Zuodao Changsheng: I can transfer the price

Chapter 95 Is it an opponent? (3k for subscription)
Just after the white-clothed monk proclaimed the motto "In the sky and in the world, I am the only one".

The image of the Buddha behind him began to change, and the endless Buddha light began to gather together, gradually no longer illusory but formed a phantom in the sky like a shadow.

Then the white-clothed monk took a step forward, pointing to the sky with one hand and pointing to the ground, his aura was no longer concealed. He is not a second-level monk, and he clearly has the third-level bodhisattva status!

The endless Buddha light scattered in all directions, and finally a very real seven-foot Buddha statue was condensed in the center of the Buddha light. The face of the Buddha statue was as clear as that of a white-clothed monk.

Zhang Yuansheng looked angry, the dharma sword in his hand burst into light, and flew out immediately, turning into a sword array, and saw that dharma sword turned into two, two into four, four into eight, and then endlessly, the sword shadow filled the sky fly.

A peerless sword array fell down, covering the Buddha statue.

The [-]-foot-high true Buddha Dharma image was constantly obliterated under the sword array, and countless golden light fragments poured out one after another.

I saw that the true Buddha's Dharma image was getting weaker and weaker, but the Buddha's light blooming on the white monk in the center of the Buddha's light was getting brighter and brighter.

Lin Shou squinted his eyes at this time and told A Liang, "You and Juzi go to take that Liumen master away, and by the way, ask the poor Tao if there are any cubs for her panda?"

A Liang then nodded, and then picked up the oranges that were still lying on the cart, with golden and black rays of light blooming from his body, and he came to Liu Yun with a twinkle.

Liu Yun was very vigilant about A Liang's arrival, but she could see the golden light emanating from A Liang's body, which was the golden body cultivated by the monks of the Xianghuo Dao.

As we all know, the monks of Xianghuo Dao are good people.

Only monks who were highly respected during their lifetime will be remembered and worshiped after death, and have the opportunity to cultivate the golden body of the incense path.

"I don't know what is the role of this city god?" Liu Yun rode on the giant panda, put the beast umbrella on her shoulders in a different position, and then cupped her hands and said to A Liang.

When A Liang heard Liu Yun's word "City God", he immediately grinned from ear to ear, pointed in the direction where Lin Shou was, and said, "The next battlefield is not for you and me. leave with you."

After the words fell, a golden portal appeared beside Ah Liang, and a dark purple portal appeared at the foot of the hillside farther away.

A Liang was the first to walk into the golden door holding the orange by the back of his neck, and at the same time he did not forget to say to Liu Yun behind him: "Master Liu, let's go."

Liu Yun looked at the white-clothed monk who had fought back and forth with her before, and now she started to ascend to the gods, and her heart was complicated, which meant that the white-clothed monk just now was just playing with her.

But she also knew that it was no time for her to intervene, so she nodded and stepped into the golden portal with A Liang.

Seeing that the people in the way had left, Lin Shou smiled and put away the wine gourd and the Jiaolong skewers in his hand, and got off the donkey cart, stretching himself.

Zhang Yuansheng, who was fighting the monk in white, kept changing the formulas in his hands, and the sword array also changed accordingly.

The number of sword shadows flying in the sky has reached [-], and they are slowly unfolding at this moment, turning into the fiercest attack posture, and making a final breakthrough against the Buddha statue in front of them.

During the battle, Zhang Yansheng didn't seem to see Lin Shou, or he saw it but didn't have time to care about Lin Shou!

Zhang Yuansheng's eyes were sharp, and the formulas in his hands were changing faster and faster. He didn't have time to worry about other things, because there was a person who was about to ascend to the gods in front of him.

"Now that the three patriarchs are all in the foreign domain, the return date is still undetermined. If this unknown person succeeds in ascension to the gods, there will be serious consequences!"

But at this moment, the three thousand sword shadows were about to wipe out the Buddha statue completely.

The Buddha statue that was strangled by the sword array to only a hundred feet high suddenly exploded at this moment, and the supreme Buddha's light shot out!

The white-clothed monk gradually became one with the delicate seven-foot-tall Buddha statue, and he uttered the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name is passed on to everyone's ears, making people have an urge to worship.

And the deep Buddha's name became clearer and louder in everyone's ears. Obviously the Buddha statue didn't open its mouth, but the Buddha's name kept repeating.

Lin Shou waved it a little irritably, and those lingering and low-pitched Buddha's names finally disappeared in his ears.

And Zhang Yuansheng pointed out that the magic sword in his hand ignited a stronger light, and the raging magic power wrapped his whole body, so he was not affected by the Buddha's name.

But at the same time, the Buddha who was only seven feet tall and the three people in white clothes were combined into one, which was only the size of an ordinary person, and he sat cross-legged on the spot, with one hand standing in the palm of his hand, and then recited the Buddha's name.

Every time the Buddha's name is recited, the Buddha statue will become bigger, one minute into ten feet, one hundred feet, one thousand feet, and finally a golden body of a Buddha statue with a height of 260 feet.

