Wuxu sat cross-legged, and the spiritual consciousness cautiously entered the mandala. I found myself in a small golden Buddha hall, and there was a small Buddha shrine on the side of the Buddha hall, enshrined in a Buddha, this Buddha sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint cyan aura, and it was blurred with a face, and it was not real. Knowing intuitively, the Buddha on that shrine should be the key to this mandala, tried to communicate several times, but received no response. Knowing that his realm is not enough and his cultivation is still shallow, he is not in a hurry to realize the void, but he just waits for time to figure it out slowly.

Looking around, there are complex and colorful murals depicting many gods and Buddhas in Lamaism, or lying in the lotus sea, or manifesting a thousand hands and arms, or sealing or holding a dharma vessel. In the middle of the Buddha hall, there are dazzling prayer flags, red and yellow, on which are looming Tibetan scriptures. Wuxu looked at it for a while, but he couldn't understand it at all, and tried to communicate with his spiritual sense, but the Tibetan text on the prayer flag only flashed. I didn't know what it was, so I had to give up. was about to exit, but suddenly found that in the corner of the carpet under his feet, there was a touch of blue waves and a white lotus, which was the magic spell of Bi Haizhu. Wu Xuan looked at this blue wave and the white lotus, and had a feeling of being connected to his heart, and he knew in a moment that he could use it as long as he had a heart-to-heart idea. Not only that, but the carpet under his feet, the patterns on it, are exactly the same as those on the sheepskin under his own flesh feet in the tent, except for the Buddha statues such as the Great Sun Rulai in the middle and the four directions, there are many small patterns on it, in addition to the blue waves, white lotus, swords, swords, bows, incense burners, bronze bells, as well as birds and beasts, all kinds, and so on. Each pattern represents a spell and a magical power. Wu Xuan was overjoyed, and his heart was fluttering for a while, knowing that this was Mo En's murder and seizure of the treasure, and then sacrificing the mandala with his body and mind, and all the magic powers on the magic weapon were melted into the law realm, and what was engraved on it was cheaper for himself.

Wuxu sensed and communicated with the envoys one by one with many patterns on the carpet, and at the same time understood the fundamental cultivation path of the dead Moen, and used the mandala as a magic weapon to cultivate, plundered countless people, and incorporated a lot of magic powers, but it also added great power to the mandala.

At dawn, Wuxu opened his eyes, only to feel that he was exhausted from the operation of his spiritual consciousness all night, and sat on the ground twisting Buddha beads in his hands, according to the morning class in Hualien Miaofa Sect, he collected six roots, and recited Ah Mida Buddha silently. After an hour passed, Wuxu got up and put away the sheepskin under his feet, leaned on the couch covered with thick animal skins, poured a cup of fine milk casually, and slowly sipped it, while secretly thinking about the next countermeasures.

By mistake, he took away Moen's house and got his mandala. I don't know if those people noticed it last night? Can their little mortal realm cultivation at the third level get out under the noses of these old devils in the realm of real people? How can they get around? Even if they can get out, where will they go from here? Just thinking about it, a sergeant outside the tent respectfully rumored that the third prince had taken measures to gather everyone. Wuxu waited for a while, quietly walked over, lifted the corner of the thick curtain, but saw that the sergeant was still like a wooden pole, motionless outside, it seemed to be the third prince's pro-army, after the order, he wanted to return to the account with him. It's just that the disaster can't be avoided, and now, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, the tiger's den in Longtan, I can't say that I have to go on a journey. After Wuxu figured it out, he no longer hesitated, threw off the curtain, and walked out of the tent without saying a word. Seeing Wuxu's gloomy face, the sergeant didn't dare to speak nonsense, bowed slightly and clenched his fists, then turned around and led Wuxu to the big tent of the three princes.

The three princes took measures to arrive, eighteen years old, although it is pure Mongolian blood, but at this moment the country has been founded for a long time, the upper class of the Yuan and Mongolian nobles and extravagance prevailed, it is to the three princes wearing a silver and white mink as a robe, with an emerald on the forehead, plus a body of fine skin and tender meat, long hair and shawl, at a glance indescribable wealth and grace, but there is a faint expression of fierce color between the eyebrows. At this moment, the person is sitting on the top of the big tent, holding the palace maid in one hand and gently kneading it, and holding a piece of beautiful jade in the other hand and rubbing it carelessly. When he saw that Wuxu entered the tent, he didn't wait for Wuxu to open his mouth, and he gently put down the beautiful jade in his hand and laughed, "Master Moen, this king heard that yesterday the master's tent was full of Buddha sounds, and the fragrance was fragrant, and when I knew that the master's Dharma cultivation had improved a lot, I was gratifying!"

