The vastness outside the border is endless and the green space is boundless.

Zhuanghun Mountain is towering. In the hall, Zhuanghun King looks at the clouds and sky. At some point, he slowly withdraws his eyes and a dark expression appears on his face.

He never went to Mount Wangquan, but his divine will went through his body and saw everything that happened on Mount Wangquan.

His divine will and his will to search for the world, and he never discovered the aura of the king's Taoist.

He really left!

"He is finally gone."

The Wheel King seems to be happy and melancholy.

The joy is that the enemy who has suppressed him for a long time is finally leaving, but the sad thing is that he is unable to fight with him in the end.

"Master, why are you happy and sad?"

A monk saw his mood and couldn't help asking.

"The fellow Taoist has passed away, and I feel sad. The Buddha's kingdom is coming, and I feel happy again."

The Wheel King holds Buddhist beads, and his treasure looks solemn like a Buddha in the world.

His way is different from Pang Wanyang, Mu Qingfeng, and also from the true man of the Moon. His way is not in the heaven, but in sentient beings.

All sentient beings enter the Buddha's kingdom, and this path is accomplished.

Before Jiazi, he wanted to launch a war on the earth and to cause chaos in the countries, but when he met An Qisheng, who came out of nowhere, he had to stop the battle.

He knew very well in his heart that the Taoist lord, the king, was different from Pang Wanyang, who was only in the way of heaven. Once he acted, he would be frightened by it.

At first, he was not afraid because he was in charge of the vast country, and the power of a country and the aura of the people were all in it. Even if he was an enemy of the sky on the grassland, even if he was a thousand miles away, he could not threaten him on the grassland.

But the kingly Taoist is different...

"The Buddha's Kingdom is coming?"

"Have the Buddha's enemy finally gone?"

"My Buddha is merciful, and I Buddha is merciful!"

Many monks in the hall recited the Buddha's name very loudly and cried with joy.

No one doubts whether the Wheel King has read it wrong, just as the people of the King Quandao will not doubt An Qisheng.

"Master! Do you need to call the king to come and see him?"

A monk bowed slightly.

His name is Dorje. If it were Dafeng's language, it would be Vajra, a great disciple under the throne of the Wheel, the body of the divine vein, and the guardian of the Wheel Temple.

The man is thin and short, and is sallow, but not unhealthy at all. On the contrary, just as his name is, it is like a cast of a diamond.

His voice was like a collision of gold and iron, with a sonorous sound.

"After a hundred years, there have been tens of millions of soldiers and believers in my wolf country for many years."

An old monk stood up on his chest with a palm and sighed slightly.

His name is talented and his intention is to live long.

In fact, he is the longest-lived person in Zhuanghun Temple, and the uncle of Zhuanghun King has lived for two hundred years.

"Good, good."

The other monks also clasped their hands and smiled.

The Taoist Wang Quan overcame all the world for a hundred years, and the only one who could not breathe was that Dafeng's clans, the world, and the countries had also been suppressed for a long time.

"Amitabha."

While the monks in the hall were talking to themselves, a middle-aged monk chanted the Buddha's name in the corner:

"Master, Dafeng already has the power of the king. When we enter it, there will be waves. My Buddha is merciful, why do you need to commit this killing?"

The middle-aged monk had compassion on his face.

When the other monks heard this, they disagreed. However, many monks seemed to be very afraid of this person and never refuted it.

"The Wolf Kingdom was in constant war and tribes were in danger. How could they be united and never have war again?"

The old monk shook his head slightly and said:

"Man has endless desires, and desires produce endless suffering and troubles. The Buddha does not need all this. How can the king rule the world like the Buddha who saves the world?"

"My Buddha is merciful, how can I see the world attacking?"

The middle-aged monk sighed:

"Buddha saves people from the world, but we are not Buddhas."

The other monks immediately changed their expressions and refuted them, until they saw that the Wheel King's eyes were lowered, and then they stopped talking.

"Laosanne!"

The Wheel King looked at the middle-aged monk and said slowly:

"There are so many sufferings in the world, but only Buddha saves the world. The disasters of wars and the fate of the world should be borne by me."

"Master is merciful! I am merciful!"

All the monks clasped their hands together, with respect on their faces.

Lausanne bowed slightly and said no more.

"You can't bear it..."

Suddenly, a gentle sigh echoed in the hall.

The sigh was extremely gentle, and while echoing, it suppressed the sounds in the entire hall.

The crowd changed their expressions, and they looked around and looked around, but they could not see where the person who spoke was. However, countless monks and serfs outside the hall seemed to have not heard this sigh, and were still doing their own things.

"This, this..."

This made the old monk's face change, and ripples suddenly rose in his heart.

This sound sounded from the heart, not by the void as the medium.

The man is still thousands of miles away.

This is the true voice transmission of thousands of miles. I am afraid there is only one person in this world who can do this.

The most powerful Taoist in the world.

He is here?!

Click ~

The Buddhist beads in the wheel-turning king's palm no longer rotated, and a round behind his head slowly rose like a sunlight wheel. When he swept the light, he put his hands together and looked into the distance:

"So, you haven't left yet..."

In his eyes, the energy flowed, and the light and shadow outlined, as if he was following an inexplicable energy and saw the prairie thousands of miles away.

The cloudless sky is above, and the boundless grass is below.

In the vast world, an old figure in white clothes and white hair slowly walked from afar.

While looking at the Wheel King, the figure in white slowly looked up, and his faint eyes seemed to see the Wheel King on the throne of the hall thousands of miles away.

The King of Wheels is sitting in the Zhuangwill Mountain, and his mind is infinite and tall, as if he is mixed with this vast earthly aura, and is as majestic as the gods and Buddhas in the world.

"You shouldn't have come."

Seeing An Qisheng's current state, the King of Wheels' eyes rippled, and he sighed slightly:

"I'm invincible for a lifetime, I shouldn't be ruined by my monk..."

He has been working on Zhuanghun Mountain for a hundred years. The entire Zhuanghun Mountain is his temple, and the boundless grassland is his Buddha land.

With his current state, how can he be his opponent?

"What a great world, if you don't take a closer look before leaving, how can you give up?"

An Qisheng's eyes were plain, just as his words were as light as clouds and smoke.

His body was so old that his spirit had already been condensed in the sword of the king. At this time, it was like a physical body, and his breath would not be strong by the grass and trees on the roadside, and the sand and stones on the ground.

The human heart is weak, and it is strong because of all externalities, strength, martial arts, physical strength, power and wealth.

Those who decide martial arts are determined to swallow the world, run rampant, have a firm mind, are rich in the world, and can understand the gods. They are all paying attention to any occasion, have a strong mind and power in their hands. Once ordering them to mourn thousands of miles, they also have the will to kill and kill.

However, what about losing these?

How many people can have a strong mind before?

The state of mind will reverse.

At this time, An Qisheng's mood would not be reversed, and any encounters and things would not have any impact on his intentions.

A thousand miles apart, the two of them are in love with each other.

Feeling An Qisheng's intention, the Wheel King's eyes rippled deep ripples.
To be continued...