"If you were King Wen, what would you do?" Kong Kong looked at Wu Sheng.

"That goes without saying, save them!" Wu Sheng thought for a while and said.

"I guess King Wen thought so too."

"According to what you said, Master, those three ministers were probably used as swords by others. King Shen Nawen may not have done it out of his original wish. The fundamental reason is still the aloof emperor!"

"The current Holy Emperor is still unable to move. So, I guess his first step will be to find a way to kill all the three ministers' families who participated in his rebellion. He will not care whether they were voluntary or not.

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"Master, monks, please pay attention to your words."

"Oh, send them to reincarnation, and then control the ghost soldiers and plan the royal family of the Jin Dynasty."

"Then how many people will die?" Wu Sheng couldn't help but clicked his tongue after hearing this.

"Back then, he was beheaded by his whole family and all nine clans were executed. That was such overwhelming hatred that he didn't care how many people were killed!" Kong Kong said quietly.

"But he is still involved with the Jiuyou Sect!"

"Don't they want to join forces to open the door to the Netherworld and let the endless evil spirits in the Netherworld enter the human world?" Wu Sheng suddenly thought of a very scary possibility.

One has unspeakable resentment in his heart, and the other worships the Netherworld Emperor. Once the gate to the Netherworld is opened, the evil ghost Rakshasa comes to the world. One can take the opportunity to take revenge, and the other can meet their "god". There is definitely a great possibility of cooperation.

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Monk Kong Kong and Monk Kong Kong looked at each other, and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

"Master, we can't wait any longer. Tomorrow we will enter the demon-suppressing formation and remove the Rakshasa King's arms! Dismember him as soon as possible!"

"Amitabha, no life, please pay attention to this wording!"

"Attention Goudan, what time is this? Can we stop talking nonsense? What if we let them know that we still have the body of a Rakshasa king hidden here? Guess what they will do. Then King Wen controls the ghost generals,

The ghost soldiers unite with the evil cultivators from the Jiuyou Sect and charge forward together. The formations of Buddhas and demons, and the Arhats in the flesh will all be of no use at that time. Let alone the four of us, there are only four human immortals who can withstand it.

That’s both true!”

"The court will be aware of such a big movement, and I guess it has been noticed by now."

"With so many ghost soldiers, logically speaking, it should be easy for the court to discover that the Taoist priests in Changsheng Temple are not all working for a living. Why haven't they paid it off? Play a long game to catch big fish!" Wu Sheng suddenly thought of a possibility.

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"The understanding is good." Kong Kong smiled. "These ghost soldiers are easy to spot, but it will be difficult for them to find the king. But in the end, they will get together."

"Some people have a lot of ambitions, but they just haven't thought about it. How many people will die for no reason if they do this!"

"Some people have never considered the life and death of the people." Monk Kong said with some emotion.

"No matter what, I don't feel at ease." Wu Sheng said.

"In two days, we will enter the battle." Monk Kong thought for a while and said.

"Okay!" Wu Sheng clapped his hands.

After coming out of the kitchen, Wu Sheng was called aside by Kong Kong.

"What are you doing?"

"You went to Jiangxia this time and followed the female benefactor who came to offer incense. You were not discovered, right?"

"No."

"Oh, that's good. Whether it's King An or King Chu, if they notice us, we will be in big trouble." Monk Kong said.

Returning to his meditation room, Wu Sheng did not sleep, but thinking about what happened two days later. The last time he entered the formation, he successfully broke off one of its palms. It was considered a near miss. According to what Monk Kong Kong said,

It will take some time for the magic power in the formation to recover. If you enter the formation again this time, you may not be able to get as much support from the Dharma power as last time.

Cutting off an arm is more difficult and more dangerous than cutting off a wrist, so you need to make some preparations.

"But what preparations should be made?"

"Buddhist mantra?!" His eyes lit up, remembering the Buddhist mantra that he had just understood not long ago.

Although the effect is a little worse, it is better than nothing, and maybe it can be superimposed!

The more I think about it, the more feasible it becomes, and I don’t feel sleepy at all.

