Zhao Fujin was Li Yu's biggest achievement in Bianliang.
Today, the Zhengjing Sect has been established and is making great progress.
But Li Yu still believed that Zhao Fujin was the best gift he got in Bianliang.
She is the person that Old Man Zhang asked him to find to preach.
Perhaps the true Tao of Taiping will be passed down in her hands, Li Yu thought this in his heart more than once.
Unlike ordinary people, what others look at is understanding and spiritual roots.
But Zhao Fujin, she has divinity in her body, and compared with her aptitude, understanding and spiritual roots, it seems unimportant.
Just like Lu Zhishen.
If you have good qualifications, you may be able to get twice the result with half the effort by practicing, much faster than others.
But if you have divinity or Buddha nature, then you may not need to practice, and at a certain moment, you will suddenly have enlightenment.
This moment is not so rare, but it is probably an ordinary little thing around us.
For example, you may be taking a nap, have a good dream, wake up confused and confused, and suddenly have an epiphany;
It is also possible that it was raining, and you saw a flash of lightning, and you were impressed by the natural power of heaven and earth. If you understood something, you would have an epiphany;
Even when you are walking, you suddenly stumble, raise your head, and suddenly have an epiphany.
Li Yu came out of the mountain just for a word from Old Man Zhang. Although he went through a lot, he managed to never forget his original intention.
At this time, everyone in the Shenxiao Palace had also woken up from Pan Jinlian's strange murder and began to look forward to the next Emperor Ji.
Although the first game was bloody and he lost, it was very enjoyable to watch. And if you say he lost, it was just a loss based on the rules. Xue Daoguang actually won very thoroughly.
The second game is weird enough, but not entertaining at all. The real assassination is like this. The excitement you thought will not appear, but the game will end in an instant.
Now is the third game that has attracted much attention, and it is also the purpose of everyone coming here, to see the ownership of Kasaya and the performance of Emperor Ji.
The debate machine had already arrived on the stage, and after the Buddhists carried Huicheng's body off, Yuanmiao Mountain erupted into cheers like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
Amidst this noise, their Maode Emperor slowly walked out.
Li Yu couldn't take his eyes away, looking at Fu Jin in front of him. She was still so cute and cute.
Facing so many people, Di Ji, who had always been shy, was not shy at all.
She waved her hand gently and greeted the people below. The crowd burst into even more enthusiastic noises, and Yuanmiao Mountain was almost shaken.
Zhao Fujin came to the ring. Her movements were incomparable to Hui Cheng, who was born step by step, and different from Pan Jinlian's Yukong. She just walked up like an ordinary little girl, and even lifted her skirt.
Bianji looked at the little girl in front of him. He didn't dare to be careless at all. The girl just now had taught Buddhism a painful lesson.
Huicheng didn't even make a single move before he died on the ring, with all the muscles and veins in his body broken.
Even in the Demon Sect, very few people can do this kind of insidious technique.
Zhao Fujin looked at the debate machine and asked very seriously: "Master monk, are you my opponent?"
"That's right, let the poor monk compete with the princess."
"Princess? Ah, yes, I am a princess, but we in the Song Dynasty will call me Di Ji."
Bian Ji remained silent, not planning to continue chatting with her. This Di Ji had no intention of taking action at all. If she didn't stop him in time, judging from her appearance, she would probably be able to chat all day long in front of tens of thousands of people.
He was no longer very Huicheng, and confidently let the girl opposite him make the first move. He raised his palm and raised it to his mouth, "Amitabha, I'm sorry, I'm not welcome."
As soon as he took action, it was his own Great Sun Magic Technique. Monk Bianji spent ten years and met countless masters, and finally refined this "Great Sun Magic Technique" into a perfect one.
Bianji flew to the ring without moving, floated in mid-air, and with a finger on the spot, a four-petal golden lotus grew from the fire, supporting his body.
Under the Buddha's light, his whole body looked like a golden Arhat, which was somewhat similar to the technique of Gui Ji who was beheaded in Shenxiao Palace earlier.
But Qiuji summoned two golden bodies of Arhats, while Bianji turned into a golden body himself.
Lin Lingsu's eyes narrowed and her expression became solemn.
Looking at the top of Yuanmiao Mountain again, the golden light seems to have transformed into Lingshan Mountain in the West.
Li Yu and others all held their breath and watched the debate machine in the mirror showing off its power.
"Princess, why don't you start?"
Zhao Fujin tilted his head and asked, "What to start with?"
Bianji felt cruel, thinking that she was teasing him, "The poor monk is not polite!"
He leaned forward and muttered words, and in mid-air, a huge palm shot down from the sky. It covered the sky and the sun, covered the fairy mountain, and the sky suddenly became dark.
All the people covered their heads, fearing that they would also be smashed to death, but Zhao Fujin, who was in the center, still did not move.
The palms get smaller as they get closer. If you look closely, you can see that strength is gathering.
People who don't understand at this time only think that the palm is smaller and the power is smaller. But those with a little insight know that this is the concentration of strength, and the power is increased by more than a hundred times.
When the palm condenses into a normal size, a brilliant golden light appears floating in the sky, and instantly there are thousands of rays of light.
Li Yu was so nervous that he clenched his fists. The harder these spiritual powers were condensed, the more powerful they would be when they exploded.
There was a bang, and just when the palm was about to get closer, an earthen wall appeared in front of Zhao Fujin.
All the attacks hit the earth wall, but Zhao Fujin still stood there, motionless.
She chuckled and said proudly: "Great monk, my move is called the Thick Earth Technique, and it's very powerful."
The palm hit the earth wall without breaking it, but the power of the palm did not disappear either.
Bian Ji moved extremely fast, his attack was extremely explosive, and golden palm prints struck in almost all directions, but they were all blocked by Zhao Fujin.
"Why didn't Emperor Ji fight back? Is she looking down on the poor monk?"
Zhao Fujin raised his hands, waved them repeatedly, and said: "No, no, no, don't get me wrong, I'm not looking down on you. People only learned this trick because they were afraid of pain."
Bian Ji doesn't believe in evil, he doesn't believe that he can't break through a little girl's defense. The Great Sun Divine Kung Fu is a rare technique in Buddhism that focuses on offense.
He shouted loudly, his body was covered with golden light, and his palms emitted a dazzling Buddha light.
Like golden needles, they were shot towards Zhao Fujin. The golden needles hit Zhao Fujin's defensive shield in a gust of wind, and no one could get close to her.
The khaki light shield formed a flawless "eggshell" around her.
Because he was a little scared, Zhao Fujin raised his palms and covered his face.
If Li Yu hadn't strictly prohibited it and raped her several times, she would have squatted on the ground and held her head.
The audience in the audience suddenly became even more excited as they watched the great monk attack frantically while his own concubine remained unharmed and relaxed.
Zhao Ji, who was sitting on the main seat, looked at his subjects, all cheering for his daughter, and his face gradually turned from proud at the beginning to a little gloomy.
He is not the protagonist, he cannot accept that the cheers and cheers belong to others.
