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  Chapter 260 Past Amitabha Sutra

   "Hi! Is this the Lord of Hongmeng?"

  Yu prince Yang Gan woke up and opened his eyes dullly. His back was already wet with cold sweat, but he didn't care at all.

  He subconsciously pinched himself severely, felt the pain, and the corners of his mouth twitched, his expression full of shock.

  The Lord of Hongmeng, the supreme immortal god.

  Highest to strong.

  God and holy.

  Billions of gods and demons worship, surrounded by endless universe.

  Infinite light.

  Infinite life.

unimaginable.

  Can’t talk about it.

  When he saw that stalwart figure, the incomparable coercion and rhyme were definitely not explained by illusion.

  The Lord of Hongmeng is definitely an unimaginable great existence.

  With such a horrible existence to help him, what is Qiandi Yang Pan?

  Thinking of this, Yang Qian was vaguely excited. He looked at Hong Yi and trembled: "Brother Hong Shi, are you saying that the Lord of Hongmeng will come to help me?"

  At this moment, Yang Qian’s name has changed, and he no longer uses my king, but me.

  "How much does my lord exist, and the infinite world is opened up in the breath. The prince feels qualified to let my lord help you?"

  Hong Yi’s words stunned Yang Gan. Didn’t the Lord of Hongmeng help him?

   But Hong Yi’s words are correct, how much the Lord of Hongmeng exists, how can it be possible to help him fight for the throne.

  Yang Gan puzzled and said, "What does Brother Hong Shi mean?"

   "It is naturally impossible for my lord to help you, but I can invite the heroes or warriors of the Kingdom of God to come."

  Hong Yi said.

"so it is."

  Yang Gan suddenly, that's right.

  If Hong Yi said that the Lord of Hongmeng would help him, he would not believe it at all.

  How could that kind of power be worthy of him.

  He is not qualified at all.

  Even his father Huang Yang Pan is not qualified.

   But please help from the strong under Lord Hongmeng, which makes sense.

   "I don't know what Hong Shi brother needs me for?"

  Yang Gan asked a little nervously.

  Hong Yida came to him at night and said to help him fight for the throne. He didn't believe that Hong Yi was showing kindness and doing good deeds.

  "I need the prince to become a king and believe in my lord throughout the country, and then make sacrifices to my lord."

  Hong Yi’s words made Yang Qian slightly discolored. He had already experienced the power of the Lord of Hongmeng, and prayers would have grace.

  Even with his cultivation base, he can clearly feel his strength growth.

  No one can resist this temptation.

foreseeable.

  As soon as the news of the Lord of Harmony comes out, all people in the world will soon become believers of the Lord of Harmony.

  And as the messenger of the Lord of Hongmeng, Hong Yi's identity and status might surpass him in an instant.

  I am afraid that he, the emperor, has to look at the face of the other person.

   However, thinking of the terrifying Lord of Hongmeng and that Hong Yi could ask the power of the kingdom of God to come to help, he instantly eliminated the idea of ​​killing and reporting Hong Yi.

he knows.

  He has no choice.

  If you don’t want to.

  Hong Yi can support others.

  Even with the generosity of the Lord of Hongmeng, Hong Yi could quickly develop countless believers even without relying on him. In the end, it was no problem for him to become the emperor himself.

  "My lord has great benevolence, and it is an honor to be able to serve my lord!"

After knowing that he had no choice, Yang Qian quickly expressed his determination.

  Now he can only follow Hong Yi to the dark.

in this way.

  Naturally hug the thigh of the Lord of Hongmeng.

   "In the future, the prince will not regret the decision made today!"

  Hong Yi smiled slightly, and naturally guessed Yang Gan’s thoughts with his wisdom.

  He said: “Prayers have the grace of God. Our Lord’s generosity is evident. As long as the prince works hard for our Lord, on the day of sacrifice, my Lord will be rewarded!

   "Even if you become a Yang God or smash the vacuum, it is not impossible!"

  "Yang Shen...crush the vacuum..."

  Yang Qian's heart trembled. The world of Yangshen practice is divided into martial art and immortal Dao. Martial art becomes a smashing vacuum, and immortal Dao becomes a sun god.

  Whether smashing the vacuum or the sun god, it is the lifelong pursuit of countless cultivators.

  Yang Gan is not an exception.

  "Willing to serve my lord." As the prince, Yang Gan is very loyal to these things.

   "The prince can rest assured that there will be heroes of the Kingdom of God to help, no matter what cards Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji have, there will be no surprises!"

  Hong Yi was full of confidence in his eyes, and then said: "The Lord can pass on "Guan Thought", and it can also increase the strength of his subordinates!"

"Um!"

  Yang Gan nodded, and he has already seen how powerful his thoughts are. As long as he prays once, the strength of his forces will increase by at least 50%.

  What's more, this "View Ideas" is still sustainable.

  "Envoy, when shall we do it?"

   Yang Gan asked.

   "The sooner the better, just three days later."

   "What? Three days?"

   Yang Gan was shocked, this is a rebellion.

  Three days is too sloppy, right?

   "In front of absolute strength, everything is vain. Three days is enough for the prince to gather some confidants, right?"

  Hong Yi smiled slightly, his expression full of confidence.

"OK then!"

  Yang Qian thought for a while, with the help of the strong of the kingdom of God, all dissatisfaction can be suppressed.

   Although three days are tight, it is enough.

  The negotiation is complete.

  Yang Gan acted immediately, summoning his confidants to mobilize manpower, and arranging troops.

  Hong Yi, Bai Ziyue, and Concubine Yuan lived in the palace.

  In the room.

  Hong Yi took out the "Wu Jing" from the fox library where the concubine Yuan was located and threw it into the brazier.

  The flame was blazing, and a piece of paper with a slightly dark golden color suddenly appeared in the ashes where the Wu Jing was burned out.

  All the densely packed scriptures above are small-print scriptures, as well as pictures, which seem to be gold leaf, but they are not burned by the fire.

  "The Amitabha Sutra of the past, one of the temple exercises in Dachan Temple Town."

  Hong Yi's eyes lit up without the slightest surprise.

  He reached out and picked up the paper in the brazier. It was as soft and smooth as silk. He spread the paper in front of him, square, three feet long and wide, like a large calligraphy and painting.

The handwriting on    is very small, in teeny lower letters, but it is also very clear, like a knife engraved, without any ambiguity.

  Moreover, the font has a deep-rooted power. After people read it, there is a feeling that these small characters will move and fly, and the characters have spirituality.

   "Good calligraphy!"

  Hong Yi exclaimed.

  In the middle of the scripture, is a golden Buddha sitting in the void, surrounded by countless sun, moon and stars, blessing all the brilliance on this golden Buddha.

  The golden Buddha has his eyes slightly closed, his knees are crossed, his hands are knotted, and he looks serene, but unlike the majesty of Buddha statues in other temples, it reveals a kind and familiar breath.

  Even, even Hong Yi has a feeling that this Buddha is the pre-existence of his own origin for thousands of generations.

   "This is the real Buddha statue, with its demeanor and temperament, it can resonate with people, and it has its own artistic conception of becoming a Buddha."

  Hong Yi nodded secretly.

  Buddha's teaching emphasizes equality of all beings, and everyone can become a Buddha.

  ……

  (End of this chapter)