Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 282 [Tang Emperor’s Nightmare, Jinghe Dragon King]

Chang'an City is bustling with hawkers everywhere, and people in strange clothes are walking on the streets. Today, the Tang Dynasty has a vast power. There are hundreds of small countries in the surrounding area paying tribute to the Tang Dynasty, and there is a trend of thousands of nations coming to pay tribute to the Tang Dynasty.

The current Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shiming, was brave and good at fighting when he was young, and he loved talents. He had countless talents under his command, which made the Tang Dynasty the most glorious empire to date.

In Chang'an Imperial City, night falls, and the stars shine with a faint light. Today's moon is very round, and you can see clearly without lighting a lamp.

Tai Chi Palace is the residence of today's Emperor Li Shiming, but even after nightfall, the Tai Chi Palace is still brightly lit.

In the brightly lit Tai Chi Palace, hung with red damask and filled with sandalwood, Xuanzang sat cross-legged on the stone floor of the hall, twirling a string of jade Buddha beads with his fingers, his face astonishing, and chanting Buddhist sutras in his mouth.

The entire hall was filled with the sound of Buddha, and Li Shiming on the bed slept peacefully tonight.

Li Shiming has been having nightmares every night in recent days. He is haunted by the spirit of an evil dragon that wants to kill him, making him unable to sleep peacefully for several days.

And just now, Buddhism has entered the middle-earth and promotes the theory of immortals and gods. And so today, Xuanzang came to pray for the Emperor of Tang in order to subdue the evil dragon.

As time passed slowly, it was now midnight. The full moon in the sky was shrouded by a dark cloud, and the entire city of Chang'an fell into darkness.

"Hurrah!"

Outside the Tai Chi Palace, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the majestic wind waves blew the vegetation and trees, making a "swishing" sound, like the roar of thousands of troops.

"Li Shiming will give me my life back."

There was a hint of sadness in the resentment, but more of an angry hatred. The voice slowly spread into the Tai Chi Palace, and Li Shiming, who had fallen into a deep sleep, woke up instantly.

"Mage! He's here."

Li Shiming swallowed hard, with a little fear in his eyes.

If he said he was afraid, Li Shiming was not particularly afraid. After all, he was still the emperor of the human race. He had luck to protect his body. Not to mention being a lonely ghost, not even the Daluo Golden Immortal could hurt him.

However, regarding the dragon soul matter, Li Shiming was indeed wrong.

The Dragon King of Jinghe had previously entrusted Li Shiming with a dream, asking him to help him make a speech to heaven and spare his life. It would have been fine if Li Shiming had not agreed, but it was his fault for agreeing to this matter, but he did not care, thus allowing this The Dragon King of Jinghe was sent to the dragon cutting platform.

"Amitabha, when is the time for retribution? It's better for this donor to put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

Xuanzang stood up and looked at the door with a nonchalant expression.

"Bang!"

The moment Xuanzang finished speaking, the door suddenly roared open, and a rather large black mist dragon head squeezed in through the ten-foot-long door.

The dragon head's eyes were completely stained with bright red and were as big as a lantern. "Where did this bald donkey come from? What do you know?"

This black mist-like dragon head is the dead soul of the Dragon King of Jinghe River. After his death, because he was unwilling to be like the underworld, he hid in the Tai Chi Palace and appeared every night.

Xuanzang looked fearless, clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's name, but in his heart he was sighing secretly: "I have to act again, I'm so tired."

Jin Chanzi's memory has not been lost due to reincarnation, so he still retains part of the power of his soul. How could he not know that the dead soul of the Jinghe Dragon King in front of him only looks vicious, but in fact there is no attack at all? ability.

In fact, there are many dead souls like the Jinghe Dragon King in the prehistoric world, but it is impossible to get close to the Human Emperor.

Although tens of thousands of years ago, Zhang Yan's good corpse, Chaos Taoist, used the Kongtong Seal to order the emperor not to practice, he still had the aura of the human emperor and enjoyed the luck of the human emperor. Not to mention the Jinghe Dragon King, a dead soul without any attack ability, even the Li Gui Ghost King cannot get close to Li Shiming.

The reason why this dead soul can get close to Li Shiming is because he has a spiritual energy in his body. Only with the existence of this spiritual energy can he not be repelled by the human emperor's energy.

No need to think about it, Xuanzang also knew that someone must be plotting this. Otherwise, even if the Jinghe Dragon King was lucky enough not to be harmed by the Human Emperor's energy, it would not be Xuanzang's turn to take action.

There are quite a few monks in Chang'an who are openly and secretly. There are dozens of powerful Daluo Jinxian. The Jinghe Dragon King will be killed by those hidden monks before he can reach Li Shimin.

"Li Shimin, you treacherous person, even if you turn into a ghost, I will haunt you for the rest of your life and keep you awake at night, haha."

The Dragon King of Jinghe paid no attention to Xuanzang and stared at Li Shimin with vicious eyes. If he could, he would have rushed forward and bitten off a piece of Li Shimin's flesh.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, you must know that there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering and you will never come back."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, the Dragon King of Jinghe looked sideways at Xuanzang. The dragon's mouth, which was condensed into substance, could be vaguely seen, with a disdainful expression, "You, a mere mortal, dare to stop him. Are you not afraid of death?"

"Then I can only do it if you can move."

Xuanzang rolled his eyes inwardly. Of course, he would never say what was in his heart, otherwise it would damage his image as a great monk.

And once his image as a monk is shattered, those watching the show behind him will be dissatisfied.

"As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? If I can save the life of Emperor Tang with the life of a young monk, I am willing."

"Mage!"

Regardless of those falsehoods, at least Li Shimin was really moved when he heard Xuanzang's words at this time. What a noble character he was, worthy of being an eminent monk of Jinshan Temple.

"Donor, you are full of hostility, let me ask the poor monk to recite the Transcendence Sutra for you, so that you can be liberated."

After Xuanzang finished speaking, he ignored the cries of the deceased Dragon King of Jinghe River and sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting scriptures softly in his mouth. A soft golden light burst out from Xuanzang's body.

The main hall, which had been plunged into darkness after the strong wind extinguished the candlelight, was now enveloped in a golden light. Bathed in the golden light, Li Shimin felt warmer than ever before.

But this golden light bathed in the dead soul of the Jinghe Dragon King, and it began to dissolve like a candle encountering blazing heat.

"Roar!"

"Damn Buddhism, damn bald donkey, I want you to die."

The furious soul of the Jinghe Dragon King erupted with a terrifying blood light from his body, which was a sign of turning into a fierce ghost.

"Boom!"

"what!"

It's a pity that even if he transforms into a fierce ghost, he has no ability to resist when faced with this extremely masculine golden light.

The Buddha's power is so pure and powerful that it is as strong as the Yang, far beyond the power of mana. It is the nemesis of all the filthy evil spirits in the world. The dead soul of the Dragon King of Jinghe River is the yin spirit. It is the most yin thing. The ghost energy worships Xuanzang. The weak Buddha power has no power to compete.

(End of this chapter)