After hearing the words of the empress in green, everyone in the palace looked at Li Daoxuan with meaningful expressions.
Especially those Tibetan envoys, they found that they seemed to have underestimated this Zhenren Li, and one of his maids actually shocked Master Zhizang to this extent.
And based on what she just said, it seemed that she had personally witnessed a severe drought in Tibet four hundred years ago.
Some people with flexible minds have even come up with a story.
This woman can live for four hundred years and is most likely a great demon. She was subdued by Zhenren Li and became a maid.
In myths and legends, the maids and boys under the sects of gods and Buddhas are often great demons with extraordinary origins, such as Laojun's Green Ox and Guanyin's boys.
For a time, the already terrifying Li Daoxuan became even more unfathomable in their hearts.
Every move and look of the other party seemed to have profound meaning, like a mountain rising up, like an abyss, so deep that they didn't even dare to raise their eyes and look directly at him.
"Amitabha!"
Zhizang clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name, saying: "The female benefactor spared no effort in saving the people, and the poor monk admires her."
After a pause, he stared at the maid in blue and asked, "The matter of the Holy Cauldron is a secret of my esoteric sect. I wonder how the female donor knew about it?"
There was one sentence he didn't ask because he thought it was too incredible.
According to the records of Tantric classics, the Master Lingmei who hit the mountain 400 years ago was actually not a monk, but a pure monk. For decades, he watched the ancient Buddha with bells and drums in the morning and evening, without any magic power, but with a heart of compassion.
When a severe drought occurred, Master Lingbei felt pity for the common people. He took every three steps and knelt down, and took every five steps and bowed once. He walked more than 300 miles and his knees were almost useless before he finally climbed up the holy mountain.
There, he prayed devoutly and begged the Arhats and Bodhisattvas in Nalanda Temple to save the common people.
Although the Seven Days of Eternal Night had not yet occurred at that time, the responses of gods and Buddhas to the human world had become less and less. Even devout believers like Lingzhi were unable to invite the help of gods and Buddhas.
Zhizang once read that record, and it was said in the ancient books that the spirit kowtowed in sorrow, and the gods and Buddhas were silent, but they met the immortals from the east and gave them magic power to save the common people.
The book didn't mention who the Immortal of the Eastern Earth was, it was just mentioned briefly, and the writing was quite obscure. Maybe he really didn't know, or maybe he didn't want to talk about it.
This period of history has been buried in the long river of time and has become a secret of Tantric Buddhism. Therefore, people only know about the Holy Cauldron, but do not know why it is a Holy Cauldron.
Zhizang speculated at the time that either the sect felt that the matter was not honorable and did not want to publicize it, or that the matter was false and its authenticity was doubtful.
As a disciple of Tantric Buddhism, he used to prefer the latter, but now he feels that this matter may be true, but Tantric Buddhism is very secretive about it and does not want to mention it.
[In view of the general environment,
Zhizang looked deeply at the maid in blue.
After all, he is a Yangshen cultivator with clairvoyance. Although he still cannot see through the other party's cultivation and realm, he can discover many strange things by feeling with his heart.
For example, although the maid in blue has an ordinary appearance, she has a holy temperament that makes people look up to her, like a jade goddess.
For example, she was just standing quietly, but her Qi was faintly integrated with the heaven and earth. She frowned and raised her eyes, all flowing naturally, and as she looked, a spiritual light seemed to bloom.
Zhaozhao is as bright as the sun and moon, and separation is as bright as the stars!
The longer he watched, the more mysterious things he saw. In the end, he felt as if he was constantly digging out some incredible treasure.
Mortals cannot look directly at immortals and Buddhas, but for Yangshen monks, they can learn a lot from them. Every move they make is full of Taoist charm, like an ancient scripture containing supreme mysteries.
Facing Zhizang's gaze, the empress in green frowned slightly.
She knew that the other party was not lustful, but even so, she still felt a little unhappy.
At this moment, Li Daoxuan stood up in front of her, blocking Zhizang's sight.
Wire.
"Hey, little monk, you are called a guru in vain, why are you staring at my maid?"
There was a hint of evil in Li Daoxuan's eyes.
Zhizang came back to his senses, and a ripple appeared in his heart. He lowered his head, and a trace of blush appeared on his fair face, and said hurriedly: "It's the poor monk Meng Lang, please don't blame me!"
Li Dao
He originally thought that the monk was quite elegant and did not intend to embarrass him anymore, but when he saw the way the monk looked at his empress, Li Daoxuan felt a little unhappy and planned to beat him again.
"Little monk, I won't bully you. Just take Pindao's pear-peeling dagger."
After speaking, Li Daoxuan threw the giant sword out casually. The giant sword was only four inches in size at this moment. It looked dark and ordinary, and even had a few pieces of pear skin on it.
Seeing this scene, everyone felt it was ridiculous.
The dagger looked ordinary. Just now, Li Daoxuan used it to peel the skin in front of everyone, and the process of throwing it was also ordinary. It was not as powerful as when Zhizang threw the bronze tripod.
Zhizang took a deep breath. He did not underestimate Li Daoxuan, but used all his strength to use the Elephant Throwing Magical Power. His arm muscles were knotted, his energy and blood were like an oven, and the veins under his cassock were like big dragons.
Under the gaze of everyone, he held the dagger in his outstretched right hand.
The arm stagnated for a moment, and it seemed that it was successfully held, but the next moment——
collapse!
The muscles in Zhizang's arms tensed up in an instant, making a sound like a hemp rope being straightened. His face quickly turned red, not because of shyness, but because of the surging blood and suffocated blood.
Katcha!
Cracks spread under Zhizang's body, and the ground in Anren Hall seemed to be cracking.
After a breath, Zhizang's arms trembled in the air. He finally used his other hand, holding both hands together while holding the small dagger.
Katcha!
The cracks on the ground are expanding, spreading like a spider web, the pillars are shaking slightly, and the entire Anren Hall is crumbling.
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
Wang Bo stood up to protect Li Shimin, ready to turn into a giant ape at any time to block the collapse of the palace.
Li Shimin looked calm, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Just compete, why do you want to destroy my palace?
Do you know how much money it will cost to repair this palace? It's true that he doesn't know how to make money, rice, oil and salt before he succeeds to the throne. When he succeeded to the throne, the people's prosperity was in decline, and everything was in need of improvement. Money was needed in many places and he could not make ends meet.
Therefore, although he was an emperor, he was very careful about everything and lived frugally. Even so, he often ran out of money.
These monks really don't feel bad if they are not their own...
Fortunately, Li Daoxuan seemed to see what Li Shimin was thinking. He stretched out his fingers and used the Great Five Elements Escape Technique to close all the cracks and restore the crumbling Anren Palace to normal.
At this time, Zhizang finally couldn't hold on anymore, his arms ached, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
The Giant Que Sword was forged by Yun Zhongzi using the essence of the Five Mountains, Tianyi Xuanshui and other strange objects. If he were not the master of the sword and could hold it like he was lifting the Five Mountains, even the magical power of carrying a mountain might not be able to lift it.
Obviously, although Zhizang's Elephant Throwing Magical Power was powerful, he could only barely hold it up for a few breaths and almost destroyed Anren Hall.
This is undoubtedly in sharp contrast to Yun Dan Fengqing when Li Daoxuan received the bronze tripod.
"return."
Li Daoxuan gave an order, and the giant sword immediately felt the call and flew back to his hand with a whoosh.
Li Dao
After peeling all the pear skin, he took a bite and felt that the juice was overflowing, and the fragrance was sweet and refreshing.
"Well, the pears are good. Master, why don't you try them?"
, what a pity. "
