With magical powers, I can quietly meditate on sutras for hundreds of years and become an immortal.

Chapter 126 No Passage

"The defense is quite tight."

In the huge and solemn tent.

Li Zhen took a leisurely stroll in the garden.

It was as if he had not broken into the enemy camp, but was on a spring outing.

The jade pendant dimmed his energy.

His superhuman strength allowed him to easily avoid the patrols of the guards in this camp.

Although these royal guards are loyal enough, the guards are also strict enough.

But all this could not stop Li Zhen from arriving.

Even though it's not completely dark yet.

He glanced around and browsed the camp at will.

Keep everything in sight.

Gradually, the little bit of interest disappeared in the countless unsightly sights.

"Even with the emergence of a strong ruler."

"But these barbarians who make a living as nomads still don't have the appearance of a civilized country."

Shaking his head, he sighed softly.

Li Zhen stopped staying outside and went straight to the co-owner on the grassland.

There is no need to search for it deliberately.

Where the tents are the most luxurious, where the guards are the most heavily guarded.

That place must be where the barbarian Khan's golden tent is.

Step forward, walk lightly.

Enter quietly without anyone noticing.

My eyes suddenly opened up.

It was as if we were not walking into the camp of a prairie ruler.

On the contrary, it is more like the emperor of the Central Plains staying in the palace.

When this scene came into his eyes, Li Zhen couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

He looked at the Central Plains utensils that could be seen everywhere in the camp and the expensive brocades spread on the ground.

A look of amusement couldn't help but appear on his face.

It seems that this Khan still admires the Central Plains culture very much!

With this thought in mind, a slight conversation suddenly came from the passage nearby.

His mind moved and he listened.

"Father Khan is really old and has lost the favor of the Immortal God!"

"How can you be so obedient to those foreign monks and grant everything they ask for?"

There was some irrepressible anger in the rough voice of a middle-aged man.

"Did the prince fail to see the Great Khan during this trip?"

"Humph!"

"My father only knows how to meditate, but he doesn't see my son in his eyes."

"Be careful"

Footsteps passed by, and there was a sound of curtains being lifted.

As a gust of cold wind blew, Li Zhen's thoughts flickered in his heart, hiding in the darkness.

It seems that not everyone in the golden tent on the grassland is of the same mind as the Khan.

Factions and battles also exist.

Wherever there are people, there will be fights. The ancients do not deceive me.

But isn’t the same thing true for the Zhou court?

Not to mention, the civilization and laws were far inferior to those of the Golden Horde Khanate on the grasslands of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

And thinking about it, such a battle would be far more cruel and bloody than the one fought by the Zhou Dynasty.

But these seem to have nothing to do with Li Zhen.

The purpose of his trip was to meet the talented Khan.

By the way, I would like to take this opportunity to knock those monks who are careless.

They were like peacocks with their wings spread, dangling in front of their eyes.

Day by day, as if they were afraid that others would not know that they had some strength, they were looking for trouble everywhere.

Buddha country, Buddha country!

Can you really build one and show it to me?

With this in mind, Li Zhen walked forward with ease.

Passing through the luxurious spaces in each tent full of nouveau riche temperament.

Avoiding all the exotic maids.

Go straight and come to a room with a faint scent of sandalwood.

"who!"

The two burly men on guard stared angrily.

Just when he opened his mouth, it suddenly felt like someone had taken away the bones.

He fell limply to the ground.

"Hey!"

"The monk's method is really useful."

He whispered with a bit of surprise in his heart.

After the dizzy divine light disappeared from his eyes, Li Zhen stepped over the two unconscious guards on the ground.

Gently, push the door open and enter.

"Respect all the Buddhas of the three generations, as well as their righteous Dharma and the monks."

"In response to the virtuous disciple Bodhi Guang, I urge you to show your enlightenment and enlightenment."

The golden light is brilliant and the Buddha's voice is gurgling.

Li Zhen did not see the generation of heroes who roamed the grassland.

All I saw was a devout believer who was reciting unknown scriptures.

squeak~

The door slipped away, half open and half closed.

The sudden movement obviously alarmed the rickety old man.

He suddenly turned around, and the pious and humble Buddha spirit in his body disappeared in an instant.

Like a hungry wolf in the prairie, his eyes immediately focused on the person coming.

The aura was majestic, as if there was a bloody storm coming towards his face.

No words spoken.

Li Zhen also stared at the old man whose face changed so quickly and so completely.

His eyebrows were raised slightly, his expression calm.

Suddenly, he reached out and slapped his nose, and said with some disgust:

"The scent of the monks' incense is too strong, but the poor Taoist can't get used to it."

