Chapter 436: There is a dragon-killing sword hidden in the box, and Moro is seen under the bodhi tree

Author: Duguhuan

Chapter 436: There is a dragon-killing sword hidden in the box, and Moro is seen under the bodhi tree

Chang'an, the Zen Ceremony.

Thousands of people kowtowed and worshiped the statue from afar. Wisps of devout incense and belief gathered together and enveloped the statue of the empress in green, as if she was covered with a light golden body.

It has to be said that the effect of the Zen Ceremony is really good. The ceremony has not yet ended, and the accumulated incense faith is enough to keep up with the accumulation of the local Mao God for hundreds of years.

This is just the beginning, as time ferments, and as the Tang Dynasty's national destiny becomes stronger and stronger, and there are more and more people, the belief in the Tsing Yi Empress will become very terrifying.

By then, her strength will be comparable to those powerful gods in ancient times!

Among the crowd, several people did not bow.

One of them was Xuanzang. He put his palms together and silently chanted sutras and blessed him, but did not kneel down. After all, he was a disciple of Buddhism.

But he didn't realize that in the bamboo basket behind him, the little black dog named Xiaotian was staring blankly at the handsome Taoist standing side by side with the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty on the altar.

There was excitement in its dark and translucent eyes, and it wanted to scream, but it thought of something and closed its mouth again.

It drooped its head and looked a little depressed.

At this time, a voice sounded, vigorous and powerful, crisp and clear, with a hint of heroism.

"Little monk, your dog is a good one. Do you want to sell it?"

Xuanzang turned around and found that the person talking to him was an old man wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat.

The old man has a ruddy complexion and slightly white temples. His eyes under the bamboo hat hide the clear sword light. He looks very young, but he has a straight back and a heroic spirit, like a wandering knight in the rivers and lakes.

Next to him was a handsome young man with sharp eyes and a temperament that was not feminine at all, but exuded an overwhelming masculinity.

The young man seemed to be a swordsman, carrying a sword box on his back and staring at the little black dog in Xuanzang's bamboo basket.

"ah!"

Xuanzang let out an exclamation. He was born with spiritual eyes and could often see some miraculous things. The moment he saw the sword box, he felt pain in his eyes, as if he had been injured by the sword energy, and he actually shed tears.

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The young man sneered, seeming to look down on this kind of man who cried easily.

"Young monk, if you don't want to sell, you won't sell. Why are you crying? As a man, why should you cry like a woman? Haha, what I, Yan Chixia, despise the most are people like you."

The young man named Yan Chixia had a venomous mouth and spoke mercilessly.

Xuanzang rubbed his red eyes and said: "Wan... Ren, is that sword called Wan Ren? It's so powerful!"

Yan Chixia's expression was shocked. The Wanren Divine Sword was sealed in the sword box by the master to prevent the sword from being too strong and hitting innocent people. How did the young monk know this?

He was about to ask, but the old man stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"Chixia, don't inquire about other people's secrets."

After saying that, the old man looked at Xuanzang and said with a smile: "Are you willing to sell this dog? There is also the dagger on your waist. If you are willing to sell it to me as well, this bead will be given to you."

There was a shining orb in his hand. I don't know what kind of rare treasure it was. It was as big as a child's fist and it was so beautiful.

Seeing that the master actually offered this treasure in exchange, Yan Chixia's eyes were shocked. It was obvious that the pearl was very precious.

Xuanzang shook his head and said: "This old man, Xiaotian, was given to me by my master. As for this dagger, it was a gift from a close friend of the young monk. Even if it costs ten thousand gold, I won't sell it!"

Yan Chixia muttered: "The little monk is really blind, this is a thousand-year-old clam spirit——"

The old man glared at Yan Chixia and said calmly: "The gift from a good friend is naturally worth ten thousand gold. You must know that a tael of kindness is worth more than the five mountains and three mountains. Although this young master is not old, he has a high character. How can I tolerate you?"

Criticism?"

After a pause, he sighed: "It's a pity that a good seedling has become a Buddhist."

Yan Chixia felt a chill in her heart, and her eyes changed when she looked at Xuanzang, showing some respect.

