Chang'an, the Great Ceremony of Zen Sealing.

Tens of thousands of people kowtowed, worshiped the statue from afar, and wisps of pious incense faith gathered, shrouded in the statue of Tsing Yi Niangniang, as if it had crossed a layer of light golden body.

I have to say that the effect of the Zen Ceremony is really good, the ceremony is not over yet, and the condensed incense belief is enough to catch up with the accumulation of hundreds of years of local Mao God.

This is just the beginning, and when time ferments, and as the national fortunes of the Tang Dynasty become stronger and stronger, and there are more and more people, the belief of Tsing Yi Niangniang will become very terrifying.

By that time, her strength will be comparable to those powerful gods in ancient times!

In the crowd, several people did not bow.

One of them is Xuanzang, he clasped his palms together, just silently chanted and blessed, but did not kneel down, after all, he was a disciple of Buddhism.

It's just that he didn't notice that in the bamboo basket behind him, the little black dog named Roaring Sky was staring blankly at the handsome Taoist standing side by side with the Tang Dynasty Emperor on the altar.

Its dark eyes showed excitement, and it wanted to scream, but it didn't know what it thought, and closed its mouth again.

It drooped its head, looking a little depressed.

At this time, a voice sounded, vigorous and powerful, crisp and neat, revealing a hint of heroism.

"Little monk, you have a good dog, can you sell it?"

Xuanzang turned around and found that the person talking to him was an old man wearing a black robe and a hat.

The old man's face was ruddy, his temples were slightly white, and the eyes under the hat hid the clear sword light, and he looked not young, but his waist was straight and heroic, like a ranger wandering the rivers and lakes.

He was followed by a handsome young man, his eyes were very sharp, and his temperament was not feminine at all, but exuding a compelling masculinity.

The young man seemed to be a swordsman, carrying a sword box on his back, staring at the little black dog in Xuanzang's bamboo basket.

"Yikes!"

Xuanzang let out an exclamation, he was born with spiritual eyes, and he could often see some supernatural things, and the moment he saw the sword box, he only felt a pain in his eyes, as if he was injured by the sword qi, and he actually shed tears.

The young man sneered, as if he looked down on this kind of man who cried at every turn.

"Little monk, if you don't sell it, you won't sell it, why cry? A manly man, why cry like a woman? Hehe, what I Yan Chixia despises the most is you. ”

The young man named Yan Chixia had a very poisonous mouth and spoke mercilessly.

Xuanzang rubbed his reddened eyes and said, "Wan ...... Hey, is that sword called Wan Ren? It's amazing! ”

Yan Chixia's expression was shocked, the Ten Thousand Divine Sword was sealed in the sword box by the master, just to prevent the sword qi from being too strong and colliding with the innocent, how did this little monk know?

He just wanted to ask, but was stopped by the old man waving his hand.

"Chixia, don't just ask about other people's secrets."

After that, the old man looked at Xuanzang and said with a smile: "Are you willing to sell this dog?" And the short sword at your waist, if you are willing to sell it to me, this bead will be given to you. ”

There was a brilliant orb in his hand, I don't know what kind of treasure it was, it was as big as a child's fist, and it was beautiful.

Seeing that the master actually took out this treasure in exchange, Yan Chixia's eyes were shocked, obviously the bead was very precious.

Xuanzang shook his head and said, "This Ah Weng, the master gave me the sky, and as for this short sword, it was given by a close friend of the little monk, even if it is ten thousand gold, it will not be sold!" ”

Yan Chixia muttered: "The little monk really has no eyes, this is a thousand-year-old clam essence-"

The old man glared at Yan Chixia for a moment, and said lightly: "The things given by friends are naturally not exchanged, and they must know one or two about righteousness, which is better than Wuyue and Three Mountains, although this little master is not very old, but his heart is extremely high, how can you criticize it?" ”

After a pause, he sighed: "It's a pity that a good seedling has entered the empty door." ”

Yan Chixia's heart froze, and her gaze at Xuanzang changed a little, revealing a little respect.

When the little black dog heard that someone wanted to buy him, he immediately grinned and roared at the two of them.

The old man didn't speak, just glanced at it quietly.

