Chapter 160 The Six Spiritual Transformations of the Buddhist School - Heavenly Eyesight
His voice resounded throughout the palace, carrying the breath of blood and fire, like two pieces of hard pig iron striking each other.
Qingli Jun remained silent, not saying a word.
"Why?" After a long while, he asked calmly.
"Just because the Dragon King is a demon, the person who holds power in the world has always been a human being!"
"It's interesting." Qing Lijun smiled coldly and looked at the group of people below him jokingly: "Aren't you people too?"
Under his gaze, the people in black fox masks and golden armor shuddered. Under the intense gaze, the heavy pressure almost made them kneel to the ground.
"A few days ago, you used the Great Teleportation Talisman to sneak in quietly, and you dared to mess with my palace-protecting array, affecting the restrictions."
Qing Lijun's tone was completely smooth:
"Your nonsense almost caused the Tongjiang River water riot to break free, and almost nullified all my years of hard work."
His voice was full of murderous intent, and there were specks of ice in the air. The temperature in the palace dropped sharply, the cold air was strong, and the wind was chaotic.
The black fox mask was fine. Although his knees were shaking, he couldn't help but kneel half down.
But some of his companions behind him couldn't resist such power.
Brilliant ice flowers burst out from their chests and abdomens, and the blood solidified quickly, giving the newly formed ice edges a faint crimson color.
"I and Yan Yuese are talking nonsense to you. That's because I have spent so long and finally suppressed the water veins again."
Qing Lijun's voice came indifferently:
"You really think you don't have to die?"
A few days ago, these outsiders used the Great Teleportation Talisman to quietly teleport to the outskirts of Qingli Palace.
An unknown ancient treasure was also used to disturb the magic circle that had circulated around Qingli Palace for thousands of years.
The Tongjiang water veins, which were originally suppressed by the magic circle, took the opportunity to break free and began to riot.
Qingli Jun has not shown his face in the past few days. After capturing the Xuanhu Mask people, he spent a lot of time and the same group of Dragon Palace veterans calmed down the restless water veins again.
The actions of Xuanhu Mask and others almost ruined his hard work over the past few years.
Rao, who had always boasted of his profound skills in cultivating qi, was also furious.
"I am……"
Half of the black fox mask has been cracked, and there are blood stains on the fair face, but before they fall, they have solidified into ice beads.
"I am... Beisan... the prince!"
"It's none of my business!"
The man with the bamboo crown spat, looking disdainful:
"If you have the ability, let the people from Beiwei cross over to Dazheng to beat me! No? If not, just shut up!"
Behind the black fox mask, the burly man in golden armor groaned, and his left arm shattered into pieces.
Hearing the cries of pain from his companions, the third prince of the North Guard's eyes were about to burst.
A group of them, under the order of the Lord of the Northern Wei Kingdom, rushed all the way to Tongjiang to discuss important matters with Lord Qingli.
Unexpectedly, there would be constant twists and turns. First, he was captured by Lord Qingli and ignored him.
But today, when Qing Lijun actually summoned them, but they just had a disagreement, this demonic dragon killed them fiercely.
He had been so kind and cheerful just now, but now he suddenly resorted to harsh measures. Is this monster dragon crazy?
Obviously, even if they were captured, Qingli Palace would always treat them as guests.
Such a situation would inevitably make the three princes of Beiwei and others feel uneasy.
The cries of pain continued one after another behind him. The third prince of Beiwei was in a state of desolation. In a daze, a glaze-like ice light also covered his body.
"First you ruined my big business, and then you want to use me as a gunman,"
Qing Lijun shrugged:
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"I..." The third prince of Beiwei struggled to speak: "Long Jun, I haven't finished speaking yet..."
"Not finished yet? Then there's no need to say it anymore."
Qing Lijun said calmly:
"Kill all the humans in the palace? Do you know who is standing behind them?
If these three mountains, the dynasty, the aristocratic family, and the holy land, were to crush me together, even if I had nine lives, it wouldn't be enough for me to die."
For so many years, Qinglijun, who has lived together from the past to the present, is respected as the most ancient immortal.
Even among monsters who achieve enlightenment, they are the rarest of existences.
Whether it was the dispute over Yi Ding, the chaos in the Holy Land, or the war between aristocratic families, he had personally experienced all these troubled times.
There is only one word to survive until now - stability!
The only mistake he made in his life was when he instigated three other demon immortals to cause chaos on the earth when the aristocratic family and the Holy Land were in separate states.
But the demonic chaos that was almost certain to happen was disintegrated by the master who had been hiding from the world for many years.
