Nightwatcher

Xu Qi'an really wanted to get angry, and shouted: Wife, come out and see the Buddha.

However, he didn't have a wife, and the heavy coercion emanating from the Dharma figure made him unable to raise any emotions, and instinctively wanted to kneel down and worship.

Supervisor, why don't you dare to see me?

Following the thunderous shouts, Xu Pingzhi, who was struggling to support his knees, gave way and fell to the ground.

At the same time of fear, humiliation surged in his heart, Second Uncle Xu propped his hands on the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "Ning Yan, farewell, don't kneel, stand up, stand up!!"

The last three words were yelled out.

After yelling, Xu Pingzhi couldn't get any response from his nephew or son. He looked up and saw his son was holding on to the pillar, with bulging veins on his forehead, as if he was struggling to support himself.

The nephew was leaning against the door, leaning on the knife with both hands, stubbornly looking up at the sky in the night sky.

Then, the son and nephew looked over at the same time.

The atmosphere froze for a while, but fortunately Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan looked away calmly.

You two brats still know how to save face for me! Xu Pingzhi's embarrassment eased.

Pfft, look at how cowardly Second Uncle is, he's wasting all his energy and energy on Auntie! Xu Qi'an laughed in his heart.

Dad is too embarrassing, he knelt on his own knees, and even shouted, luckily there are no outsiders here! Xu Cijiu secretly disliked the shameful old father.

"Brother, what, what does this Buddhist eminent monk plan to do? You, you are working as a clerk in the yamen, do you know something inside?" Xu Cijiu said intermittently.

Try not to shake your voice.

He believed that it should be that the Western Regions and Dafeng had disagreements on certain matters, so the Western Regions mission came to Beijing. Looking at the actions of the Buddhist monks tonight, the attitude of the Western Regions is obvious-angry!

If it is not handled properly, the alliance between the Western Regions and Dafeng is likely to break down, and even a national war will break out.

As a scholar, Xu New Year has an instinctive thirst for knowledge on such major events.

Xu Qi'an thought it over and said, "It's a bit of a conflict, but it's not as serious as you imagined, and I don't know the details."

In the middle of speaking, he changed his words again, because the reaction of the Buddhist eminent monk also exceeded Xu Qi'an's expectations.

He suddenly realized one thing, when the monk Shenshu was sealed in Dafeng, maybe it wasn't just the mutual help between allies, there was something else hidden in it.

If it's just mutual help among allies, how can Buddhism be so angry, how can it mobilize people like this.

Haoqi Building!

Wearing a green robe, Wei Yuan stood on the watchtower, looking up at a Buddha's face covering half of the capital. Its body was infinite, hidden in the billowing dark clouds.

"Slayer Arhat!"

His eyes were calm, his waist was straight, and his green robe fluttered violently in the wind, as if he was facing Fa.

In the tea room behind them, Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou sat cross-legged with their heads lowered, trying their best to resist the coercion of Faxiang.

The higher the cultivation level, the greater the oppression.

"Buddhism is still as strong as ever." Wei Yuan said with emotion.

After saying that, he looked back at the two sons, and said calmly: "If Xu Qi'an is here, I can guarantee that he must be standing, no matter what method he uses, he will always be standing."

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou looked ashamed.

In the imperial palace, Emperor Yuan Jing wore a dragon robe and walked out of the palace accompanied by the old eunuch. When he looked up, the Buddha face with upturned brows seemed to be hanging above the imperial palace.

Those Buddha eyes that were not angry and self-imposing seemed to be staring at Emperor Yuan Jing.

Inside the palace, the guards of the Imperial Army held guns and spears, as if they were facing an enemy, none of them knelt down, let alone showed signs of fear.

The entire imperial palace seemed to be isolated from the majesty of Dharma.

"snort!"

Emperor Yuan Jing snorted coldly, turned and went back to his bedroom.

The capital has a population of millions, and there are countless warriors, including the people from the rivers and lakes who have poured into the capital recently. Tonight, everyone is trembling, as if it is the end of the day.

There was great fear and panic in my heart.

At the same time, I unconsciously thought, this is the capital city, the core city of Dafeng, so no one can stop Buddhism from showing its prestige?

First, there was a young monk who fought for four days without a single defeat, and tonight another Dharma came down, shaking the entire capital, and questioning the supervisor condescendingly.

Jianzheng is the patron saint of Dafeng, the only first-rank master.

This is where to put the face of the imperial court, where to put the face of the prison, and where to put the face of millions of people in the capital.

Countless people are eager to take action.

In Sangpo, in the newly built Yongzhen Shanhe Temple, the founding emperor's saber, the brass sword, buzzed and trembled, as if waiting for the master's call.

Amid the eager anticipation of countless people, a clear whistle sounded: "Noisy!"

The sound is pleasant and has a clear texture.

Wearing a lotus crown on his head, wearing a Taiji fish, and with a touch of cinnabar between his brows, Luo Yuheng walked out of the quiet room, his hair dancing wildly in the wind.

She looked up at the Buddha's face, stretched out her white right arm, and grasped her five fingers suddenly. In the pool water, a rusty iron sword broke through the water and landed in her palm.

Luo Yuheng lightly threw the iron sword in his hand: "Go!"

The sword energy is like a rainbow, soaring into the sky.

At the beginning, it was like a thin flame, like a meteorite going up against the sky.

Not long after, the tip of the sword propped up an arc-shaped air shield with a diameter of 100 meters, which was an air wave formed by air resistance.

After a while, the fiery red light illuminated the golden sky, intersecting with the golden law, and the original thin line had grown beyond imagination.

Like a red waterfall.

The golden figure let out a cold snort, and out of the billowing black cloud, two giant palms reaching up to the sky, wanted to grab Jian Guang.