The face of the Buddha statue is exactly the same as that of the white-clothed monk. After becoming a thousand feet tall, it adds a bit of majesty. In Zhang Yuansheng's eyes, the aura of the Buddha statue is pressing towards him like an insurmountable mountain. .

Zhang Yuansheng had no choice but to bite the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood on his dharma sword. The dharma power on the dharma view burned fiercely, and the three thousand sword shadows gradually merged into one.

Zhang Yuansheng tried his best to pass the magic sword in his hand forward, and suddenly a huge sword hundreds of feet long lay across the giant Buddha's chest.

"Amitabha!"

"Since you see [Tathagata], why don't you worship?"

A sound that seemed to be chanting, sighing, and drinking came from the Buddha statue.

"[Tathagata Buddha]?! Are you an incarnation?!"

Zhang Yuansheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he spoke the name of a certain existence, but no one could clearly hear him.

Zhang Yuansheng vomited blood with all his might, but the transparent long sword, hundreds of feet long, couldn't get an inch in, blocked by the giant Buddha statue's finger.

"Crack!"

Zhang Yuansheng tried his best to condense the hundreds of feet of sword shadow under the will of the Buddha statue, and it was completely shattered.

And Zhang Yuansheng's body fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

At this time, one palm of the Buddha statue was slowly pressed down, and the hundred-foot-large palm fell down like a mountain of five fingers, and it was about to suppress Zhang Yuansheng here!

At this moment, a cyan statue gradually expanded from the height of one person to ten feet, one hundred feet, and finally a thousand feet!
The cyan dharma form exudes a faint light, his face is blurred, he is dressed in an imperial robe, a glazed crown on his head, and a gilt scepter in his hand.

The entire dharma is majestic, and the mighty majesty of the emperor fills the whole world!

The gilded scepter in the emperor's hand pointed at the Buddha statue, and the palm of the giant Buddha turned into a golden spot of light and dissipated between the heaven and the earth, as if it had encountered the power of the withering of all things with the passage of time.

"Just you say that in the sky and in the world, I am the only one who respects me?"

Lin Shou's body was between the two statues, as small as a speck of dust, but no one dared to ignore what he said.

I saw Lin Shou with a contemptuous smile on his face, looking at the Buddha statue with his neck tilted.

"Is it Pindao's opponent?"

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The capital, the residence of the prime minister.

Song Tinghui is the third legalist prime minister since the opening of Daqian.

In Daqian, the default is that the position of Sangong can only be held by monks in the third realm.

In addition to representing the cultivation base of practitioners, Sangong also represents Yu's status in ruling the world with the imperial power.

Different from practitioners of the Daoist sect and heretics, the practice of all schools of thought depends to a certain extent on the luck of the imperial court, and is even deeply bound to the imperial court.

This also led to Sangong being in a weak position in co-ruling the world with the imperial power.

Song Tinghui's ability to ascend to the position of Sangong at a young age is not unrelated to the fact that he was the emperor's staff when he was not enthroned.

Since ancient times, Conglong's power is the best of all.

Song Xiang can almost be said to be the spokesperson of the emperor.

Because Song Tinghui's daughter, Song Yuwei, was born as a woman, it was difficult for her to embark on the path of Legalism, so she practiced martial arts since she was a child, and joined the six sects after entering the country with martial arts, becoming the famous first female arrester in the capital.

But at this moment, Song Yuwei was standing in front of Song Tinghui with a dossier in her hand, frowning.

"Father, when I went out to deal with the case this time, I saw many lowly officials who were domineering and domineering. A Taoist priest told me that if there were more such corrupt officials, it could only mean that the high officials were more corrupt. That's right. Is it?"

"Yes." Song Tinghui replied concisely.

Song Yuwei put down the dossier in her hand. It was a trial dossier about corrupt officials in the past ten years. The number of trial cases of corrupt officials recorded on it became less and less, as if everything was developing towards a prosperous age.

Song Tinghui said again: "The government and the public know that being a father is a big greed, and they call me a traitor."

"Why?" Song Yuwei was very puzzled and asked.

"Fajia was born to be the emperor's eagle dog, and what he made was the knife in the emperor's hand."

"If the emperor needs treacherous ministers, then the Legalists will help the tyrant; if the emperor is a wise emperor, then the Legalists will be direct ministers..."

Song Tinghui spoke in a calm voice.

Song Yuwei looked at her father with some disappointment, and then said with some hope: "Is that why the emperor made father a traitor?"

Song Tinghui looked at his daughter's questioning eyes and fell silent for a while.

At this moment, a shrill cry came from outside the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"President Song, Your Majesty invites you to enter the palace."

An eunuch bowed his head and walked slowly into the prime minister's mansion without raising his head when he spoke.

Song Tinghui glanced at his daughter, then nodded, followed the eunuch and left the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Song Yuwei heard the neighing of the carriage outside, and the sound of horseshoes in a patchwork pattern, her father also left.

Song Yuwei recalled the words of the Taoist priest in Huashui County, and sat down on the stone steps.

It took a long time before she picked up the saber on her body, grabbed all the files and ran towards the six doors.

(End of this chapter)