Chapter 124: Meditation Monastery

Xuantianji looked at Wang Shichong and bowed slightly.

Since Wang Shichong knows the measure, then he can live well.

Xuantianji walked towards the city wall of Luoyang.

With every step he took, a cloud flew over as a step.

The wind blew, but it could not blow his clothes.

In this way, he stepped on the white clouds and went to Luoyang City.

Wang Shichong was horrified, and then turned into a thick fluke.

If he does not know how to lift, he will surely die.

What's more, Xuantianji is a person after all, and to govern the country, it must rely on people. And he, if he advances, he can grasp power, and if he retreats, he will continue to hibernate.

As long as you live, there is hope.

Xuantianji saw through Wang Shichong's thoughts, but didn't say much. As long as he is there, others will not be able to turn against him.

If you wait for a lifetime, you will die of old age, and you will not see the abdication of the people on the throne, it will be a really interesting thing.

Xuantian got down to Luoyang City and walked in Luoyang City.

His mind swept around.

So, a gust of wind suddenly blew in Luoyang City.

Xuan Tianji smiled and came to an old mansion.

At a glance, Xuantian Ji found that there were several characters with powerful breaths inside. However, in front of him, what wind and waves can be stirred?

Xuantianji flicked his sleeves slightly, only to hear a "boom", the gate made of solid wood cracked inch by inch, and the wood fragments flew away.

"Who dares to come to Lao Tzu to make trouble, don't you want to live?" A few people immediately ran out scolding, and said viciously.

Xuantianji looked at it at a glance, but everyone didn't have time to react. They fell to the ground.

With just one glance, everyone was seriously injured. Can't move.

He didn't kill these people.

For Xuantian Ji, they were too weak. It couldn't arouse his killing intent at all.

He stepped into the house.

In the middle of the room sat a middle-aged man, Angzang heroic, with a slightly longer nose and a wide mouth that seemed to hang a smile forever, full of confidence.

Seeing Xuantianji coming in, the middle-aged man immediately looked at it with a pair of eagle eyes, he wanted to see who was so bold and dared to break into his Daming Zun Sect's lair.

This one looks. His expression became solemn, because in his perception, the aura of this Taoist in front of him was like an abyss, like a prison, vicissitudes and simplicity, like a god walking in the world.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he smiled with difficulty: "I don't know what this friend is doing here, but I have a great Mingzun who teaches someone who is not long-sighted and provokes a friend." I'm going to punish them!"

Xuantianji smiled and said: "Xu Kaishan, Poor Dao is here to read the "Wisdom Sutra of the Root of Ten Thousand Laws" of your faction, I don't know what to do?"

Xu Kaishan suddenly changed color. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly: "I'm afraid that the request of the Dao Leader is excessive, but it is the thing of our sect." How can you borrow a book casually?"

Xuantianji shook his head and said, "I really don't know how to lift, since that's the case." That poor road has to take it yourself!"

He looked at it again.

Xu Kaishan only felt that the eyes of the Taoist on the other side were like substance, like a thousand catties. Through his own eyes, again and again, he slammed into the depths of his heart.

He suddenly couldn't breathe, his heart palpitated, and his whole body seemed to soften.

A feeling of weakness and despair spread throughout his body, and he felt that the opponent he was facing was a giant who had no way to defeat him.

He ran the "Imperial Ten Thousand Laws Root Wisdom Sutra" with all his might, spurted a mouthful of blood, and finally woke up from Xuantianji's eyes, and couldn't help but be shocked.

He was already frightened, where did he dare to come forward to attack, raised his breath, and ran towards the back wall.

There is an escape passage in the back wall. As long as he can reach the back wall, he is sure to escape.

Xuantianji sighed lightly, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and Xu Kaishan arrived in front of him, unable to move.

Xuantian Ji touched his forehead with one hand and used the soul searching technique.

After a moment, he smiled slightly, took a big suck, and a pamphlet reached his hand.

Xuantian Ji took a step forward and left the lair of the Great Ming Zun Sect.

