Xu Qian'an wanted to be naughty, so he shouted: Wife, co out and see the Buddha.
However, he didn't have a wife, and the heavy pressure from the statue made him unable to raise any emotions, and he instinctively wanted to kneel down and worship.
Supervisor, why don't you dare to see .....
With the thunder-like shout, Xu Pingzhi, who was struggling to support himself, had his knees softened and fell to the ground.
At the sa ti as fear, humiliation surged in his heart. Uncle Xu supported the ground with both hands and gritted his teeth and said: "Ning Yan, Cijiu, don't kneel, stand up, stand up!!" The last three words were shouted out.
After shouting, Xu Pingzhi didn't get a response from his nephew and son, and looked up... His son was holding the corridor column, with veins on his forehead bulging, as if he was trying his best to support himself.
The nephew leaned against the door, leaning on the knife with both hands, and looked up stubbornly at the sky-supporting statue in the night sky.
Then, the son and nephew looked over at the sa ti.
The atmosphere froze for a mont, but fortunately Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan looked away calmly.
Huh...the two brats still know how to save face for ! Xu Pingzhi's embarrassnt was relieved.
Puff, look at the cowardly look of my second uncle, all his energy and spirit are consud on my aunt! Xu Qian'an laughed in his heart.
Dad is so embarrassing, he kneeled down by himself, but he still yelled, fortunately there are no outsiders here! Xu Cijiu secretly despised his embarrassing old father.
"Brother, what is this, what is the plan of this Buddhist monk? You, you work in the night watchman's office, you know so inside information, right?" Xu Cijiu said intermittently. Try not to make your voice tremble.
He believes that the Western Regions and Dafeng have disagreents on certain things, so the Western Regions delegation ca to Beijing. Looking at the actions of the Buddhist monks tonight, the attitude of the Western Regions is obvious-angry!
If it is not handled properly, the alliance between the Western Regions and Dafeng is likely to break, and even a national war will occur.
As a scholar, Xu Xinnian has an instinctive desire to learn about such major events.
Xu Qi'an said carefully: "There was a little conflict, but it was not as serious as you imagined... I don't know the details. In"
Halfway through, he changed his words again, because the reaction of the Buddhist monks was also beyond Xu Qi'an's expectations.
He suddenly realized one thing. When the monk Shenshu was sealed in Dafeng, perhaps it was not just mutual help between allies, but there was another hidden story.
If it was just mutual help between allies, why would Buddhism be so angry and mobilize so many troops.
Haoqi Tower!
Wei Yuan, wearing a green robe, stood on the observation tower, looking up at a Buddha face covering half of the capital, its body was infinite, hidden in the rolling dark clouds.
"Kill the thief Arhat!"
His eyes were calm, his waist was straight, and his green robe fluttered in the wind, as if he was looking at the Dharma.
In the tea room behind them, Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou sat cross-legged with their heads down, trying their best to resist the pressure of the Dharma image.
The higher the cultivation level, the greater the oppression.
"Buddhism is still as powerful as ever." Wei Yuan sighed.
As he said that, he looked back at his two adopted sons and said lightly: "If Xu Qian'an was here, I can guarantee that he must be standing, no matter what thod he used, he would be standing."
Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou looked ashad.
In the palace, Emperor Yuan Jing, wearing a dragon robe, walked out of the bedroom accompanied by an old eunuch. He looked up and saw the Buddha's face with upturned eyebrows, as if it was hanging above the palace.
The Buddha's eyes, which were majestic without anger, seed to be staring at Emperor Yuan Jing.
In the palace, the imperial guards held spears and halberds, as if they were facing a great enemy. None of them knelt, let alone showed fear and panic.
The entire palace seed to be isolated from the majesty of the Dharma image.
"Hmph!"
Emperor Yuan Jing snorted coldly and turned back to his bedroom.
......
There are millions of people in the capital, and countless warriors, including the people from the martial arts world who have recently poured into the capital. Tonight, they are all
trembling with fear, as if facing the end of the world.
