Humane Yongchang

Chapter 548 Ksitigarbha
In full view.

Thousands of corpse-like pale Hu monks approached the city gate step by step. When they were about thirty or forty feet away from the city gate, a clear dragon chant suddenly sounded in the sky above Jinling City.

As soon as the people in the city looked up, they saw nine phantoms of five-clawed black dragons circling and intertwining over the city, forming a ferocious and majestic group of dragons, which shrouded the entire Jinling City with a cold and vast mysterious light.

In the dark, there seemed to be a majestic and mighty voice that exploded above the sky: "This is the capital of the Han emperor and the place where the emperor ruled the world. All heretics are prohibited, and all immortals, Buddhas, ghosts are forbidden!"

That voice sounded very similar to Chen Sheng's voice, but compared with Chen Sheng's usual voice, it was a little less gentle and calm, and a little more cold and deep.

But even if there was a difference, after hearing this voice, the tension and depression in the hearts of the people in the city still suddenly eased, and the fierce battle drums in their ears seemed no longer so thrilling...

Han Fei on the north city gate could more intuitively perceive how terrifying this vast suppressive force hanging down from the sky was, even with his sub-holy legalist cultivation base, he could feel dauntingly magnificent strength!

This is the manifestation of the power of the Great Han's national destiny. It is the rich capital accumulated by the Huaxia people from generation to generation, and it is used to dominate the splendid mountains and rivers in the Central Plains. It will be turned into ashes!

He let out a long sigh of relief, and asked in a low voice: "How are those monks? Did they leave or did they obey the law?"

He couldn't see, and his perception was obscured by the manifestation of the vast national destiny like a burning city, and he couldn't perceive the situation other than the manifestation of the national destiny.

Li Xin's face was ashen, and he replied in a low voice: "I didn't leave and I didn't die. I sat in formation outside the national fortune formation!"

"Ok?"

Han Fei suddenly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair. After pondering for a while, he sat up straight suddenly, stretched out his hands solemnly to straighten his clothes, and smoothed the wrinkles of his robes. Tuanlong bowed his hands and said in a long voice: "My subject, Han Fei, please walk for His Majesty the Great Han Emperor, and pay a visit to the country's fortune on behalf of His Majesty!"

The voice of the voice seemed to fly into the manifestation of the great Han's national destiny.

Not long after, a low shout accompanied by the sound of boundless fighting came from among the group of dragons: "Quite!"

The invisible voice turned into a tangible black token, which fell from the dragon and fell into Han Fei's body precisely.

In an instant, Han Fei felt as if several layers of shackles had been removed from his body, and the terrifying and suppressive force hanging from the sky, which made him daunted, also lost its dangerous aura. Instead, it gave him a kind of warmth and freshness like a spring day. People can't help but want to bathe and hug the intimacy!

After a few breaths of adaptation, he unsheathed his primordial spirit and observed the situation beyond the manifestation of the national destiny with the eyes of a humane sub-sage.

Then, he was horrified to see that a thick bright yellow Buddha's light lay across the sky above Jinling City, and a stream emerged from the monks outside the manifestation of the national destiny, passing through the manifestation of the national destiny like entering no man's land, pouring out To the Buddha light of Changning Palace!

Look carefully, there are countless small Sanskrit characters in the middle of the thick Buddha light, floating, sinking, and flashing again...

Han Fei was shocked, and shouted angrily without even thinking about it: "In the name of our emperor walking, please mobilize the luck of the country, isolate all heretic powers in Jinling, and destroy all enemies of heretics in Jinling!"

The Tuanlong appeared in response, and the nine five-clawed black dragons roared and scattered, swimming around Jinling City in all directions like lightning.

All of a sudden, there were sporadic screams in every area of ​​Jinling City, and all the evil heretics who had been hiding deeply in the past, or their own powers were very weak, all exploded under this harsh and indiscriminate blow. It became a cloud of blood mist...

However, even under such harsh and indiscriminate blows, the thick Buddha's light stretching across the sky above Jinling City remained motionless.

To be precise, it should be that the power of national destiny seems to be unable to see or touch that light of Buddha, and the power of vast national destiny sweeping across the city, whenever it approaches that light of Buddha, passes directly through it!

It's as if that Buddha's light is just the moon in the well, the flower in the mirror, the projection, and the illusion!

But the power fluctuation of that Buddha's light is so clear and powerful...

Han Fei finally changed his color. His primordial spirit circled around the city in a panic. After confirming that the place where the Buddha's light fell was indeed Changning Palace, the panic and panic in his heart almost made him unable to think rationally!
Jing Ke was defeated, and Chen Sheng led his troops to slaughter the city and country all the way to the Maurya Dynasty to avenge him!
If there is something wrong with the Chen family members in Changning Palace...

As soon as Han Fei's thoughts wandered there, he shrank back suddenly as if he had touched a taboo. He didn't even dare to think in that direction again, and then rushed forward without hesitation to the Buddha's light that spanned the sky.

