Outside the Pudu Cihang Palace, the sandalwood lintel is gilded to write a couplet, the upper couplet is: the morning bell and the dusk drum wake up the world's fame and fortune, and the lower couplet is: The sound of the Buddha calls back the bitter sea dream charming, horizontal criticism: turn back is the shore. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With the opening of the heavy hall, the monks who were supposed to retreat and meditate in the meditation room also came out, and the holy place of Buddhism, which had been silent for ten months, was once again filled with the sound of Buddha chanting, and the solemnity of the Buddha statue was even more evident when the incense was filled.

Ordinary good men and women are not blessed to enter this Cihang Palace, but all those who can offer incense in front of the Buddha are either rich or expensive, and the officials of the current dynasty are the first, and they are all dressed in ordinary civilian clothes.

Among the dignitaries and nobles who entered with this fish, the young man who wore a Confucian robe, "Mu Xiu Yu Lin", was young and proud, and he was already an official who worshiped the Hanlin Academy, and his face was like a crown of jade, smiling and whispering greetings from time to time, not humble or arrogant, and he was more handsome in his noble spirit.

Wang Anxu and his wife Chen Yuehui also came to offer incense today, one is to pray for the Buddha to bless the prosperity of the official fortune and protect the safety of the fetus in Chen Yuehui's womb; the other is to pray for the fate to meet the national teacher "Pudu Cihang", and also to ask for some charms for the house to protect the home, in case the ghost Mei Sanniang resurrects and comes to seek revenge.

Chen Yuehui knelt on the futon in a skirt, twisted incense with both hands and chanted words in her mouth, and her delicate cheeks were even more pious, praying silently before the Buddha.

Wang Anxu and the Buddha in front of the kowtow was originally a formality, and after the early twisted incense was handed to the monks, he pretended to inadvertently turn his eyes, only hoping to meet the national teacher in the Cihang Palace.

It's him!

The young man in the pale cyan scholarly shirt, as the crowd slowly moved from far to near, the scene before the tenth moon and in the wilderness resurfaced in his mind.

That's not the young sword immortal who rescued Mei Sanniang and escorted him to the Nine Secluded Streams in the extreme north!

Wang Anxu shuddered, and was about to withdraw his gaze, but suddenly met with the young man's gaze, and on the cheeks that seemed to be smiling, and there was clearly a mockery in the indifferent eyes.

After Bao Wenzheng entered the Shuntian Mansion in the capital of Gyeonggi, he heard the words of ordinary people that this Cihang Hall was reopened after the tenth month, and the national teacher Pudu Cihang had already left the customs, so he was deeply puzzled by the excitement of the people, so he stepped to find this place.

Although I didn't have insight into the demonic energy in the chanting of this Buddha sound, I also noticed that something was wrong......

Monks should be compassionate, why are the monks seen in this important place of Buddhism, and the incense is surrounded by indifference, if it is said that the four are empty to see through the red dust, it is also biased, because there is more indifference in the color of indifference.

Is it different from Buddhism in this bizarre world, or is there another mystery in this Cihang Hall?

Why did Lu Sanniang stay with this Shuntian Mansion for ten months, and this national teacher Pudu Cihang has been in retreat, and after Lu Sanniang left yesterday, this national teacher will leave the customs today?

Could it be that this national teacher Pudu Cihang is the demon who devours the dragon's qi?

Bao Wen was slowly following the good men and women who offered incense in front of the Buddha to the threshold of the main hall, and with a flick of his fingers, he came out silently, pushed the man who was about to pass by the monk, and fell towards the monk.

Stumbling and touching the monk, a dark force emerged from the monk, which immediately shook the man away, and a trace of demonic energy immediately converged, as if it had never appeared.

Bao Wenzheng separated the crowd of people rubbing shoulders one after another between his sleeves, and his palm seemed to cover the monk's shoulder slowly, and the mana condensed and the palm of the hand did not spit out, and it was lightly imprinted on the monk's shoulder.

"Smack!"

When it came into contact with that, a pure demonic qi counterattacked and collided with mana, and in an instant, a wave of qi swept out, as if setting off a violent wind, and the Buddha sound chanting in the Pudu Cihang Hall also stopped abruptly.

How could ordinary people be born by this sudden wind, and when they were blown away and stumbled, they were at a loss to see the strange appearance of these usually compassionate monks.

A pair of resentful eyes looked over from countless monks, and the demonic aura that was not revealed at all immediately surged out, and it was actually permeating the hall dozens of acres away.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

A melodious voice of Buddha preaching, sounding from the rather messy crowd, also seemed to come from every inch of the hall, and the thought of compassion suddenly spread like the sun, waving all the greed, hatred and obsession of the world.

The strange smile appeared on the cheeks of the good man and the woman, and he fell to the ground in unison, and in the pair of resentful eyes, only Bao Wenzheng stood more prominent.

