The mysterious scriptures come and go, sometimes low, sometimes high, as if they came from different time and space, and they seem to be lingering in the ears, chanting and reading in a low voice.
Regardless of whether you are willing to listen or not, there seems to be an inexplicable force guiding the scriptures straight into the depths of your heart.
Those with a violent temper may be comforted, or they may be disturbed by it; those with a peaceful mind may be addicted to it, or it may evoke the deepest violence in their hearts.
Wu Ming walked among them, but he seemed not to be affected by anything, as if he was in a world of his own, isolated from everything.
If you look carefully, you will definitely see the astonishing vision reflected in its indifferent pupils. It is a Buddha statue sitting cross-legged in the void, reciting scriptures, as if it is a Buddhist kingdom, which is very impressive. Lingering and forgetting to leave.
It is a pity that although Wu Ming practices Buddhism, he does not have a Buddha in his heart. To a certain extent, he is better than a divine Buddha.
The artistic conception is so lofty and lofty that even if you look at the state of your eyes, even if you have attained enlightenment from eminent monks or even holy Buddhas, they may not be as profound as him.
Perhaps, in terms of the depth of Buddhist principles, throughout China, there are only a few unparalleled holy monks, or the legendary Buddha Sakyamuni, who are qualified to teach a thing or two, and most of them even have to talk to their peers and sit down to discuss the Tao.
Even though this is the only remaining disciple of the Vajra Temple, they gather here to chant sutras and become the sect of tens of thousands of Buddhas.
But in front of the Lord of a Realm, it is nothing!
Even if there is a demon saint suppressed here.
Buzz!
Walking further inside, the void trembled with faint ripples, but amid the faint golden light, a small stone platform with endless Sanskrit inscriptions came into view.
On the stone platform, a tall golden figure sat cross-legged, with a serious look on his face, and a mighty dragon's power loomed.
But every time the pressure surges, the seemingly non-threatening faint golden light attached to its body will suddenly flash, suppressing the pressure.
"Wu Ming!"
As if feeling something, the golden figure suddenly straightened up, and two sword-like eyes passed through the void, staring at Wu Ming.
"Golden scales!"
Wu Ming said with an indifferent expression.
"snort!"
The golden scales were about to stand up, but suddenly fell back, and the look of shock and anger quickly disappeared from the majestic face.
It's not that he doesn't want to fight Wu Ming, but because of the power of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, he can't even display the power of a semi-saint.
Every time you use your demonic power, you will suffer a hardship in the chain composed of the boundless Buddha's light.
Moreover, the ubiquitous voice of the scriptures will take advantage of this gap to invade his holy soul.
It was okay once or twice. With his strength and foundation, he could still withstand this test, but after a few years, even he couldn't bear it anymore.
Buddhist magical powers inherently have a certain ability to confuse or confuse the gods. Even if they are cultivated to a profound level, they can, to a certain extent, change a person's will and fundamentally transform him into another person.
Thanks to his extraordinary inheritance and the fact that there is no holy Buddha to preside over this place, we have been able to survive until now.
Of course, the most important reason is that Wu Ming removed all the relics from the Vajra Temple to provide fuel for the fire of karma and a way to maintain life.
"You're finally here!"
Facing this ant that he had never paid attention to before, and which made him trapped here, Jin Lin could not express his emotions and anger no matter how deep the city was.
I think back then, he was the high-ranking Golden Scale Demon King, the Golden King of the Song Dynasty, and the spokesperson of the demon clan’s spiritual official in the court.
Even the Emperor of the Song Dynasty was fooled around by him, and he finally used the Dragon Veins of the Song Dynasty to achieve his own holy status!
But he didn't expect that in just a few years, he who had once concealed his secrets and became a saint would suddenly become a prisoner and fell into the hands of ants who had not looked down upon him in the past.
There is such a huge gap, not to mention the Golden Scale Demon Saint. Even ordinary people will feel jealous and even have bad thoughts when they see an acquaintance who is similar to themselves suddenly become successful and famous.
The Golden Scaled Demon Saint still can't figure it out. For thousands of years, his layout has been going smoothly. He has continued the layout of his ancestors and gradually achieved the status of saint. How could he suddenly become successful in just a dozen years? Did it collapse instantly?
He couldn't figure it out. Even with the unparalleled deduction ability of the Holy Realm Demon Soul, he had been sitting here for several years and still couldn't figure out what went wrong.
"Um!"
Wu Ming nodded indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, there was a stone table tea set on the stone platform.
There was no shouting or sarcasm as expected, it was as if strangers had just met, sitting opposite each other.
In fact, if we really want to talk about it, this is the first time that the two have faced each other head-on.
I remember when we first met, the other party was distracted by a holy thought, and with a wave of his hand, Wu Ming was riddled with evil and poison, and he was in danger of death.
If it weren't for the Chaos Lotus Lamp protecting the body, I'm afraid the grass on the grave would be burned as firewood!
The second time, also in the capital, was the day when the eldest princess Zhao Yingluo plotted against him. Facing the tyrannical Golden Scale Demon Saint, Wu Ming fled for his life and used the Mountain and Sea Boundary Pearl.
Thinking of this woman who was once the most noble woman in the Song Dynasty, but was abandoned by the emperor like a worn-out shoe, and was given the golden scale as a cauldron to carry the dragon energy of the Song Dynasty.
To say Wu Ming's mood was not complicated would be to deceive himself.