In an instant, the barking stopped abruptly, and the little black dog whimpered, hiding in the corner of the bamboo basket and shivering, his pupils frightened, obviously frightened.

For a moment, it even suspected that it was dead, and its head had been cut off by the sword qi.

This old man...... It's horrible!!

Xuanzang patted the bamboo basket and comforted the little black dog, and just wanted to speak, but suddenly heard a sword groan.

Yan Chixia's complexion changed greatly, and even the old man in black stared.

Zheng!

The Ten Thousand Divine Sword continued to tremble in the sword box behind Yan Chixia, making a sound of gold and iron, and under the terrifying sword aura, the seal on the box was like a fluttering candle flame.

Faintly accompanied by the sorrowful roar of the dragon!

This sword left by Master Xu Xun seemed to have noticed something abnormal and was warning its master.

The old man in black stroked the sword box lightly to stop the movement of the magic sword, and then he looked up at the sky.

I saw that the sky, which was still sunny, was now cloudy, and there were gusts of black wind blowing around, whistling endlessly, like a ghost crying.

"Master, could it be that there is something evil doing evil?"

Yan Chixia's eyes were bright, and she looked around, but except for the dog demon behind the little monk, there were no other demons.

"The other party is not good, it should be for the purpose of sealing the Zen ceremony, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there is such a magical power, this demon, it is not simple."

The black-robed old man said that it was not simple, but the sword intent in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he seemed to be eager to try.

"Master, are you ready to make a move?"

Yan Chixia asked.

The black-robed old man hesitated for a moment, put away his sword intent again, and said with a smile: "Wait a little longer, that kid on the altar is also not simple, I haven't seen him for a long time, just look at where he is in his cultivation now." ”

……

Li Daoxuan frowned slightly, staring at the dark clouds and black wind above his head, and a trace of ominous premonition arose in his heart.

He could feel that a very vast force had descended on Chang'an City, very similar to the eye he had encountered when he had begged for rain before.

But the strange thing is that this force was not resisted by Chang'an Dragon Qi.

Tsing Yi Niang Niang was able to appear in front of people without being attacked by dragon qi because she practiced the right path, and she had Li Shimin's worship and canonization, how could this suspected power of Moro be done?

The clouds rolled and finally turned into a giant eye.

The moment they saw that eye, the people of the entire Chang'an were in a trance, as if they had seen the true Buddha in the haze, ascended to the Western Bliss, and gave birth to infinite admiration.

Li Daoxuan's face changed, it's not good, Moro's strength has become stronger again!

The last time he saw these eyes, the other party didn't have this kind of power, but now that they met again, their aura became more powerful and terrifying, and there was also a kind of spiritual pollution to people.

It's as if if you see that eye, you will become a believer in the other person.

Looking at each other, a wisp of ancient consciousness invaded Li Daoxuan's sea of consciousness, as if he was afraid that he would not dare to accept it, and the other party deliberately only divided a trace, so that Li Daoxuan could be wiped out at any time.

Li Daoxuan's heart moved, it seemed that the other party wanted to communicate with him in the sea of knowledge.

He sneered, accepted the wisp of consciousness, and sank into the spiritual platform.

If it were someone else, he would definitely not dare to do this easily, but Li Daoxuan had Lu Dongbin's Heavenly Escape Sword Intent, and he was a master of art and bold, so he naturally wanted to meet this mysterious Moro for a while.

All along, the other party has been hiding behind the scenes, stirring up the world, and for the former Li Daoxuan, Moro is a terrible enemy that is difficult to defeat.

But now Li Daoxuan is already qualified to stand in front of the other party and break his wrist openly.

Three-inch spiritual platform.

Li Daoxuan saw an ancient Bodhi tree, under the tree there was an evil man sitting on the lotus platform, black clothes and black hair, his facial features were handsome and flawless, with a feminine domineering spirit, and his whole body was filled with an evil charm.

"Not a god, not an immortal, not a demon, the Buddha fell under the Bodhi tree.

He used to be a guest in the sky, and now he wakes up in a dream. ”

Moro slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was like the vast starry sky, the boundless sea, as if flashing with infinite wisdom.

"Li Daoxuan, we finally met."

(End of chapter)