"you"

The old man was hesitant to speak, and his expression was on the verge of losing sight of the guard who fell behind the door.

He quickly put away the fierce look on his face and said with a smile:

"Where did the Taoist priest come from?"

"If you don't want to smell this smell, you and I can go out and talk."

Pretending to be relaxed, the words came out.

What's strange is the nonsense Li Zhen said to him.

But what he said to Li Zhen was pure Zhou Mandarin.

Hearing this, Li Zhen looked calm and smiled slightly.

He didn't pay any attention to the prairie hero's temptation.

I just thought in my heart that I really have a plan for the Central Plains.

Otherwise, what can you do by learning this Zhou Mandarin?

Such thoughts flashed through my mind.

Somehow, his usually calm mood seemed to be a little restless.

Rejecting his kindness, he said softly:

"That's not necessary."

"Pindao came here uninvited. He just heard that Khan was interested in Buddhist and Taoist sects."

"I came here in a hurry, thinking about telling the Khan my true meaning."

"But now it seems that it is a step too late."

Li Zhen shook his head gently, looking a little regretful.

But the grassland hero never let down his guard and suppressed the anger in his heart.

He was also carefully observing the Taoist priest who broke into his golden tent by unknown means.

Some people don't understand. This is what this person spends so much time on?

As the anger in his heart grew stronger, his expression became calmer.

He calmly thought about countermeasures.

Suddenly, he smiled, clapped his hands and said:

"It's not too late, it's not too late!"

"Taoist Priest, please drink a glass of kumiss while I call several masters to debate the meaning of the scriptures."

"No matter who wins or loses, I don't mind building a few more Taoist palaces to enshrine a few more masters."

Listening to his words of delaying time, Li Zhen also smiled back:

"No need."

"They are already here."

Shining white teeth flashed before his eyes.

In a daze, there was a chilling feeling echoing in my heart.

The old man sitting cross-legged on the futon looked puzzled and looked out the door with some expectation and sternness in his eyes.

However, I saw that the place was still empty with no sign of anyone.

He cast doubtful eyes on that hateful Taoist.

He shook his head calmly and said calmly:

"Khan, that's wrong."

wrong?

Where is wrong!

This demon, you were teasing me from the beginning, right?

A blush appeared on Khan's face.

If he hadn't been old, he would have lost the courage he once had.

If it weren't for the Taoist priest who broke into the golden tent, it would look too weird.

He had already picked up the scimitar inlaid with seven kinds of Buddhist treasures and severely chopped off the man's head.

Only in this way can the anger in the chest be relieved.

But now, it's not too late.

Khan's hand behind his back kept pulling on a rope.

He looked at Li Zhen coldly, as if looking at a dead person.

"Not over there."

"This way!"

He didn't care at all about the murderous look in his eyes. Li Zhen gently waved his hand to attract his attention.

At the same time, a bizarre scene occurred.

The big tent above the head seemed to be cut open by an invisible sharp blade, and the cold wind surged in.

The Khan couldn't help but shudder.

His eyes looked at Li Zhen again, changing again and again.

However, what frightened him the most was a palm that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes.

What are you going to do, you monster!

Before he could say his angry words, he was beaten back by gusts of cold wind.

Then, Khan was horrified to find that he was flying.

His feet were off the ground, and a sense of weightlessness surrounded his heart.

It seems that we are getting closer and closer to the sky, so close that we can easily catch the flowing clouds.

He was frightened, he was uneasy.

He didn't even dare to lower his head to look.

There was only one thought left in my panic-stricken mind.

This demon is really good at demon magic.

"Khan, look."

An indifferent voice came to my ears.

"The monks are coming."

Khan suppressed the discomfort in his heart and lowered his head to look down.

In the camp, which had become a bit smaller, two masters wearing red robes and cockscomb hats came together.

"Bah!"

"What kind of demon is causing trouble here?"

Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.

It's like the roar of King Kong, or the sound of Buddha singing in Zen.

It's like stereo sound surrounds the ears, making people feel stuffy.

"Monks don't have much skill at their hands, but they are quite capable of doing evil things."

Li Zhen dug his ears and cursed in his heart.

But looking at the two yelling villains below, I felt nothing.

Buddhism is great if it is great.

But Li Zhen, why should he be afraid?

Not to mention now, even at the beginning, I was not afraid at all.

Otherwise, he would not extort the incense method from Wu Xiang.

From beginning to end, all he was afraid of was trouble.

However, his personal troubles are in front of the lives of millions of ordinary people in the world.

It seems that it has become not worth mentioning.

