The Poor Monk Cultivates a Way

Qi Ze sat upright in meditation, with a dignified treasure appearance, and has obtained the samadhi of Buddhism. This demonic realm is "joyful when you feel safe, slow when you see victory, self-sufficient when you see peace, and destroys precepts when you feel empty." It is all born against the delusional thoughts of practitioners.

Speaking of which, I would also like to thank the master of the magic way. If he hadn't fought with the six thieves and the magic voice, he would not be able to break through the fourth Zen, let alone resolve the demon realm and catastrophe so easily. While Qi Ze was meditating, his aura was introverted, and the treasure minister announced it to the public. He just sat and watched the evolution of the demonic realm with a cold eye.

The demonic realm was driven by the innate demonic intent, and the transformation became more and more rapid. Countless characters in the delusional realm came and went, like a horse watching flowers. But even the master of the magic way has seen that the evolution of the demonic realm is no longer strong enough, so he can't do anything about that fake monk.

Qi Ze felt it himself, and he was even more calm, and he still had the energy to examine the smooth piece of thin silk. The thin silk was full of Buddha's light, which was quite different from the dark and heavy one before, and contained great secrets.

Qi Ze tried the small non-phase Zen skill to practice it, and it was really easy to imprint on it. The piece of thin silk has received the power of the Four Zen merits, and it has a sense of returning to the original, and has recovered a bit of its original appearance.

Qi Ze first imprinted it hastily, and then probed into it with his spiritual sense, and found that it was a self-generated void. Although it was not big, it was a treasure of the cave, so he couldn't help being a little puzzled. This thing said that the void is nothing but existence, between the mustard seed muster, the living things that can be carried are limited, so this thing was refined, is it to accommodate invisible things?

The method of refining the thin silk is quite different from that of Xuanmen. It is obviously the authentic spirit of Buddhism. Apart from the amazing material and indestructibility, there are countless Buddhist scriptures and mantras in it, but even the original body of the thin silk was destroyed After many kalpas, it was broken into pieces, and the Buddhist scriptures and mantras blessed in it had disappeared long ago, leaving only some fragments of broken words, which could barely be identified as belonging to Buddhism.

Qi Ze's heart skipped a beat, since this treasure can be blessed by Buddhist scriptures, many secret mantras that he knows will come in handy, and he can act as soon as he thinks of it.

After changing several spells in succession, the thin silk didn't respond, Qi Ze thought about it, and switched to the "Lengyan Curse" titled "The King of Curses"! This mantra is also known as the Dharani Mantra of the Dafang Guangmiao Lotus King, the Buddha Mother of the Ten Directions, and the Buddha's Top God Mantra. It is said that this mantra is immortal and the righteous law is immortal, which shows the status of this mantra in Buddhism!

In his previous life, Qi Ze thought this mantra was too lengthy, so he only read it through a few times. Fortunately, in this life, relying on his unparalleled intelligence, he was able to unearth this mantra from countless memories. He had cast this spell twice, the first time King Wan Chenglong was shocked to stop, and the second life-life curse killed Wan Tengxiong's golden helmet worm avatar.

The mantra of this mantra is long and its power is great. Qi Ze's cultivation is still shallow, and he can only recite the first sentence of this mantra twice. Dodge in a hurry after casting this curse?

Qi Ze's lips moved slightly, and he recited the first word of the "Lengyan Mantra". When the sound of the mantra came out, the immeasurable demon surrounding him suddenly froze, as if he had been punched! After the first mantra was completely recited, the demonic realm had already turned into a cloud of black energy, like a little girl who saw a hooligan and rushed out to escape for her life!

This time, chanting the mantra is not to suppress heretic demons, but to imprint Bobo, without any strong counterattack power, Qi Ze easily recited the second sentence. At this time, the demon realm was already extremely frightened, and flinched. Shrinking again, it turned into a magic light, which was about to rise to the sky and flee to the outside world!

At this moment, Qi Ze suddenly let out a long sigh, and said: "Come here!" He shook the piece of thin silk in his hand, and there was a suction force in the thin silk, and with just one roll, the magic light was absorbed into it. When the magic light swayed, there was not even the slightest resistance!

It turned out that Qi Ze used the "Leng Yan Mantra" to bless, and it was indeed on the right track. The two mantras were clearly imprinted on the core of Bobo. Suppress it!

Qi Ze realized something in his heart, this treasure must have been refined by Nalanda Temple in the past, and it was specially made to suppress demons and demons, otherwise it would not be so compatible with the "Leng Yan Mantra". As soon as this treasure comes out, with the blessing of the "Lengyan Mantra", the evil calamity of the mere Four Zen Heaven Realm is not worth mentioning, and it is easily suppressed.