"Law: The prince breaks the law, and the same crime as the common people!"

He shouted loudly, and his vigorous legalist practice erupted, turning into a huge ruler with no edge or blade, carved with densely packed laws of the Han Dynasty, and slashed towards the Buddha's light one foot at a time.

However, when the measuring ruler fell on the Buddha's light, it seemed to cut through a void, and it passed through directly, without even a single ripple!
But Han Fei clearly felt that [-]% to [-]% of the legalist power contained in the measuring ruler was consumed the moment it passed through the Buddha's light.

Frightened and annoyed, he simply scattered the measuring stick, summoned up all his strength, and slammed into it like the legendary Communist Party workers smashed into Buzhou Mountain: "Where is the evil devil heretic, dare to come to my great Han emperor!"

I saw his primordial spirit smoothly crashing into the thick Buddha light just like the measuring ruler cut out earlier, and his vigorous legalist practice also successfully caused a wave of waves in the Buddha light...

But the tens of thousands of fine Sanskrit characters that rushed over immediately made his soul feel like being struck by lightning, and it turned into a shapeless ball of mysterious light on the spot, falling into the air.

"puff!"

Han Fei, who was sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Li Xin, who had been waiting by his side, quickly reached out to support his crumbling body, and asked eagerly, "How are you? What's going on?"

Han Fei grabbed his palm tightly with his backhand, desperately suppressed the violent panting, and said loudly: "It's heaven and earth...it's heaven and earth..."

"Quick, at all costs, that is..."

"If you take human life, you have to fight to the death, to the death of those monks!"

"Go!"

He tried his best to push away Li Xin in front of him, shouted with a ferocious face, and then with a "poof", splashed a mouthful of blood on Li Xin's breastplate.

Li Xin looked down at the blood on the breastplate, then looked at Han Fei who was so angry, he pulled the city gatekeeper beside him, pointed at Han Fei and said, "Send Han Gong to the palace immediately for medical treatment. There must be no mistakes!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the city gatekeeper to respond, he raised the point steel gun inserted into the masonry, turned and walked down: "Three drums, open the city gate, attack!"

……

the same moment.

On Changning Palace and Yanqing Palace, Chen Shou, dressed in a uniform, threw the battle report heavily on the ground, and roared furiously: "Set up the beacon tower, call all the soldiers and horses in Gyeonggi, and hack to death the bald donkeys raised by these maidservants for Naigong! "

Many courtiers who entered the palace below heard the news, all of them changed countenance.

Meng Tian was the first to go out, and his cold armor was very eye-catching in the wide sleeves of the full court: "Your Majesty, think twice, with the beacon tower in the imperial capital, Kyushu will surely be in flames. The current situation is not clear. Apart from teaching bald donkeys, the other eight sects do not have traces of western bald donkeys, so it is unwise to abandon His Majesty the Emperor's painstaking efforts for more than ten years for the enemy of ants, Your Majesty!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Fan Zeng followed closely behind, bowed his hands and said: "The order to dispatch troops from the Ministry of War has been issued, and one hundred thousand troops entered the capital before Zishi. No matter what tricks the enemy has, they will not be able to stand in front of my hundred thousand elite masters." Attack yourself!"

Xiao He also stood up and persuaded earnestly: "Yes, Your Majesty, if you can't bear it, you can make a big mess..."

Chen Shou flipped the case in front of him furiously: "Fuck your mother's bullshit, the monk from the West bullied me, the old and the weak, women and children of the Chen family, and even bullied me to the front of my house. What kind of enemies are you talking about with me here? , The overall situation is important? You are shameless, my old Chen family is shameless, you are afraid of death, the men of my old Chen family are not afraid... come here, get Nai Gong a cloak!"

The roaring sound like a broken gong echoed repeatedly in the empty Yanqing Palace, like a pair of invisible big hands, bowing left and right on the faces of the civil and military men of the court.

Meng Tian, ​​Fan Zeng and other veterans changed their colors in an instant!

……

At the same time, Qunu City.

More than a thousand soldiers of the Huben Army, who were like wolves and tigers, smashed open the gate of the temple, which was covered with thick gold lacquer, and poured into it like a tide.

Not long after, the crowd parted, and Chen Sheng stepped into the temple step by step with a gloomy expression. He saw a large group of Western monks in brown and yellow robes, sitting cross-legged on the square in front of the main hall, chanting scriptures calmly, as if they were not at all concerned. Surprised their arrival.

Chen Sheng glanced coldly at these monks, and turned his head to look at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen stepped forward, cupped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, they are all here, and we haven't found any omissions yet!"

Chen Sheng raised his gaze, looked at the gorgeous temples inlaid with seven treasures around him, nodded and said, "Congratulations for me, brothers, you are getting rich today!"

Lu Chen understood in seconds, grinning grinningly, pulled out his waist knife, and walked towards the monks in the square, but Chen Sheng grabbed him and shook his head.

