In the world, Li Ximing's worst is the North Release.
The matter of the ancestors Li Xuanling and Li Tongya has been repeated hundreds of times in the mouth of his grandfather Li Xuanxuan, and there is still a depression, Li Xuanfeng was also besieged and died by Shi Shi, and even Li Xijun almost died at the hands of Shi Xiu...
It was the same during the dispute between the north and south called Shuiling, and after practicing for a while, some Buddhist cultivators came to the door in a hurry:
"That beating almost killed my family, what should I do now!"
Kong Heng's immobile appearance under the white light of this old monk was so similar to the scene of that day!
"Wei Li was the prosperous era of Mingyang, and was overthrown by the Northern Shi Yidi, involving Jindan and the World-Honored One, and since then the fate has been linked and has become the principle of nature.
Li Ximing certainly knew the reason for all this, but he still couldn't stop the resentment in his heart, he listened to the monk's aggressiveness from afar, knowing that Shi Xiu's words were often magical, in and out of his left ear, and he raised the 'Huangyuan Pass' and smashed it.
Fu Xiang was caught off guard and ate a meal of Mingguang, but his face darkened, and he raised his hand to support this majestic Mingguan, and the scorching white bricks burned the copper hands red and shiny, and the old monk said coldly at a glance:
"It is indeed the way of respect and humility in Mingyang, and the way of etiquette!"
After he finished speaking, Kong Heng was also able to take out the space, and the six-armed Vajra behind him opened his eyes in anger, and many golden chains were locked on the box at the same time, until this moment, he had no strength to breathe.
He took a breath of air conditioning, and Li Ximing smashed his head down, as if he had hit a cold and hard stone, his chest was stuffy, he was nauseous, and he almost sprayed blood.
"What a bald donkey!"
This box didn't seem to take it seriously, his hands had already supported it, and the immortal foundation he punched shook a lot, his eyes narrowed slightly, he recognized it for a moment, and said to himself:
"This is Li Ximing!"
Kong Heng finally had a chance to speak up, and used his mana to condense the broken chains back, he was beaten by the white light just now, his voice was slightly hoarse, but he always maintained a calm self-cultivation, and said softly:
"Old-timer! You say that suffering makes one become a World-Honored One, and the temple tenants work all year round, do you really become a World-Honored One? Which one is the World-Honored One! One has no practice of fate, and the other has no fate, and tens of thousands of people die of hunger and thinness just by enduring hardships and praising fame... But I have never seen anyone in the scriptures who endures hardships and praises the name of Maha!"
"The land of Yan and Zhao, the release of the land in this world, is it a big lie!"
Although his voice was light, he also had the blessing of deafening mana, and an unbelievable look appeared on the surface of the box, and he was shocked in place by his words, motionless.
Li Ximing saw the opportunity, and the sky light appeared in his eyes, the Mingguan was piled with white bricks, the stacks were exquisite, and the seventy-two ridges on the corner tower were bright, just like the heavenly gate, and there were many lines at the foot of the white door, and the bright light was dazzling.
The box is big, and he only supports the 'Huangyuan Pass' with one hand, but this Mingguan has always been famous for polishing and suppressing, not to mention Li Ximing's excellent technique, and even practiced two secret methods.
"Boom!"
In a bang, Fu Xia propped up his hands, pressed against this pass, and was submerged in the peiran's skylight, and the bright light reflected from his body penetrated into the lake, evaporating and rising countless white gases.
"Clang..."
The golden lock on Kong Heng's body jumped out and tightly robbed the monk, and the six-armed Vajra behind him tightened the chain, and a spark exploded in the white light, and the monks on the lake turned around and fell, looking around for formations to save their lives.
I only heard the old monk's voice, like a rolling thunder flying out from under the gate, filled with anger, almost roaring:
"You... You even suspect that I am the fundamental law of Orthodoxy! You actually suspect that I am the fundamental law of Orthodoxy!"
The monk under the gate has turned into a bright golden statue, his eyes are surprisingly large, the white places are like jade, and the pupils are like copper, which makes people feel terrified.
"Boom!"
Li Ximing only felt that the mana was weakening like a whale swallowing, and Huang Yuanguan was also shaky, he had practiced for so many years, and he had rarely considered the issue of mana in several fights, and he had never consumed enough to replenish it.
"Come on, come on!"
Although Kong Heng argued with him, the spell was not polite at all, taking advantage of his being held down by the pass, the golden ropes overlapped, and all of them went around him, and more golden ropes were born out of thin air and held on him.