As soon as the evil calamity was gone and the delusional realm was scattered, Qi Ze stood up holding the roll of thin silk, and said: "Since this object is blessed by the "Lengyan Mantra", according to the meaning of the "Lengyan Sutra", I will give it the name of fifty. Yin Demon Picture!" With a shake of his hand, the thin silk turned into a scroll of pictures, in which there was a streak of magic light spitting out magic energy, and the two lines of "Leng Yan Mantra" also turned into bits of Buddha light, and with it stalemate.

Qi Ze held the Fifty Yin Demon Map, looked at a corner of the mountain, and said, "This friend from the Demonic Way, why don't you show up?" There was silence in the mountain, Qi Ze smiled, and said, "Miss Murong Xue, why don't you show up for a while?" See!"

The master of magic who was hiding in the dark was shocked, and two magic lights shot out from his eyes. After thinking for a while, he came out and said hoarsely, "How did you know? No, you are that beggar in Youzhou City!"

Qi Ze laughed, wiped it with his hand, and secretly used the power of Baixiangtu. His body changed, and he turned into a middle-aged beggar. He changed again and again, and became a thin and yellow boy again, saying: "It's just a skin. It’s not worth mentioning! But the young lady of the famous Murong family in Youzhou actually practices magic skills, if your uncle finds out, I’m afraid you will kill your relatives righteously!”

The figure of the demon master was slender, with a puff of magic smoke covering his face, which suddenly dissipated, revealing a face of happiness and anger, which one is it? If Brother Murong Xuan was here, his eyes would pop out, and Murong Qing would immediately clean up the house.

Murong Xue's face was pale, but she was full of heroic spirit. How could she look like she was in Murong's house when she was in Murong's house? He still asked in a hoarse voice: "Where did I show my weakness?"

Qi Ze said leisurely: "When I imitated the five poisonous magic sounds to lure the Gu worm out, I found that the Gu worm's vitality was depleted. It was definitely because you didn't absorb any inspiration in your body. It's not because you didn't want to give up your true energy, it's just because of your cultivation. The magic power is too domineering, if the Gu worms absorb it, they will die suddenly, and the Gu worms do not dare to **** any trace of magic energy out of instinct."

Murong Xue sighed: "I see! You are as meticulous as a hair, and you can find clues in small things. You are really my strong enemy!"

Qi Ze said: "Your magic power is on the side of the soul, and it is infinitely changeable, just like a demon from outside the territory. If my guess is right, it should be the method of the Demon Sect!"

Murong Xue said: "I even know the name of the Demon Refining Sect, I am worthy of being a Buddhist disciple of the Great Bodhi Temple! I hate my poor cultivation, not only can't imbue you, but also gave you a chance for nothing!" The cultivation bases of the magic skills were similar, but Qi Ze used her magic skills to sharpen his Zen skills to a higher level, which widened the gap, especially when she sacrificed a magic weapon in front of her, which easily suppressed the magic calamity.

Murong Xue was afraid of Qi Ze's concentration of Zen skills, and even more afraid of that scroll of treasures that looked like a picture, she already had the intention of leaving and plotted secretly.

Qi Ze said: "I don't ask how you, as the eldest lady of the Murong family, entered the demon way, I just captured you, took you to the Murong family, and handed it over to your uncle!" He shook the fifty-yin demon map for a while. , we have to do it.

Murong Xue sneered and said: "If my practice of devil art is exposed, my uncle will be the first to take my life. If you do this, is it the same as killing me? After all, you are a Buddhist, how can you not be merciful? "

Qi Ze sacrificed the Fifty Yin Demon Map, turned it into a beam of Buddha's light, covered it in the air, and said calmly: "With compassion in my heart, and thunder in my hand, how can I control a lot!" When the Buddha's light unfolded, he wanted to take Murong Xue in.

Murong Xue giggled, her whole body suddenly dissipated into a wave of devilish energy, she fell to the ground and left. The Buddha's light transformed by the Fifty Yin Demon Map followed closely behind, penetrated into the ground, inhaled all the earth's energy in a radius of several feet, turned it into a scroll of pictures again, and flew back to Qi Ze's hand.

Qi Ze shook the Yin Demon Map, and a lot of earth energy flew out, and after shaking again, only sporadic devil energy escaped, and he never captured Murong Xue's real body! This surprise was no small matter, and he shouted: "So you came here as the incarnation of a demonic thought, so good at demonic skills!"

Murong Xue's coquettish laugh came from the mountain, and she said: "Fake bald donkey, don't you also have countless phantoms? This time I was killed, the future will be long, there will always be a day of revenge!"

