Ten Years of Buddhist Cultivation, One Thought into the Devil: the Beginning of Refining Leifeng Pag

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　　"You monk, you have such a big tone,"

　　Li Shimin also nodded.

　　"good."

　　"With all due respect, although your strength is strong, you are still [-] miles behind the saints in the heavenly court."

　　"At your current level, it's too exaggerated to open your mouth and say, let all the Buddhas disappear."

　　Li Shimin asked back.

　　Wuxin saw this, put his palms together, and said calmly.

　　"Perseverance and perseverance, rotten wood will not break."

　　"Perseverance, gold and stone can be carved."

　　"The poor monk finally turned against the sky. Whether it can succeed is still unknown for the time being, but at the moment, there is one thing that can be affirmed."

　　"What's the matter?" Li Shimin asked again.

　　Wuxin replied seriously, "That is, if you really act according to the method just now, the Jinghe Dragon King will definitely die."

　　"Although Wei Zheng is your courtier, in essence, he is still under Heaven's orders. He will be executed tomorrow at noon. No matter how much you try to stop him, you will not be able to change this fact."

　　"Then what should we do?" Li Shimin asked again.

　　Seeing this, the Jinghe Dragon King finally opened his mouth and took over the words, "Monk, I see that you have said so eloquently, I'm afraid you already have a countermeasure in your heart?"

　　"Why don't you just tell me and listen?"

　　"Yeah, didn't you just say that we were friends? Why did you start to sell things at this critical time?"

　　Wei Zheng and Li Shimin turned their heads and urged Wuxin.

　　Inadvertently seeing this, I really don't sell any more.

　　Instead, he opened his mouth with a smile, and then said again.

　　"Simple, just four words are enough."

　　"Four words?"

　　"Yes, just push the boat with the current."

　　"Pushing the boat down the river?"

　　Li Shimin frowned, looked at Wuxin, and said puzzled, "What do you mean, let the Jinghe Dragon King take the initiative to step onto the Dragon Slaying Platform and cut off the dragon's body?"

　　"How can this work."

　　"That's right, I thought you could come up with any useful suggestions this time, but I didn't expect that the answer you gave in the end would be this."

　　The Jinghe Dragon King listened, also shook his head for a while, and said, "After being cut off from the dragon body, this seat will become a lonely ghost. At that time, even an ordinary ghost can take me into the underworld. Once you enter the underworld and drink another bowl of Mengpo soup, then everything will be over, what is there to talk about revival of the Dragon Clan?"

　　Wuxin heard the words and replied, "This is the end of the matter. If you want Jin Chan to escape from the shell and escape, you must take a risk."

　　"Otherwise, even if you can escape Wei Zheng's knife, you can still escape the follow-up pursuit of Heavenly Court?"

　　"So in Xiao Seng's opinion, if you want to turn a defeat into a victory, you must take a risk and play a trick to get away with fake death. Take the initiative to let Wei Zheng cut your head in front of the immortals in the heaven! Only in this way can the hearts of the heroes in the world be reassured.”

　　……

　　"It's easy for you to say that, what about after you cut off your head?"

　　"Underworld level, how to break it?"

　　Jinghe Dragon King asked.

　　Wuxin raised his head and suddenly said, "The poor monk will accompany you on a trip in person."

　　"What did you say?"

　　His answer was far beyond the expectations of the two in front of him.

　　So at this time, looking up, there was a little more confusion in his eyes.

　　As for Wuxin, after saying this this time, Sanqi, the well-behaved girl he met earlier in the City of Death, appeared in his mind involuntarily.

　　Returning to God, his eyes were firm, and he said later, "The poor monk will personally accompany you on a trip to the underworld."

　　"Meng Po Sanqi and I once had a relationship. With her help in the operation, you can perfectly fake your death, be reincarnated, and wait for an opportunity to come back."

　　……

　　"Perfect suspended animation?"

　　"Meng Po Sanqi?"

　　"You monk still have some relationship with the underworld?!"

　　As soon as the words came out.

　　Li Shimin and the Jinghe Dragon King were naturally shocked.

　　After regaining consciousness, he glanced up and down Wuxin in front of his eyes.

　　With a bit of suspicion, he asked again.

　　"You're not kidding, are you?"

　　"That's right, people from the underworld are generally not allowed to go out. How did you get acquainted, and, you met, it was Po Meng, such an important person in the underworld..."

　　"You monk, don't you mean to say something nice and come out to deceive me?"

　　"What's the benefit of lying to you?" Wuxin asked back.

　　"Besides, now, do you have any other options?"

　　"It's a big gamble."

　　"Of course, bet or not... The decision is yours, not the poor monk."

　　……

　　Don't care to finish this.

　　Not much to say.

　　On the contrary, he walked over to the Taishi chair very familiarly, sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted it slowly.

　　The expression is relaxed and contented, vaguely, and even somewhat enjoying.

　　And here he is at ease.

　　Li Shimin and Jinghe Dragon King fell into silence for a long time...

　　After a good fight between heaven and man.

　　After all, it was the Jinghe Dragon King who came to his senses first.

　　Looking up at Wuxin in front of him, he asked again.

　　"Since it is gambling, there must be chips."

　　"Monk, what do you want?"

　　"Don't tell me, it's just our friendship."

　　"If I really say that, the donor will definitely not believe it if I want to come."

　　Wuxin listened, and finally put down the teacup in his hand.

　　He raised his head, looked at the Jinghe Dragon King with a half-smile, and said again.

　　"Well, just give the poor monk a drop of Ancestral Dragon blood essence!"

　　"What did you say, your purpose is actually the blood of Ancestral Dragon?"

　　The blood of the ancestral dragon is the lifeblood of the Jinghe Dragon King.

　　Hear this now.

　　Naturally, the color suddenly changed, and he shook his head again.

　　"This is impossible!"

　　"Monk, I have persuaded you a long time ago. It's best to die."

　　I don't care to see this, but I don't care.

　　He said slowly, "Don't get excited, it's just a drop. King Jinghe, since you want to help the entire dragon race turn over, I think you must have more than one drop of the blood of the ancestor dragon in your hand. Just give the poor monk a drop. This is my condition to help you."

　　"After all, no matter how good this thing is, it has to be used for life, isn't it?"

　　"If you really die, any follow-up plans will be empty talk."

　　Inadvertently reminded.

　　Jinghe Dragon King listened, gritted his teeth for a while, and after a long while, he said with difficulty.

　　"Ancestral Dragon blood essence... It is related to the future of the Dragon Clan. I must use it on the young talents of the Dragon Clan to help him return to his ancestors!"

　　When he talked about this, there was still struggle in his eyes.

　　"It's just a drop, it won't change the big picture."

　　"But this drop can save your life, Jinghe Dragon King, you haven't figured it out yet, have you?"

　　"Is it possible, do you really plan to bury this secret in your heart forever after you die?"

　　"At that time, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, what revival is the Dragon Clan talking about?"

　　Unintentionally seeing this, I asked again.

　　This sentence.

　　It was the straw that broke the camel's back.

　　The words fall.

　　Jinghe Dragon King bowed his head and finally sighed and said.

　　"it is good."

　　"Then trade for a drop."