Lin Lingsu said with a smile: "As long as you can break my spell, why not give you this head of Poor Dao?"

As he spoke, Daoming began to recite the Great God Mantra. flew dozens of paces, but the wine in the glass in front of him began to tremble slightly, causing ripples. This surprised Feida, and he put away the heart of this Daoming monk in his heart, and he couldn't imagine that there was really something wrong with this thief. I couldn't help but worry.

This thief's bald mantra manifests, and can even interfere with the air, indicating that this thief's bald matter is really not small. I don't know what kind of spell this great spell is?

As Daoming recited the mantra, the voice became louder and louder, and every word was like the sound of thunder, and the entire hall trembled slightly. The cups and saucers in front of everyone were beating slightly, making everyone who was careful to find this change color in shock.

However, Lin Lingsu just grinned. The more the monk reads, the more colorful butterflies flutter in the air, and gradually become hundreds, flying around the entire hall. There was even one who flew to Zhao Ji's side and danced.

Zhao Ji curiously stretched out his hand to catch it, and took the colorful butterfly in his hand, but he really caught it. When I put it in front of my eyes, I saw that the colorful butterfly was lifelike, but it was really made of rune paper. Suddenly smiled slightly, knowing that this was really an illusion, and now it was the middle of winter, where was the real butterfly?

Daoming also discovered such a scene, and the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't help but flow down. And I have to say the mantra again. But I heard Zhao Ji snort coldly: "Enough, wait for you to read it again." This Daqing Hall will become a garden!"

As soon as these words came out, Daoming's face suddenly turned like ashes. Suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards.

Zhao Ji glanced at the bloodstain in disgust, he was the emperor, and he was so elegant and clean, where could he see this bloodstain. With a wave of his sleeve: "I don't need to compare, take these monks down." ”

Zhao Heng hurriedly stood up, although he retreated from the battle just now, putting Zhang Shangying alone in front. But he also knows. If he loses this fight, his prestige will be severely hit. Especially the retreat from the battle, which will make the ministers who are interested in him cold, and his position as the prince may be shaky.

When something happened today, Zhao Heng sold Zhang Shangying. When something happens tomorrow, will you push yourself out as a scapegoat? Everyone will wonder in their hearts. So only if you win and fly, the momentum will be boosted. to suppress these thoughts. After all, these courtiers are still grass on the wall, and there are many people who see the wind and rudder!

"Father, since you said that you will be able to compete in a competition, you can only tell the winner in one game. This Dao Ming is Dao Jian's senior brother, and he is not expected to be a good person. But the other monks are different!"

Fei smiled: "Since the fighting method is over." Just convince them. lest so many thieves come to me every day to trouble. If there are a few more thieves and bald assassins, although they are not afraid, they are also very troublesome!"

Fei's heart is too bad, and he swept those monks directly into the terrorist pile when he spoke. Zhao Ji heard this. Sen Senran said: "They dare, if any monk dares to assassinate Shang's father." and destroy the temples of the world!"

When several monks heard this, they all immediately lowered their heads and chanted, not daring to raise their heads. After a while, the Hu monk stood up and said in a strange Chinese dialect: "The poor monk is from overseas!"

"Finally, it's not from Tianzhu!" Fei laughed.

Na Lizang smiled: "No, I have also been to Tianzhu, but there is no Buddhist temple in Tianzhu now." Moreover, Tianzhu is not as powerful and rich as China, and our small overseas countries are far inferior. The poor monk voluntarily died in China, and after reincarnation, he could see Wutai Mountain alive!"

Zhao Ji was comfortable listening to this, and he smiled: "It's not easy for you to come from afar." In the future, stay in my Great Song Dynasty to practice, but don't be instigated by bad people!"

Na Lizang knew that Zhao Ji was the emperor of the Chinese Kingdom, and immediately humbly threw himself to the ground and said: "The master of the people is the king of the law, thank you very much!"

Zhao Ji laughed when he heard it, and he was much more pleasing to the eyes when he saw this Hu monk. This bearded monk is thin and black, and from Fei's point of view, he should be a monk somewhere in Southeast Asia. I can't imagine the kung fu of sycophancy, but it's also quite remarkable.

"Monk Wunahu, what's the matter with you?" Lin Lingsu smiled: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The monk said, "I don't have anything else to do," and said as he took out a bowl from his bosom, which is a must-take for monks, especially when they go out. Said: "Beggar your majesty xià to give a little water!"

Zhao Ji waved his hand, and a eunuch took a pot of water and poured it into the bowl. Everyone watched to see what tricks this monk could conjure. The monk's face suddenly turned red, as if he was drunk, and he couldn't even hide his dark complexion. Lin Lingsu stood close, and even felt a scorching wave of air rushing towards him. Suddenly a little surprised, he was also well-informed, and couldn't help laughing: "What a powerful yoga clumsy fire, you monk still have something!"

As he spoke, he saw that the bronze bowl held by the monk actually emitted billowing white smoke, and the clear water in it was actually boiled, and it was boiling loudly. This time it is an insider to watch the doorway, and a layman to see the excitement. Ordinary people just think that it's just boiling the water, don't make the butterfly crane in the hand that Lin Lingsu made just now is weak, but in fact, it's not.

Like Fei, anyone who has heard of tantric clumsy fire determination knows it. This is actually quite similar to the Daomen Jindan Dao, a means of refining and refining qi. It is also to burn and boil the life essence in the lower part and turn it into true qi mana. And this monk can actually boil the water of the entire bowl with this clumsy fire that is lit, which is actually equivalent to the three-flavor true fire of the Daomen. It's quite a great means, a real feat!

Lizang smiled and handed the bowl to Lin Lingsu, Lin Lingsu smiled: "Hey, why is your water getting cold?"

Suddenly, the steaming heat in the bowl was blown away. The clear water in the bowl turned into ice.

Mo said that it was someone else, and even Na Lizangdu's face became extremely exciting, and he looked very stunned. This is also a real kung fu, without the slightest trick, just like Lizang's kung fu with clumsy fire, sending out clumsy fire to heat the clear water in the bowl. Lin Lingsu is also average, but he transformed the yin and yang qi in his body, and spewed out extremely cold qi in one mouth. That's the effect!

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