Qi Ze snorted, and shouted: "You are not Murong Xue! You are someone else, who are you!" The magician only let out a chuckle, and then fell silent.

The body of "Murong Xue" is the evolution of a ray of demonic thoughts. The real body of the master of the demonic way is far away, but Qi Ze fought fiercely with him, and almost became a magician. The strength of his real body is really unbelievable.

Qi Ze thought in his heart, since this Murong Xue is not that Murong Xue, maybe the real Murong Xue has been poisoned long ago, and was replaced by a demonic person, but what is the purpose of the demonic master who tried so hard to impersonate Murong Xue? Is it also aimed at King Zhenbei's true dragon spirit?

Thinking of this, he suddenly became enlightened. Although he did not care about the spirit of the real dragon, he regarded the magic way as a treasure. After all, it contained the hope of all people, and it was also a kind of incense and wish power, which could assist the left to practice. As for the hidden danger of the Hope of All Peoples, how can people in the devil's way care about it?

Qi Ze thought of the real dragon's aura in his hand, he had only refined a little bit, there was still too much left, this thing was useless to him, and he couldn't let it go easily, so after thinking about it, he had to settle this matter first.

A few days later, Qi Ze had returned to Ning'an City. He flipped his palm, and there was a ball of real dragon's aura flowing on it. He gave a low voice and pointed with his hand, and the real dragon's aura released boundless air. , penetrated into the veins near Ning'an City. The thirteen princes started in Ning'an, there must be dragon veins here, in order to gather the real dragon's energy, what Qi Ze has to do now is to return the earth's energy to the dragon veins.

Although the real dragon's qi was small, it contained a lot of earth qi, and it took a full half an hour to spew out all the earth qi into the dragon's veins. The dragon energy returns to the dragon's veins, and it has its own induction. Many people in Ning'an City suddenly feel refreshed and happy.

Qi Ze shook his head and said: "The way of an emperor is to take the hopes of all people and the energy of the boundless earth, gather them into one body, and nourish one body. , the Qingzhou Rebellion is over!"

The air of the earth is exhausted, and only the hope of the people remains in the aura of the real dragon. This thing has gathered the wishes of the people in Qingzhou, which is dozens of more than the incense wishes collected by the Notre Dame Church that Qi Ze saw in Neng Fuguo Double, if it is refined by the ancient lamp, maybe it can raise the Zen skill to another level.

Qi Ze has no attachments at all, although this thing is good, the hidden danger is also great, it's better to get rid of it. With spring thunder bursting from his tongue, he shouted: "Today, the hope of all people is to return to all people!" The Zen power of the Four Chan Heaven Realm activated the ancient lamp, and the light of the Buddha's heart shone brightly on the people's hope, and suddenly the flag was lifted Break it down into countless auras!

Qi Ze tapped his hand, and the aura rose in mid-air, and suddenly flew in all directions. Looking at it with the true Buddha nature, it was like countless stars raining down.

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Among the people's hope, there is also a part of Zhenbei King, who was released by Qi Ze and returned to Youzhou immediately. The hope of all people is the gathering of spirituality, which is not bound by time and space. It is almost scattered here and there. In Youzhou City, thousands of miles away, countless residents suddenly feel their minds clear and their spirituality grows.

In Zhenbei Wangfu, Zhenbei Wang also felt clear-headed and in a good mood. He was talking with the princess, when the princess saw him suddenly beaming with joy, she couldn't help asking: "Why is the prince in such a good mood, is there anything good about it?"

King Zhenbei smiled and said: "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that my mood is open, and it seems that I have lost a layer of shackles, so I can't help but smile."

The princess said "oh", and the light in her eyes flickered.

Among the Murong family, on the embroidery building, Murong Xue was sleeping under the blanket, but suddenly sat up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said bitterly: "Damn fake monk, this revenge must be avenged!" Looking outside the embroidery building , scolded: "Damn Kang Yuanqin, I can't practice in the mansion, and I don't dare to use too much magic power, so as not to be noticed by her!" .

Kang Yuanqin was sitting quietly in a tall building in Murong's house, suddenly opened his eyes, and wondered: "Why did King Zhenbei's true dragon aura suddenly become stronger? If things go on like this, I'm afraid there is some hope of competing for the throne!"

Qi Ze worked hard for a while, and finally completely dissipated the thirteenth prince's true dragon aura, the earth's energy returned to the dragon's veins, and the spirituality returned to the people. If the thirteenth prince's life's hard work was destroyed! After completing this meritorious deed, it is time to think about the next step. He originally went to the Chunyang Sword Sect to practice Gang Qi, but by accident, he entered Youzhou first, and then Qingzhou, and even the thirteen princes were slaughtered, which was beyond his expectations.