He slowly pulled out the Tai'a sword, tapped it on the ground and walked forward, passed Lu Chen, and walked in front of a Hu monk, and asked in unproficient Tianzhu language: "Is there anything you can tell me?"

This monk Hu, whose complexion was as dark as tung oil, and with a bony body, opened his unusually bright eyes and looked at Chen Sheng lightly, then lowered his eyelids, and remained silent.

Chen Sheng waved his sword casually without changing his expression, and walked up to the second Hu monk: "Is there anything you can tell me?"

When the words fell, there was a muffled sound of "dong", and a bloody head rolled down beside Chen Sheng. The blood sprayed out from the headless corpse sitting upright like a water gun, turning into cow hair. The rain-like blood mist enveloped Chen Sheng in it.

With his back facing the setting sun, he was dressed in armor black like ink, and bathed in blood scarlet like a demon. The Hu monk in front of him only raised his head to look at him, then closed his eyes in fright, and dared not open them again.

"Pfft."

When the Tai'a sword fell to the ground, a drop of bright blood dripped down the amber-like crystal clear bright red sword body. Chen Sheng stepped up to the third Hu monk, and said the same words: "Is there anything you can tell me?" '

The monk Hu didn't dare to raise his head, and said something in a low voice trembling with his hands clasped together.

Chen Sheng listened carefully for a few breaths, and the meaning seemed to be: "What's the use of living me, not being able to laugh happily, and what's the use of destroying me, if I don't lose my arrogance..."

He cut off this useless head with a sword indifferently, and kicked a home run: "Isn't this useful?"

He continued to move forward, one step at a time.

The hostility and tyranny around him increased exponentially as he moved forward.

There was even that timid monk Hu, who saw the birth and death of infinite demons around him at a glance, and was frightened to death...

After beheading two rows of Hu monks in a row, Chen Sheng was finally tired. With a move of Tai'a sword in his hand, a tide of sword energy was rolled up, and half of the remaining Hu monks in the square were sent to the west with one sword.

"Ding……"

The tip of Tai'a Sword landed on the stone slab and made a clear sword cry. Chen Sheng slowly turned his head to look at the remaining half of monk Hu, and asked softly, "What about you? Can you tell me something?"

His face was still calm, but his eyes were already redder than Tai'a Sword's blade!
Pairs of terrified eyes looked at him, but no one spoke.

So, Chen Sheng slowly raised Tai'a sword.

Finally, when the Tai'a sword was raised high above the top, among the Hu monks, there were young monks who had not practiced enough, their minds were broken by fear, and they recited loudly: "At that time, there are immeasurable worlds in the ten directions, and it is impossible to speak of all the Buddhas. ..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, all the remaining Hu monks looked at him fiercely.

Chen Sheng's eyes froze, Tai'a sword fell like lightning.

In an instant, all the Hu monks in the square except the young monk were instantly hacked into pieces, leaving only a pile of bones...

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The young monk was frightened and went crazy, his pupils shrunk to the size of a pinprick and howled crazily.

Chen Sheng took a step forward, passed through the blood and bones, and appeared in front of the young monk. He gently put the Tai'a sword on his neck, and the murderous Senhan blade of the Tai'a sword was instantly shattered. Stabilized the spirit of the young monk who was on the verge of collapse: "Young man, what scripture did you recite just now?"

The young monk looked up at him, his pupils dilated suddenly: "The Ksitigarbha Vow Sutra."

As soon as the words fell, his inhalation froze, and his heartbeat was like a bursting engine, which lasted for two beats and then completely turned off.

He was scared to death...

"Ksitigarbha Fundamental Vow Sutra?"

Chen Sheng put his sword back into its sheath, and his two blunt sword eyebrows were twisted into a ball.

Jizo?

Ksitigarbha?
Hell?

hell?

His thoughts were rambling, and he suddenly thought of something, and his heart throbbed, as if an invisible big hand grabbed his pumping heart.

His terrified primordial spirit came out of his body, and he swept towards Kyushu and Jinling in an instant.

……

half an hour ago.

In the Changning Palace and the flower garden of the Harem.

Zhao Qing held an unfinished ferret cloak in her arms, and concentrated on sewing it. The fiery red sunset hit her slightly plump and shiny side face, which was as gentle and quiet as Qiuhong.

It seemed that all the chaos in the city had nothing to do with her.

Suddenly, the sound of war drums that had ceased at the North City Gate began to beat again.

The sudden and intense sound of drums awakened her deep thoughts, and the sewing needle in her hand accidentally pierced the tip of her left middle finger.

A drop of blood left a blood plum on the white and silver cloak...

"Pity."

She looked at the blood plum, then at the fiery red setting sun that was about to go down the mountain, and let out a long sigh.

I don't know if I feel sorry for this ferret cloak.

Still regretting the fiery setting sun...

(End of this chapter)