For a while, Beikong was speechless, recited "Amitabha", and then diverted this sentence and said: "Since Your Highness is stubborn, Lao Wei can only take you back to the mountains to meditate and reflect." ”

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

"Your Highness's martial arts are strong, and he is a genius who is not born in the world, but His Highness can know that there is a precious thing in this world called a magic weapon, and the magic weapon is extremely powerful, even if there is a peerless martial art, it may not be able to resist it.

And this string of prayer beads in the hands of the old man happened to be the magic weapon left by Xiao Rulai, the master of the Great Lei Yin Temple, although it has been over the years, and the magic power has been reduced, but if you want to capture His Royal Highness, you can still do it. ”

Xia Ji heard that he didn't answer his own question, but clutched the magic weapon made of thirty-three prayer beads, and asked lightly: "If you hold it, you will be fearless?"

"Then it depends on what you hold, if you hold a vajra magic weapon, you will naturally be fearless in the face of evil demons. A faint smug gride flashed in his eyes in the sad sky.

"Grief, what kind of Zen are you practicing?!"

Ignoring the prince, he just said, "Lao Wei asks again, does His Highness insist on not regretting it?"

Xia Ji sneered: "The name of the monk is not worthy of the name, and the Leiyin Temple has also declined after all, except for a few secret treasures and a few magic weapons, nothing has been passed down after all." ”

Hearing this, Beikong directly interrupted his words, and snorted coldly: "Then don't blame the old man for being polite." ”

As he spoke, he didn't say more, his pupils suddenly opened, and his eyes were the place where the human spirit was condensed.

His spirit had been raised to the peak, and with a flick of his left hand, the thirty-three prayer beads suddenly disappeared, and then a little brilliant golden light had appeared in the center of his palm.

Zen is swirling, and the light of Buddha is blooming.

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

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

After a thought, it turned into a golden swastika!

The swastika spun rapidly.

Walk through the ten-zhang space.

The Seven Princes of the Great Shang didn't seem to react, and the swastika had already fallen on him.

As soon as it touched his body, it turned into a dazzling golden light and burrowed 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: "Amitabha, even if Your Highness can repel the ghost party, you can't escape the shackles of the magic weapon with a mortal body after all, so follow me." ”

Xia Ji didn't move, but suddenly raised his voice and said: "Emptiness is color, hue is also emptiness, everything is attached, everything is non-attached." ”

After saying this, I said.

The Seven Princes of Dashang easily tore off the golden light that bound him,

Hold these thirty-three rosary beads in your hand,

He glanced at the stunned sadness, and said lightly: "This bead is not a bundle of people, since it can't be bound, it means that I have nothing to do."

It's just that the Master of Sorrow and Void binds me with this bead, but he doesn't know if he has attachment or not?"

Sadness and emptiness said: "The rosary... Give me back..."

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

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

When I looked up again, the prince on the opposite side actually took out a string of one hundred and eight prayer beads from his arms.

Sadness: ......

Xia Ji's left hand was wrapped around the rosary, the gods had no thoughts, and the vast earth of Zen was attached to this rosary.

The rosary disappeared in an instant,

has become a bit of dazzling, unbelievable golden mang,

Then slowly push out with your left hand.

The golden mangs soared rapidly, and did not form a swastika, but directly turned into a huge golden Buddha hand with the movement of his palm!

This Buddha's hand hangs high above the head of the sorrowful void, stretching across the entire bridge, and it is ten zhang long before and after.

Pause for a moment.

Xia Ji asked lightly: "Can the monks be stubborn?"

Grief looked at the Buddha's hand in disbelief and fell silent.

Without waiting for him to answer, the golden giant Buddha's hand slapped down directly.

Rumble!

The giant Buddha's hand suppressed it.

Blanket the entire bridge and cover the surrounding lakes.

But the strange thing is that

The water waves are not moving,

The bridge is not moving,

Nothing in the vicinity has moved

But the sorrow was moved, and he was suppressed to the ground by this huge Buddha's hand, and his face was painful and tormented.

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

His whole body trembled, and he wanted to speak, but it was as if he was in an infernal hell, and his body was burned by the fierce heat of the fire, and all his sins and karma were burned.

Xia Ji shook his head: "Sadness, although I will still lose to me if I change someone, but for you, I really can't look down on you." ”

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

And the golden Buddha's hand also dispersed, and with the palm of the prince's hand, the one hundred and eight prayer beads were wrapped back around his wrist, and were quietly plucked by his left thumb.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

Eighty-nine-hundred-eleven...

...

Counting to one hundred and eight means counting the troubles and obsessions of sentient beings.

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

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

Behind him...

The sad empty figure was still, and he knelt down in the direction of the prince of the Great Shang.

Xia Ji glanced at the dead soldier who was executing Ling Chi: "Go on, remember to take all the monk's rosary beads and Zen staff after you are done." ”

"Yes, master!"

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

arch bridge.

Some people leaned over curiously, looked at the prostrate monk, and tentatively shouted, "Master of the Sorrowful Sky?"

No response.

"Master?"

Still no response.

The priest maintained a prostrate posture and seemed to have become a sculpture.

The people who shouted to him gently reached out to touch him, and this touch seemed to shatter some kind of balance, and the whole body of the Sorrowful Sky Monk was shattered, turning into countless powders that still maintained their shape, and when the lake wind blew, it was all wiped out from head to toe.

...

After the two returned to the palace, Xia Ji ordered the guards to move the books from the homes of many evacuated magnates had arrived, and these books filled the original library pavilion, as for those families who had not yet left, they sent a worship sticker in advance, saying that they would come to the Guanshi family to collect books.

It didn't take long for him to get a reply from the family, saying that he was welcome to go.

Reading books does not involve interests at all, and even if some people in the family have ghosts, they will never stumble on this matter.

A large number of books were transported into the palace by horse-drawn carriages, and they were used to enrich the scripture pavilion in different categories.

Morning.

The faint brilliance was quickly submerged, and the sunny days that had been going on for several days were finally cut off by snow.

The door to the Royal Library was pushed open.

Xia Ji looked at the enriched library pavilion, and then glanced at the Nine Emperor Maidens beside him.

The Nine Emperor Maidens looked gloomily at the snow, which was turning white and gradually turning wild, and sighed softly.

Xia Ji said: "From today onwards, you will recite the book here, don't leave the palace again." ”

Xia Xiaosu nodded: "Brother, I know." ”

Xia Ji cooked a pot of hot tea, put it in front of the wooden window, the mouth of the pot rose out of an upward white snake, but outside the window was a backlog of drowning white snow, if the snow does not stop, stay until the evening, then the entire imperial capital will become snow-white, becoming a world submerged by this sea of snow.