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Chapter 692: The Great Ming King Conquers the Dragon and Subdues the Tiger

Shen Yi had previously spoken to Qinghua about his current embarrassing situation.

Unless you really give up everything, stop fighting or competing, find a place to live a carefree life and become a secluded immortal, otherwise the only way left is to fish in troubled waters.

Judging from the current signs, the entire human world seems to be involved.

Not to mention that he practiced all the way, but in the end he ended up dying alone in that desolate mountain. What was the point of practicing?

Even if it is really possible.

I was able to solve my troubles, leave Hongze, kill Zi Ling, behead Qing Luan, and finally have the opportunity to escape unscathed today. In fact, I owe a lot of kindness to many people.

With this retreat, Hongze will certainly have no one to protect him anymore.

In the land of Shenzhou, there is General Yan Lanting who once helped to repel the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva. Now he is seriously injured and recuperating. His main force Wushan is still lying here. If he leaves, Ye Lan will be the only one left to look after the Nine Prefectures of Da Nanzhou.

Master Zhikong's grace in teaching him the Dharma helped him to reach the seventh level, and he concealed the matter of the Dragon and Tiger Sutra. In the end, all he got in return was to become a black-haired animal under the Bodhisattva's seat.

Under all these factors, the sound of a carefree and leisurely retreat seems both boring and despicable.

When he had nothing in the beginning, he still dared to stretch out that arm in front of the dog demon. Now, his cultivation has reached the level of Taiyi True Immortal, a Great Arhat, and he possesses the Leopard Seal of a Fourth-Rank Immortal Official. He has killed his way here and finally has some confidence. But in this situation, he wants to take the initiative to retract that arm?
Is this what it means when a barefoot person puts on shoes, he loses all his courage?

Shen Yi knew that the Bodhisattva was nearby, and he meditated for a long time in the Taixu Realm. Even though General Qi Feng had not arrived yet, he finally chose to come out.

Since you don't want to retire and choose to fish in troubled waters, you might as well take off the shoes on your feet.

It would be better if every force joined in and checked each other. As long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

Shen Yi does have some self-awareness.

Whether it is the Taixu Golden Elixir Dao Fruit or the Three Thousand Tribulations Subduing Dragons and Tigers Fruit, they are all good seedlings that this group of gods, Buddhas, and immortals will never give up.

Sure enough, after hearing Shen Yi's rather unruly words, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva did not get angry.

He sat upright on the lotus platform, closed his eyes and meditated.

The Bodhisattva was not thinking about whether or not to accept this Arhat who had experienced three thousand kalpas. For them, who had reached the top of heaven and earth, it didn't matter what his subordinates' former identities were or whether they had other hidden intentions.

Because no matter what, the other party has no ability to disobey.

He was thinking about what kind of identity to give to the other party.

"Offer the fruit position and come up to receive the title."

After a long time, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva opened his eyes, as if to acknowledge Shen Yi's words, and slowly raised one palm.

"Disciple pays homage to the Bodhisattva."

Shen Yi finally turned around and put his palms together without any hesitation. A golden light rose from the lotus platform in his body, poured out from the top of his golden body, and condensed into an amber round bead covered with obscure symbols in mid-air.

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva carefully examined the symbol on the fruition. It was obvious that he could understand it.

After a moment, his expression became much more serious, and his voice became deep again: "Today, I will lead you into my great sect and grant you the title of Great Ming King who subdues dragons and tigers."

The two words "Ming Wang" refer to the wrath of Buddha.

Subduing Dragons and Taming Tigers is the name of this fruition.

This title has nothing to do with the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva from beginning to end.

Shen Yi's previous actions made this Bodhisattva feel a little wary. He was not worried that the other party would devour his master. No matter how ferocious the beast was, it could not break free from the chain formed by his supreme means. What he was worried about was whether this person's character would cause him trouble outside.

Now he is not accepted as a disciple to protect the Dharma, but is inducted into the religion in the name of Bodhi.

If there is any merit, it will be the credit of the person who guides you. If there is any mistake, there will be an explanation at that time and it has nothing to do with you.

"Disciple thanks the Venerable for the title."

Shen Yi raised his eyes slightly and looked at the palm raised by the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva. The pearl fell quietly and merged into the bright light towards his own fruit position.

at the same time.

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva was also carefully observing the changes in Shen Yi's expression.

How could any cultivator tolerate the fruits of his hard work being arbitrarily touched by others? It is inevitable that he will develop a resistance.

But it also depends on the degree. If the animal resists too much, it only means that it is too stubborn. Then the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva will have to reconsider whether the chain that has fallen is not thick enough and needs to be restrained more, or even wrapped around the limbs, in order to make it obedient.

He would not do this unless it was necessary.

