At this time, Wang Zimo was tied up in a temple.

Perhaps because the incense is not prosperous, the temple has not been cleaned for many years. The cobwebs in the corner of the wall were intertwined, and on top of it lay a green spider the size of a walnut, quietly approaching a cicada stuck to the web. The cicada flapped its wings anxiously and squeaked, adding to the panic in the tense air.

Wang Zimo was gagged and tied to a pillar with his back to him.

In front of him was a statue of Virujana Buddha, who preached the immeasurable Great Sun of Enlightenment and the Dharma Realm, and looked directly at the cicada with pity.

The golden cicada in front of the Buddha, the temple hides the tarantula.

All beings are equal, so why hunt for food?

The way of Buddhism is also the way, and the road of heaven is three thousand.

How much death is a person, only look at the present!

Man is a sword, I am a fish!

"It's really a narrow road!"

The familiar voice disrupted Wang Zimo's thoughts.

He wondered who this voice was, judging from the tone in which he spoke, he must be an enemy.

But he has just come to Jiuli, and there is no one to make enemies at all, who is it?

While the prince meditated, a man dressed in black in a nightwalking suit stepped out from behind the Buddha.

"Wang Mo!"

"No!

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect to meet you so soon!" the man in black slowly lifted his hood, revealing a familiar face.

"Han Tianhong!"

The prince suddenly felt extremely humiliated.

If he wanted to break his head, he would never have thought that it would be Han Tianhong, the person who tried to kill him several times but didn't kill him. He took a deep breath and looked at Han Tianhong coldly, not knowing how he had come to Jiuli through the chaos.

But no matter what, the person who was tied to the pillar at this time was him, and he must be more than lucky.

"The Han King of Jiuli has just been summoned to report the Lu clan and a reward of 10,000 taels. Those who report the devil will be rewarded with a mansion, given 100 domestic servants, dozens of beauties, and knighted officials, and received 100 million taels of gold. Those who enter the capital at the head of the demon head will enjoy a city!"

The more Han Tianhong spoke, the more excited he became, and he walked to the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and stared at Wang Zimo with bright eyes.

This temple is very strangely repaired, two in and two out, but the temple is built on all sides, surrounded by a mouth shape. The square blue sky above the head happened to be blocked by the crooked neck willow tree, and the leaves fell into the patio with the breeze "whoosh" into the patio, and the thin and long leaves spread all over the ground, making a "rustling" sound when stepped on.

"Say, who could that adversary be?"

Han Tianhong patted Wang Zimo's face, gritted his teeth, and asked word by word: "You say, I will carry your head to Kyoto, where will King Han give me?" Don't worry, you and I will be in the same country, I will leave a temple for you, hire a few monks, recite scriptures and recite Buddha for you all day long, and cross the sea of suffering!"

After knowing that the opponent was Han Tianhong, Wang Zimo was not afraid. The two phantoms sat opposite each other on the road, although they were still the same, Wang Zimo felt that the two of them had an untraceable connection with the distance.

Before leaving, Dai Xiaomo and Mo Hongyan restored Wang Zimo's Dao Pan to its original state, and although the cultivation was still perfect, it was very different from before.

At the same time, Dai Xiaomo removed the imprint surrounding the prince's silent platform, refined it and injected it into the phantom on the Dao plate. And Mo Hongyan seemed to have come to join in the fun, faintly, she could see the hearts of the two phantoms beating and jumping.

He seemed to know what the prince was thinking.

Han Tianhong untied the rope unhurriedly, took a few steps back, and said coldly: "Don't think that only the ancient people of Kunxu know the shortcut to cross the Kunlun Heavenly Moat, the Han clan's genealogy is also recorded. As long as you find the location of the wormhole, you can get out of Kunxu by drilling into it. That day, I was looking for a wormhole under the crack of the sky, but I didn't expect to see an old witch flying over with you on her back, the old witch raised her hand to summon the wormhole, and hurriedly got in.

The prince silently took out the Liqian bell and put it on his body, putting away the fire so as not to scare Han Tianhong. Then put on the ice silkworm gloves in front of him.

Since the Battle of Ten Thousand Corpses Mountain, the snow-white ice silkworm gloves have been dyed maroon, and they can't be washed off no matter how they are washed.

"Where's your knife, take it out!"

"It's broken. The prince said it casually, as if he were relaying someone else's business. "Now I don't have any weapons to take advantage of, so I can only fight you with my bare hands!"

Han Tianhong's weapon is a gilded rattan bow, and any weapon against it is cumbersome, and only two fists are the most suitable. Besides, the real peace, Wang Zimo doesn't want to be known too early.

But he saw that Han Tianhong did not take out the gilded rattan bow, but took out a vajra demon pestle from behind the Buddha!