"Hey"

Li Zhen sighed leisurely.

I promised to just be a spectator in the world and pursue true freedom.

After all, I still couldn't hold it back.

But then again.

It’s not just these monks who are causing trouble!

We must kill them for this unhealthy trend.

Thoughts flashed through my mind, and I felt refreshed.

Having done everything, Li Zhen was never a hesitant person.

I was too lazy to keep talking and bickering with these two great monks.

One hand held the hero of the grassland like a chicken.

Overturning with one hand, the true energy is mighty.

Long before, Li Zhen often thought about how to improve the two forms of Sanshou he had created before by using the path of cultivation.

But there has been no breakthrough progress.

Until, he understood the true meaning of true essence and the principle of derivation of magic.

Li Zhen suddenly understood.

He can completely use magic to present it.

Although it is different from the previous simple techniques that imitated the natural phenomena of heaven and earth.

But for Li Zhen, who had personally performed all this, it was not difficult.

Walking all the way, thinking all the way.

To this day, the first form is finally completed.

The true essence stirs up changes in the world.

Over the past sixty years, the clear understanding of the principles of yin and yang has become the thread that connects inspiration.

Then, it got dark.

A pair of huge palms, intertwined in black and white, filled with a dazzling charm, fell from the sky.

He suddenly held the two great monks who seemed to be dumbfounded in his palms.

The hands are folded and suddenly pinched.

Whistle and bustle.

There seemed to be golden dust falling.

Everything was quiet, people and horses were silent.

Seeing this scene beyond ordinary people's imagination, no one dared to make a sound.

Li Zhen was suspended in mid-air by a gust of wind.

Looking at the scene below, he rubbed his chin with one hand, seeming thoughtful.

"Maybe this is Sanshou right now."

"No, magic!"

"The name Yin Yang Mill is no longer suitable. It's time to change it."

But, what is it called?

In the silence, Li Zhen thought hard.

Suddenly, an idea flashed.

"Just call it, the innate yin-yang capture big hand seal!"

"Pindao is really a genius at naming names."

He nodded with great satisfaction.

He looked down at the countless guards and tribal cavalry who were frightened.

Li Zhen dispersed the spell and threw the two unknown monks to the ground with a bang.

He didn't kill them, he just taught them a small lesson.

By the way, I explored the way incense works to extend life.

At a glance, I gained something.

This can be considered an unexpected surprise.

Then he patted the lost Khan and called his soul back.

Then he leisurely said softly:

"It seems that the Buddhist teachings of the masters that Khan trusts are no more than this, and the poor Taoist is slightly better."

"Yes Yes!"

Khan Nono nodded, he was completely speechless now.

Immortal God, Buddha

This demon is inhuman!

"Since we have won, Pindao will not force Khan to believe in me."

"It's just a trivial request, and I ask the Khan to agree to it."

"Taoist Master, please tell me, Xiaohan will definitely agree."

The wind chilled my heart, and cold sweat broke out on Khan's back again and again.

I can't help but feel sad.

I have no idea where I provoked such a demon.

I secretly hate that those monks are a bunch of waste.

He didn't dare to say anything in rebuttal. He only hoped that after agreeing to the demon's request, he could be spared his life.

"Easy to say."

Hearing this, Li Zhen's smile grew stronger.

He lifted the person in his hand, fearing that he could not see clearly.

He pointed to the hazy mountains hidden in the clouds in the far distance to the south.

The voice is slow, neither slow nor fast:

"With the mountain as the boundary, no traffic is allowed in front!"

Without waiting for his mind to react, another word came into his ears:

"If the Great Khan wants to expand his territory, he might as well go to Tianzhu."

"Pindao heard that there is a lot of wealth there."

Calm voice, simple words.

But when it fell into Khan's ears, it pierced his soul like a sharp sword.

The deepest things in his heart were revealed.

He smiled bitterly.

I want to raise my head and see the appearance of the person behind me.

After struggling, he could only be shrouded in shadow.

"What's going on here, let me go."

I was in a trance when I heard this.

Khan felt himself flying again, and there was a flash of light and shadow in front of his eyes.

After a while, he stood down-to-earth in the Buddhist hall again.

His legs felt weak and he almost wanted to kneel on the ground.

The expression on his face was red and white, and finally he hammered the ground with his hands angrily and shouted:

"Somebody come!"

"Are they all dead?"

And the sky outside the golden tent.

There is an immortal floating away in the wind.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and clouds covered three thousand miles.

The main camp was several miles away.

A Hu'er riding a little red horse looked at this scene.

Dementia is the same.

(End of this chapter)