King Hui watched Yan Chixia kill ghosts from a distance, and felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter. At first I thought it was because I was sweating anxiously, but gradually I realized something was wrong.
It's not the twelfth lunar month of winter, and no matter how hot it is, it won't make you steamy. It's not caused by internal force, it seems to be something else.
The mist rises up and down, gathering and forming faintly.
Although it still has the texture of fog, many details can be seen.
Rich and fat body, majestic and domineering python robe. The head is crowned, and the hand is holding a dental plate. Judging from the facial features, he is a complete replica of King Hui.
It's just that it's much bigger.
Thirteen to fourteen feet tall, he is a true giant.
"That is……"
King Hui frightened himself.
"The Shinto Dharma Appearance." Su Qing: "Different from the monk's Dharma Appearance Golden Body, it is not an attack method in the conventional sense. But it is a veritable nemesis for demons, ghosts and the like."
King Hui subconsciously looked at the evil spirits, and sure enough, they were all greatly affected. The weaker ones kept hiding back, while the stronger ones showed fear.
Yan Chixia was already surrounded by a group of ghosts, but the location of the Shinto Dharma was suddenly completely empty.
"Your Majesty!" Yan Chixia was overjoyed. "Come and help me, don't let these guys get away."
"Okay, I'm coming right now!" King Hui was also very excited and ran over. Then without taking two steps, he ran back again.
"Um...how do you use this thing?" King Hui looked embarrassed.
He ran over, but the Dharma Prime remained where he was. He even became a little weaker, as if he had been affected by something.
"Don't move your body and concentrate." Su Qing said: "Try to transfer your consciousness and try again to see what you can do."
King Hui didn't know how to transmit it, so he tentatively closed his eyes and thought hard. After a while, I suddenly felt like my eyes were filled with flowers, and my body suddenly floated to the sky.
Taking a closer look, I found that it was not the body floating up, but the consciousness entering the Dharmakaya.
"Hahaha, it's really mysterious." King Hui looked at his majestic Dharmakaya, and he was overjoyed. Looking at the evil ghosts behind the gate of hell, they are like little mice.
"Brother Yan, don't be afraid, I am here to help you!" King Hui was full of energy and wanted to step forward to capture the ghost.
It's just that the Dharma form seems to be disobedient and doesn't move even an inch. However, his voice spread out, and many evil spirits covered their ears.
Su Qing said: "The thunder sound of Dharma is designed to defeat evil ghosts."
King Hui had an epiphany, opened his mouth and roared again. "All demons and demons, please kneel down with me!"
The group of ghosts covered their ears and cried, and many of them knelt and shivered.
With the help, Yan Chixia became even more powerful.
All he could see was the gleaming swords, killing all directions, killing evil spirits like chopping melons and vegetables.
But despite this, the number of evil spirits has not decreased.
Because new ghosts are constantly emerging from the gate of hell, and some big ghosts will even swallow the little ghosts who escape. The dark wind howled one after another, almost determined not to give up.
King Hui was very excited at first and didn't care how much came out. Anyway, no matter how many ghosts and monsters there are, they can't withstand his roar. It's just that over time, the frequency and sound start to decrease.
"Are you out of strength?" Su Qing asked.
"No..." King Hui showed some hesitation. "Although these evil spirits are ferocious and violent, they basically remain the same as they were in life. Farmers, traders, the elderly, women and children... If they are not ghosts, they seem to be no different from ordinary people."
There was a bit of a smile on Su Qing's lips. "So what?"
"Immortal Lord..." King Hui suddenly had a question: "Do these ghosts really deserve to die?"
"Good." Su Qing was very pleased.
A buzzing sound.
With King Hui's Shinto Dharma as the center, a golden circle of light rippled.
When it is in harmony with the Yuan Shen, it becomes the true God of Dharma.
At the Xishan Ghost Gate, outside the royal tomb, and even in the distant county town, all the ghosts and ghosts knelt down. The old cattle dog also made a low whining sound.
The Dharmakaya, which was originally composed of mist, gradually took on color and substance. Except for his slightly stiff expression, he looked exactly like King Hui himself, who was several times older.
The Dharma image worshiped by all the spirits bowed down to Su Qing.
"Thank you, Immortal Lord, for the gift of the law."
