, thinking that if she could gain the emperor's favor every day.
One's own path of cultivation will surely be smooth.
So I was thinking about finding something to talk about, and asked in a strange way
"What is the emperor going out for this time?"
Wu Jie's eyes froze, he hated women interfering in his affairs the most.
Not even at this time when he is at his most magnanimous.
But when he was about to criticize the woman harshly, a piece of black cloth suddenly flew out from the robe scattered on the ground.
The black cloth blows in the wind.
Instantly covered the whole room.
Wu Jie was taken aback and was about to flee.
But how can not tell the scope of the black cloth.
While the black cloth is in place, a golden swastika slowly appears.
"Great Buddha, forgive me!"
Wu Jie hurriedly knelt down and shouted.
But it didn't work at all.
The black cloth wrapped the two tightly.
It's getting tighter.
No precepts to fight fate to turn spiritual power, and then try to support it.
A woman's cultivation is no more than a Nascent Soul.
Immediately, he was crushed into minced meat, and all the blood and minced meat were smeared on Wu Jie's body and face.
There was no sadness in Wujie's eyes, but fear instead.
I don't want to die yet.
He couldn't help supporting himself, reciting Buddhist scriptures in the air.
I hope that the Great Buddha will be merciful.
But the black cloth is still getting tighter and tighter.
After knowing the truth, Ye Kong returned to the sea of bitterness.
He took out the Tongtian Mirror and investigated the origin and identity of the great monk.
As a result, a picture that is not suitable for children appeared in the Tongtian Mirror.
Ye Kong
He turned the control mirror to look out.
He quickly recognized that it was a sect hidden in the dense forest in the south.
It seems to be a hermit sect.
Ye Kong immediately walked across the sky.
He appeared directly in front of the sect.
"Who are you?"
Shouzong disciples stepped forward and asked.
The long sword was unsheathed and pointed at Ye Kong.
However, he sensed Ye Kong's qi training.
Reveal the color of ridicule.
A little monk practicing Qi dared to come out and run around.
But seeing Ye Kong's extraordinary demeanor, he wondered if he was a relative of the suzerain.
"Ye Kong."
"Tell your suzerain to come out and meet me."
Ye Kong said lightly.
He can also appear directly in the Five Precepts Room.
But it didn't feel right.
That disciple looked contemptuous, just because of you, you also want to see our suzerain?
A Great Emperor, a Qi Cultivator?
But before he knew Ye Kong's identity, he still asked politely.
"Who are you, our suzerain?"
"The enemy."
Ye Kong replied lightly, with his hands behind his back, and his attitude was very chic and casual.
The Shouzong disciple was stunned for a moment before reacting.
The relationship between enemies is so casual, how dare you come to the door?
But since he wasn't a relative, he didn't worry about it anymore.
With a ferocious expression on his face, the long sword stabbed at Ye Kong
"In that case, then you go to die."
Ye Kong didn't even look at it, and just patted it casually.
He slapped the golden core monk away, and the golden core monk knocked out a human-shaped pothole on the big rock behind him.
It died without even making a sound.
Ye Kong waved his hand again, breaking through the sect's formation.
Walking into the mountain gate like a stroll in the courtyard, some monks came to kill them with knives, but he knocked them down casually.
Since the suzerain won't come out, then beat him until he comes out.
"Great Immortal, spare me!"
"Great Immortal, please spare me!"
After Ye Kong casually slapped an elder of the Venerable Realm to death, the entire sect completely knelt down.
They kept calling the Sovereign, but there was no response.
Originally, they still held the mentality that Ye Kong could be crushed when the suzerain came.
After all, the suzerain is the cultivation base of the great emperor.
But seeing Ye Kong slap a Venerable to death with one palm.
All were horrified.
This is the powerhouse above the Great Emperor.
The ghost knows why he seems to have only practiced Qi cultivation.
"Take me to your suzerain."
Ye Kong said coldly.
It's a little strange in my heart, it's hit to such an extent.
Why hasn't the suzerain come out yet?
This sect has been abolished by him.
"Yes Yes Yes."
The remaining elder hurriedly responded.
Take Ye Kong to the back house, in front of a golden house.
"Usually the suzerain rests in the golden house."
After speaking, he knelt aside, not daring to make a sound.
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