Fuxian didn't care, looked at Kong Heng in a daze, gritted his teeth and said:
"How did your master teach you! These people cannot practice, they have endured hardships all their lives, and of course they have gone to the Buddha of Maha... Just enjoy the bliss!"
Kong Heng had an extremely complicated expression, and he couldn't respond to him for a while, Li Ximing was aggrieved and scolded:
"This bliss is so good! Why don't you go for pleasure! Still in this world! The temple tenants are so good, why do you still come to practice?"
Fu Xiang sneered, the light was bright, and he could no longer see his face, only to hear him shout loudly:
"How do you know that I wasn't a temple tenant when I was young?! My ancestors have been temple tenants for generations, and they entered the Buddhist soil early, and the [Angry Four Demon Emperors] were not destroyed back then... I have also gone to see my ancestors... Now they are all killed by you demons!"
"As for why don't you go to bliss... Evil heretics, how do you know our aspirations? If our practitioners find that they have wisdom roots, it means that the World-Honored One has descended to be destined to go to enjoy the land like mortals, and have to practice and stay in this mortal world to suffer, just to prevent you evil spirits and heretics from invading the land of Buddha!"
Li Ximing was stunned, he couldn't tell whether he was lying or fake, and turned his head to look at Kong Heng, only to find that the monk's eyes were closed, his mouth was buzzing, and he only cared about chanting scriptures and casting spells, and he didn't respond to him anymore!
"This... The ancient Buddha is a famous and decent man, but he can't argue with him! Kong Heng often uses his own heart to measure his heart, but he is still too honest..."
Li Ximing didn't know that Kong Heng didn't react on the surface, and his heart was already panicked, this was still in the middle of the fight, if it weren't for this, he would have been sweating profusely.
Although the Liaohe Temple of the Northern World-Honored Dao is down-and-out, it is the place where the World-Honored One practices, and its status in the desert is not low. He has dealings with Maha.
Kong Heng himself has entered the Pure Land, the treasure pool is shining, the glass is the step, the lotus car cover, thousands of birds and beasts, thousands of people are happy, and they can go out to wander with a call... He was young at the time, and he was deeply shocked, and even secretly doubted his own Taoism.
"I have had his heart since I was a child, and I can understand the feelings of others, and those people are all happy... Fuxia is also devout... this..."
Liaohe Temple collapsed, Kong Heng went all the way south, saw the hundreds and thousands of tragic scenes on the land of Yan and Zhao, and then he was touched by the master's interpretation, but these words in Fu Box undoubtedly turned out the uneasiness in his heart, and it was depressed in his chest, which was indescribable.
"They just act too domineering... If the seven laws are all bound by the Great Mu Dharma Realm and the Precept Path..."
The Great Mu Dharma Realm and the Precept Path do not cultivate bliss in their belly, but adopt the method of transcending the Dharma Light, often reciting scriptures and preaching, and the people are willing to include people one by one when their merits are complete and full of yearning, so they are called the right path.
The other five paths often don't ask the people, and take them all into their stomachs, which looks extremely cruel, and Kong Heng has some doubts, if it weren't for this, he would have been shaken long ago...
"Empty balance!"
Li Ximing shouted, and suddenly pulled the thin-eyed monk back to reality, the golden lock in his hand had already collapsed straight, and the 'Huangyuan Pass' was also shaking.
The empty balance is sluggish, but Li Ximing has more thoughts.
Li Ximing is very aware of his current strength, it is hard to say about fighting, but the polishing and suppression under this open pass is not just a joke, he will go all out to urge such a town, and the three direct descendants will drink a pot.
Even if Li Qinghong fought against him, the best way was not to enter his level, not to mention that there was an empty balance beside him? This monk's explanation is never a simple method!
"If we can join forces, we will be pressed down below, and we will be entangled in countless golden ropes of Buddhist interpretation, which foundation can withstand it?"
Although his body was burned red by the bright light, he supported the bright pass and let it burn, as if he was enduring hardships and practicing.
Li Ximing's mana surged, and his voice flew into Kong Heng's ears:
"Master... This bald donkey is so powerful... You may see one or two!"
Kong Heng murmured, using the secret method to transmit the sound:
"I'm afraid it's the previous pity, the anger of Maha has fallen, this thing no longer has magical powers to borrow, only this compassion Dharma body remains..."
"Have mercy on the Dharma body!"
Li Ximing thought about this possibility, but now that the news has come true, he is still shocked.
No matter how the compassionate Dharma body is, it is not a foundation-building level thing, although the magical power is lost, how can it be suppressed by ordinary methods? I'm afraid this person is still thinking about his own practice, otherwise he would have overthrown Mingguan and hit him with a stick!
