Ever since, one person and one dragon were spinning, flying from the world under the yellow sand to the crack!
The dragon's body was like a python, entangled tighter and tighter, vowing to swallow Li Xiuyuan the moment he flew out of the ground, and then return to the ground to continue devouring him.
In its view, the opportunity for rebirth lies with that little monk!
With the Buddhist body, it will no longer be afraid of the Bodhisattva under the Nine Netherworld.
In just an instant, one person and one dragon flew forty-six feet out of the crack. The sun in the sky shone on Li Xiuyuan, and the dragon stretched out its steel-like claws...
He looked at Li Xiuyuan and laughed wildly: "You can play a trick on me... Hahaha!" Swinging the huge dragon head, the momentum was overwhelming for a while!
"You are already dead!" Li Xiuyuan said coldly.
The moment the dragon entangled Li Xiuyuan, it also rolled up the wreckage and armor, as well as countless rubbles that Li Xiuyuan had rolled up with the power of water.
The dragon in front of him was more powerful than he expected, but he had already thought of a way to deal with it. How could he allow this guy to devour him?
Li Xiuyuan held the long sword in his hand as if he were holding a long river!
When he held the long sword, the power of Buddhist nirvana had reached its limit. Gradually, he turned this power into the terrifying aura between his fingers!
The power of the dragon has also been raised to the extreme, and the power it erupts is definitely not inferior to the surging river water condensed by Li Xiuyuan.
However, when Li Xiuyuan stabbed out with his sword, Jiaolong's expression suddenly changed. His huge dragon claws hit the tip of the sword, and the long sword pierced the dragon's claws.
The dragon roared: "Boy, I will send you to hell right now!"
However, when it lowered its head and was about to take a bite, it found that its head could no longer move!
It was so frightened that it let out an extremely shrill roar like a dying wild wolf that shocked the world!
Because, a Buddha's light that is countless times more solemn and rich than the young monk gushes out from its dragon claws!
No, it should be said that it spurted out from the boy's body that was tightly wrapped around him!
At the moment when thousands of golden lights spurt out, the fiery scene surpasses the scorching sun shining above the sky and the earth!
Because the Buddha's light turned into a sword, the wreckage, armor, and even gravel in the water also turned into the ten thousand spirit swords cut by Li Xiuyuan!
A vague saint's sword intention emerges from the Buddha's light, from the wreckage, armor, and gravel wrapped in the water!
Turn it into thousands of spiritual swords and break it apart!
At that moment, the stegosaurus that transformed into the sound of a piano was even more terrifying than before. It didn't give the dragon a chance to regret or escape at all!
When the sword comes out, it will kill the dragon!
This is a sword intention that Li Xiuyuan realized on Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River!
This is the power of Ruoshui that comes from the snowy mountains of the Tang Dynasty and contains a trace of the sword intention of the saint!
This is the spiritual power transformed from the purest and strongest fire of Nirvana in Buddhism!
This area of heaven and earth, and even the wreckage, armor, and gravel beneath the yellow sand, were all used by Li Xiuyuan to turn them into thousands of spiritual swords!
Just to kill the dragon!
Jiaolong roared unwillingly: "If I had known this, why would I bother with that little monk?"
At this time, Li Xiuyuan had transformed into a ten-foot-tall King Kong.
King Kong looked at it and scolded him coldly: "I've already given you a chance... In this case, you don't have to reincarnate!"
Thousands of golden lights chopped the dragon into millions of pieces, turning into dust and flying into the sky.
The Shizhang King Kong stretched out his hand and pinched the dragon soul that was about to escape!
A sword like water slashed out, erasing the last trace of the dragon's spiritual wisdom. From then on, there was no longer a dragon in the world who had any grudge against Emperor Taizong.
A fluorescent dragon ball rose slowly, and Li Xiuyuan, who turned into a diamond, waved and took it into his arms.
Looking down at the world under the yellow sand, the little monk was still quietly in his dream.