"The good ones will reincarnate to become immortals and become Buddhas, while the evil ones will suffer in hell and be reincarnated as animals." Su Qing said leisurely:
"Nowadays, the underworld is disordered and the gods are not prosperous. Evil ghosts are harming human lives and harming the common people. Although it is necessary to capture, kill and destroy them, it is not a true balance of yin and yang. Now I will help you solidify the Dharma, first clear the evil ghosts in the yang world, and then transfer the souls in the underworld. .”
"Follow the Immortal Lord's decree." King Hui hesitated for a moment and said, "I know how to clear ghosts, but how to transfer souls?"
Su Qing said: "You will understand after you canonize the Yin God."
King Hui was puzzled. "What is Yin Shen?"
Su Qing said. "Manage the shady affairs of the world, control the wandering gods of the land. Hunt down evil ghosts and drive out demons. Enjoy the incense of wish power and protect the peace of the world. You should think carefully about whether you are willing to take this path..."
"I do!" King Hui couldn't wait for Su Qing to finish what he said, so he couldn't wait to agree. "Ask the Immortal Lord for canonization."
"This road is not as simple as you think, and the dangers in it are even more unpredictable." Su Qing said: "The immortal way precedes the divine way, and the divine way is the smallest of the Yin gods. Reincarnation has the opportunity to seek eternal life, but the Yin gods are destined to never see the light of day. I don’t understand these things now, but I will understand them one day.”
Seeing that King Hui wanted to express his position again, Su Qing added again.
"In addition, there is a more important point. It is the duty of heaven to canonize the Yin God." Su Qing was very serious. "The Immortal can speak the law and seal the land to the city God, but afterward he must send a gold book to the Heavenly Emperor. If the Heavenly Court does not approve it, it is a false god, ghost and demon, and is not tolerated by Shinto."
Su Qing still didn't say anything, not sure if there was a heaven here, and if there was a heaven, which heaven would it be.
All the pros and cons were explained, but King Hui's attitude remained the same.
"Yes." King Hui said: "Back then, when my heart was in the temple, the little king didn't care about the throne. He was just conceited that he was talented and had to be in a high position to express his ambitions. If he could be in charge of the underworld, it would be far more meaningful than being an emperor in the underworld. . Besides, the emperor has lived in the deep palace for a long time, and he is not as comfortable as the Yin God. As for the heaven..."
King Hui curled his lips. "Xiao Wang only believes that you are the only true immortal in the world. Whatever fate you give to Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang will take over. No matter how great you are, no matter how great you are, the emperor of the Heavenly Court of Lao Shi will not be greater than you."
He had made a mistake on the road to immortality in Penglai, how could he miss it this time. King Hui was determined to follow him to the end, regardless of whether there would be a flood or not.
"Even if you don't regret it, you're not in a hurry." Su Qing didn't say any more and just said: "You can gather the Shinto Dharma because you are very popular. But if you want to truly canonize the Yin God, you have to wait until your life is over. Just take off your body."
"Okay." King Hui looked at his body, with a murderous look in his eyes. "Tell me what is the right way to die. Hang yourself or kill yourself, I can do either."
"Your idea is unacceptable." Su Qing was speechless for a while. "You must die a healthy life, and you must not seek your own death."
"No way...what about the accident?" King Hui was very disappointed and rolled his eyes. "For example, falling while climbing a mountain, drowning while swimming. Or joining the army and dying in the rebellion..."
"Is there any difference?" Su Qing said angrily: "A military spirit can also be a Yin god, but it must be a veteran on the battlefield. Although accidental death is okay, it must be a real accident. If you deliberately seek death for the sake of Shinto, you will die. A layer of hell.”
"Well, forget it." King Hui's neck felt cold, but his thoughts still didn't stop completely.
I began to recall how many enemies I had and whether the place I lived in now was too safe. Dismissing some guards to reduce the financial burden is not a deliberate attempt to die.
Su Qing glanced at King Hui and was too lazy to pay attention to the fat man. Anyway, this thing still has a long life, and there is plenty of time to consider whether to canonize him or not.
However, the other candidate cannot be pushed down any further.
Yin and Yang are disordered, just like the chaotic world. The Yin spirit is like a local county guard, which can protect the peace of a place. If we are to pacify troubled times, we need strong generals and strong soldiers.
"Yan Chixia."
The tortoise shell in his arms rustled, and the green sword at his waist rang slightly.
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King Hui likes to be active. He has no trouble climbing mountains and fishing, and often ventures into dangerous places. Others are often worried about his danger, but they don't know that he will live longer because of it.
"Qing Ji·King Hui"
