"Hum!" A round of scorching sun suddenly appeared on the top of the monk's head, bursting with dazzling white light and bursting with heat.

The surroundings are baked instantly.

The scorching sun was as big as a wheel, shining brightly, reflecting the empty monk, reflecting Li Chengkong, reflecting the entire courtyard, and Li Chengkong couldn't open his eyes.

In front of this scorching sun, the sword of the Son of Heaven with the ring finger is insignificant.

The empty monk made an angry vajra in the light, and he was about to roar.

He never expected that Li Chengkong would be the first to attack.

He was going to take the lead, but as soon as he made his own move, the eighteen Arhats immediately rushed in to help, and Li Chengkong would definitely die.

But he didn't want to be one step too late, so he was preempted by Li Chengkong.

The sword of the Son of Heaven slashed silently across the scorching sun, silently across his eyebrows, like a hot knife into butter, everything was silent.

The scorching sun is gone.

The yard became bleak.

Li Chengkong's slightly narrowed eyes opened, and he looked at the empty monk who opened his mouth and stammered, wanting to roar but could not make a sound.

The benevolent face of the empty monk was full of unwillingness and anger, his eyes were angry, and the divine light in his eyes had been extinguished, turning into a statue of King Kong with angry eyes.

This is a statue with great momentum, although it is still and does not move, but it gives people the feeling that it is being mobilized and has a strong impact.

Li Chengkong disappeared suddenly in the next moment.

As soon as he disappeared, the eighteen arhats climbed over the wall and rushed into the courtyard, but all they saw was motionless.

"Amitabha!" the eighteen arhats pronounced a Buddha horn, and then felt that something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Master of the Academy!" the eighteen Arhats drank almost at the same time.

"Amitabha!" The eighteen arhats lowered their heads and lowered their eyes, their faces solemn and solemn, and the master of the courtyard was honored with bliss, which was sad and gratifying.

They turned their heads to look, but they didn't see Li Chengkong, and went into the house to search, but found nothing, only an empty courtyard.

"Li Daoyuan, this devil!" a middle-aged monk said slowly: "It's really harmful!"

"He can't escape!"

"I'm afraid I'm out of Tianjing!"

"This devil is so bold that he ......"

"He has always been very bold, and he has mobilized all the branches to search for this demon!"

"I'll take a look!" said a middle-aged monk with a slender figure and dark eyes.

The remaining seventeen closed their mouths and stared at him at the same time.

The magic eye is enough to find Li Daoyuan's demon!

The middle-aged monk closed his eyes and opened one eye at the center of his eyebrows.

This is a golden vertical pupil, cold, indifferent, like a god looking down on all beings in the world, without sorrow, joy, ruthlessness and anger.

The middle-aged monk turned his head with his eyes closed, and his golden vertical pupils condensed slightly.

The seventeen Arhats were all awe-inspiring in their hearts.

At the look of this golden vertical pupil, the body suddenly stiffened as a stone, and he couldn't move, and only when the golden vertical pupils looked elsewhere did the body slowly recover.

The power of this magic eye can be seen in general.

After a while, the golden vertical pupils suddenly changed shape, from vertical to horizontal, like a narrow human eye.

Immediately there was a muffled "bang", and the vertical pupils suddenly soared with golden light.

The golden light pierced out like dozens of golden swords.

At this time, Li Chengkong stood on the treetops of a forest outside the city, looking back at the direction where the eighteen Arhats were.

He also has a golden vertical pupil at the center of his eyebrows.

At this time, a statue of a god appeared above his head, with handsome facial features, three eyes, a long sword in his hand, and a giant dog sitting on it.

The giant dog is the size of a tiger and looks loyal, energetic, and high-spirited.

Li Chengkong felt that it was the mythical and legendary Erlang God, but it was also different from the Erlang God Yang Jian.

Plausible, he thought a little confused and then stopped thinking about it.

At this time, the vertical pupils of the idol flowed out of a hazy golden light, like a dissolving moonlight.

Li Chengkong's vertical pupils burst out with golden light, but they were like the golden light bursting from the rising sun in the early morning.

