The golden Buddha's hand came out from the Prajna Temple, went straight up into the air, and was photographed from the sky. The magnificent Buddha's palm shattered all obstacles. It was truly overbearing and boundless. The terrifying beast's claw was crushed directly and completely collapsed.
The Buddha's hand fell to the ground and turned into a mountain of hundreds of feet, suppressing the "Tiankeng"!
This golden Buddha's hand falling from the sky actually filled up the bottomless pit!
The giant claw collapsed, the roars subsided, and tranquility returned. Everything seemed to have never happened, but compared with before, there was an extra mountain shaped like five fingers.
The Buddha's hand descended from the sky, subduing the demon and suppressing the evil spirit!
This scene was so terrifying that it was almost a myth. Everyone was shocked and speechless. In the Prajna Temple, Xia Mang was leaning against the ancient bell. He was also extremely shocked. His mind wandered and he thought of a legendary secret skill of Buddhism.
"Tathagata Divine Palm!"
Xia Mang coughed up a mouthful of blood and murmured: "Buddha's light first illuminates the mountains and rivers, and the golden-domed Buddhist lantern welcomes the west sky. The Buddha's light illuminates thousands of Buddhas and descends, and ten thousand Buddhas pay homage to the boundless sect... Does the Tathagata Palm, which contains boundless Buddhist dharma, really exist?
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Tathagata Palm is more than just a legend!
Doesn’t that mean that some legends about the mythical age are likely to be true, and even the “mythical” age that is suspected to be fabricated actually once existed?
The myth is more than just a myth, it may be the real past!
Xia Mang gasped. In today's era, most people think that the theory of "myth" is a fallacy, a lie, just a legend, and cannot be true.
Some people even say that even the so-called "mythical" era was fabricated and was the imagination and fiction of the ancestors. But now that even the "Tathagata Divine Palm" has appeared, Xia Mang suddenly felt that the so-called "mythical" era may not be true.
Just a myth.
In the legends of the mythological era, the Tathagata Palm is the current Buddha in the Western Paradise. It is the unique Buddhist teaching created by the Tathagata Buddha, Sakyamuni. It is said that this palm contains boundless Buddhist dharma, which can save all living beings and save lives from disasters.
"Is there really Tathagata Buddha?!"
Xia Mang's expression changed and he said to himself: "But where are the Buddhas in the sky now? There is not even a real Buddha in the world..."
He looked at the five-finger-shaped mountain, his eyes flickering, "The mythical era that seems to have existed... It seems that many great secrets have been buried!"
"And in this Prajna Temple, there are Buddhist monks who can use the Tathagata Palm to suppress the sinkhole!" Xia Mang looked at the gilded Buddha holding flowers in his hands, "Such cultivation is enough to win the title!"
Aspire to the fourth level of Fuyao, surpass "Flying Sky", become the most powerful person in the world, known as the Great Venerable, invincible in the world!
At this time, the bottomless pit was filled and suppressed, and the "Sword Cave" in the sky disappeared at some point. It can be said that the sky and the earth are peaceful and the blue sky is clean. Everything before seemed to have never happened, and tranquility was completely restored.
Xia Mang was so distracted that he didn't notice the six-wheeled Buddha approaching. He stood up straight and slowly left the ancient clock, staggering back to the Emperor's Palace.
This time he was too seriously injured. He was held tightly by the beast's claws, his lungs were severely damaged, and his bones cracked. He felt like all his bones had been crushed!
But after the pocket sword exploded, the sword energy penetrated his body and circulated throughout his body, and his bones seemed to be reconnected as a result.
But it was just a skeleton. This did not change the fact that he was seriously injured. At this moment, his body was in pain all over his bones, his internal organs were displaced, they were all cracked, and blood was flowing out.
This is an "internal injury" that is difficult to recover in a short period of time and requires careful conditioning.
Xia Mang coughed a few times and coughed up blood. His face was white and there was no trace of blood. He was obviously holding on.
He ran "Zhong Qing Jue" and "Midsummer Sutra" at the same time, hoping to use it to heal his wounds and repair his injured body. However, "Zhong Qing Jue" focused on spiritual power and was of limited help to the physical body. He was only the beginning of the early summer volume of "Midsummer Sutra". Even though he is enlightened, it is impossible for him to recover from his injuries quickly even if he is just a beginner.
"The "Little Bodhi Technique" of Prajna Temple can help me heal my wounds, but it's a pity..." Xia Mang thought about it and immediately shook his head. "Little Bodhi Technique" is the secret knowledge of Prajna Temple, how could it be passed on to him?
He was imprisoned here, and the Prajna Temple only had to protect him from death, and it was impossible to teach him Kung Fu.
Xia Mang's eyes brightened as he thought of the Buddhist scriptures he had thrown on the top floor of the Emperor's Palace, "I hope the Medicine Master Sutra, the Great Nirvana Sutra, the Avalokitesvara Sutra, etc. can be of some use."
