When your hundreds of years of deeds are not enough to rely on, do you dare to speak wildly and teach me a lesson?

The plump and handsome, like a newborn young man with green bamboo, wearing a gown with a brilliant purple qi, wearing a crown of twelve on his head, placed in the bright starlight, echoing the heavens and stars, the dignity and power are incomparable, but it is a calm and indifferent inquiry......

This word still lingered in her ears, how could the delicate and pretty woman be relieved, holding the decoction that had been boiled for several hours, she raised her wrist and pushed open the room, looked at the pale young man on the bed, sighed faintly, and walked forward lightly.

"Xu Xianggong, Xu Xianggong, wake up, it's time to take the decoction......"

The delicate and pretty woman called softly, looked at the delicate sweat on the young man's forehead, and hesitantly took out a close-fitting sweat towel......

"They have committed heinous crimes, what can they do......?

"He holds 100,000 living beings hostage...... , the murder committed before the Nine Hidden Streams...... , it's from my own hands, what will happen to you!"

The sound of whispering came faintly from his sleep, and then gradually became clear and audible, and the sleeping young man frowned, unusually arrogant, and his words and tone were even colder......

When Cen Biqing heard this, she couldn't help but shudder, the hesitation of holding a sweat towel finally subconsciously retreated, looking at the "Xu Xian" who was still asleep, but her heart was turbulent......

Is the whispering in the dream true?

But if this is true, what kind of person is he, and for whom did he commit this heinous sin?

Like a dream, but it is clear and abnormal, and in the dream, and outside the ghost gate of the underworld, a brilliant light appeared in the air, lingering with the light of the brilliant qi, like the golden crow in the sky, the young man wearing the Zhongtian Arctic Ziwei Emperor gown, holding one of the three innate merits of the Qingping sword, and this ghost gate slowly fell down in front of the gate.

The winding and undulating mountains are chiseled through and surrounded, the plaque on it reads the "ghost gate" three words dragon flying phoenix dance, solemn and solemn, the heavy city gate under it has long been closed, and there is no ghost general who guards the city, and the ghost shadow in the expectation is really very different, silent, only the yin wind blows the dust on the ground, raise your eyes and look around, there is not even a ghost.

"Open the door, hand over Chun Thirty Niang and Zuo Yuesu to me!"

Bao Wenzheng's heart moved, his body was wishful, and he stopped in front of the ghost gate in an instant, and shouted loudly with the "Qingping Sword" in his hand, saying: "Otherwise, I will split this city gate with a sword!"

"Minister, King Jiang of Qin Guang, meet Emperor Ziwei!"

The trembling voice came from the crack in the ghost gate, and the next moment I saw a yin wind slowly drifting in, and the king of Qin Guang, Jiang Cheng, was dignified, wearing a cyan gown, his face was as fair as an ordinary person, and he was more than seven feet tall.

"Please also ask the emperor to calm his anger, don't embarrass my underworld!"

Bao Wenzheng looked down at the almost grovelling King Jiang of Qin Guang, and when the Qingping sword was in his hand, a sense of pride arose, and he said: "Hand over the Baimang Mountain Spring Thirty Niang and Jiuyoujian Zuo Yuesu, and I won't embarrass you!"

"The sky has a heavenly rule, and the underworld also has a law, the emperor might as well invite the Jade Emperor's edict, don't say that Chun Thirty Niang and Zuo Yuesu, no matter who you want from this underworld, the little god also invites the emperor......"

That Qin Guangwang Jiang still had a flattering smile on his face, but he was a little more hypocritical and wronged, and said wittily.

Bao Wenzheng also appeared with a cold smile, looking at Jiang, the king of Qin Guang who didn't know that he was dying, and still said quietly: "So, if I don't have the edict of the Jade Emperor, I can't take Chun Thirty Niang and Zuo Yuesu away?"

"The underworld should act according to the edict of the Jade Emperor, there is a heavenly rule, please redeem the little god It is really difficult to obey his fate!"

Jiang Jiang, the king of Qin Guang, also had a teasing smile on his face, pointing to the sky and saying that he was neither humble nor arrogant: "This time is different from the past, although the emperor is a disciple of the sect of the sect and the saint of Tongtian, but now where is the majesty of the sect of the past, if the emperor has the four swords of the immortals in his hand, then Jinao Island is still the peak of the Ten Thousand Immortals Dynasty, and within these nine days and ten earths, you can be killed and taken alive and killed, hehe......."

This statement is also becoming more and more sharp, it was the dignified Qin Guangwang Jiang, and the mocking smile was unabashedly replaced by a shameful smile.

"King Qin Guang, it seems that you really won't let it go......."

Bao Wenzheng pretended to sigh helplessly, and that gloomy look appeared even more on his cheeks, and he said that he happened to see the ugly face of King Jiang of Qin Guang here, but the Qingping sword in his hand turned into a streamer, and he slashed down his neck viciously!

"Smack!"

The great head of the item was immediately cut down by the Qingping sword, and the headless body immediately fell down with a bang.