After all, if it is tied too tightly, the opponent will lose the ability to display his full strength. Then what is the point of accepting him into the sect? It will lose its original purpose.

But what the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva did not expect was that Shen Yi was so calm that it was terrifying, as if he had been prepared for it. Not only did he not resist, he did not even show a trace of dissatisfaction.

Wait until that bright light spot is completely integrated into the state of subduing dragons and taming tigers.

Shen Yi's body suddenly changed. On the strong back of the golden body, the muscle lines were like undulating mountains. In an instant, four bulges appeared, like a dragon raising its head.

puff-

A hand forced its way out from the broken skin, and four bulges popped out together, turning into four strong arms!

Shen Yi's body twitched slightly until the four arms were fully grown.

There are two heads, a dragon and a tiger, on the left and right, and four arms on the back.

He exhaled lightly, and his originally majestic Dharma body turned into a three-headed, six-armed appearance. With his four arms raised and his palms clenched, he actually looked like the Vajra King, representing the wrath of Buddha.

"Good! Good!"

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva examined his work with satisfaction.

Most of the cultivators in this world are doing this for self-preservation, but for someone who takes the initiative to appear in front of him and is willing to wear shackles, it is definitely not just for the sake of survival.

The other party has ambitions, and they are huge!

The purpose of joining the Bodhi religion is to participate in the great catastrophe and to compete for the supreme opportunity.

If you don't have this kind of spirit, how can you fight against the great geniuses?

Such a Ming Wang is more valuable than those ten wolf monsters!
"..."

Shen Yi didn't say anything, but carefully felt the changes in his Dharma body.

It's not that he likes to be chained, it's just that he doesn't feel itchy when there are too many mosquitoes and he doesn't worry about having too many debts.

There is already a mark left by the ancestor Shenxu in the body, so there is no need to worry about adding another mark from someone else.

To put it another way, this is actually a good thing.

Originally he had to deal with a Daluo Immortal alone, and now there's another Bodhisattva to disrupt the situation. He only has this one body, and he can't defeat anyone, so he might as well let these two third-rank powerhouses slowly fight for it.

What Shen Yi cares more about is the significance of this change itself.

Compared to the realm improvement of more than 700 calamities directly given by Patriarch Shenxu, these four arms are clearly related to the calamity power and are tainted with the same aura, but they are not simple changes in cultivation, but more like a kind of "magical power".

After feeling it for a long time, Shen Yi was suddenly stunned for a moment and finally reacted.

What the other party gave him was not the power of calamity, but part of the mysteries of the third level of Bodhisattva!
Even if it is only a tiny bit, it cannot be compared with the great arhat status.

"Understood?"

The Thousand-armed Bodhisattva smiled calmly and retracted his palm: "You have good Buddha nature, no wonder you can deduce such an Arhat Dharma."

The shackles he put on the opponent were themselves an invincible killing weapon. Of course, if the opponent had a rebellious heart, these four arms could not only kill the enemy, but also target him when necessary.

It seems that all the seeds sown in the past have a common problem. No matter how they grow, whether it is a thousand kalpas or three thousand kalpas, they are all independent cultivators after all. They only have one great sutra to practice, and they have fewer means than other geniuses. Especially in the Bodhi Sect, the elders like to give the younger generations some mysterious means.

The Three Immortals Sect prefers to prepare some magic weapons for their disciples to protect themselves.

If our own Great King who can subdue dragons and tigers relies on his profound cultivation and acts recklessly, he will inevitably suffer a great loss.

As the guide, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva naturally has to prepare some similar things for the other party, otherwise he would appear too poor and it would be a waste of such a good talent.

"I want to go back to the church to heal my wounds. You are already a Ming King, so you can do as you please."

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva gently pulled up the black dog and glanced meaningfully at the Wushan Mountain on the ground: "This also includes this court official."

This is the calmness of the great sect. Even if they know that you have a relationship with the court, there is no need to ask any further questions.

If a cultivator who takes the initiative to face disaster cannot see that the Divine Dynasty is about to collapse, then he has no right to be the Ming King.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Shen Yi said no more, clasped his hands together in greeting, turned around and took the unconscious Wushan with him. His huge body with three heads and six arms flew straight into the air and flew towards the direction of Xishan Prefecture!

There are other reasons for such a decisive move.

He was worried that he would not be able to help but look at the lifeless black dog, thus revealing the murderous intent in its eyes.

After the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva fought with General Yan, he was in a state of injury, and the injury was not light, otherwise there would be no need to send out the Great Arhat to perform a self-torture drama and seize the imperial aura of the entire Jinguan Mansion.

But this Bodhisattva had no intention of hiding his injuries at all.

After reaching the third level and achieving the status of a Bodhisattva, all things in the mortal world became ants and could no longer hurt him in the slightest.