The two of them paused, the box had already exhaled, turning into a gushing of golden light, and the voice was low:
"Empty balance! Wake up! No one can match your wisdom, so why bother to make a mistake! I am indifferent to your suppression, I just want to persuade you a few more words!"
He was dressed in golden light and shot straight into the sky, and the golden rope on his body had wrapped him into a ball of gold, but the old monk was not afraid, pinching his five fingers into a lotus shape, and a piece of pink spewed out of his mouth, and shouted:
"Let's go!"
The dark yellow cassock on his body came to life all of a sudden, like rice paper swept by a strong wind, and after two turns, the monk disappeared from under the door, and the golden light rioted, illuminating both of them with color.
"It's over!"
Kong Heng also practiced the interpretation method, dealing with this spell was much easier, his eyes lit up and he recovered, and the six-armed Vajra behind him stepped forward and temporarily restrained the long stick swept in mid-air, and the two collided with a brilliance, causing him to cough up some blood.
Kong Heng swept away, and under the bright white city gate was a tiger with a deep black pattern.
This tiger has a vigorous posture, its fur color is dark yellow, the pattern is as black as ink, the eyebrows are white, the two pupils are copper-colored, and there are black short horns in the center of the eyebrows, emitting bursts of dark light.
"Dai Jiaohu..."
Kong Heng's face turned pale, his voice was a little more helpless and bitter, and he said quietly:
"How can the senior be a protector in the North Demon Temple... Now that the Taoist system is in jeopardy, guarding the mountain gate to educate the people, why bother to come here... If something happens, what should the abbot do?"
The two of them lost their eyesight and spiritual consciousness for a while, and the long stick in Fu Xie's hand had already reached mid-air, and a stick fell to either death or disability, but they were persuaded by Kong Heng's words, and said in a deep voice:
"You really have a lot of entanglements with my North Fu Demon Temple..."
Li Ximing eased his eyes, this box stood aside with his upper body naked, although the tiger under the open pass did not struggle, the dark light on the unicorn had already shocked Li Ximing's mouth in pain.
"Damn..."
A hidden box was already difficult enough to deal with, and now he got out of it, holding a stick and standing not far away, staring at the tiger, how could Li Ximing and Kong Heng continue to press this tiger? The glorious Mingguan flew up and fell back into his hand.
The old monk was straddling the tiger, dressed in gold lacquer, with copper eyes, holding the long stick quietly, staring at the empty balance.
The entire lake was silent, and it was about to erupt, Li Ximing squinted at the box, and some strange feelings rose in his heart.
Kong Heng is an honest monk, young and has too many precepts in practice, and usually doesn't think of any conspiracies, but Li Ximing has seen a lot of conspiracies, and his education as a child is not shallow, so he already has suspicions.
"He bullies Kong Heng honestly, and often uses words to move him... There must be a plan."
"According to what Kong Heng said, the Taoist tradition of the North Fu Demon Temple is in jeopardy, why bother to come here? I don't believe that Maha is dead, and he is still in the mood to hang out outside... There must be a reason for him to come to my house."
The young man stared at the box vigilantly, and the old monk only stared at Kong Heng, his tone calm:
"Kong Heng, since you know the abbot of my temple and know that I am a Taoist and upright, the old man doesn't want to kill, so I let you take action."
Kong Heng finally opened his eyes and said in a low voice:
"I know the way of seniors..."
Fu Xiang nodded, rode on the tiger, and said quietly:
"You leave this place, join my sect Taoism, and follow me back to the temple."
"So it's for this matter?"
Li Ximing looked at him with low eyebrows, carefully observed his demeanor, recalled for a while, and noticed that something was wrong.
"Kong Heng, this bald donkey has talked too much, I suspect there is something wrong with this old thing."
Kong Heng didn't feel anything, and while silently considering reassuring the other party, he transmitted:
"He wants to persuade me to cross his Taoist tradition, and he really has to say a lot to persuade me... If I don't agree to him, I'm afraid I'll harm someone..."
"No... Angry Taoist is now like a street rat... How could it be so arrogant... He was very suspicious, could it be that he forced all our spells to endure hardship?'
Li Ximing only felt that this hidden box was very suspicious, and he couldn't think clearly in his mind, and secretly hated:
"If only Xijun was here! Where can this old thing play in front of him! He saw through it in two eyes!'
Li Xijun was already dead, Li Ximing had no way out, the young man looked at the monk coldly, his mana flowed, and he transmitted the voice with a secret method:
"Since this bald donkey said this, in fact, it is for you on the surface, and it will definitely not hurt you. It's not too late for you and me to try again!"