Hearing the words of the lady in Tsing Yi, everyone in the hall looked at Li Daoxuan, revealing a meaningful look.

Especially those Tibetan envoys, they found that they seemed to have underestimated this Li Zhenren, and one of the other party's maids shocked Master Zhizang to such an extent.

And from what she just said, it seems that 400 years ago, she seemed to have personally witnessed the great drought in Tibet.

Some of them are nimble-minded, and have even made up a story in their minds.

This woman can live for 400 years, and it is very likely that she is a big demon, and then she was subdued by Li Zhenren and became a maid.

In myths and legends, those maids under the gods and Buddhas are often big demons with extraordinary origins, such as Laojun's green cow and Guanyin's boy.

For a while, Li Daoxuan, who was already very terrifying, became even more unfathomable in their hearts.

The other party's every move, every gaze seemed to have a deep meaning, like a high mountain, like the deep abyssal sea, so that they didn't even dare to raise their eyes to look directly.

"Amitabha!"

Zhizang clasped his palms together, recited the Buddha's name, and recited: "The female benefactor spares her magic power to save the people, and the poor monks admire."

After a pause, he stared at the green-clothed maid and asked, "The matter of the Holy Ding is a secret of my tantric sect, I wonder how the female benefactor knew about it?"

There was one sentence he didn't ask, because he thought it was incredible.

According to the Tantric scriptures, the Venerable Master of Compassion who hit the mountain four hundred years ago was not actually a monk, but a pure monk, with decades of morning bells and dusk drums, green lanterns and ancient Buddhas, without a trace of mana, but with compassion.

When the great drought appeared, the Venerable Master Lingbei took pity on the people, and he knelt down in three steps, bowed in five steps, walked more than 300 miles, and his knees were almost abolished, and finally climbed the holy mountain.

There, he prayed devoutly, begging the arhats and bodhisattvas in Nalanda Monastery to save lives.

At that time, although the seven days and nights had not yet occurred, the response of the gods and Buddhas to the human world was becoming less and less, and even devout believers like Lingzhi could not invite the help of the gods and Buddhas.

Zhizang once read that record, which is said in ancient books, the spirit is sad and kowtows, and the gods and Buddhas are silent, but they meet the immortals of the eastern land, and they give them magic power to save the people.

The book does not mention who the immortal of the Eastern Earth is, but it is just a brushstroke, and it is written quite obscurely, maybe I really don't know, or maybe I don't want to say it.

This history has been buried in the long river of time and has become a tantric secret, so people only know the holy tripod, but they don't know why it is the holy tripod.

Zhizang speculated at the time that either the sect felt that the matter was not glorious and was unwilling to publicize it, or that the matter was false and its authenticity was doubtful.

As a disciple of Tantra, he used to prefer the latter, but now he felt that this might be true, but Tantra was secretive about it and did not want to mention it.

[In view of the general environment,

Zhizang looked deeply at the maid in green clothes.

After all, he is a Yang God monk with Heavenly Eye, although he still can't see through the other party's cultivation and realm, but under the feeling of his heart, he has found many miracles.

For example, although this maid in Tsing Yi has an ordinary appearance, she has a holy temperament that makes people look up, like a jade goddess.

For example, she just stood quietly, but the qi was faintly one with heaven and earth, frowning and raising her eyes, all of them flowed naturally, and between her expectations, there seemed to be a spiritual light blooming.

As bright as the sun and the moon, as far away as the stars!

The longer I watched it, the more strange things I saw, and in the end, I felt like I was being intoxicated, as if I was constantly digging up some incredible treasure.

Mortals can't look directly at the Immortal Buddha, but for the Yang God Monk, they can learn a lot from the Divine Buddha, and the other party's every move is full of Taoist rhyme, like an ancient scripture containing supreme mysteries.

Facing Zhizang's gaze, the lady in Tsing Yi frowned slightly.

She knew that the other party was not lustful, but even so, there was still a trace of unhappiness.