But when it comes to how deep the feelings are, there is no way to talk about them, and there is not even the slightest emotional basis.
If nothing else, if it weren't for many coincidences, if this woman got the chance, she would probably put herself to death mercilessly as a bargaining chip to flaunt her achievements and improve her status.
From the first time they met, Wu Ming could see through this woman that although she was not vicious, she was also an extremely selfish woman.
Otherwise, among the three royal princesses, this girl is the oldest and has the best talent, but the initial candidate for the furnace ultimately fell on the second princess, Zhao Wanru.
Unfortunately, fate is not as good as fate. Zhao Wanru was accepted as a disciple by Lu Jiuyuan. Wang Shouming was ordered by his teacher to take her away from Bianliang in the capital.
But no matter what, the beauty is so miserable that she still can't escape the fate of the furnace. It's pitiful, but also hateful!
Perhaps, there is a certain destiny somewhere.
Zhao Yingluo was taking the blame for himself, and was eventually tricked by his own sister who had schemed against him before. From then on, he was on the road to death.
But no matter what, she was his daughter's biological mother after all. Even if it was a calculated accident, in Wu Ming's eyes, the result of this conspiracy was beautiful and sweet!
By the third time, Wu Ming was no longer the ant who could only run for his life, but an unparalleled genius who planned the world and led the golden-scaled demon saint into the urn.
Moreover, he was able to capture Li Twelve Niang with his sword, and at the same time, he suppressed the spirited Golden Scaled Demon Saint who was awarded the title of Divine Beast to protect the country of the Song Dynasty and was almost a national master!
"Oh……"
The Golden Scaled Demon Saint gave a cold expression and wanted to say that Wu Ming was here to see his joke, but he couldn't say it.
Because he knew that Wu Ming was not so superficial, nor did he have such free time!
Moreover, he is indeed thirsty!
In other words, if you long for a cup of tea, even if it is pure water, you will be happy with it.
Even if he was in such a state, even if he didn't eat or drink for a hundred years, it wouldn't cause any harm to his body, but he was thirsty.
Even though he knew that this idea was wrong, the Golden Scale Demon Saint couldn't help but wanted to drink a cup of tea.
Under the influence of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, the scriptures that are recited all the time not only suppress and imprison him here, but also wear down his will at all times.
And thirst is a sign of weakened will!
It took a lot of perseverance for the golden-scaled demon saint to hold down his hand and not touch the tea cup.
He was afraid that after taking the first sip, he would take a second sip.
It's not that the tea is poisonous, but it's that the will will be weakened even more than the poison, so that he will fail in the next confrontation, or even be completely defeated.
Now, he is no longer the golden-scaled demon saint who can easily crush Wu Ming in the past, but a prisoner.
The change of identity was not unacceptable to a being like him, but what he couldn't face calmly was that the person who imprisoned him turned out to be Wu Ming.
Wu Ming took a sip of his tea, flicked it casually, and there were three more ordinary oil lamps on the table. He said calmly: "Three lamps, one is Pei Susu, and the other is Wu Ming. Who is the last one?"
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"Do you think I will say it?"
Golden-scaled Demon Saint Leng Ao said.
Even if he is a prisoner, the Golden Scaled Demon Saint is the Golden Scaled Demon Saint. Even if there are swords and axes attached to him, nothing can threaten him.
Of course, he still had some minor surprises. The soul lamp he had kept in the forbidden area of Youtan in the capital was unexpectedly retrieved by Wu Ming without a trace!
But then I thought about it, with the methods Wu Ming showed at the beginning, and now several years have passed, his cultivation strength can only become more unfathomable, which is not a surprise after thinking about it!
In his perception, Wu Ming's aura was indeed becoming more and more secretive, making him unable to see through it!
However, what is certain is that he still has not set foot on the holy path.
Otherwise, with such a deep entanglement of cause and effect with him, it is impossible for him not to be able to sense it. Even if the other person has a realm added to his body and takes the form of a master of the realm, he will not be able to sense it at all.
"Where did this poison come from?"
Wu Ming was not surprised, and continued to ask without even blinking.
"whispering sound!"
The golden-scaled demon saint gave him a cold look and turned slightly sideways to show his disdain.
"Um!"
Wu Ming nodded inexplicably and said indifferently, "I understand!"
The golden-scaled demon saint suddenly turned his head, his brows furrowed visibly, and he looked at Wu Ming with a hint of suspicion, even some surprise.
Vaguely, what Wu Ming said, "I know," seemed to be that he really knew it!
But how is this possible?
According to common sense, one might think that this was something the Golden Scaled Demon Saint got by chance. But why did Wu Ming's question reveal the hint that someone had already guessed that it was a conspiracy?
"Oh, you are worthy of plotting against the best swordsman in the world?"
Wu Ming seemed to be aware of it, and finally showed his change of mood for the first time, and said without concealing his ridicule and disdain, "You just abandoned your son, do you really think that you have become a person by achieving a holy status?"
"you……"
Even though the Golden Scale Demon Holy City was quite deep, his eyes suddenly turned red with anger, but at the next moment he took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and said in a cold voice, "Do you think that this shallow way of motivating generals can...
Can you anger me? Wu Ming, don't let me underestimate you! If you want to trick me, you have to show some real skills. Otherwise, even if you kill me now, you can still go down and see Lu Jiuyuan.
, I will also laugh at him and tell him how ignorant the successor he chooses is!"