Although these Buddhist scriptures are not the ultimate Buddhist teachings, if you read them more and understand them more, you can cultivate your moral character. Xia Mang has no doubt about this.
Having made up his mind, Xia Mang was about to get up and go back to the top floor of Tianzi Palace to read the Buddhist scriptures that had been put aside. He had no choice. He was under the eaves and no one else could save him, so he could only find a way to save himself.
But at this moment, the groups of people who had previously avoided walking around bypassed Wuzhi Foshan and arrived in front of the Emperor's Palace, blocking Xia Mang's path.
Xia Mang frowned. He couldn't help coughing and asked, "Is something wrong?"
He was seriously injured, his face was pale, his eyes were dim, his tone was a little weak, his back was not straight, and he looked sickly, lacking the proper grace and spirit.
"Young Emperor Xia?" Some people were scornful, shaking their heads and saying, "You are so useless, no wonder you will become the king of the country."
At this time, Xia Mang was really miserable and downcast. Coupled with his status as the king of a subjugated country, it was no wonder that people looked down upon him.
Xia Mang had no expression on his face and turned around to leave. These people obviously had bad intentions, but he had no time to pay attention to them at the moment. He was seriously injured. If he delayed for a while, the danger would increase. If there were any sequelae, he would be in trouble.
He staggered, not intending to pay attention to these people. He wanted to return to the emperor's palace as soon as possible. He had to heal his injuries and recover as soon as possible. This was the top priority and there was no room for delay.
Suddenly, a young man in black stood in front of Xia Mang, blocking his path.
Xia Mang frowned and asked again: "Is something wrong?"
"Why are you so anxious, Your Highness?" The young man in black said with a smile: "We are very interested in that Xuanqing sword embryo. Your Highness might as well take it out so that everyone can have a better look at it."
He smiled, but his eyes were full of no resistance, very domineering.
The rest of the people also looked at Xia Mang with playful eyes. Now that Daxia has perished, a fallen king of a subjugated country is insignificant and nothing. No one takes him seriously.
What's more, Xia Mang is still a prisoner now. They are all wealthy people, especially with the support of big people behind them. They are even more unscrupulous, surrounding Xia Mang, with playful eyes.
"I don't have any sword embryos." Xia Mang looked calm and shook his head: "You have found the wrong person." After saying this, he tried to bypass the young man in black.
Behind him, the ghost with long gray-white hair narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Without that Xuanqing sword embryo, how would you survive?" The young man in black stretched out his hand to grab Xia Mang's shoulder, blocking his way, and coldly snorted: "Does your Highness think we are fools?"
At that time, Xia Mang was tightly grasped by the beast's claws and was in danger. If the Xuanqing sword hadn't suddenly appeared and penetrated the beast's claws, he would have been killed long ago. Everyone could see clearly, so it was useless for Xia Mang to deny it.
"That's right, why should Your Highness keep your broom so precious to yourself?" someone shouted.
"Besides, you are not a king who has subjugated your country, but now you have become a prisoner. It is a waste and a waste of natural resources to ask for that magical sword embryo. It is better to take it out." Some people did not shy away and asked directly.
"The Xuanqing Sword Fetus does not belong to you!"
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Everyone was talking, some were encouraging, some were ridiculing, and they spared no effort to attack Xia Mang, but it was obvious that they were all using this to force Xia Mang to hand over the Xuanqing sword fetus.
These people are so unscrupulous. They not only want to seize the Xuanqing sword fetus, but they also want to humiliate Xia Mang.
"Your Highness is a smart man. Since you can't afford it, you should put it down." Behind him, the gray-haired Ghost Lie suddenly spoke with a cold voice, "Just like on the top of Kunlun, you left the Great Xia Longque behind and chose to do it. A king who has subjugated his country..."
Xia Mang's figure froze.
"That's right." The young man in black quickly agreed, squinting at Xia Mang, his eyes full of disdain, and sneered: "You know you know it, and it is not shameful to live in order to survive. Your Highness, please don't ask for trouble..."
Chi!
Suddenly, a dark blue sword light suddenly appeared, and then the young man in black was holding Xia Mang's arm and was cut off by the roots, flying out with bloody light!
The sword shines like lightning!
All this happened so fast, his arm flew up and then fell to the ground. Only then did the young man in black react. He covered his broken arm and screamed in agony, which was really heartbreaking and hoarse.
"Chi", suddenly, another sword light flashed across, and the screams of the young man in black stopped abruptly, and at the same time, his head rose into the sky!
All this happened as fast as lightning. When everyone came to their senses, the young man in black was already dead and beheaded by Xia Mang!
Xia Mang turned around, held the Xuanqing sword in his right hand, pointed at Yougui Lie, whose long gray hair was flying, and said expressionlessly: "There are indeed many things that I can't pick up, but this definitely does not include this Xuanqing sword."