At this time, the courtyard of Li Chengkong's prince's mansion.

"Po!" there was a crisp sound, the golden light disappeared, and the golden flat pupils disappeared from the center of the eyebrows.

The tall and thin monk opened his eyes violently, his eyes widened, but the divine light in his eyes quickly dissipated, and his eyes were dim to nothing.

He stood motionless and turned into a statue.

"Senior Brother Qin?" someone called.

The tall and thin monk is dead.

"Amitabha!" Seventeen Arhats are the same as the Buddha, tragic and grand.

——

The crown prince Huo Tiansheng was sitting in the Taishi's chair, rubbing his eyebrows, studying all morning in one breath, and he was so tired that he was dizzy.

Lu Zhaochuan and Hu Jingyi sat under him, their faces solemn.

"Your Highness, what is the national teacher doing?" Lu Zhaochuan frowned and said: "He has delayed His Highness for so long, looking at his thoughts, he can't wait for His Highness to study Buddhism all day long!"

Hu Jingyi shook his head: "Half an hour a day is enough, at most one hour to learn Buddhism, Your Highness, you are the prince, not an idler, the national teacher should be clear!"

"Maybe in the eyes of the national teacher, practicing Buddhism is the most important, more important than anything else!" Lu Zhaochuan said coldly.

"The national teacher is excessive!" Hu Jingyi said.

Huo Tianxiang rubbed his eyebrows and waved his hand: "Be cautious!"

He sighed and let go of his hand, his eyes were already bloodshot: "The national teacher must have a deep meaning, maybe he just started learning, it will take a little longer, and then it will be shortened." ”

"Your Highness, what if the national division is not shortened?" Lu Zhaochuan said.

"This ...... I'll mention it to the national teacher. ”

"What if the national teacher doesn't adopt it?"

“...... That can only obey the national teacher. ”

Lu Zhaochuan shook his head: "Your Highness——!"

"I know this is too weak, but I don't have the confidence to do it against the national teacher now, right?"

"Your Highness, you need to be tough. ”

"No matter how tough I am, I still have to respect the national teacher. Huo Tianxiang shook his head: "Otherwise, if the national teacher says a few words in front of his father, I'm afraid that I, the prince, will ......."

"Your Highness, you overestimate the influence of the national teacher too much, and underestimate the emperor too much!" Lu Zhaochuan shook his head and said slowly: "Actually, you don't have to care about the national teacher, you are the crown prince, and you are above ten thousand people under one person, how can you be bullied by the national teacher!"

"It's not time to be tough yet. Huo Tianxiang shook his head: "I didn't want to act happily, but at this time, I need to pick up my tail and walk on thin ice!"

"Your Highness is wise. Lu Zhaochuan clenched his fists: "But the tail clamping also depends on what is going on, and the majesty of the prince still has to be there." ”

Huo Tiansheng hesitated.

Although the national teacher looks amiable and kind-eyed, he must not be close to him because of this, and he will be neglected because of this.

He is a great grandmaster, and his status is respected, and he is deeply trusted by his father, and if he really wants to fight against him, I am afraid that he may not be able to win.

At this time, the tragic and solemn sound of the Buddha's horn resounded in the prince's mansion.

Hu Jingyi flashed out.

After a while, he came back suspiciously: "The national teacher was killed by Li Daoyuan!"

Huo Tian was skeptical: "Impossible, right?"

“...... I saw the corpse of the national teacher. Hu Jingyi said: "Although I watched it secretly." ”

"Amitabha!" The tragic Buddha horn sounded again, and everyone could hear the anger contained therein.

"I'll take a look!" Hu Jingyi slipped out.

After a while, he came back again, with a confused and suspicious expression, and muttered, "They were all killed by Li Xianfeng!"

Of course Huo Tiansheng didn't believe it.

Lu Zhaochuan said: "Old Hu, don't talk nonsense. ”

Hu Jingyi rubbed his face violently, erased his confusion and hesitation, and lowered his voice: "I saw with my own eyes just now, Li Xianfeng appeared in the courtyard, and the seventeen monks were about to attack, but suddenly stopped and died. ”