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The sun rises in the east, and golden light dyes the sky, driving away the darkness and descending on the world.
The Imperial City is the coldest in the middle of winter, and the sky is barely bright at this time, which is when the coldest temperature of the day is strongest.
Jingyuan Street in the 73rd District of the Imperial City was packed with people. Some were dancing lions and tigers, some were playing drums, and there were colorful ribbons hanging everywhere, making it extremely lively.
"With God in your home, external demons will not invade!"
Noisy crowds patrolled the streets, breaking the early morning silence.
In the 'Fengming Tower' where wisps of smoke were rising, a Confucian scholar in green shirt opened the window on the third floor and looked down at the noisy street. His eyes were dark: "Are you inviting a new god?"
The Confucian frowned.
He had seen this kind of scene many times in the past eighteen years, and it was not uncommon for the residents and monks in the imperial capital.
Not only the imperial capital, Lingquan Dao, but also all the Dao, prefectures and cities in the world have similar rituals.
This ceremony is also called 'inviting the gods'.
Invite the 'god' back home from the 'Yuanyang Temple' to protect the whole family.
"May I ask this brother, where did this ritual of inviting gods first come from?"
The window next door was also pushed open. A thin middle-aged man looked at the Confucian scholar with a solemn expression, raised his hands and asked: "I have come all the way from afar, what is the matter in the state capital where I am? If there is a god in the house, external demons will not invade." 'The rumors spread widely..."
"Brother, you are polite."
The Confucian scholar responded with a salute and then said: "This is not a secret. This 'inviting gods' ceremony was implemented by the imperial dynasty. If not for this, it would never have been widely spread in just eighteen years.
I heard that eighteen years ago, the prince succeeded to the throne and reformed the old system. I heard that this "please god" was learned from the previous dynasty. In recent years, it has become very popular with some common people and even low-level monks.
Every time a new god is launched, it will soon spread all over the world. "
"The ground only..."
The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he forced a smile again: "I see, thank you for clarifying my doubts, brother..."
After that, the middle-aged man closed the window.
Looking back at the black-robed young man who was silent in the room, he bowed slightly and said: "Honored God, many evil heretics are indeed spread from the Great Zhou Dynasty... Maybe the rumors are true, that Long Xingyi If I really got that person's inheritance, I will recast the 'Earth'."
"It won't be a recast of 'The Land'."
The black-robed young man's face was as serious as iron, and his tone was as sonorous as gold and iron, and his words seemed to have iron blood spilling out: "All along the way, you have only seen these 'false gods' protecting ordinary people, but you have ignored the more important point!"
"God?"
The middle-aged man was confused.
"Practitioner!"
The young man in black robe shook his sleeves, and as the invisible force fluctuated, a young man with a dazed expression fell between the two of them.
"What method do you practice? What path? Which sect and sect do you study under? Who is your teacher?"
As the young man in black robe asked in a deep voice, the young man with a sluggish expression raised his head and said numbly: "I, I practice the 'Giant Spirit Suppresses the World'. I don't have a teacher. I understand it from the throne of the Giant Spirit God." Arrived..."
Before the young man finished speaking, the middle-aged man's expression had changed drastically several times, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes: "Someone, someone is using the name of God to spread new laws in the world?!"
call!
The young man in black robe casually waved his hand and knocked the young man into the void. Just then he moved his five fingers, and a ray of energy that was different from any spiritual energy in this world was pinched by his fingertips.
"This this......"
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and there was a slight chill behind his back: "Could it be those God Emperors? Want to take advantage of this opportunity..."
"This Qi looks like Buddha and Tao, but it is neither Buddha nor Tao. It seems to have the strengths of all Tao, but it is also strange that the Tao is unclear..."
The young man in black robe whispered to himself slightly, his eyes constantly changing:
"What's even more weird is that these 'false gods' methods are not written in writing, nor are they passed down orally. It seems that as long as someone worships the statue of the god, they can obtain it naturally...
This method of preaching is similar to Buddhism's heart-to-heart connection, but much more terrifying! "
The eyes in the black robe were dim, and his heart was filled with concentration, even horror.
Since ancient times, there have been many people who want to spread the Dharma in the world. Although there are not many people who are as successful as that Confucian master, there are still some.
But it has never been so powerful.
Along the way, they saw no less than a thousand types of 'false gods', and their footprints even covered all realms. Prefectures, prefectures, and even more, under the promotion of the imperial court, spread to thousands of households.
However, these 'false gods' teach the Dharma without the need for words, oral narration, practice, or literacy. Even a deaf-mute and blind person can obtain the method of practice in the process of worshiping the statue of the god!
Because of this, in just eighteen years, this method has been widely spread in the world. Although no real master has appeared until now, it has a faint tendency to shake Taoism and Buddha.
Without him, it would be spread too widely and there would be too many practitioners.
This is especially terrifying for him who knows the true purpose of the 'divine transmission of magic'.
"Then, the person behind this..."
The middle-aged man felt his scalp numb and couldn't help but said, "What should we do?"
"call!"
The young man in black robe slowly exhaled a breath: "Someone is coming."
Da da da!
As soon as the black-robed boy finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
"who?"
The middle-aged man was startled. Before the knock on the door sounded, he didn't even notice anyone approaching.
boom!
