"I know you don't like to be a monk, but since you have returned to secular life, what can you do when you go to the temple? If you always avoid these things, you will seem to be unable to let go. Over time, you will become a knot in your heart and attract external demons."

Jiang Zhiwei pondered for a moment and said seriously:

Xi Jiange has always taken great importance to the tempering of the mind and nature, so Jiang Zhiwei reminded Meng Qi.

Meng Qi smiled bitterly:

"I have been to the nunnery, but I am afraid that the monk temple will not work? It's just that the prince lives in Samantabhadra Zhai, and I have been involved with the King of Jin before. If I go there rashly, I may not be involved in the royal dispute and cause trouble."

He had just told Jiang Zhiwei about Zhao Yi before, and mentioned that the prince had also come to Yingcheng, and did not explain where he lived.

Jiang Zhiwei was relieved, her head raised slightly, her face turned red, her eyes looked at the sky, and said "quietly":

"I thought too much and misunderstood you."

She is not pretentious at all.

Meng Qi smiled and wisely changed the subject. The two of them smiled and headed towards the North Mountain.

After climbing a stone staircase, a pavilion appeared on the flat side of the mountain, with a group of people standing inside.

The leader looked out at the distant mountains and valleys surrounded by clouds, wearing a bright yellow robe, a tall crown on his head, and a tall posture.

Behind him was a feminine middle-aged man in a black robe and black hat. Just when he saw him, he felt cold.

Next to the middle-aged man was a monk wearing a red cassock, with fat head and big ears and a smile, making people feel close to each other at first sight.

Around them, there were five yellow-robed monks standing about forty, with thin faces. Although they were different in appearance, they gave people the feeling of being one in all appearances.

Outside the pavilion were scattered with guards in dark red outfits, all of whom were strong in temperament and extraordinary in skills.

Meng Qi's eyes sterned and said with a wry smile: "If you should come, you can't avoid it. If I don't go, I will go to the mountain, I will come to the mountain."

From this momentum alone, Meng Qi could judge that the leader was the Prince of Taijin and King Zhao Qian of Liang.

"It's a blessing or not a disaster, it's a disaster. Since you come to the door, then see me."

Jiang Zhiwei suggested.

"Of course, they are all blocked in the middle of the road. They have to hear what their purpose is, so as not to be blocked in dangerous places in the future without any alert."

Meng Qi returned to his calmness, with a long sword on his waist and a long hand in his arms, and his posture was leisurely.

Jiang Zhiwei held a long sword in her hand, and her dress fluttered with the mountain wind, like a fairy coming to the mortal world.

"Prince, please come to the pavilion and see you."

Not long after Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei walked forward, a guard came up.

"Please lead the way," Meng Qi said politely.

The guards led the two of them through the tight guard and into the pavilion on the hill.

The prince Zhao Qian turned around slowly, his facial features were quite similar to Zhao Yi and Zhao Heng, but his eyebrows were not as thick as them, but they looked light, with a slightly hooked nose, like a knife or a sword, giving people a sense of decisiveness.

"If you are destined to meet you thousands of miles away, you will meet you in the mountain road. I am so happy."

Zhao Qian's voice is mellow. If he preaches, he may have a unique charm.

Meng Qi bowed with a smile:

"The despicable man from Shanye has seen the prince."

"Every day, you can meet strangers in the lower house. This is a fate of meeting thousands of miles away, but almost everyone just passes by and has not met each other, and is because of the shallow fate."

He used a more direct analogy to tell the prince that we have a short relationship and don’t look for me if we have something to do.

Zhao Qian looked like an old monk, calmly pointing at the fat monk next to him and said:

"This is the presidency of Samantabhadra Zhai and the Avatamsaka Sutra."

"Amitabha, the two donors, are well-known."

Huayan smiled and clasped his hands together, like the kind of monk who was greedy for money on incense, oil and money. However, Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei dared not underestimate them at all. They were famous monks in the outdoor scenes, who judged others by their appearance, and lost their son Yu.

"Especially, Master Su, who was born in Buddhism, possessed the sword technique of breaking the precepts and swords. Although he was cruel, he was upright and upright, he eliminated evil and saved the trouble, did not violate the Buddha's will, and he really had a connection with my Buddha."

Huayan looked at Meng Qi with a smile.

Jiang Zhiwei, who was standing beside her, sighed in her heart that she had stepped on Meng Qi's tail. If she could still talk a few words, but once these words were said, wouldn't Meng Qi feel unhappy? You must know Meng Qi

I didn't like being a monk from beginning to end.

You are only destined to be with the Buddha, and your whole family is destined to be with the Buddha! Meng Qi cursed in his stomach, but then he laughed. Huayan was all monks, saying that he was not destined to be with the Buddha, but no one believed him. As for the whole family, with his age, his parents

If it is dead, there is no wife and children...

Seeing that Meng Qi was not speaking, Zhao Qian smiled:

"I heard about the incident of Young Master Su, and I felt quite emotional. With the Buddha's heart and holding a killing knife, isn't it the Vajra of the Protector?"

The Vajra of the Dharma Protector...Vajra...Meng Qi's impression of Zhao Qian was drifting sharply, even worse than Zhao Yi.

