King An said coldly: "Master Faxiang wants to give me the heart of Asura?"
Dharma Xiangshi bowed, shook his head and said solemnly: "Your Highness, this poor monk is here to persuade Your Highness to give up practicing the magical power of Asura."
"Give up? Why do I want to give up?" King An said coldly: "I have advanced very quickly in practice. It is the magic skill that is suitable for me to practice!"
"The poor monk also practiced the Asura magic skill, but it has been abandoned." The Dharma Prime Minister said solemnly: "Your Highness did not accept the Asura heart, and the pain during practice was unbearable, like the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand knives. The poor monk also experienced it.
Pass."
King An looked relieved.
Practicing Asura magic makes progress very quickly, but how many people know how painful it is?
Those who know the Asura magic skill often know the pain of practicing it, but this kind of pain cannot be experienced by just talking about it or imagining it. They never know how painful it is!
Faxiang had practiced the Asura magic skill, so he naturally had a deep understanding of it, which made King An feel a sense of intimacy.
But he soon put aside this warm feeling and said coldly: "Why does the master want to abolish the Asura Divine Art?"
Faxiang sighed: "This skill can travel thousands of miles with each passing day. The feeling of speed and power is addictive, but it will soon reach its limit. No matter how hard you practice, it is useless. If you want to make progress, you can only kill people. Otherwise, the martial arts will not advance but retreat."
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"Huh——?" King An frowned.
The Dharma combined with the tithe and sighed: "Your Highness, a poor monk and a monk don't tell lies. When the Asura magic has reached the advanced stage, the only thought in his mind is to kill people. He will not think about other things. If he does not kill people every day, he will be as anxious as if he has not eaten.
It’s uneasy and I can’t control myself!”
King An frowned and looked at him.
The Dharma Minister said in a deep voice: "The poor monk relies on the Buddha's teachings to suppress him, and with the blessings of the seniors in the temple, he still can't get rid of his desire to kill, so he can only abolish his martial arts. Although the prince has Xu Ning by his side, he can't suppress the killing!... The prince now only has the power to kill.
I felt anxious and wanted to kill people, but I was able to restrain myself. As my skills deepened, the prince became a monster who only knew how to kill... The prince was born in a noble family and had everything. Why did he pay such a price?"
King An was silent.
The Dharma Minister continued to advise: "The poor monk said something that was beyond the rules. If the prince is interested in that position, he must not continue to practice... Alas, with the wisdom of the emperor, how could he not know the dangers of Asura's magical power, but not stop the prince?
…”
He shook his head and sighed.
King An's face became a little gloomy, and he said coldly: "Master has too much control!"
"Yes, the poor monk is talking too much." Fa Xianghe Tibetan: "Our temple is for the common people in the world, and we cannot bear to cause too much killing, so I have come to persuade His Highness to give up practicing Asura magic. Even if His Highness does not care about the common people in the world or our temple, just
For my own sake, I can’t continue practicing, otherwise, all the glory and wealth I had in the past, such as flowers, beautiful families, and great ambitions, will all be like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, all of them will be in vain!”
"What if I don't give up?" King An said.
His expression was calm, as if he had not heard what the Dharma Minister said.
He glanced at Chu Li, who was smiling but not smiling, and his heart became more and more angry, and his original intention to retreat became more determined.
If Chu Li can't be dealt with, what's the point of being a prince? If he kills people, he will kill people. At most, he can just abolish his martial arts at that time, as long as he can kill Chu Li!
"Alas..." The Dharma Minister shook his head and sighed. He took out the small black stone-like Heart of Asura from his arms and handed it to King An: "Your Highness should know this thing. Our temple will give it to Your Highness."
"What are the conditions?" Wang An asked.
The Dharma Prime Minister shook his head and titheed: "If Your Highness really can't let go of the Asura Divine Power, please use this."
"I don't need it." King An said coldly: "My cultivation is advancing rapidly now, and I will soon reach the level of Asura's Heart. Why take the risk and take this? I will live with a narrow escape!"
The Dharma Prime Minister said: "Your Highness, don't worry. The two poor monks will use their secret skills to help Your Highness absorb the heart of Asura safely."
"Is there such a secret technique?" King An frowned.
There is no need to say more about the laws and tithes.
King An looked at Xu Ning.
Xu Ning said calmly: "Your Highness, there is no danger in this secret technique, because this secret technique will capture your Highness's body cultivation into the heart of Asura."
"What do you mean?" King An frowned.
Xu Ning said: "His Royal Highness's cultivation has turned into flowing water, and he needs to practice again, just like the Dharma!"
"What?!" An Wangjun's face darkened, and his eyes swept across the Dharma like a blade.
"Amitabha..." Fa Xianheshi proclaimed the Buddha's name and sighed: "Xun Ning, you are cultivating his mind!"
"Exactly." Xu Ning said calmly: "Faxiang, I can clearly see your methods. Your prince will not be fooled. The huge sect of Daleiyin Temple uses such ghostland methods to destroy the purity of Buddhism.
The ground is getting really bad!"
Dharma Prime Minister sighed and said: "Becoming a Buddha also requires expedient methods. What does it mean to use some means for the sake of the common people in the world!"
"Very good!" King An said coldly: "It seems that your Da Leiyin Temple will only give up if you destroy my cultivation!"
"Your Highness, our temple is not for myself, but for Your Highness and for the common people in the world."
"Shut up!" King An shouted angrily: "If you open your mouth or shut up, you are the only one in the world who cares about the common people in the world. It seems that you are the only one who cares about the common people in the world, while Daji's court doesn't care about the lives of the people!"
"Amitabha..." The Dharma Minister proclaimed the Buddha's name and sighed: "So, Your Highness does not want this heart of an Asura!"
"Asura's heart stays, you can leave!" King An snorted.
The Dharma Prime Minister said: "We can only offend!"
He turned to look at Xingming.
"Amitabha, the young monk has offended me!" Xingming paid tithes to King An, stepped over to King An's side, and reached out to catch King An's wrist.
"Bang!" Xu Ning took the lead, stood beside King An, and stretched out his palm to block it.
King An sneered and said: "What a big lawless Leiyin Temple, how dare you come to the palace to run wild!"
"Your Highness, as long as the Asura magic power is abolished, our temple will compensate Your Highness!" Fa Xiangheshi said in a sincere tone.
King An was so angry that he didn't even believe him. His body shape changed instantly. He grew taller and lost some weight. He became thinner and longer. His handsome face turned into a skeleton. His body movements were like electricity and he appeared in the Dharma Appearance instantly.
in front of.
The Dharma minister pronounces the name of the Buddha and pushes flat with both palms, which seems to be slow but is actually fast.
"Bang!" Wang An and Fa Xiang collided with their palms, and Wang An staggered back two steps.
The Dharma Prime Minister sighed: "Your Highness's cultivation of the Asura Divine Art is still shallow, so it would be a pity to abandon it. You must not persist in your obsession!"
"Death!" King An's eyes became cold, without a trace of human emotion, and he pounced on him again.
"Bang bang bang bang..." The two of them kept colliding with their palms and fists, as if they had completely given up their internal strength and just fought with their bodies.
Chu Li was amazed when he saw it. This Dharma image was indeed better than King An.
Xing Ming on the other side is also better than Xu Ning.
If Xu Ning hadn't had his psychic powers and knew Xing Ming's tricks in advance, he would have been unable to support him long ago.
Xing Ming looks ugly, but his movements are extremely graceful. Don't look at his face, just look at his figure. He looks like a graceful woman dancing, her moves are smooth and graceful, and there is no murderous intention at all.