King's Landing in the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 44
"Things are changing now, it's better to prepare early!" Fang Ming thought in his heart.

For a traveler who knows the context of a world, the most fearful thing is the variable, because it will make him lose the ability to foresight.

"Come here!" Thinking of this, he shouted loudly.

Soon, a big man in black robe appeared in front of Fang Ming. The big man half-kneeled in front of Fang Ming and said respectfully, "I have seen the lord, what do you want me to do?"

Fang Ming once showed kindness to this big man, and the big man has been with Fang Ming for more than ten years, and he has won Fang Ming's trust.

"Send more people to pay close attention to Yang Guang's every move, and report to me at any time if there is any situation." Fang Heng instructed. They didn't put many people around Yang Guang.

But he didn't expect Yang Guang to be able to stand up now. Thinking of the magic knife that killed four supreme masters in a row, Fang Ming was full of thoughts.

As a time traveler, he once thought about putting the magic knife in his hand, but the magic knife contained the remnants of 72 emperors of the Sui Dynasty, and the magic knife would not be controlled by him if the remnants were not removed, but if they disappeared Among the remnants, [-]% of the power of the magic knife will be eliminated, and Fang Ming will give up the idea of ​​winning the magic knife.

"No matter how things develop, no one can stop me!" Fang Ming looked at the main task in the system, his thoughts fluctuated.

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But in another place, Zhang Daoyi gained a lot.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, so you should contemplate like this!" Zhang Daoyi was studying a Diamond Sutra in the Sutra Pavilion of the Jingnian Temple.

Sunshine came into the room from the window and shone on Zhang Daoyi's side face, and the scent of books wafted from the room, which made people feel refreshed.

After discussing Taoism with Monk Yuantong that day, Zhang Daoyi has lived in Jingnian Chanyuan for a long time. Every day he is not reading in the scripture pavilion of Jingnian Chanyuan, or exchanging his practice experience with Monk Yuantong.

Although there are no supernatural powers in the Sutra Pavilion in Jingnian Chanyuan, the things inside are still precious, and they are not easily seen by ordinary people. If Zhang Daoyi is not a supreme master, he would not have the opportunity to enter Jingnian Chanyuan of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

There are some Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, and these Buddhist scriptures are nothing unusual. You can buy a copy for a few pennies outside, but the Buddhist scriptures in Jingnian Temple have annotations from generations of great virtuous monks in Jingnian Temple for thousands of years. .

All those who can be called virtuous and eminent monks are peerless figures who have cultivated as supreme masters. Their annotations to Buddhist scriptures all contain their views on Buddhism and Taoism, and their will is contained between the lines. Zhang Daoyi read their comments on Buddhist scriptures. Annotation is equivalent to communicating with the will of these great virtuous and eminent monks across time and space.

Over the past few days, he has gained a lot.

Having practiced in this world for hundreds of years, although Zhang Daoyi has read countless Buddhist scriptures, it is still difficult to master them.

And these days, Zhang Daoyi's understanding of Buddhism and Taoism has improved by leaps and bounds after communicating with countless eminent monks.

"The so-called no-self, no-person, no-sentient, and no-shou is the non-consideration, non-discrimination, and non-attachment to all realms!" Zhang Daoyi whispered softly, as if something was conceived in his heart.

The spiritual realm is more important in the practice of Buddhism and Taoism. Once the realm is reached, supernatural powers will arise spontaneously. On the contrary, if the realm is not strong enough to practice Buddhist magical arts, there will be thousands of obstacles and it will be difficult to achieve great success.

In Buddhism, every supreme master is a master of Buddhism.

"It's a pity that Buddhism is not my way!" Zhang Daoyi sighed after a long silence.

Although Buddhism is wonderful, it is not in harmony with his original heart. If one day his Taoism becomes great, it may include Buddhism, but Buddhism will not be his way.

"Buddhism and Taoism practice Wu, focusing on formlessness, formlessness, and selflessness; while Taoism cultivates existence, using falsehood to cultivate truth."

"But the two have something in common. What they seek is the great way, but the methods are different. Then what is my method?" Zhang Daoyi thought in his heart. The cage of the predecessors, find your own way.

"After all, I still haven't accumulated enough!" After thinking for a while, Zhang Daoyi was no longer attached to this problem. The practice cannot be forced, and too much attachment will be harmful and useless.

A fallen leaf floated out of the window and landed on the open book on the table. Zhang Daoyi smiled slightly when he saw this, and closed the Diamond Sutra on the table.

Outside Chang'an city, in the imperial mausoleum.

Yang Guang looked at the magic knife floating in front of him and laughed, bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood formed a strange pattern in the air, and the pattern was imprinted on the magic knife. Sometimes it turns into a solipsistic demon.

Dots of black energy shot out from Yang Guang's body, and finally wrapped the magic knife. He was refining the magic knife with a method in his memory, completing the final step of forming the magic knife.

Although there are remnant souls and hatred of the 72nd emperors of the Sui Dynasty in the magic knife, they are scattered and difficult to exert their maximum power. Now Yang Guang wants to integrate the remnants and hatred of the 72nd emperors of the Sui Dynasty as one.

The division of power is equal, and the strength is strong when gathered together. Only the magic knife that integrates the hatred of 72 generations of monarchs can become a real magic knife.

"Ancestors in the magic knife! Now the unfilial son Yang Guang begs all the ancestors to help me to forge this knife. I, Yang Guang, will let the magic knife drink the blood of Buddhists in the future to comfort the spirits of the ancestors!" Following Yang Guang's words, all the remnant souls of the 72 emperors of the Sui Dynasty were awakened, and phantoms appeared in the imperial mausoleum, and these phantoms were the 72 emperors of the Sui Dynasty.

There was no wisdom in their eyes, only boundless hatred. These emperors sacrificed their own blood to the demon knife, and suffered endless pain the moment before they died, and these pains were transformed into hatred for Buddhism.

The Buddhist sect has controlled the Yang family for thousands of years, and countless outstanding descendants of the Yang family have died at the hands of the Buddhist sect. How can one not hate such a great enmity.

Generation after generation, people in the Buddhist sect have oppressed the common people, plundered the people's fat and anointed them, and whenever the people's grievances arise, they let the descendants of the Yang family take the blame, and use the blood of the descendants of the Yang family to quell the people's grievances, so as to protect the Buddhism. Great resentment, how could they not hate.

"Now the Buddhist sect wants to cut off the bloodline of my Yang family and set up a new king. Please help me, all the ancestors!" After Yang Guang finished speaking, he bowed to the 72 remnant souls.

"Buddhism should be destroyed!" The 72 remnant souls spoke at the same time, their tones were astonishingly consistent, and their voices sounded like thunder in this empty cave.

Then the 72 remnant souls were all shattered, turned into streaks of blood-red gas and entered the magic knife, and the magic knife became more and more red, as if fresh blood was about to drip from it.

In the end, the magic knife fell into Yang Guang's hands, and the blood red color turned dark red, no longer exuding a charming luster, and the fetish was self-obscuring.

Looking at the magic knife in his hand, Yang Guang stroked the knife with his hand, and said slowly: "This knife was born out of hatred, so let's call it Emperor's Hate!"

(End of this chapter)