"The master is...... King Kong Ming Jue?"

"Exactly. ”

"Is this book a magic weapon?"

"The Heart Sutra is made of Belo leaf paper, and the monk's handwriting comes out, which is indeed a rare thing. ”

"Not ......"

Sun Heng's head was dazed, and he said, "What does the master mean, are you the King of Vajra Ming Recipe itself?"

"Exactly. ”

The white-clothed monk was still unhurried, and said: "The so-called law has a primordial spirit, and some exercises contain a certain truth between heaven and earth. ”

"In the past, when the Buddha descended to the world, he once spit out a magic spell and incarnated as the twenty-four Venerables to suppress evil demons. ”

"Taoists also say that the Great Luo Immortal Master traveled through the Tengsheng Heavenly Red Realm, lowered a talisman casually, turned into a Tianzun, educated sentient beings, and obtained immeasurable merits. ”

"All these things are the essence of the law. ”

“......”

Sun Heng's body stiffened, and he paused for a moment before fanning his wings again, and replied in a difficult voice: "I always thought that this was all an exaggeration......

He naturally knew that the law had a primordial spirit, but he just thought that the magic weapon and magic weapon would have a primordial spirit manifestation.

But I didn't think that even the exercises could become refined!

It reminded him of a movie called Five Elements Fist that he watched a long, long time ago.

In the movie, the five elements of the fist became the essence.

The white-clothed monk chuckled: "Although the poor monk is the king of Vajra, he also has to work hard for the benefactor to rescue him from the catastrophe of eternal fall into the devil's path." ”

Although he fell into a catastrophe, his face was still not hurried, not anxious, and this kind of characterization is admirable.

But......

Sun Heng smiled bitterly: "Master, I'm afraid that I have more than enough heart and not enough strength!"

The white-clothed monk saluted Sun Heng eleven times and said, "The poor monk can feel it, and the person who can let the poor monk get out of the sea of suffering is in the imperial city." ”

"As long as the donor keeps the man here, that's it!"

"Oh!"

Sun Heng's wings trembled, and he said, "I can also guess the person that the master said." However, I am afraid that I will not be able to bring him over. ”

"It's true. ”

He didn't wait for the other party to speak, and continued: "Not long ago, I pretended to be a disciple of Buddhism and entered the palace once, but unfortunately, I was seen through by the lord of the country at a glance, and I was almost imprisoned. ”

"...... like this"

The white-clothed monk paused, then smiled, and said, "It's easy to solve this problem." I wonder if the donor is interested in listening to the poor monk tell the real Vajra Ming King's secret?"

“......”

"Boom ......"

Before Sun Heng could speak, the Buddha statue in the hall was already trembling wildly: "You are just bullying me and insulting me!"

"Why? Why don't you pass on my sincere worship to the Buddha for decades, but pass it on to an outsider who doesn't respect Buddhism?"

"You all deserve to die, deserve to die!"

"Ah......h

He roared loudly, venting his inner dissatisfaction and resentment.

"Master. ”

Sun Heng was also puzzled: "What you just said, didn't you say that if you want to practice the Vajra Ming King Technique, you need to have a deep Buddha nature?"

"Hehe......"

The white-clothed monk chuckled, looked at Sun Heng and asked, "Dare to ask the donor, what is Buddha nature, what is Dao heart?"

He didn't wait for Sun Heng to answer, he continued: "Buddha nature, Dao heart, different paths to the same end, the qualitative nature of the heart of seeking the Dao. ”

"The donor's heart is boundless, it can be seen that there are many killings, but the heart is still pure. The body is entangled in cause and effect, and there are many disturbances, but the thoughts are still pure, and with such a heart of the path, there is no obstacle to practicing the Vajra Ming King Formula. ”

"Besides......"

The white-clothed monk sighed lightly: "The poor monk is the manifestation of the Yuan Spirit of King Vajra, and he doesn't want it to be lost." ”

............

Seven days later.

There is a square in front of the palace, and there is a restaurant near the square.

The name of the restaurant is Yingfo Building, which is the most famous restaurant in the imperial city.

Because, this building is inhabited by female bodhisattvas who look exquisite and know how to dress up.

On this day, the female bodhisattvas in the building all went down to the earth.

"Good!"

"Sing well, play well, and get a reward!"

A crisp, slightly childish voice sounded on the top floor.

After this sound, there were immediately all kinds of delicate female voices echoing, the voice was eager and attentive, and there was no dignified restraint in the past.

