Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 436 There is a dragon-killing sword hidden in the box, see Mo Luo under the Bodhi tree

Chang'an, the ceremony of enshrining Zen.

Thousands of people kowtowed and worshiped the statues from a distance. Wisps of devout incense and belief gathered and shrouded the statue of Tsing Yi Niangniang, as if a faint golden body had been cast on it.

It has to be said that the effect of the Zen Conferring Ceremony is really good. The condensed incense and belief are enough to catch up with the hundreds of years of accumulation of the local Mao God before the ceremony is over.

This is just the beginning, wait for time to ferment, and as the national fortune of the Tang Dynasty becomes stronger and more people, the belief of the Empress in Tsing Yi will become very terrifying.

At that time, her strength will be comparable to those powerful gods in ancient times!

Among the crowd, several people did not bow down.

One of them is Xuanzang, he clasped his palms together, and just silently chanted sutras and blessings, but he didn't kneel down. After all, he was a disciple of Buddhism.

It's just that 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 Tang on the altar.

There was excitement in its black and bright eyes, and it wanted to scream, but it didn't know what to think, and it closed its mouth again.

It drooped its head, and its expression became a little depressed.

At this time, a voice sounded, vigorous and powerful, crisp and neat, revealing a hint of boldness.

"Little monk, your dog is not bad, do you want to sell it?"

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

The old man's complexion was ruddy, his temples were slightly white, and the eyes under the bamboo hat hid a clear sword light. He looked not young, but his waist was tall and straight, and his momentum was bold, like a wandering knight.

Beside him was a handsome young man with very sharp eyes, and his demeanor was not feminine at all, but exuded a compelling masculinity.

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

"ah!"

Xuanzang let out an exclamation, he was born with spiritual eyes, and he can often see some supernatural things. The moment he saw the sword box, he only felt a pain in his eyes, as if hurt by the sword energy, and he shed tears .

The young man sneered, as if he looked down on this kind of man who cried at every turn.

"Little monk, if you don't sell it, don't sell it. Why cry? A man, why cry like a woman? Hehe, I, Yan Chixia, look down on you the most."

The young man named Yan Chixia has a very poisonous mouth and speaks without mercy.

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

Yan Chixia's expression was startled. The Master sealed the Wanren Excalibur in the sword case to prevent the sword energy from being too strong and colliding with innocent people. How did this little monk know about it?

He was about to ask, but was stopped by the old man with a wave.

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

After finishing speaking, the old man looked at Xuanzang and said with a smile: "Are you willing to sell this dog? And the dagger on your waist, if you are willing to sell it to me, then this bead will be given to you."

In his hand there was a radiant orb, some kind of rare and rare treasure, it was as big as a child's fist, and it was beautiful.

Seeing that Master actually took out this treasure in exchange, Yan Chixia's eyes were shocked, it was obvious that the bead was very precious.

Xuanzang shook his head and said: "This old man, Xiaotian was given to me by my master. As for this short sword, it was a gift from a close friend of the monk. Even if it is ten thousand gold, I will not sell it!"

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

The old man glared at Yan Chixia, and said indifferently: "Of course, the gift from a friend is worth ten thousand gold. One or two of understanding and righteousness are better than the five mountains and three mountains. Although this young master is young, he has a high-minded heart. How can you tolerate it?" Criticism?"

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

Yan Chixia's heart shuddered, and the gaze she looked at Xuanzang changed a little, revealing a bit of 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 abruptly, and the little black dog whimpered, shivering in the corner of the bamboo basket, his pupils frightened, obviously frightened.

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

This old man... is terrible! ! !

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

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

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

Vaguely accompanied by the cry of Jiaolong!

The dragon-slaying sword left by Celestial Master Xu Xun seemed to have sensed something unusual and was warning its master.

The old man in black stroked the sword case lightly, and then he stopped the movement of the dharma sword, and then he raised his head to look at the sky.

I saw that the originally sunny sky was now filled with cloudy clouds, and there were black winds blowing around, whistling endlessly, like a ghost crying.

"Master, could it be that there are evil spirits at work?"

Yan Chixia's eyes were bright, and she raised her eyes to look around, but there were no other monsters except the dog monster behind the little monk.

"The person who came from the other party was not kind. It should have come for the ceremony of enshrining the Zen. Under the feet of the emperor, there is such a supernatural power. This monster is not simple."

The old man in black robe said it was not easy, but the sword intent in his eyes became brighter, as if he was eager to try.

"Master, are you ready to make a move?"

Yan Chixia asked.

The old man in black robe hesitated for a moment, put away his sword intent again, and said with a smile: "Wait a little longer, the kid on the altar is also not simple. I haven't seen you for a long time. Let's see what step he has reached in his cultivation now."

……

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

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

But the strange thing is that this force was not resisted by Chang'an Longqi.

The reason why Tsing Yi Niang Niang was able to show her holiness in front of others without being attacked by dragon energy was because she practiced the righteous way, and she was worshiped and canonized by Li Shimin. How could this power, which is suspected to be Mo Luo, be able to do it?

The cloud rolled and finally turned into a huge eye.

The moment they saw that eye, all the people in Chang'an were in a trance, as if they had seen the real Buddha in a hazy state, ascended to the Western Paradise, and felt infinite admiration.

Li Daoxuan's complexion changed, no, Mo Luo's power has become stronger again!

When he saw these eyes last time, the other party didn't have such power. Now that they meet again, the aura has become stronger and more terrifying, and there is also a kind of spiritual pollution to people.

As if seeing that eye, you will become the other party's believer.

Eyes met, a ray of ancient consciousness invaded Li Daoxuan's sea of ​​consciousness, as if he was afraid that he would not accept it, the other party deliberately only separated a trace, so that Li Daoxuan could wipe it out 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 that wisp of consciousness, and sank into the altar.

Anyone else would definitely not dare to do this lightly, but Li Daoxuan possessed Lu Dongbin's Heavenly Escape Sword Intent, a man of high skill and boldness, so he naturally wanted to meet this mysterious Mo Luo for a while.

For a long time, the other party has been hiding behind the scenes, stirring up the wind and rain in the world. For the former Lee Do-hyun, Mo Luo was a terrible enemy that was difficult to defeat.

But now Li Daoxuan is qualified to stand in front of the other party and break his wrist openly.

Three-inch Lingtai.

Li Daoxuan saw an ancient bodhi tree, and under the tree was a strange man in black clothes and black hair sitting on a lotus platform.

"Neither gods nor immortals nor demons, the Buddha fell under the Bodhi tree.

He used to be a guest in the sky, and now he is called Moluo in Mengxing. "

Mo Luo slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were like the vast starry sky, the boundless sea, seemed to be shining with infinite wisdom.

"Lee Daoxuan, we finally meet."

(End of this chapter)