King Kong stretched out his huge palm and slowly lifted the young monk up from the ground.
Looking at the still sleeping little monk, King Kong lowered his eyebrows and gently inserted the immortal dragon soul in his hand into the little monk's body.
"Buzz!" sounded!
At this moment, a Buddhist sutra suddenly sounded in the sky, and then the sutra turned into dots of golden light and submerged into the little monk's body.
Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into a Vajra, transformed thousands of wronged souls under the yellow sand.
At this moment, the heaven on this side gave back the power of heaven to the sleeping little monk.
Gradually, the ten thousand golden lights on King Kong disappeared, and Li Xiuyuan returned to his original appearance.
The golden light on the little monk's body continued to shine. At this moment, the little monk had turned into a god and Buddha in the world, quietly absorbing and digesting the power of heaven and earth.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Xiuyuan murmured: "If you want to realize this body, you must save all suffering sentient beings for a long time."
He didn't expect that he had just left the Great Wall and hadn't seen the shadow of the grotto yet.
The little monk has already had the opportunity to become enlightened, which is much more terrifying than the little tiger back then.
Is it possible that this is because the young monk is a disciple of Buddhism?
Jingle Bell!
A bell rang, but it was the coachman who was hiding under the stone wall. He escaped from a storm and went to look for the two of them in the long yellow sand.
With a wave of his hand, Li Xiuyuan summoned the driver, stretched out his arms and carried the young monk into the carriage.
He looked at the coachman and smiled faintly: "Are you scared?"
The coachman nodded, then shook his head, and said with a bitter smile: "Sir, the two horses and I were so frightened that we only had half our lives left. This time we have to pay more!"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and replied: "No problem, let's continue on our way."
When the coachman heard this, he laughed and said: "I saw that the young master is a lucky person. How can he care about this little money with me? Thank you!"
"You're welcome, you deserve it."
Li Xiuyuan watched the little monk turn over in his dream and replied to the coachman: "Not everyone can encounter a storm when they come to the desert. This is also your blessing."
On this day, Emperor Taizong had a dream while he was taking a nap.
He dreamed of Judge Cui whom he met under Jiuyou that day. He was so frightened that he quickly returned the favor and said, "I have prepared the money and am just waiting for you to pick it up."
Judge Cui held his hands with him and smiled: "This is just a small matter. I have a happy event to tell you."
Emperor Taizong trembled and asked for advice: "Why is there such a happy event? Please let me know, the judge."
Judge Cui smiled slightly and said: "The soul of the dragon that was entangled with you that day has been taken away by a master. From now on, in the sky and on the earth, this monster will never come to trouble you again."
Emperor Taizong was overjoyed when he heard this, and asked Judge Cui: "How dare you ask the name of an eminent person, so that when the water and land ceremony is held in the future, the eminent monk can pray for it."
Judge Cui shook his head: "You don't need to know his name, you just need to work diligently and love the people, and be a good emperor."
After speaking, a breeze blew by, and Taizong opened his eyes faintly.
Looking up, I saw that the two boxes of money not far away had disappeared.
This is a deep palace, and no one can take it away except gods and bodhisattvas.
Sighing, Emperor Taizong touched his heart and said to himself: "From now on, I won't have to have nightmares anymore."
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The carriage moved forward slowly on the desert. After conquering the dragon, Li Xiuyuan was not in a hurry.
Because the little monk had been sleeping without waking up, and the road ahead was not far, he wanted to see more of the scenery that he had not seen carefully back then.
With Li Xiuyuan's promise, the coachman was no longer anxious.
If the young master is willing to add money, he will naturally be happy to earn more, so that he can have a good rest when he goes home.
Li Xiuyuan, who was on the carriage, was only worried about how long it would take for the little monk to wake up.
Staring blankly into space, he called Ksitigarbha several times, wanting to ask about the young monk, but he never heard from the Bodhisattva.
Only the scorching summer wind blew into the car in waves, making me want to sleep but couldn't sleep well.