He smiled and said without a smile: "It is rumored that His Highness, the Crown Prince, practiced Buddhism and was empty in all four elements. Why not abandon the throne, avoid the world and become a monk, obtain great purity, and seek great liberation?"

Jiang Zhiwei also interjected: "Now that he is in love with the bank and cannot go, pursuing power, seems to be contrary to the Buddhist will?"

Both of them were referring to Zhao Qian’s hypocrisy, believing in Buddhism and lingering in the world of power.

"You! You are so disrespectful!" The feminine middle-aged man took a step forward and accused the two of them.

He did not directly suppress the momentum or teach a lesson. Su Wuming used to protect his shortcomings. If he did it and bullyed the small ones, he would not expect to leave the capital of God in this life, otherwise he would be killed.

Zhao Qian pressed his hand and signaled the middle-aged man to calm down, and said with a faint smile:

"The Buddha picked up a flower and smiled, and there were also Vajras who were angry. If they were obsessed with cultivating themselves and ignored the world, who would come to save all living beings?"

"If you can hold a great treasure in your hand and follow the world with one order, so that mortals will not suffer from the pain of exploitation, and that martial arts monks will not worry about the evil of killing, everyone will be liberated and reach the other side. I would rather give up the purgatory practice, and pursue power,

In order to achieve greater strength!”

His smile was light, but his tone was firm, and he had the spirit of going there even if millions of people were gone.

...Meng Qi was slightly shocked, and the prince was a little different from what he imagined.

"In the Middle Ages, the yellow eyebrows under Maitreya Buddha would allow his demon dragon to eat people. The prince held a treasure in his hand and could control his subordinates without plundering the wealth of the people and not giving away the human world for the benefit of Buddhism?"

Shang Yi appeared behind Meng Qi at some point, looked at Prince Zhao Qian deeply and said.

The feminine man and the Huayan monk immediately looked solemn. Their strength was not weak, but Shang Yi suddenly appeared here, but they did not have any sense of it. If they had the intention of killing Zhao Qian, no one could stop him.

The prince's expression changed slightly, and he immediately spoke:

"It turns out that he is the legendary Buddhist son, and the Buddhist son is also a Buddhist. How come he has such a big prejudice against Buddhism?"

Shang Yi said with a smile:

"I have a great relationship with Buddhism, so how could I have prejudice against Buddhism? I was just a human race first, and then a Buddhist son. What do the prince thinks?

Doesn’t the prince think so?”

Zhao Qian's expression changed suddenly. Even if he valued his identity as Maitreya's reincarnation, he would gain support from Buddhism. However, such a thing cannot be said, otherwise even if he was already the prince, he would lose the trust of His Majesty. At the same time, the Taoist sect and the aristocratic family were

It will also take action to prevent yourself from succeeding.

But he could not directly say that Buddhism is not the case. After all, now he has gained the support of most Buddhists in the real world by relying on his identity as Maitreya. Now that he says Buddhism is not, wouldn’t he have no responsibility at all!

At this moment, Zhao Qian had a grim aversion to Shang Yi who suddenly appeared. Although Shang Yi had nothing to do, he suddenly appeared here to affect him.

Shang Yi continued to speak:

"In the Middle Ages, many temples in Maitreya had indulged monster mounts to slaughter the human race, either by the dragon or by the human race. Whenever the human race masters slay monsters, these monster mounts would show their backgrounds and then admit their mistakes.

He was taken back to the temple by those monks, called imprisonment and suppression, but actually sheltered.

I really have no prejudice against Buddhism, but I have deep prejudice against Maitreya and Huangmei. If they really become the supporters of the emperor of the human dynasty, wouldn’t it betrayal of the human race and blasphemy of the human emperor?

!”

Zhao Qian's expression completely subsided. Shang Yi's remarks were to completely lose the possibility of inheriting the throne. This was a heart-defeating statement.

"Bold, how dare you say this heart-killing statement in broad daylight. Do you want to rebel?"

The feminine man shouted angrily, Huayan's face was also a bit bad. Although he had no prejudice against Buddhism, this statement would also be a blow to Buddhism as soon as he said it.

Shang Yi looked calm and ignored the feminine man. Instead, he looked at Zhao Qian and said:

"I didn't mean to spread rumors and kill my heart. That was my true thought just now.

Moreover, the True Emperor Seal is about to appear, and the Human Emperor Sword is about to come out. I came to see you to remind you that in your identity, the True Emperor Seal and the Human Emperor Sword have nothing to do with you, and there is no need to do it in Yingcheng.

The wind is getting rainy!"

Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi on the side changed slightly, but they did not expect that the prince came to Jiangdong at this time and the real imperial seal was born.

Zhao Qian's expression also changed. Although he knew through the special Buddhist channels that the true imperial seal appeared here and wanted to obtain the true imperial seal to increase his chances of succession, he did not expect that it was actually pointed out by Shang Yi.

Now the most powerful existence in the world.

Then he spoke:

"Does the Buddhist Son of Zizai also have ideas about the inheritance of the Human Emperor?"

Shang Yi shook his head and said:
To be continued...