Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 416 Immortal of the Eastern Land, Five Sacred Epee Sword

Hearing Empress Tsing Yi's words, everyone in the hall looked at Li Daoxuan with meaningful expressions.

Especially those Tubo envoys, they found that they still seemed to underestimate this real Li, one of the other's maids, unexpectedly shocked Guru Zhizang to such an extent.

And from what she just said, it seems that 400 years ago, she seemed to have personally witnessed the severe drought in Tibet.

Some with flexible minds have even made up a story in their brains.

This woman can live for 400 years, it is very likely that she is a great demon, and then she was subdued by Zhenren Li and became a maid.

In myths and legends, those maids and boys under the sect of gods and Buddhas are often big monsters with extraordinary backgrounds, such as Laojun's Qingniu and Guanyin's boys.

For a moment, Li Daoxuan, who was already very scary, became even more unfathomable in their hearts.

The other party's every move and every look seemed to have a deep meaning, like a mountain rising up, like a deep ocean, so they didn't even dare to look up.

"Amitabha!"

Zhizang clasped his palms together, recited the Buddha's name, and said: "The benefactor spared no effort to save the people, and the poor monk admires her."

After a pause, he stared at the maid in blue, and asked, "The matter of the holy cauldron is a secret of my Tantric sect. I don't know how the female benefactor learned about it?"

There is a sentence that he didn't ask because he thought it was too incredible.

According to the records of Esoteric Buddhism, Master Lingbei who hit the mountain 400 years ago was not a monk, but a pure monk. For decades, the morning bells and evening drums, the ancient Buddha with blue lights, without a trace of magic power, but with a heart of compassion.

When the severe drought occurred, Master Lingsai took pity on the common people. He knelt down every three steps and bowed every five steps. After walking for more than 300 miles, his knees almost collapsed before he finally climbed up the holy mountain.

There, he prayed devoutly, imploring the Arhats and Bodhisattvas in Nalanda Temple to save the common people.

Even though Seven Days and Eternal Night hadn’t happened at that time, the gods and Buddhas responded less and less to the human world. Even a devout believer like Lingzhi couldn’t invite the gods and Buddhas for help.

Zhizang once read that record, and it is said in ancient books that the soul kowtowed in grief, and the gods and Buddhas were silent, but they met the immortals of the Eastern Land, gave them mana, and saved the common people.

The book didn't mention who the Eastern Land Immortal was, it was just mentioned briefly, and it was written in a rather obscure manner, maybe because he really didn't know, or maybe he didn't want to say it.

This period of history was buried in the long river of time and became a secret of Tantric Buddhism. Therefore, people only know the holy tripod, but they don't know why it is the holy tripod.

Zhizang speculated at the time that either the Zongmen felt that this matter was disgraceful and was unwilling to publicize it, or that this matter was false and its authenticity was doubtful.

As a disciple of Tantra, he used to be more inclined to the latter, but now he feels that this matter may be true, but Tantric sects keep it secret and don't want to mention it.

Zhizang looked deeply at the maid in blue.

After all, he is a cultivator of the Yang God who possesses the clairvoyance of the sky. Although he still can't see through the opponent's cultivation base and realm, he has discovered many miracles after feeling it with his heart.

For example, although the maid in green is ordinary in appearance, she has a holy aura that makes people look up to, like a goddess carved from jade.

For example, she just stood quietly, but her aura faintly merged with the heaven and the earth, frowning and raising her eyes, everything flowed naturally, and between looking and looking, there seemed to be a spiritual light bursting out.

Visibility is like the light of the sun and the moon, and distance is like the journey of stars!
The longer he watched, the more miraculous things Zhizang saw. In the end, he felt intoxicated, as if he was constantly digging out some great treasure.

Ordinary people can't look directly at the gods and Buddhas, but for Yangshen monks, they can learn a lot from the gods and Buddhas. The other party's every move is full of Taoism, like an ancient scripture containing supreme mystery.

Facing Zhizang's gaze, Empress Tsing Yi frowned slightly.

She knew that the other party was not lustful, but even so, she still felt a little unhappy.