"Let's discuss this with Monk Kong Kong."

After leaving the room and arriving at Monk Kong's Zen room, he heard the steady sound of snoring coming from inside.

"Not to mention anything else about the Daluo Heart Sutra, this effect of falling asleep is quite good." He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but suddenly stopped while his hand was hanging in the air.

"Is he practicing in his sleep? Forget it, let's do it tomorrow. I'll go back to the room and think about it."

Wu Sheng returned to his room and thought carefully about it all night.

After dawn the next day, Wu Sheng went to Monk Kong early and told Monk Kong what he had thought about all night.

"Buddhist mantra?"

"Yeah, I thought about it for a whole night, and I think it should have some effect."

"You can try it. How about you paint two lines first and let me see the effect?"

"OK!"

The master and the disciple left the temple and found an open space on the mountain. Wu Sheng activated the Buddhist teachings and wrote a Buddhist mantra on the ground in a circle, and then placed a wooden stake in it.

"Okay, Master, you try."

Monk Kong first looked around, then he twitched the stick in his hand, and a flying rainbow appeared. The light of the talisman shone, and the rainbow stopped in front of the talisman. The air shook, and the ground between Monk Kong and the talisman cracked.

Come.

Hiss, Kong Kong secretly took a breath, and then pulled out the wooden stick in his hand again, as straight as a sword, and the sword light was blocked in mid-air again.

Empty looked surprised.

After three swords, the Buddhist spell was broken. On the ground, the spell written by Wu Sheng was still there, but it had been broken into sections and was no longer as complete as it was at the beginning.

"How is it, Master?"

"Very good!" Kong said after a moment of silence.

"I can also cast a spell." Wu Sheng said.

He then carved another Buddhist mantra on the wooden stake using his finger as a knife.

The empty monk waved the wooden stick and tried again, and instantly understood the difference between the two.

One of them acts on the outside, and the other acts on itself. If the two can be superimposed, the effect should be even better.

Next, under the guidance of Monk Kong, Wu Sheng tried to carve both kinds of spells on wooden piles. Through experiments, it was confirmed that this was feasible. Both spells worked without conflicting with each other.

Get up and use it, the effect will be better.

After the success, Wu Sheng smiled happily.

"No life!"

"Master, how's it going?!" Wu Sheng said happily, with a look like "Hurry up and praise me."

"My handwriting is terrible, I need to practice more!"

After hearing this, Wu Sheng's face suddenly turned pale.

This has nothing to do with whether the calligraphy is well written! Besides, it is not a calligraphy, it is a Buddhist mantra, a mantra!

After returning to the temple, Monk Kong returned to his room. After a while, the small round box mysteriously found Wu Sheng.

"What for?"

"Use this to write." Monk Kong opened the lid of the wooden box, revealing the contents inside, a golden liquid glowing with golden light.

"Is this gold paint?"

"Know the goods."

"Where did it come from?"

"There are still some that were used for Buddha statues in the temple."

"Uh, isn't this gold paint expired and broken?"

"It is blessed by the Buddhist teachings of eminent monks. How dare you say that it will break." Kong Kong glanced at Wu Sheng with some contempt.

"It's so precious, so how can it be used?"

"Write it on the monk's robe." Monk Kong said.

"OK."

Wu Sheng found a wooden stake as a clothes hanger, hung the monk's robe on it, made a circle, then used gold paint to pour magic power into it, and wrote the two Buddhist mantras on the monk's robe.

In the process of writing, Wu Sheng feels very smooth, as if he has been immersed in this way for a long time. After writing one monk's robe, he still has some unfinished ideas, and then he can't wait to write the second one.

After writing the mantra, the gold paint seemed to be printed on the monk's robe, shining with golden light under the sunlight, which was very beautiful.

"Well, the appearance is not bad!" Kong Kong said, looking at the monk's robe.

"What does it mean to be okay? It's quite okay."

He called Monk Wu Nu and wrote Buddhist mantras on his robes.

"Actually, Master, I think this mantra would be more effective if it was written on the body."

"What if it can't be washed off?" Monk Kong replied seriously.
Chapter completed!