There was a huge fear and panic in my heart.
At the sa ti, I unconsciously thought, this is the capital, the core city of Dafeng, is there no one who can stop the Buddhist sect from showing off its power?
First, the little monk fought for four days without a single defeat, and tonight the Dharma image ca again, shaking the entire capital, and questioning the Supervisor from a high
position.
The Supervisor is the patron saint of Dafeng, the only first-class master.
Where does this put the face of the court, where does the face of the Supervisor, and where does the face of millions of people in the capital.
Countless people are eager for the Supervisor to take action.
In Sangpo, in the newly built Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple, the brass sword of the
founding emperor vibrated and humd, as if waiting for the master's call.
In the eager anticipation of countless people, a clear whistle sounded: "Noisy!"
The sound was pleasant and had a clear texture.
Wearing a lotus crown, a Tai Chi fish, and a touch of cinnabar on her eyebrows, Luo Yuheng walked out of the quiet room, her hair dancing wildly in the wind.
She looked up at the Buddha's face, stretched out her white right arm, and suddenly clenched her five fingers. In the pool, a rusty iron sword broke through the water and fell into her palm.
Luo Yuheng gently threw the iron sword in his hand: "Go!"
The sword energy was like a rainbow, rushing into the sky.
At first, it was like a thin fla, like a teorite going against the sky.
Not long after, the tip of the sword supported an arc-shaped air cover with a diater of 100 ters, which was the air wave ford by air resistance.
After a mont, the fiery red light illuminated the golden sky, and the golden Dharma image shone with each other. The originally thin line had grown beyond imagination.
It was like a red waterfall.
The golden Dharma image snorted coldly, and two giant palms stretched out from the rolling black clouds, trying to catch the sword light.
The two golden giant palms closed together, just clamping the sword light as bright as the
stars in the palm.
The next mont, Jiao Lei exploded in the sky above the capital, and the Dharma image's hands collapsed into golden light inch by inch, followed by the Buddha's face. The red sword light mixed with the golden light, blending into a magnificent rainbow color, dancing in the
night sky.
This magnificent scene, for the people of the capital, is probably sothing they have never
seen in their lives.
"Pah..."
Xu Pingzhi, who had just stood up with difficulty, knelt down again.
Xu Qian'an and Xu Xinnian turned their faces away again, not looking at the embarrassing scene of their father (second uncle).
Was it Luo Yuheng who attacked just now? As expected of a second-grade Taoist master, if this sword ca at like this... Xu Qi'an felt a little complicated at the mont.
He had dealt with Luo Yuheng several tis. Although he knew that she was a second-grade Taoist, he lacked a clear understanding of her strength.
It was not until this mont that Xu Qi'an clearly realized how strong a second-grade Taoist
was.
"If I had known from the beginning that this woman was so fierce, I would definitely not have dared to stare at her chest before..." Xu Qi'an felt a chill on his spine, feeling that he had been jumping back and forth on the edge of death.
Half an incense stick later, the sky returned to silence, the red and golden lights disappeared, the dark clouds dissipated, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.
It seed as if nothing had happened.
The three masters of the Xu family felt relieved. Xu Qi'an sat on the doorstep, Xu Cijiu sat on the railing of the corridor, and Xu Pingzhi stood up slowly and said in a deep voice:
"It's good to be young. You are still strong, unlike , who was caught off guard and couldn't
even stand steadily.
"But Dad was also a strong man in his ti. He fought back and forth in the midst of
thousands of troops without frowning."
He looked up at the sky and snorted, "I'm prepared this ti. If it happens again, I will never
lose my composure..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the night sky suddenly sounded like a Buddhist chant, and
the calm dark clouds rolled again.
Deep in the clouds, a golden light lit up, accompanied by the Buddhist chant, the dark clouds
rolled, and another statue appeared.