At this moment, Li Daoxuan stood up and stood in front of her, blocking Zhizang's sight.

"Hey, little monk, why are you still called a master in vain, why are you staring at my maid?"

Li Daoxuan's eyes revealed a trace of unkindness.

Zhizang came back to his senses, a ripple appeared in the lake of his heart, he lowered his head, a trace of blush appeared on his fair face, he hurriedly said: "It's the poor monk Meng Lang, please don't blame me!"

Li Daoxuan snorted, and suddenly said: "Little monk, you invite me to take a tripod to drink, I have already taken it, and it is not rude to come and go, please take one thing too!"

He thought that this monk was very personable, so he didn't intend to embarrass him anymore, but seeing the way the other party looked at the empress, Li Daoxuan felt a little unhappy, so he planned to beat him again.

"Little monk, I don't want to bully you either, so just take the pear-cutting dagger from Pindao."

After finishing speaking, Li Daoxuan threw the Juque sword out casually. At this moment, the Juque sword was only four inches in size. It looked dark and ordinary, and it was even stained with a few pieces of pear skin.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt very ridiculous.

The dagger looked unremarkable, just now Li Daoxuan used it to peel the skin in front of everyone, and the process of throwing it was also ordinary, not at all comparable to Zhizang's power when he threw the bronze tripod.

Zhizang took a deep breath, he didn't underestimate Li Daoxuan, but used his power of throwing elephants with all his strength, his arm muscles were knotted, his blood was like an oven, and the veins under his cassock were like big dragons.

Under the gaze of everyone, he held the dagger with his outstretched right hand.

There was a momentary stagnation in the arm, as if it was successfully held, but the next moment——

collapse!
The muscles in Zhizang's arm tensed for a moment, and he made a sound like a hemp rope being straightened. His complexion quickly turned red, not because of embarrassment, but because of his qi and blood, and he was blushing from being suffocated.

Click!
Cracks spread under Zhizang's body, and the ground in Anren Hall seemed to be cracking.

After one breath, Zhizang's arm trembled in the air, and he finally used his other hand, holding the small dagger with both hands together.

Click!
The cracks on the ground continued to expand, spreading like spider webs, the pillars were shaking slightly, and the entire Anren Hall was crumbling.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

Wang Bo stood up to protect Li Shimin, ready to turn into a giant ape to block the palace that was about to collapse.

Li Shimin looked calm on the surface, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

You guys just compete, why do you want to destroy my palace?

Do you know how much money this palace will cost to repair?It's really not that the head of the family doesn't know the daily necessities. When he succeeded to the throne, the prosperity of the people was in decline, and a lot of waste was waiting for prosperity. Many places needed money to make ends meet.

Therefore, although he is an emperor, he is always careful and frugal, and even so, there are often situations where money is not enough.

These monks really don't feel sorry for their own things...

Fortunately, Li Daoxuan seemed to have seen Li Shimin's thoughts. He stretched out his fingers and used the Great Five Elements Escape Technique to close all the cracks and restore the crumbling Anren Hall to normal.

At this time, Zhizang finally couldn't hold on, his arms were sore, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

The Juque sword was forged by Yun Zhongzi with the essence of the Five Mountains, Tianyi Xuanshui and other strange things. If it is not the sword master, holding it is like lifting the Five Mountains, even if it is a supernatural power, it may not be able to lift it.

Obviously, although Zhizang's elephant-throwing supernatural power was powerful, he could barely hold up for a few breaths, and almost destroyed Anren Hall.

This undoubtedly formed a sharp contrast with Li Daoxuan's calm and breezy appearance when he received the bronze tripod before.

"return."

Li Daoxuan gave an order, and the Juque Sword immediately felt the call, and flew back into his hand with a whoosh.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, and continued to cut the pear in his hand with the Juque sword, the movements were light and skillful, and he did it in one go, looking very relaxed and grateful.

After peeling off all the pear skins, he took a bite, only to feel that the juice was overflowing, the fragrance was sweet and refreshing.

"Well, the pears are pretty good. It would be a pity if the master didn't taste them."

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