The Buddha said that the Buddha is the Buddha, and all living beings are awake. Bodhi ginseng, enlightened Zen. In the three lifetimes of his life, he knocked on Brahma, and the relics turned in a cylinder. I don't want to become a Buddha, I only wish to see you.

Very late.

Jizo inspires to meet each other, draw King Kong with dry bones, and sleep with a demon pestle. Ten thousand Buddhas end up with a good heart to overcome demonic thoughts. I have no regrets in this life, and I will accompany the Buddha.

If reincarnated, return!

Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a cheese drinking immortal, who participated in the Buddha's enlightenment and attained merit during his lifetime, and became a vajra bone after his death. Later, it was discovered by Emperor Shakti and made it into a weapon, which was the Vajra Demon Pestle, which everyone was familiar with later.

Han Tianhong was not in a hurry, his hands were folded while explaining, and he walked out of the side of the Buddha with the support of the demon pestle with his arms, and said to the prince silently: "When I came to this temple, I felt like I was calling, and my heart was kind to the Buddha. ”

The prince didn't know why, when he was a child, he heard Da Ji mention that there is a group of people in the world who call themselves monks with shaved heads, ring bells and chanting scriptures all day long, and become a Buddha wholeheartedly.

"The Buddha's heart is good!" Wang Zimo knew very little about the Buddha.

"I've never killed anyone. But you, your hands are covered with blood, how is this different from the devil? It is better to put down the butcher's knife and follow me here to meditate on the Buddha, and meet you as soon as possible, and the merit is immeasurable. ”

A willow leaf was reluctant, the breeze came, curling, kissing the old skin of the willow tree, and finally fell into the courtyard.

"Life is like a leaf"

Han Tianhong pointed to the falling willow leaves with a dignified expression.

Said: "The leaf has no size, a leaf has a life, the leaf falls into reincarnation, the autumn wind passes, and there is no leaf to escape." Even if you enter reincarnation, fighting and killing is also death, why not meditate to the Buddha?"

Wang Zimo was stunned by Han Tianhong, did this guy's head be crushed by a wormhole? After coming out of Kunxu, he was enlightened and talked about Buddhism to him.

Bursts of Sanskrit sounds lingered, and the Buddha Virujana, who was sitting behind Han Tianhong, seemed to be alive, and the word "swastika" on the heart moon wheel was shining, and landed on the demon pestle with the Sanskrit scriptures.

Han Tianhong was inspired, sat cross-legged on the spot, recited the Vajra Great Day Nyorai Heart Sutra, closed his eyes and recited sincerely.

"Hum, Binding Riluo, Dadu, ......"

Pure scriptures cleanse the soul.

In an instant, Wang Zimo really forgot everything. Facing the Buddha, that childlike heart was completely open.

At this moment, the two phantoms hidden in Prince Merdan's field were suddenly suppressed to the extreme, and a thick layer of hard shells formed on their bodies, starting from their feet and slowly spreading upwards until they devoured all.

Buddha pays attention to understanding.

What is understanding, to put it bluntly, is the perspective of looking at the world.

As Lu Dutian said: "People's horizons are very narrow, a cube, ordinary people can only see one side, the wise man can see two sides, the saint is facing one point, can see through three sides, if you see four sides, then the transcendent saint, the true God also!"

Thinking of this, the prince couldn't help but reflect on himself. Da Ji also said something similar, the reason why people make progress is to constantly reflect on themselves.

Coming and going hurriedly, the white horse passed by, and in the blink of an eye it was eighteen years old.

From the age of fourteen, he was sent to Baiyun Temple, and he stayed for two years. After two years of waste, at the age of sixteen, he was able to open his mind, realize the Great Yan Sutra, and since then he has entered the official career. I learned that I was engaged to a baby kiss, and it was an in-law with Dai Xiaomo in the notorious Yang Pool.

Such things are unbelievable, but they are real.

Then Sanhezhuang changed drastically, and he couldn't tolerate him and Da Ji, so he followed Lu Dutian to chase Da Ji to Kunxu. I thought I could live a comfortable life in Yindu again, but I never thought about it......

Ay!

In the end, nothing was left.

Except for a scar, there is no substance. It's a burden from Daji, but Dai Xiaomo's husband can't afford this responsibility, and Yin Jitong's childhood sweetheart is at a critical juncture for her......

Tears flowed slowly from the corners of her eyes.

It is warm at first, but it is cold when it hits the cheeks. Dripped down the sharpened chin and stained with dust, but did not disperse, but remained bead-shaped, rolling towards the gap between the stones.

Suddenly, the prince silently opened his eyes, and his eyes looked at the Buddha Virujana like a torch.

"I'm sorry!"

Facing the Buddha Prince Mo bowed deeply, "The disciple's obsession is too rigid, I can't let it go!"