"Bao Wenzheng, you are so daring, you dare to kill the king of the underworld!"

A loud shout resounded from the top of his head, and from time to time golden flowers fell from the void, the dazzling golden light was almost impossible to look at, and when the golden light rarely turned, the dense and countless heavenly soldiers and generals all landed in unison.

In this military formation, that person has a handsome appearance, and his ears are hanging and his shoulders are bright. Wearing a three-mountain flying phoenix hat and a light goose yellow. Wisps of gold boots lined with dragon socks, jade belt flower eight treasures makeup. Carrying a slingshot crescent moon on his waist and holding a three-pointed two-edged gun in his hand, Bao Wenzheng has a lot of understanding in his heart today, this person is Zhaohui Xiansheng Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian is also.

The boy was dressed in cyan lotus leaves, holding the "Qiankun Circle" in his hand with one hand, and the "Chaotian Aya" and the wind swayed like a red glow, stepping on the "Hot Wheels" transformed by the Qingluan Fire Phoenix, and he also sneered and forced his eyes over, it was the god of the Three Altars Sea Society, Nezha who had been in the sea in the past.

"Let go of Chun Thirty Niang and Zuo Yuesu, I will leave immediately, otherwise whoever you are, you will have to ask me the Qingping Sword in my hand first!" Bao Wenzheng knew in his heart that he was invincible at this moment, but he was already difficult to ride a tiger, holding the Qingping Sword in his hand, recalling the bits and pieces of the past and Baimang Mountain, and shouted loudly at the expense of jade and stone.

"You've only been practicing for a few years, do you really think that with the Qingping Sword in hand, you can be lawless?"

Yang Jian, the true monarch of Zhaohui Xiansheng Erlang, stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds with a three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand, and looked down condescendingly, and he was even more ashamed of his disdain.

"We have cultivated for thousands of years, and my exposition is like the sky, even the Jade Emperor Lao'er has to rely on my exposition of the snort, and the remnants of the sect dare to be arrogant, today you will smash your Qingping sword, and then burn the Biyou Palace, what can you do!"

Nezha, the great god of the Three Altars Sea Society, wrapped around the "Chaotian Aya", stepped on the "Hot Wheels", and walked forward side by side with Zhaohui Xiansheng Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian, and also sneered, and the "fire spear" in his hand was even more mocking.

In front of everyone's eyes, there was no room to turn around, Bao Wenzheng faced this Erlang God Yang Jian with a single sword, and Nezha who stepped on the "Hot Wheels", and immediately stepped forward with the Qingping sword in his hand......

The Qingping sword in his hand became heavier and heavier, and the crack gradually intensified, but he couldn't break through the "three-pointed two-edged knife" in the hands of Erlang God Yang Jian no matter what, and he couldn't beat the "fire-tipped spear" in the hands of Nezha, the great god of the Three Altars Sea Society, and the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals were still waiting for it, and they couldn't splash the water around their own house......

"Bah! Intercept the remnants of the sect, and my grandson is here!"

A broken shout resounded through the sky, but on the top of the clouds was a golden and glittering figure, the man was wearing a phoenix-winged purple gold crown, wearing a chain gold armor, stepping on the lotus silk and walking in the clouds, holding the "Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick", which was also immediately smashed down viciously.......

The breeze and rain still do not stop, enveloping this antique Qiantang County, I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, although the young man on the bed is unconscious, but I am expected to see the hardships of the road ahead.

Hell is not empty, vow not to become a Buddha, all sentient beings are exhausted, and Bodhi is proven, this Buddha is the grand wish made by the Bodhisattva of the King of the South No Great Wish......

The mud stained the straw sandals, the shabby clothes stuck to the body, the monks who traveled far away held the Optimus Zen staff, and came to the Qingbo Gate of Lin'an Mansion in the smoke and rain, the broken bricks and ruins, the gloomy clouds were bleak and condensed, the city was full of crying, the light smoke of the incense, candles, and paper money drifted away with the wind, and the thin coffin stopped in front of the mourning hall......

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Buddhism has an allusion to the sacrifice of the tiger and the cutting of the meat to feed the eagle, and the monk immediately took off the free rosary bead from his neck, and outside the gate of this courtyard, he sang the "Mantra of Pulling Out All Karma and Giving Birth to the Pure Land":

"Nam no Amitabha Night, Dortagada Night, Dori Night, Amitabha Tuba ......"

The monks are compassionate, although the Qingbo Gate and the Qiantang Gate are adjacent to each other, and they know that this heavenly punishment is caused by the Qiantang Gate, but passing through this place is the fate of the law, only to suspend the footsteps, with this "pull out all karma and get the Pure Land Divine Mantra", and surpass the soul......

The sutra contains supreme wisdom, supreme compassion, supreme liberation, and the monk was bathed in wind and rain, without a drop of water or a grain of rice, and he stopped at five steps and recited the mantra of "Pulling out all karmic obstacles and giving birth to the Pure Land" over and over again.......