The next moment, he appeared in front of a mountain.

There's a mountain here.

There is a temple on the hill.

There are some old monks in the temple.

Xuan Tianji suddenly remembered this nursery rhyme and couldn't help laughing. Like a rich boy, he walked slowly towards the mountain.

The surrounding peaks and mountains are wonderful, and the forests are beautiful. Looking up, you can see the pagoda and bell tower peeking out from the trees.

In the distance, a bell rang out.

The stone steps have been exhausted, and the Xuantian machine has reached the second mountain gate, on which are written the words "those who enter are destined".

Xuantianji stepped in and said leisurely: "There are guests coming, but you haven't come out to greet you?"

Surrounded by the Buddha's name, countless monks came out, led by four monks with a strong breath, and said: "The poor monk is not angry, he is the head of the four protectors of the temple, and he has seen the donor." ”

"Call it out, you are not qualified enough!" Xuantianji shook his head.

"Boom!" With a violent sound of a Zen staff smashing on the ground, a young monk appeared in the field.

His figure is slender and dashing, his nose is straight, and he looks very individual, and the curved curve of his upper lip and slightly upturned lower lip give off a certain indescribable charm, embedded in his slender face is both very beautiful and leisurely and complacent.

The lower collar is broad, and the beautiful face has a kind of transcendent and secular brilliance, and the demeanor is neither weak, nor is it domineering, but teaches people to look comfortable and natural.

The most memorable thing at first sight is his pair of deep and unfathomable eyes, which can make anyone born with an unfathomable depth and a heart that dare not be underestimated.

He was silent and bowed.

"I don't know what the donor is here for?" asked the monk.

"You are so brave in the meditation monastery, you dare to assassinate the emperor by taking advantage of the poor road retreat, you say, what did the poor road come to do?" Xuantian Ji's heart moved, and the Qingping sword was in his hand.

"Amitabha!" Looking at the sword, Sora, who had been practicing closed-mouth meditation for many years, finally spoke. "This matter is only related to the poor monk, the poor monk is willing to bear it, I hope that the master of Xuan Shi will not embarrass others in the temple, okay?"

"Let's do it!" Xuan Tianji said indifferently.

The wind suddenly rose in the field, and a staff was swung out, rolling up countless storms, and galloping towards the Xuantian Machine.

Xuantian Ji ignored it and walked towards the sky.

Countless storms dissipated and became invisible before they reached the Xuantian fuselage.

The four King Kongs roared angrily, jumped up, and the Zen staff in their hands brought a whistling sound and fell from the sky.

Xuantian machine took out a sword, and the Zen staff broke.

Xuantian Ji made another sword, and four people died.

With a roar of anger, a mark was formed, and a mountain appeared high in the sky out of thin air, as if it was about to suppress Xuantianji.

Xuantian Ji casually formed a Yin and Yang Taiji diagram and stopped it.

The next moment, his mind moved, and a sea appeared in the sky, swallowing the mountain.

The void spell was broken, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, his face was full of disbelief, and he muttered, "How can your spiritual cultivation be so strong?"

Xuantian Ji would not tell Sora that he had cultivated the Yuan Shen. He took one step and reached the empty body, and a sword pierced the empty body.

Empty death!

Seeing the empty death, all the monks were red-eyed, and one of them shouted: "Array!"

Xuantianji sighed slightly, and suddenly drank: "Huh!"

It was like a thunderbolt that rang out in the hearts of the monks.

The monks fell to the ground one after another, all seriously injured.

Xuantian Ji rotated his hands and formed a yin and yang diagram with a circle of ten zhang, which dripping and rotating in the sky.

The yin-yang diagram suddenly spread out, turned into a small yin-yang diagram, and burrowed into the bodies of the monks.

Xuantian Ji said: "Poor Dao is in a good mood today, and I don't want to kill too much, so I will seal your true qi as a punishment! From today on, the meditation monastery will be closed, and you will not be allowed to go down the mountain, and those who violate it will be killed!"

He stopped saying a word and walked towards the main hall. (To be continued......)