At this moment, Li Daoxuan stepped forward in front of her, cutting off Zhizang's vision

Line.

"Hey, little monk, why are you staring at my maid in vain when you are still called a guru?"

Li Daoxuan's eyes showed a trace of unkindness.

Zhizang came back to his senses, a ripple appeared in the heart lake, he lowered his head, a trace of shame appeared on his white face, and he hurriedly said: "It's the poor monk Meng Lang, please don't blame the real person!"

Li Daoxuan snorted, and suddenly said, "Little monk, you asked me to take the Ding drink, I have already taken it, come and don't be rude, please take one thing too!"

He originally saw that this monk was quite personable, and he didn't plan to embarrass him anymore, but seeing the other party's eyes looking at Niangniang, Li Daoxuan felt a little unhappy in his heart, so he planned to beat the other party again.

"Little monk, I won't bully you, just take the dagger that slices pears from Poor Dao."

After that, Li Daoxuan casually threw out the Juque Sword, the Juque Sword at this moment was only four inches in size, it looked dark and ordinary, and it was even stained with a few pieces of pear skin.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt very ridiculous.

The dagger looked unremarkable, and Li Daoxuan used it to peel it in front of everyone just now, and the process of throwing it over was also unusual, completely inferior to the power of Zhizang when he threw the bronze tripod.

Zhizang took a deep breath, he did not underestimate Li Daoxuan, but used all his strength to throw elephant supernatural powers, the muscles of his arms were knotted, his qi and blood were like ovens, and the green tendons under his robe were like big dragons.

Under the gaze of everyone, his outstretched right hand grasped the dagger.

There was a momentary pause in the arm, which seemed to succeed in holding it, but the next moment—

Collapse!

The muscles in Zhizang's arm tensed for a moment, making a sound like hemp rope straightening, and his complexion quickly turned red, not shy, but surging with qi and blood, and being suffocated by him.

Kacha!

Cracks spread under Zhizang's body, and the ground in Anren's Hall seemed to crack.

After a breath, Zhizang's arm trembled in the air, and he finally used his other hand, holding both hands together while holding the small dagger.

Kacha!

The cracks in the ground were constantly expanding, spreading like cobwebs, the pillars were shaking slightly, and the entire Anren Hall was crumbling.

"Your Majesty be careful!"

Wang Bo stood up in front of Li Shimin, ready to turn into a giant ape to block the palace that was about to collapse.

Li Shimin's surface was light, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

You are competing, why are you destroying my palace?

Do you know how much money it will cost to repair this palace? When he succeeded to the throne, the people were in ruins, and many places needed silver, and they couldn't make ends meet.

Therefore, although he is an emperor, he is careful and frugal everywhere, and even so, there is often a lack of money.

These monks, if they are really not their own things, don't they feel distressed......

Fortunately, Li Daoxuan seemed to see Li Shimin's thoughts, and he stretched out his fingers to the ground and ran the Great Five Elements Escape Technique, closing all those cracks, and returning the crumbling Anren Hall to normal.

At this time, Zhizang finally couldn't hold on, his arms were sore, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

The giant sword is forged by Yun Zhongzi with the essence of the five mountains, Tianyi Xuanshui and other strange things, if it is not the sword master, if it is like lifting the five mountains, even if it is the magic power of the mountain, it may not be able to lift it.

Obviously, although Zhizang's elephant throwing power was powerful, he only barely lifted a few breaths, and almost destroyed the Anren Temple.

This is undoubtedly in stark contrast to Li Daoxuan's light clouds when he took over the bronze tripod before.

"Come back."

Li Daoxuan gave an order, and the giant sword immediately felt the call, and flew back into his hand with a whoosh.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, and continued to peel the pear in his hand with the giant sword, his movements were light and skillful, and he did it in one go, looking very relaxed and grateful.

After peeling all the pear skins, he took a bite and felt that the juice was overflowing, fragrant and sweet, refreshing.

"Well, the pears are good, the master doesn't taste them

It's a pity."