Wang Chan looked at the old man in front of him, and then looked up at the families of the children behind him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even the youngest child's body is straight.

There are always some people in this world, even if they don't have the magic power to reach the heavens and the earth, they don't have the ability to turn the tide, and they are just ordinary mortals, but they are still respectable.

"General Wang, let's leave a useful body to serve the country, this country still needs you. ”

Wang Weizhong's ears suddenly sounded this voice, and when he looked up at the man in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw Wang Chan standing in the air, like an immortal, and with a slight wave of his right hand, he untied the shackles on their bodies. With another wave of his hand, the blades in the hands of all the soldiers suddenly did not obey the call and flew into the air together.

He suddenly thought of the legend that had recently come from Xiangyang City, not only him, but everyone present was looking up at Wang Chan at this moment.

The official who presided over the execution was so frightened that he rolled down from his position, his head in his hands, and he lay on the ground, his whole body trembling.

What are you kidding, that immortal wiped out a hundred thousand Mongolian troops with one sword, how could he not be afraid of a mortal.

"Under Wang Weizhong, thank you to the immortals for saving me!" Wang Weizhong knelt down towards Wang Chan and kowtowed a few times.

The family members behind him followed, and the young boy also looked serious, and even knocked his forehead bleeding.

Wang Chan looked at Wang Weizhong and said indifferently: "You just need to remember what you said today." ”

As soon as the words fell, he pulled Li Mochou and turned into a flying rainbow and broke through the sky towards the palace.

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The Imperial Palace, a deep hall.

Both sides of the main hall are full of Buddhist shrines and Buddha statues, and the candles are bright

A middle-aged man dressed in sumptuous costumes kneels on the largest golden Buddha statue in the middle, with a pious face, a rosary in his hand turning, and a Buddhist verse chanting in his mouth.

The smoke in the hall is curling, the eyes of the Buddha are half open and half closed, overlooking all living beings, the golden body is brilliant, and people can't help but be in awe when they see it.

If this middle-aged man didn't know, he would think that he was a monk who led the practice, but his real identity was the current emperor, Song Lizong Zhao Yun.

Since a year ago, several Buddhist monks came to the palace, Zhao Yun suddenly became a devout Buddhist, ignoring the government at all, and only knowing to eat fast and recite Buddha in this hall every day. The government fell into the hands of traitors such as Ding Daquan and Jia Yidao one after another, and the country declined rapidly.

In order to curry favor with Zhao Yun, Ding Daquan and others began to build a large number of buildings across the country, build temples, and promote Buddhism. At that time, the Song-Mongolian War was a tragic time, countless people lost their families, were displaced, and at the same time lost their spiritual sustenance. At this moment, a group of monks suddenly appeared in front of the world, using that set of illusory theories of the afterlife to deceive and capture a large number of believers.

And Buddhism has naturally become the state religion.

"Zhao Yun, get out of here!"

A loud bell suddenly sounded in the sky above the imperial city, like rolling thunder.

The faces of the four monks in the main hall suddenly changed, and they hurriedly rushed out of the hall, looking up at the figure in the air, their faces full of horror.

Wang Chan looked down at the four monks on the ground, his face turned cold, and he waved his right hand.

A sword qi burst out of the air and slashed towards the Buddha hall.

"Amitabha. ”

A Buddha horn sounded, and a golden light suddenly shot out from the main hall.

Rumble!

The sword qi collided with the golden light, and the energy was scattered, and the roar resounded throughout the imperial city.

An old monk suddenly appeared in front of Wang Chan, his hands folded, his face full of compassion.

"Master!"

The four monks below looked excited when they saw the old monk in the air.

At this time, another middle-aged man slowly walked out of the main hall, it was Song Lizong, Zhao Yun. I saw him look up at Wang Chan, who was standing in the air in a chic manner, and then put all his eyes on the old monk, his eyes full of worship and respect.

"Sure enough, it's you. The old monk looked at Wang Chan, sighed, and suddenly said something that made people scratch their heads.

"Do you know me?" Wang Chan frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered the monk king of Huanxi Temple. At that time, the monk king of Yangcuo seemed to be muttering crazy words like "it's you" and "not you".

The old monk shook his head and did not answer.

I saw him clasp his hands together, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Since I have touched it, I will never let you leave today." ”

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time. ”

The old monk exuded a faint golden light around him, his hands were folded, and his voice was vast and majestic, resounding throughout the imperial city.

"My Buddha is merciful, subduing demons and eliminating demons!"

I saw him shouting violently, and the big red embroidered gold robe on his body swayed in vain. Urging his own strength to the extreme, layers of golden light suddenly burst out from his body, and he shrouded Wang Chan.

It's full of slaughter!

Although Wang Chan felt a little inexplicable at this time, he felt the killing intent of the other party, and it was always right for him to beat the monk.

He let out a loud roar, his right hand was clenched, and a sword was slashed.

Suddenly, in the void, green lotuses appeared out of thin air and bloomed in the wind.

Thousands of sword qi, criss-crossed, devastating, penetrating through layers of golden light, continued to attack the old monk.

The old monk shouted, waved his hand, and the red embroidered gold robe on his body flew out in the wind, rising in the wind, blocking in front of him.

Snort~

There were a few piercing sounds, and in the horrified gaze of the old monk, the big red robe immediately shattered and flew like a butterfly.

"Subduing demons and eliminating demons?" Wang Chan looked at the old monk and sneered. "Old monk, if you have any other tricks, just use them!"

The monk looked at Wang Chan with a solemn expression.

The mouth kept chanting the Buddhist scriptures, and the main hall behind him suddenly surged with a hundred zhang of golden light, turning into a golden ocean, and swallowed towards Wang Chan.

"The power of sentient beings!" Wang Chan's pupils shrank, and the golden light reflected in his eyes murmured in a low voice.

Is this what you rely on?

Buddhism is deeply rooted in this world, and after Buddhism invaded the layout again a year ago, it absorbed tens of millions of Buddhists, these people were displaced in the war, and the spirit lost its habitat, and Buddhism was born, which is a good time. If it's just ordinary people, now even the emperor where a country's luck is located is a believer in Buddhism, and the old monk's willingness gathered at this time is like a mountain and a sea.

The price paid by the old monk for doing this is also very great, because he is not a real Buddha after all, at least this old and decaying body is not, how can he bear such a deep desire of sentient beings, but at this time he is simply at all costs, he is bound to put Wang Chan to death, under the golden light, that old face is also extremely hideous, I saw him roar loudly: "You monster give me death!" (To be continued.) )