Unlike the previous statue, this one was more vivid, more lifelike, and the Buddha's face was
more ferocious.
Of course, the montum was also completely different, far better than before.
"Pah..."
The iron-willed Xu Pingzhi knelt again.
But this ti, neither Xu Xinnian nor Xu Qi'an laughed at him. Xu Xinnian collapsed directly
to the ground, sweating all over. Xu Qi'an half-knelt, supporting the ground with his hands.
He visualized the giant standing tall in his mind, and his heart was full of fighting spirit. Then, he straightened his back little by little and stood with his sword.
Is Du'e going to fight with the Supervisor? Xu Qian'an's heart sank. The capital city with
millions of people could not stand such a toss.
Bang!
At this ti, the sound of the door was pushed open.
Xu Lingyin rubbed her eyes and stepped out of the door, "Dad, it's so noisy outside..."
"Go back to the house, go back to the house." Xu Pingzhi shouted.
Xu Lingyin raised her little face and pointed her chubby finger at the sky: "There are gods in
the sky."
She was fascinated by the Dharma image and was not affected by the pressure of the Dharma
image at all.
......
"The Dharma image with angry eyes of the Vajra?!"
Luo Yuheng curled his lips, turned back to the quiet room, and ignored him.
One of the nine great Dharma images of Buddhism is the angry eyes of the Vajra, which can
only be perford by a first-grade Bodhisattva.
It has been handed over to the Supervisor, and has nothing to do with her.
At this mont, the Star Observation Tower, the Bagua Terrace.
The old Supervisor with white clothes, white hair and white beard stood on the edge of the
Bagua Terrace, standing with his hands behind his back, and the night wind danced his beard.
"The agreent back then was a matter between you and the royal family, what does it have to do with ?" The Supervisor said unhappily.
The huge and boundless Dharma image spoke, and the voice was rolling, but only the Supervisor could hear it: "If it weren't for my Buddhist sect's action back then, could you have
entered the first grade?
"Now that Shenshu has been born, if you don't give an explanation to the Buddhist sect, I will
co to Beijing in person one day."
"If you dare to co to Beijing, I will send you to reincarnation." The Supervisor sneered, and
then asked: "What do you Buddhist sect want."
"What do you want? You should know how much disaster it will bring to our Buddhist sect
once Shenshu reunites with his flesh." The Vajra Dharma Image roared.
"Then do you know how much disaster it will bring to our Dafeng if Shenshu continues to be
sealed in Sangpo?" The Supervisor asked back.
The Vajra Dharma Image said: "You Sitianjian has caused a ss yourself, and you want to
take over the responsibility of the Buddhist sect?"
"Now that things have co to this, why are you talking about these useless things? Your Dharma Image can only last for half a minute. If you have sothing to say, hurry up and finish it, and don't disturb the people of the capital from sleeping." The Supervisor said
impatiently.
"Two things: First, track down the whereabouts of the remnants of the Wan Yao Kingdom and retrieve Shen Shu's broken arm. Second, the Buddhist sect wants to borrow your Tianji disk for
three years."
"Co and get it if you can." The supervisor said indifferently.
"Okay!"
The Vajra Dharma Image dissipated.
"Huh, you didn't fight this ti?"
Xu Qi'an looked at the sky. The Vajra Dharma Image, which was as imposing as a god or
demon, had dissipated. There was no earth-shattering fight like before.
It just condensed in the sky for a while and then dissipated.
Xu Pingzhi and Xu Erlang slowly exhaled, and the whole person seed to be exhausted.
"Lingyin, don't stand there stupidly, co and help your father and your second brother back
to the room." Xu Qi'an called.
"Go, go!"
Xu Pingzhi spat at his nephew and scolded: "Co here, what's the point of raising you for
twenty years."
Xu Qi'an hurried over to support him.
After sending his uncle and Erlang back to their room, Xu Qian'an communicated with Monk
Shenshu in his mind: "Master, Master... did you see what happened just now?"
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