The two giant golden palms closed together, just sandwiching the sword light as bright as a galaxy in the palms.

The next moment, Jiao Lei exploded in the sky above the capital, and Faxiang's hands collapsed into golden light inch by inch, and then the Buddha's face collapsed, and the red sword light mixed with golden light, blending into magnificent seven-colored colors, dancing in the night sky.

For the people of the capital, this magnificent scene is probably something they have never seen in their entire lives.

"pata"

Xu Pingzhi, who had just stood up with difficulty, knelt down again.

Xu Qi'an and Xu New Year turned their faces away again, not to watch the embarrassing scene of their father (second uncle).

Was it Luo Yuheng who made the move just now? As expected of a second-rank Daoist, Xu Qi'an's mood is a bit complicated at the moment if this sword is aimed at me like this.

He had dealt with Luo Yuheng several times, and even though he knew that the other party was the second rank of the Taoist sect, he lacked a clear understanding of her strength.

It wasn't until now that Xu Qi'an clearly realized how strong the second rank of the Taoist sect was.

"If I knew this woman was so fierce from the beginning, I would never have dared to stare at her chest." Xu Qi'an's back felt chills, and he felt that he was jumping repeatedly on the verge of death.

After half a stick of incense, the sky returned to silence, the red light and golden light were annihilated, the dark clouds dissipated, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The three gentlemen of the Xu family were relieved, Xu Qi'an sat on the threshold, Xu Cijiu sat on the railing of the corridor, Xu Pingzhi got up slowly, and said in a deep voice:

"It's good to be young, and your body is still strong, unlike me, who is caught off guard and can't even stand firmly.

"But Dad was also a strong man back then, charging back and forth among thousands of troops without even frowning."

He looked up at the sky, and snorted coldly: "This time I am prepared, if I do it again, I will definitely not lose my composure."

As soon as the words fell, Sanskrit singing suddenly sounded in the night sky, and the calm dark clouds rolled again.

Deep in the clouds, a golden light shone, and with the Sanskrit singing, the dark clouds surged, and another Dharma figure appeared.

Different from the previous statue, this statue is more vivid and lifelike, and the Buddha face is more ferocious.

Of course, the momentum is also completely different, far better than before several times.

"pata"

Xu Pingzhi knelt down again.

But this time, Xu Xinnian and Xu Qi'an didn't laugh at him, Xu Xinnian just collapsed on the ground, dripping with sweat. Xu Qi'an was half kneeling, with his hands propped on the ground.

In his mind, he visualized the towering giant, and his heart was full of arrogance, and then he straightened his waist a little bit, and stood with his sword.

Does Du Er have to fight with the prison?

Bang!

At this time, the sound of pushing the door came.

Xu Lingyin rubbed her eyes, supported the door and stepped over the threshold, "Father, it's so noisy outside."

"Go back to the house quickly, go back to the house quickly." Xu Pingzhi shouted.

Xu Lingyin raised her small face and pointed her chubby fingers to the sky: "There are gods in the sky."

She was fascinated by watching, and she was not affected by the coercion of the Dharma image at all.

"Vajra's angry eyes?!"

Luo Yuheng curled his lips, turned around and returned to the quiet room, and ignored him.

One of the Nine Great Dharma Aspects of Buddhism is Vajra's Wrathful Eyes, which can only be displayed by a Bodhisattva of the first rank.

Handed over to the prison, has nothing to do with her.

At this moment, the Star Observation Building and the Eight Diagrams Platform.

The old prisoner with white hair and white beard was standing on the edge of the gossip table, with his hands behind his back, and the night wind waving his beard.

"The agreement back then was a matter between you and the royal family, so what has it to do with me?" Jian Zheng said angrily.

The huge and boundless Dharma image opened its mouth, and the sound was rolling, but only Jianzheng could hear it: "If it wasn't for my Buddhist practice, you could have stepped into the first grade?

"Now that Shenshu is born, if you don't give an explanation to the Buddhist sect, I will come to Beijing in person in the future."

"If you dare to come to Beijing, the old man will send you back." The supervisor sneered, and then asked: "What do you Buddhists think?"

"It's what you want, you should know that once Shenshu reunites with his physical body, it will bring great disaster to our Buddhism." Vajra Dharma Xiang roared.

"Then do you know that if Shenshu continues to be sealed in Sangbo, how much disaster will it bring to me?" the prisoner asked.

Vajra Dharma said: "You Sitianjian poked the basket yourself, let me take the place of Buddhism?"

"This is the end of the matter, what's the point of talking about these useless things, you can only last half a quarter of an hour, if you have something to say, hurry up and don't disturb the people in the capital sleeping." The supervisor said impatiently.

"Two things: one, track down the whereabouts of the remnants of the Wan Yao Kingdom, and retrieve Shenshu's severed arm. Two, the Buddhist sect wants to borrow your Tianji disk for three years."

"Come and get it if you have the ability." The supervisor said flatly.

"good!"

The vajra phase dissipates.

"Hey, didn't you make a move this time?"

Xu Qi'an looked at the sky, and the vajra statue that looked like a god and demon had dissipated, and there was no earth-shattering fight like before.

It just condensed in the sky for a while, then dissipated.

Xu Pingzhi and Xu Erlang let out a breath slowly, their whole bodies seemed to collapse.

"Lingyin, don't stand there stupidly, come quickly and help your father and your second brother back to the room." Xu Qi'an greeted.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Xu Pingzhi spat at his nephew and scolded, "Come here for me, what's the use of raising you for twenty years."

Xu Qi'an hurried over to help.

After sending Uncle Erlang and Erlang back to the room, Xu Qi'an communicated with Monk Shenshu in his mind: "Master, have you seen what happened just now, Master?"

PS: Celebrating a million words! First correct the typo in the previous chapter, and then continue to code.