"Thank you, Childe!"

"Xie Gongzi reward!"

"Gollum ......"

A bright orb rolled down the stairs, right at the feet of a fat man.

"Pearls?"

Pang Chun, the prince of Xiangguo, bent down laboriously, picked up the jewel at his feet, and looked surprised: "It's so big?"

But I saw that the pearl in his hand was the size of an ordinary person's fist, and it was extremely dazzling.

Pearls are usually seen, but the size of soybeans and thumbs are rare treasures.

And such fist-sized pearls......

Don't say to see, even if you listen, you haven't heard of it!

"This is mine!"

A prominent, well-dressed woman walked down from downstairs and pointed at the pearl.

"No!"

A woman who did not lose her appearance at all also hurriedly walked down and said, "That is obviously given to me by Zhang Gongzi!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

The two rushed to Pang Chun quickly, disregarding maintaining their demeanor at all, and quarreled with red faces.

At the same time, he did not forget to reach out and grab the pearl in Pang Chun's hand.

"Alright, alright!"

Upstairs, the young man's voice sounded again, and it was even more lazy: "Don't rob it, one grain per person." ”

As he spoke, another pearl of the same size rolled down from the upper floor, gurgling at the feet of the two women.

"Humph!"

A woman snorted softly at her former friend, hurriedly squatted down to pick up the pearl, and bowed upstairs to thank her: "Thank you Gongzi!"

The voice said nonchalantly: "You're welcome, come back and continue to play music and dance!"

"Yes, Childe. ”

The two women hurriedly bowed down, holding their respective pearls, and were about to go upstairs.

It's just that at this time, Pang Chun said a lot.

"Such a big pearl, it can't be fake, right? The monk's trick can't always be effective. ”

He is huge, his voice is not weak at all, and there is no restraint in his speech, so others can naturally hear it clearly.

"Da ......"

The two women's footsteps paused, and they glanced at each other, and they both saw the suspicion in each other's eyes.

Oh, yes!

Such a big pearl, could it be fake?

If it is true, how can the other party be so generous? Just throw it out and reward it to others?

"Ignorance!"

Upstairs, a person snorted coldly: "I have tens of thousands of spiritual shells in captivity in the back pool, and this thing produces more than 100 grains every day, what is it unusual?"

"Heh......"

Pang Chun originally said a lot of words, whether this pearl is real or not has nothing to do with him.

But listening to the other party's tone of arrogance, he was angry, and couldn't help pouting: "What a big breath, but the more I listen to this, the more it seems to be false!"

"Tens of thousands of lingbei, producing 100 pearls a day, and so much money, come here to listen to music?"

"Bold!"

"Pedal ......"

Hurried footsteps sounded from the upper floor, and a man had hurried down from the top floor.

The person who came was wearing a golden hoop on his head, a jade belt around his waist, and a folding fan in his hand, but he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and he was looking at Pang Chun with a tense face.

The young man pointed his hand and said angrily: "That fat man, if you say one more thing, I'll listen!"

Pang Chungui is the prince of a country, even if it is a small country, how can he have been so directly reprimanded by others.

Immediately stiffened his neck, ignoring the dissuasion of Zhang Yan beside him, and said: "Just say it......"

"Hey!"

A beautifully dressed woman hurriedly walked downstairs, stopped Pang Chun's words, and said to the young man: "Don't be annoyed, don't be annoyed!"

"Don't say that this pearl is real, even if it's fake, we are willing to sing and dance for my son. ”

"Get out!"

Who knows, when the young man heard this, he was not happy and angry, and with a wave of his sleeve, he fanned the beautiful woman aside, and said, "What do you mean even if it is fake?"

"My pearls are real!"

On the side, Pang Chun's mung bean eyes almost narrowed into a slit, and he said with a smile: "That maybe! I saw someone deceive others with a trick a few days ago." ”

"Look for death!"

The young man couldn't stand it, and when he heard this, his face sank again, and his folding fan shook, and he had already fanned out towards Pang Chun.

"Woo......"

The wind is howling, and there is a great terror inside.

With the yin wind, Pang Chun's complexion changed suddenly, and there was panic in his eyes.

"Boom!"

At the staircase, a pitch-black heavy pestle suddenly slammed into a wooden plank, and the Buddha's light emerged, instantly sweeping away the yin wind in the field.

"This benefactor, why is this!"

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