A fierce sword intent rose to the sky, and as the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" turned into several crystalline and soft brilliance, the faint sound of Qingluan's chirping, and the voice of the Buddha Xuan, although it was faint, but it also showed the meaning of loneliness.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot......"

The meaning of compassion in the strange side echoed from all directions, like a surging wave, and for a while, it was like a morning bell and dusk drum beating people's hearts, pulling the hearts of the past to be flooded.

The good man and woman who fell to the ground on their knees, repented and wept with tears streaming down their faces, and when they kowtowed, their foreheads were already oozing red.

Bao Wenzheng looked at the strange scene of this Buddhist gate in shock, and gasped even more with a creepy feeling, what kind of demon is this, there is such a magical power!

There is a crowd of people separated from the Cihang hall, the monk wearing a bright yellow robe came slowly, the face is full of compassion is faintly the Buddha's light emerges, every step out of the smell of flowers vaguely comes, the treasure is solemn and twisted fingers and smiles, like the Buddha of great compassion descended into the world.

"The pure land of Buddhism is difficult to tolerate unpredictable people!"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot......"

The compassionate tone is like a spring breeze and rain, moistening the dry heart, as if only by bowing down can we relieve our sins, if we can always accompany this treasure to repent, or we can go directly to the Pure Land of Bliss in the Western Heavens.

"The scriptures are made of sandalwood, the Buddha is chanting, and the demons dare to speak of becoming a Buddha?"

Bao Wenzheng rose up with his sword, and the cold and fierce sword intent enveloped his body, and he shouted with disdain and disdain: "You are a beast wearing human skin, still a beast with hair and blood!"

After that, without waiting for this "Pudu Cihang" to ridicule each other, he waved the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" in his palm, and a sharp sword light was condensed like a match, and he slashed down towards the national teacher.

"Amitabha!"

Pudu Cihang's face showed a compassionate color, his hands were folded in front of his chest, and the Buddha's light shone all over his body when he proclaimed the Buddha's name.

He turned a blind eye to this fierce sword light.

The Buddha's light is like a ripple like a wrinkle, has eliminated all the sharp sword light, Pudu Cihang's bright yellow robe fluttering, white and soft palm brushing, its own Buddha light spreads, slowly stepping forward more like the Buddha in the dust, only the chill in the eyes shows a little.

"Hold the five elements, rely on the law, hide the avenue, and slash the spirit with the sword!"

When Bao Wen was pinching the sword trick, the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" under his feet had already turned into six crystal and soft sword lights, and the flying on his side was like a Ambilight, with the seven-colored light of "red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple", which was originally a faint sound of Qingluan's chirping, and it became more and more clear and bright.

Seven Ambilight colors were condensed in an instant, and the gorgeous colors like the glow of the sun, wrapped in the crystal clear sword body, once again slashed towards the national teacher Pudu Cihang.

With many good men and women on the side, the momentum of shattering the sky and the earth is unscrupulous, and the sword light of the cold forest is pouring thousands of miles!

Pudu Cihang's face was cold, his eyes were already full of resentment, and he never stopped proclaiming the Buddha's name, raised his white and soft fingers to make a flower, and popped out a mottled Buddha light and demonic energy entangled, and greeted this sword light.

When they touched, Bao Wenzheng's body shook and flew out, although he was not shocked in his heart, he had already pinched the sword technique, and on the dim "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword", it turned into a streamer and went straight into the sky.

"Cihang National Teacher is fake merciful, and there are demons hidden in human skin!"

The teasing and mocking tone echoed in this Shuntian Mansion, and Bao Wenzheng saw that the national teacher Pudu Cihang had not chased after him, so he stopped in the middle of the sword and floated and shouted loudly.

The sound of the flood bell Dalu echoed in the distance, and the people in the streets and alleys of Shuntianfu looked up in astonishment, only to see that there were immortals and floating in the air, originally panicked and happy, but after hearing this "nonsense", they couldn't help but show a suspicious look on their faces......

Pudu Cihang was just when the Qingping Sword Immortal Lu Sanniang had just left, and at first glance he saw the "Heaven Splitting Sword Codex" of the Emei Immortal Gate, but he did not chase after him because he suspected that it was a ploy, and he wanted to swallow the dragon qi and then escape.

Seeing that this junior looked like a swagger through the market, he couldn't help but be angry, and he drove the Buddha's light to rise to the sky between his sleeves, and his white and soft palm turned into a momentum covering the sky, and he shrouded Bao Wenzheng.

Bao Wenzheng pretended to be frightened, harnessed the sword light and hugged his head, and dodged the "Buddha palm" at the moment of danger, and led the national teacher Pudu Cihang to the outside of Shuntian Mansion.

The woman in the Luo skirt stopped in the middle of the clouds, staring at the sword light with beautiful eyes, a smile appeared on the cheeks of Qingli Shengxian, and he looked at the true disciple Bao Wenzheng, as well as the "demon" who was filled with demonic energy and Buddha light......

But it fell on deaf ears!