As soon as Li Wuwu's words came out, there was a "buzz" in the hall, and discussions broke out. The Han Emperor looked at the national teacher in front of him with a panicked face, he knew that at this time, his throne and life were decided by the national teacher.

The old monk shook his head, recited a Buddha name, and said, "Little friend, just now you said that you wanted to let the two donors leave, and the old man agreed." But this major event of changing the dynasty, there is nothing that can be done about it. ”

Hearing the words of the old monk, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and the civil and military officials also breathed a sigh of relief. If the national teacher opens his mouth today, the emperor will be replaced. The national law of this South Korea has become a fictitious, so is the official of this court the emperor or the great monk?

"I understand what the master means," Li Wuwu chuckled, "You mean you don't want to make a move, let me do it myself, right?"

Lichen shook his head and sighed: "Xiaoyou, you and I are not considered to be people in this world, why should you worry about things in this red dust? The old monk's words were sincere, as if admonishing his relatives and juniors.

When Li Wuwu heard this, infinite indignation suddenly rose in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and said lightly: "Master, according to what you said, there is nothing to worry about in the world, so what are you looking for when you come to this world to practice?"

This question is not only Li Wuwu's curiosity, but everyone present is puzzled. A master like the national teacher, who doesn't care about worldly things on weekdays, but is the national teacher of Daehan, what does he want?

"Amitabha, little friend, there are some things that are not suitable for public, but since you ask today, the old man will solve your doubts. "It's very calm.

"The cultivators of the world, although they fight with martial arts, they do not stop at martial arts. Buddha, Tao, and Confucianism can all enter the Tao, even those demons and monsters, and there are many people who have attained the Tao. ”

Li Wuwu nodded, the five kingdoms guarded, his teacher Zhao Pu was a Confucian, Liang Heng was a sword cultivator, this old monk was a Buddhist cultivator, and there were two unmasked town guards. From the words of the old monk, I am afraid that there are demon cultivators among them.

Li Wuwu raised his head, and Lichen also looked at him, nodding with a smile.

The old monk continued: "Each family has different cultivation methods, Xiaoyou's teacher is Confucianism, adhering to the principle of helping the world, entering the red dust and getting rid of calamity, so he became the prime minister of Dayue. And the old man's method······" Speaking of this, the martial artists in the hall all pricked up their ears, even if they listened to a few words, it might be of great help to their martial arts practice.

"My Buddhist family cultivates the power of wishes, is incense, and must make a great wish to achieve great liberation and great freedom. ”

Listening to the words of the old monk, Li Wuwu knew it in his heart.

"I don't know what the master's ambition is, maybe tell the juniors?"

When he heard the words, he clasped his hands together, pronounced a Buddha name, and bowed his head and said nothing.

Li Wuwu's face turned cold, and he said lightly: "Is the master unwilling to say it, or can't he say it?"

"Bold, dare to be disrespectful to the national teacher!" As soon as the faces of the two Dharma protectors on the high platform changed, they were about to make a move.

"Amitabha, good, good, good, the little friend has a lot of misunderstandings about the old man," the dust rosary moved lightly, stopping the two Dharma protectors, "The vow made by the old man is to preach the compassion of my Buddha and the suffering of the world. ”

As soon as these words came out, the Chinese martial arts of the hall and those martial artists all bowed their heads and said, "The national master is merciful." ”

Li Wuwu was unmoved, took a step forward, and shouted: "I have heard that Taoism does nothing, Confucianism helps the world, and Buddhism is compassionate. When I was in Changle Mountain, the family teacher had heaven and earth and the sound of the Tao, and the world was infinitely happy, but when I saw the master, not only did not have this sound with him, but instead, "Li Wuwu raised his eyebrows and pointed to the dome of the main hall: "Heaven and earth are disgusted!"

"Shut up!"

"Nonsense!"

As soon as Li Wuwu's words fell, the hall was scolded.

Lichen still had no sorrow or joy on his face, only announced the Buddha number again, suppressed the noise in the hall, and said lightly: "Xiaoyou, the avenue is ruthless, the likes and dislikes of this world, why should you and I take it to heart." ”

"What about the millions of people in this world?" Li Wuwu was already angry, "You have stolen the luck of this world, causing the reincarnation of heaven and earth to be disordered, and you are about to fall and collapse, is this how your Dharma is practiced?"

"What?"

"What does it mean that heaven and earth are about to collapse?"

There was a lot of discussion below, but Lichen didn't speak again.

"What, the master has nothing to say?"

There was no respect in Li Wuwu's words.

The rest of the crowd all looked at the dust.

Even those two Dharma protectors unconsciously turned their heads to look at each other.

"Little friend, if you have the opportunity to go to the outer heaven one day, you will understand everything. ”

"Hahaha-" Li Wuwu smiled and said, "What do you understand? I understand that you steal the heavenly machine of this realm to feed back and continue your life in the original world?"

As soon as these words came out, Lichen's face finally changed, he stared at Li Wuwu, and said after a while: "I see, you have been entangled with him too deeply, and you can't get out." ”

At this time, there was no trace of affinity in Lichen's words, and he said coldly: "Since you want to stand up for this side of the world, even if you make a move, but the old man told you that this side of the world has long been incomplete, and the old man has not taken it seriously." ”

"Okay, in the end, it's just a matter of seeing the real chapter under your hands. Li Wuwu stretched out his hand, and the tiles on the dome flew, and the "Heavenly Dao String" on his body guided the thunder from the sky beyond the extreme sky.

"Hehehe," Lichen laughed instead of anger: "It turns out that you have been waiting for the old man all along." With a throw of the rosary in his hand, the thunder was blocked.

"Boom-"

The rosary was scattered, the arc of light flew, and the metal vessels above the hall buzzed.

The thunder continued to rush down from the gap in the dome, as if with endless anger, once cathartic, like rain falling.

The robe on the dust was drummed, like a curtain covering the sky, and it was covered with a cover on the dome, and all the thunder was received.

"If you only have such tricks, you still don't want to be ugly, if there is really a way in this world, you will kill us and other town guards long ago. The dust stood up with a single palm, and his words were no longer polite.

Li Wuwu stretched out his hand, and a thunderbolt fell in his hand, and the arc of light flowed between his five fingers, which was extremely agile, but extremely well-behaved.

"And how about this trick?"

With a flick of his fingers, the thunder turned into a ball of light and smashed on the robe, and with a "snap", the robe smashed out of a small hole the size of a thumb.

The damaged robe could no longer be stopped like rain and thunder, and it was split into pieces with a "stab" sound, and scattered all over the sky.

The thunderstorm in the sky seemed to recognize the dust, and directly found him, and split his head!

In the face of this tyrannical thunder, the dust face was fearless, his hands were folded, and he recited the mantra in a low voice, and the small bell that was originally put away by him "buzzed" to a foot high, and above the bell body, the Taoist Buddhist scriptures were like golden earthworms wriggling, and the thunderstorm split on it, without the slightest wave.