After that, Lord Xuanwen also achieved the upper three realms and became a saint on earth.
Seeing the current situation clearly, Lord Qingli put away all his thoughts, restrained his wings, and even opened the palace gates wide, married the dragon girl, and made an marriage agreement with the human race outside Tongjiang...
Even though I occasionally obtained a Shinto talisman from the purple mist, I learned about the ancient Shinto practice method.
But if he wanted to take action now, Qingli Jun would definitely be reluctant.
Chaos, more chaos.
As the great Zen master Miaoyan spreads his military power in the world, and Beiwei conquers all the demon queens in the world, national war in troubled times is about to begin.
Wait until the divine way is complete, and wait until they are all almost dead.
That's when the Tongjiang Aquatic Tribe really showed up.
"I'm still a little carried away."
Looking at the struggling three princes of Beiwei and others below, the man in the bamboo crown and green robe shrugged:
"If I didn't dare to kill you before I got the Shinto talisman, you wouldn't have to die..."
"What a pity."
A sharp look flashed across his eyes:
"You are actually able to break through the formation and see through my water veins. In this way, even if I can endure it, I will have to send you back to the west."
The third prince of Beiwei struggled to raise his head, half of his body had turned into an ice sculpture, and the teasing in the demon dragon's eyes was not concealed at all.
"I treat you as guests, just to make your death happy at the last moment."
"What?" Qing Lijun chuckled: "Third Prince, do you think that I will let uninvited evil guests go?"
He lazily turned around and wanted to end this farce.
Suddenly, the dying third prince stretched out his trembling hand and crushed a jade talisman.
The man who returned to the dragon bed looked calm and showed no intention of stopping him.
As the jade talisman was crushed, the light and shadow changed, and the old monk in golden robe clasped his hands together, with a withered treasure tree on his head, and a solemn face.
He seemed not to be anywhere, but he seemed to be everywhere. Golden flowers bloomed all over the sky and were planted in the shell palace, turning the deep water palace into a Buddhist kingdom in the west.
In the eyes of the old monk in gold robes, there is the birth and death of all things, like the terrifying scene of the great decay of the universe, and the evolution of galaxies, like the first judgment of the Hongmeng, the beginning of Yin and Yang.
After the old monk appeared, a low voice of Buddhist singing could be heard.
Although the sound was soft, it was like the Milky Way bursting its banks and rushing towards thousands of human worlds.
Qing Lijun's expression changed, and he moved his fingers, but looking into the eyes of the golden-robed monk, he did not stop him.
The three princes of Beiwei and others who were dying were distorted, and in an instant, they were teleported out of Tongjiang by the old monk.
"The Dragon Lord is very kind and merciful. On behalf of the king, I would like to thank the Dragon Lord for not killing me."
The golden-robed old monk smiled slightly, with a calm expression:
"As for disrupting the water veins of Tongjiang River, the entire responsibility for this matter lies with the old monk. He did it from a distance and wanted to test the depth of Long Jun's spiritual attainments. He had nothing to do with the third prince."
"Did you see it?"
For a long time, Qingli Jun, who suddenly fell silent after the golden-robed old monk appeared, spoke in a hesitant voice:
"When did you actually achieve clairvoyance?"
The person who came was surprisingly the abbot of Landuo Temple in Northern Wei, monk Cizai.
"Probably, it was when Shenzu was getting better and better, and it was said that he was going to break into the upper three realms."
The golden-robed old monk smiled slightly, and an extremely bright and flawless round light flowed in his eyes, as if he wanted to illuminate the three thousand worlds and save all sentient beings.
The six divine transformations of Buddhism - clairvoyance.
After the divine foot power was cultivated by Guang Hui, the celestial vision power, one of the six divine powers of Buddhism, finally reappeared in the world.
"I was also curious about ancient divine ways. I was rude and rude for a while, so I asked Lord Long to take care of me."
The golden-robed old monk bowed down and made a solemn salute.
Qingli Jun's hands trembled slightly, he just wanted to beat the old monk's incarnation into ashes.
I just hesitated again and again, but in the end I still didn't take action.
"Later, Beiwei will give you a great gift." The old monk in gold robe seemed to have seen through Qingli Jun's thoughts, and gave another gift: "Dragon Lord, I hope you can extinguish the wrath of the thunder a little."
Phew~
After a long time, Qingli Jun sighed and asked:
"Okay, what do you want to do?"
"Yi Ding."
"What do you mean?" Qing Lijun frowned.
"The chaos of the Three Kingdoms that has lasted for thousands of years." The golden-robed old monk said with a calm expression, "It's time to end."