Huiming in the grotto, like the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, also started to dream.
I dreamed that after taking the medicinal soup in front of the Buddhist hall of Xilin Temple, I spurted it out in one breath.
Looking at the two strange brothers in front of them in a daze, they then went down the mountain and returned to the city.
Let go of the sky, let go of the earth, and let go of the throne of the Zhou Dynasty.
Following the strange young man, he came all the way to the depths of the desert without even saying goodbye to his family.
Until, under the arrangement of Li Xiuyuan, he worshiped the fat monk in the cave as his teacher, started learning Buddhism from scratch, and started his own path of practice.
In the dream, Huiming looked at the fat monk and said to him: "Good disciple, practice well, your chance is about to come."
Huiming was startled and couldn't help but ask: "Master, where is my chance?"
The fat monk shook his head and said with a smile: "Of course you are still in this cave, your origin is here... That guy is coming..."
"Yeah?"
Huiming murmured a sigh and asked, "Is it possible that the old friend who left back then is coming back?"
When I opened my eyes, the sun was shining high, and I thought it was too late.
At this moment, a greeting voice came from outside the Buddhist hall: "Is the great monk awake?"
Huiming stood up and nodded: "Come in, it's very hot standing outside in this weather."
I saw the curtain on the door of the Buddhist hall swaying, and an old monk lowered his head and entered the Buddhist hall. He looked at Huiming and raised his hands and asked, "I see that the great monk is in good spirits. Is it possible that something happy is coming?"
Huiming smiled faintly, poured a cup of herbal tea for the old monk, and took a sip from the herbal tea in front of him.
He sighed: "I know clearly that this herbal tea is just for a quick drink, but every time the summer is hot, I still can't help but want to ask for a few pots to relieve the heat."
The old monk smiled faintly: "What does this mean? There are still merchants in Dunhuang City selling iced watermelon and iced sour plum soup. Those are the things that can kill people."
When Huiming heard the words, he was silent for a while.
He was recalling every bit of it when the fat monk was here.
After a long time, he sighed quietly: "When the master was here, he once said that you can only taste the delicious food in this world. If you are obsessed with it in the past, you will fall into the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance."
When the old monk heard this, he couldn't help but praise: "The old monk really has profound cultivation and has seen all this clearly."
Huiming sighed and said with a smile: "That's not true. Even my master said back then that he didn't even see this world carefully and clearly, so he left me in a daze..."
Looking back on his life, Huiming believes that only Li Xiuyuan, who brought him to the desert back then, can see everything in the world clearly.
He has never met such a person since he started practicing.
The old monk sighed and said with a smile: "I'm afraid only saints or bodhisattvas can see this world carefully and understand it and let it go, right?"
Huiming shook his head, put the tea cup down gently, and started spinning the beads in his hand.
Looking at the old monk, he replied: "Just now, my master told me in a dream that my old friend was coming soon. In my eyes, he is the only one who can see clearly and let go..."
The old monk nodded and praised: "I left the imperial city and came to the desert because I wanted to find a saint who can hear the Tao."
While he was talking, a monk outside the Buddhist hall said: "Master, someone seems to be coming from the bottom of the mountain."
When Huiming heard this, he couldn't help frowning and asked: "There are many pilgrims coming and going every day, why are you so panicked?"
The monk at the Buddhist hall replied: "The disciple looked from a distance and saw a young man walking in the mountains... He also carried a young monk on his back."
"Oh? Take me to see it."
When Huiming heard this, he felt very puzzled. In this hot weather, pilgrims in Dunhuang were reluctant to go out, except for believers from far away.
Not to mention a young man carrying a young monk up the mountain.
After leaving the Buddhist hall, Huiming followed the monk to the stone flat and looked down...
He saw Li Xiuyuan, who was less than twenty feet away from him, carrying the young monk on his back and looking up at the Buddha. Unexpectedly, he saw his old friend from back then.
He smiled faintly and said: "With a snap of the fingers, how is the great monk always doing?"