If Shen Yi had previously had the idea of ​​sacrificing everything and trying to kill a Bodhisattva while it was injured, this thought was quickly extinguished after he personally experienced the third-grade aura represented by the four arms.

No chance of winning at all.

If I want to rescue Master Zhikong, I am still far from capable enough.

"No need to come."

Shen Yi's mind was slightly moved, and he sent a message.

Far outside the Baji Valley.

Qinghua's anxious steps suddenly stopped. Beside her, Qi Fengshen looked at her in confusion: "What's wrong? Isn't there something urgent?"

Under normal circumstances, the righteous gods rarely act because of personal matters. It was only because Qian Qing was a really good person and had just been cleared of his grievances that he agreed to follow him to see what was going on.

"Thank you, General God. It has been resolved."

Qinghua bowed seriously, with shock flashing across his eyes.

She always believed that her master would be able to stand at the top of the world in the future, but even so, she still felt a little dazed after learning that she was really alone and had rescued the officials of the Divine Dynasty under the hands of a Bodhisattva.

Only when you stand high enough can you realize how insignificant you are.

From a wild monster from Nanyang, he has transformed into a great immortal general who is about to inherit the seal of the fourth-rank official. As Qinghua's understanding of the third rank becomes deeper, he becomes more aware of the horror of this group of existence.

Even when facing a Buddha, the owner could only say lightly, "It's okay."

Looking around the world, who has such courage and ability?

……

Jinguan government office.

A group of streamers returned from Xishan Mansion, swooped down from the sky, and quickly stepped into the hall.

"You said the person is back?"

Feng Xi stood at the front and asked the first question. Next to him was the silent Yang Mingli, and behind him were six titled generals.

Faced with such a scene, the demon slayer even lowered his voice a few notches, and said timidly: "I'm back. Lord Wushan is now seriously injured and is lying in the government office."

He had been angry before and said a lot of angry words when he went to report the news, but based on the news he had just received, he couldn't help feeling a little more ashamed in his heart.

"Ah."

Hearing this, Yang Mingli's face turned gloomy and he couldn't help but sneer.

Almost all his dissatisfaction with Yan Lanting was written on his face.

Wushan was an old man in the Demon Slaying Division. He had never had any problems over the years. However, after the separation, he almost lost his life in a short period of time.

We really should let that old thing come over and see how much trouble this will cause if he kills the ape monster from Yuchi Immortal Sect halfway just to gain a moment's anger.

"Where is he, and how did he get back?"

Feng Xi ignored the resentment of his colleagues and followed the demon slayer into the hall.

"Yes...it was General Nanyang who personally sent Lord Wushan back." The demon slayer said hesitantly.

Hearing this, Feng Xi paused slightly.

She already understood the whole story. With her many years of experience in charge of Great South Continent, she could easily tell that this was an attack designed by the Bodhi Cult specifically targeting Wushan.

If they wanted to kill a Taiyi Immortal, the formation prepared by that group of monks must be foolproof.

Even Feng Xi no longer had much hope for Wushan's return. The reason she was still willing to set out to look for him was that she didn't want to miss that last "what if".

And then tell her now that the person who broke the impasse was the young monk who had just been granted the title of Nanyang?

Feng Xi walked slowly into the room and looked at the fat man lying on the bed with his eyes closed but his face still full of fear.

With her eyesight, she could see the powerful golden light in the other person's body at a glance. It was obvious that he had fought with the people from the Bodhi Sect.

What's strange is that the golden light is being suppressed by the powerful medicinal power and is dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Have you taken the pill?"

She glanced sideways at the demon-slaying officer next to her. With such pure medicinal power, the quality of that elixir must be very high. Even the Demon-slaying Office might have to transfer it from the imperial capital.

"He is also General Nanyang..."

The demon slayer was so relieved that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

Previously, I thought that these two young titled generals had harmed my master, but now it seems that, knowing full well that it was a trap, they left the Divine Dynasty alone and successfully brought back Master Wushan. Not to mention how much strength it took, just based on their courage, how could they be the kind of person I described.

All the people from the Demon Slaying Division walked into the room and looked at each other, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

They all heard the Demon Slayer's previous words.

Even Yang Mingli slowly frowned, temporarily put aside his dissatisfaction, and became more curious about the matter.

In full view.

The burly fat man suddenly opened his eyes, beads of sweat the size of soybeans soaked his forehead, his face was full of shock, and his voice was hoarse but unusually high:
"It's you!"

This sentence made everyone in the room look sideways.

After coming back to his senses for a short while, Wushan sat up abruptly and frantically felt his entire body. The second thing he said was, "I am still fucking alive?"

When he raised his head, he saw many colleagues and superiors with complicated expressions.

(End of this chapter)