When the little black dog heard that someone wanted to buy him, he immediately bared his teeth and growled at the two of them.

The old man didn't speak, just glanced at it quietly.

In an instant, the barking stopped suddenly, and the little black dog whimpered and hid in the corner of the bamboo basket, trembling. His pupils were frightened, and he was obviously very frightened.

For a moment, it even suspected that it was dead and its head was cut off by the sword energy.

This old man... is so scary!!!

Xuanzang patted the bamboo basket and comforted the little black dog. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard the sound of a sword.

Yan Chixia's complexion changed drastically, and even the old man in black stared at her.

Zheng!

The Wanren Divine Sword kept trembling in the sword box behind Yan Chixia, making a sound of gold and iron. Under the terrifying sword energy, the seal on the box was like a flickering candle.

Faintly accompanied by the mournful cry of the dragon!

This dragon-slaying magic sword left behind by Master Xu Xun seemed to have sensed something unusual and was giving an early warning to its owner.

The old man in black gently stroked the sword box to stop the magic sword from moving, and then he raised his head and looked at the sky.

I saw that the originally sunny sky was now filled with clouds, and black wind was blowing all around, howling like a ghost crying.

"Master, is there something evil at work?"

Yan Chixia's eyes were bright and she looked around with her magical eyes, but except for the dog demon behind the little monk, there were no other demons.

"The person on the other side is not a good person. He should be here for the Zen Ceremony. There is such magical power at the feet of the Emperor. This monster is not simple."

The old man in black robe said something simple, but the sword intention in his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he was eager to try.

"Master, are you ready to take action?"

Yan Chixia asked.

The black-robed old man hesitated for a moment, then put away his sword intent, and said with a smile: "Wait a little longer, the kid on the altar is also not simple. We haven't seen him for a long time, so we can see where he has reached in his practice."

…

Li Daoxuan frowned slightly, staring at the dark clouds and dark wind above his head, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

He could feel that a very vast force came to Chang'an City, which was very similar to the eye he met when he prayed for rain before.

But the strange thing is that this power was not resisted by Chang'an Dragon Qi.

The reason why the Empress in Tsing Yi is able to appear holy in front of others without being attacked by dragon energy is because she practices the righteous way and is worshiped and canonized by Li Shimin. How can this power, which is suspected to be Moro's, be able to do this?

The clouds rolled and finally turned into a huge eye.

The moment they saw that eye, the whole people in Chang'an were in a trance, as if they had seen the true Buddha in a hazy state, ascended to the bliss of the West, and had infinite admiration.

Li Daoxuan's expression changed, "Oh no, Moro's power has become stronger again!"

The last time he saw these eyes, the other party did not have such power. Now that they met again, the aura became more powerful and terrifying, and there was also a kind of spiritual pollution to people.

It seems that if you see those eyes, you will become the other person's believer.

Their eyes met, and a ray of ancient consciousness invaded Li Daoxuan's sea of ​​consciousness. It seemed that he was afraid that he would not dare to accept it, so the other party deliberately only separated out a trace so that Li Daoxuan could destroy it at any time.

Li Daoxuan's heart moved. It seemed that the other party wanted to communicate with him in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He sneered, accepted the ray of consciousness, and his mind sank into the spiritual platform.

Anyone else would definitely not dare to do this easily, but Li Daoxuan possesses Lu Dongbin's Heavenly Escape Sword Intent and is a brave man, so he naturally wanted to meet this mysterious Moro for a while.

All this time, the other party has been hiding behind the scenes, stirring up trouble in the world. For the former Li Daoxuan, Moro was a terrible enemy that was difficult to defeat.

But now Li Daoxuan is qualified to stand in front of the other party and have an open and honest fight.

Three-inch spiritual platform.

Li Dao

"Neither a god nor an immortal nor a demon, the Buddha fell under the bodhi tree.

I was once a guest in the sky, but now I wake up from a dream called Mora."

Moro slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was like the vast starry sky and the boundless sea, seemingly shining with infinite wisdom.

"Li Daoxuan, we finally meet."
Chapter completed!