Wuxu clasped his hands together and was about to speak. I saw two big lamas on the side, their faces were different, and then at the same time there was a slight snort. This was interrupted, and the prince reached the prince, opened his eyes, looked at Wuxu carefully, and his eyes showed a thoughtful look, "I can't imagine that Master Mo En has obtained such a clever method, and this king can't even see the master's true cultivation realm." "These three princes, the third son of today's Yuan Huizong, are the princes, born in the inner palace, there are countless masters and countless elixirs to help him cultivate, although he is eighteen years old, his cultivation is like a rocket, and he has risen to the late stage of the mortal realm. He took a closer look, and the enlightenment that was standing in the tent right now, and the cultivation realm revealed was only three layers of mortal dust. At this moment, not only the three princes, Baltu and Barzan, but also some other masters in the tent also saw it, and they all showed strange expressions.

Wuxu secretly complained in his heart, but on the surface, he pretended to have an unfathomable look, he didn't look at Baltu and Barzan, he just recited the Buddha's name, and said slowly, "The southern people are Buddhist cultivators, and there are also some delicate methods, pretending to be gods and ghosts, which makes the three princes laugh." Then, with a slight "you know" look. The three princes thought they had understood the meaning of Wuxu's words, and laughed loudly, with half a compliment, with a look of "you know", and said, "Congratulations to the master, what other interesting methods does the master have, and when will he teach it to this king." ”

Baltu, who wanted to break through in Wuxu last night, suddenly said, "Senior Brother Morn, I don't know what magic powers I got last night, but Baltu wants to take a look." After speaking, he took a step forward and released his cultivation, and a copper-colored prayer wheel flew out from under the monk's robe, slowly rotating in mid-air, and a faint terrifying howling sound came out. Wu Xuan almost stood unsteadily, only to feel tightness in his chest and poor breathing. This is still Baltu's temptation, only using three points of mana.

Mo En looked at the prayer wheel that locked his head on his head, glowing with yellow light, and felt a trace of death, as if his whole body and mind were going to be pulled into it with the rotation of the prayer wheel, knowing that he could no longer sit still, he hurriedly lowered his head, activated his spiritual sense, and drove the mandala with all his strength. The parchment rose into the air, unfolding rapidly, emitting a golden light, and various magic weapons flew out one after another, scattered, and then slowly rotated on everyone's heads in a mysterious way. Immediately after the void, it seems to project a phantom of the Buddha hall, once the phantom of the Buddha hall appears, the tent is filled with a subtle and vast Buddha's breath, which seems to make everyone in the heavens and Buddha country, and there are all kinds of Sanskrit singing voices from the phantom of the Buddha hall.

"Mandala True Dharma Realm!" Baltu shouted, terrified, and stayed there. And the prayer wheel, which was originally locked on Wuxu and revealed his killing intent, slowly flew towards the parchment roll as it turned, and the roar was gone, and the color of bronze gradually changed to earthy yellow, and then swayed, blending into those swords, wooden fish, and blue waves and white lotus in mid-air, and became one with them. Baltu didn't hesitate any longer, he didn't care about his heartache for his bronze prayer wheel, he screamed again, and retreated again and again.

Wuxu only felt that it was difficult to ride a tiger at this time, and secretly regretted that he only cared about trying out all kinds of magic powers in the mandala last night, and did not completely urge the mandala to find out. In an instant, it seemed that he was about to be drained of his mana and spiritual consciousness by this mandala with frequent visions. Seeing Baltu screaming and retreating repeatedly, Wuxu hurriedly stopped driving and retracted the mandala.

All the visions in the tent vanished, and the people were silent. After a while, the three princes, who had already gotten up, took measures, walked quickly to Wuxu, and bent down to salute, "The Buddha is above, Xiao Wang takes measures, and I wish the master the supreme realm of the true Dharma realm of the mandala." Nan no Master Shakyamuni Buddha. Immediately, everyone stepped forward one after another, bowing and reciting, and even the Taoist priest Tong Yuchun, who solemnly revealed his identity last night and was silent this morning, also stepped forward to congratulate the prime minister.

The two brothers, Bartu and Barzan, were panicked and embarrassed, and finally under the gaze of everyone, they hardened their heads and stepped forward to apologize to Wuxu.

Wuxu wanted to kill the two of them, but he didn't have the strength, paused, and sang the Buddha horn, "Amitabha, Your Highness, the little monk wants to retreat for a few days, and I hope you will forgive me." "The person who is still in a shocked position is still in shock, and even the person who is chanting Wuxu is not the Buddha Shakyamuni, but the Amitabha Buddha has not paid attention, and when he heard this, he hurriedly said respectfully, "Master, please." We and others are waiting for the master to come out of the customs in this valley. ”

As the saying goes, it is not a sword, it is not a bow, it is not an incense burner, it is not a bell.

But the Buddha Hall recites the scriptures, and all kinds of Buddha names are integrated.