The door opened, and a red figure stepped into the house. He clasped his hands and looked at the young man in black robe with a half-smile: "Zhulong Walker, do you still remember our old friend?"
"You?! Old...that's not right."
The black-robed boy's pupils shrank, and he leaned back for a moment. He was startled at first, and then he stood up in a panic: "You are the Red Boy King Kong!"
Zhulong Walker was so shocked that he didn't even dare to look at that familiar face.
Sumeru Buddha Mountain is honored by the three great Buddhas, followed by the four great Bodhisattvas, the five great Vajras, the eight great Jialan, and the eighteen Arhats. The people in front of them are not among the above, but their status is extremely special.
Without him, this red boy Vajra is a 'monster' created by the first person among the ancient saints, Lord Buddha Xumi, who ignited that ball of 'karma fire' with his supreme supernatural power.
The fire of karma is the fire of the sins of heaven and earth. This fire can burn the Buddha into ashes and destroy all the gods in the world.
"We had a chance encounter 70,000 years ago. It's hard for Zhulong Walker to still remember the young monk."
The red boy performs Namaskar, but the candle dragon walker dare not even say it.
He then smiled slightly and explained the purpose of his visit: "The young monk is here to borrow the 'candle light' from the traveler."
The Candle Dragon Walker was born from the blood of the Candle Dragon's death. He ranks among the five great practitioners of the Emperor and Heaven. His strength is even inferior to that of the Eight Celestial Beings and the Ten Directions Celestial Beings who are inferior to him.
But its status is extremely high, even ranking first among the five great practitioners of the Divine Court.
It's because of the 'candle light'.
The candle illuminates all realms, and the Dharma Eye cannot escape!
"Candlelight?!"
The Zhulong Walker's expression changed slightly, and then his shock calmed down, and he said in a deep voice: "Vajra, you should know what the use of this magical power means to this god."
Zhuzhao is a saint-level magical power!
It is the magical power possessed by the ancient candle dragon. With this magical power, one can even glimpse the mysteries of the saints.
When Zhulong died and was reborn, he even lost this magical power!
In his lifetime, he can only use this magical power ten times. This limit will not even be restored with his rebirth!
"The little monk naturally understands."
Red Boy smiled and nodded, looking at the wary Zhulong Walker, he slowly opened his palm, and a young and tiny branch slowly rose up: "In exchange for this, what do you think of the Walker?"
This branch has seven colors, and the branches are so young that they seem to be broken at the slightest touch.
But the moment this branch appeared, Zhulong Walker and the middle-aged man couldn't help but look intoxicated, their souls seemed to be immersed in it, and they were shocked beyond measure.
After a long, long time, Zhulong Walker came back to his senses from the shock, and his voice was harsh: "The seed of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!"
"Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!"
The middle-aged man's body was shaking like chaff, his eyes were frightened and greedy, and he wanted to swallow the tree seed in one mouthful.
The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree is the first magical power from all eternity.
No dispute!
This is definitely not just because during that turmoil, the old Buddha used the tree to wipe out the unparalleled magical powers such as 'The Universe in His Sleeves', 'Five Colored Divine Light', 'Ding Yi Dragon Form Three Three Styles'.
It is also because when this magical power was born, it attracted saints to come. Some saints once said bluntly that the exquisiteness of this magical power is no longer lower than that of a saint!
"I......"
Zhulong Walker opened his mouth to speak, but paused. His throat felt itchy and he could not speak.
Even if the temptation of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree is unparalleled, he will never be willing to use 'Candle Light'!
Because Zhuzhao is not only a magical power, but also his life!
Ten candlelights are ten lives.
He wanted to refuse, but looking at the dim and cute Qibao tree, his heart trembled, but he nodded heavily and exhaled like an ox: "... Being able to serve the Buddha is the best thing in Zhulong's life. Fortunately, how dare you ask for supernatural powers?"
Zhulong's heart bleeds.
But he still had to put on a smile and refuse the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree that was delivered to his door. Although his magical power was good, how could he dare to ask for it?
"The Buddha is aware of how polite the traveler is, and he must also appreciate it in his heart."
Hongtong nodded slightly, put away the magical seed in the extremely complicated eyes of the two people, and then said: "I wonder when the traveler can take out the 'Zhuzhao'?"
"...right away."
Zhulong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He turned his back suddenly and stopped looking at the red-robed monk. He gritted his teeth in his heart, but he still raised his hand, and suddenly thrust his five fingers into his chest.
"ah!"
With a scream that was suppressed but still terrifying, Zhulong fell to the ground, sweating profusely, and his face was as white as paper.
He spread out his blood-covered palm and handed a vertical pupil mixed with black gold, as big as a fist, to Hongtong. His voice was hoarse and weak: "I am not a candle dragon beast. The candlelight can only see the 'present', but cannot penetrate the 'past'" future'......."
"King Kong must remember, you must make sure that person is in the world, otherwise..."
"Good, good!"
Red Boy made a long bow, and the billowing power of Buddha poured into the huge wound on Zhulong's chest.
When Zhulong exhaled and stood up, he had disappeared into the restaurant.
call!
In the void, the red boy clasped his hands together, held the 'eyeball' between his palms, and recited in his heart:
"...the only mind of the Buddha...the Supreme, the Awakened One!"
