Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 981: Willing to endure all the suffering

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"Sitting on the ground is Mingwang?"

Ji Yuan could realize that the vision of Buddha's light that made Buddhist believers pay homage may not be a good sign, but he was still extremely surprised that King Ji Ming had passed away. You must know that he had met King Ji Ming before. To think of hearing this bad news in such a short time.

The old monk Foyin nodded and sighed.

"Yes, I didn't expect there to be such a powerful evil spirit!"

The meaning of the words of the old monk Foyin is very obvious. The death of Sitting King Ming should be caused by evil spirits. At least it cannot be caused by the exhaustion of life. Ji Yuan thinks so too, and his brows are even bigger than those of the old monk Foyin. The frown deepened.

“I didn’t expect that they would dare to attack the Lord Ming Wang!”

The murderous attack on King Si Di Ming really surprised Ji Yuan. After the accidents of Zhu Yan and Jian, the other party should have been more careful. Even if there was any action, it should be a secret action, but he didn't expect it. Dare to attack Lord Ming Wang, but perhaps it will make the other party feel more urgent.

"Huh? What does Mr. Ji know?"

At this time, I also felt that the time was ripe for Ji Yuan, so I spoke frankly to the old monk Foyin.

"Ji originally wanted to tell the master something after discussing Taoism, so let's just ask the master to listen to what Ji has to say..."

"Mr. Ji, it's okay to say it."

……

Where the Yuling Sect was originally located in Nanhuang Continent, the previous battle of skills had already come to an end. Although Sitting King Ming made his opponent pay some price, in order to deal with a Buddhist Ming King, these costs were within the opponent's consideration. , the most important thing is to get the body of Prince Sitting.

In the forbidden spiritual well of the Yuling Sect, Shen Jie, the master of the Yuling Sect, and the swordsman with a high level of cultivation were sitting cross-legged in the deepest place, while opposite them sat the Emperor Ming, cross-legged.

At this time, the terrible wound on the chest of "Sitting King" has been closed, but the Buddha body on his body has become very dim and lifeless.

"Shen Jie, it's time to start."

The sword cultivator said this, and Shen Jie nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Master!"

With that said, Shen Jie took out the Yue Cang Mirror again, gently tossed it and hung it above the head of the body of Prince Sitting. Then a white light fell from the mirror, covering the whole body of Prince Sitting.

Gradually, a mysterious aura flowed out from the mirror, and little by little it merged into the head of Prince Zuodi. After about three hours, the body of Prince Zuodi, who had passed away, actually began to feel alive. After a while, his chest It also started to fluctuate.

At sunrise the next day, "Sitting King" slowly opened his eyes, looked down at his hands, feet and body, clenched his fists, and grinned.

"As expected of the Venerable Ming Wang of Buddhism, this physical body is really strong and can withstand my true spirit!"

Shen Jie and Jian Xiu stood up together, bowed and saluted the "Sitting King", and congratulated him in unison.

"Congratulations to the lord for successfully seizing the body!"

"Hahahahaha... You did a good job, you finally didn't disappoint me!"

As he spoke, the original ring scar on the head of Prince Zuodi began to loosen and fall off, and the epidermis also grew back. The next moment, strands of black hair grew out from the bald head, and soon it reached beyond the shoulders, and The bones and muscles of the face also wriggled and changed slightly. Although the changes were slight, it was like changing the face.

In a short time, the original Sitting Prince Ming had turned into the Lord Yue Cang, only he was still wearing a cassock.

"It's a pity that this cassock is also a good treasure. I'll leave it to you."

Yue Cang, who had put on a feather coat, handed the cassock to Shen Jie, who quickly thanked him and accepted it, and handed over a white jade bottle.

"Honored Lord, Sitting King Ming has almost all his essence dispersed in the end. Although this body is good, it is also empty. Please drink it, Lord!"

"Well, if you're interested, I'll stay in seclusion for a period of time. Shen Jie will stay as a protector, and Ji Qian can go back first."

"Yes!" "Yes!"

At this moment, a faint voice came from outside.

"Yue Cang, this time I helped you get such a good body, I'm afraid it's no worse than the colorful stone, right? Hehehehehe... How should you thank me?"

Yue Cang, whose long black hair was disheveled, smiled.

"Yes, although the five-colored stone is magical, if you want to use it to transform into a physical body and cultivate it to the level of the physical body of Lord Ming Wang, even if everything goes smoothly, it will probably take two to three hundred years at the fastest. We are not that rich now. The time is indeed better than the colorful stone! But even Zhu Yan has disappeared, and Jian has not been able to succeed. With the current situation, any discord between us is just an ant on the same rope! Grasshopper, we should help each other!”

"Hmph, I just want to see the broken and magnificent colors of heaven and earth. What does it have to do with me whether I am transcendent or not?"

"Even so, you won't be able to see it if we don't work together. Everything will wait until I regain some strength. Although this physical body is good, it is indeed severely lacking."

"Humph!"

The other party snorted coldly and did not say anything else. In fact, most of the last energy of Prince Di Ming who had been sitting before was sucked away by him, so it cannot be said that he did not benefit from it.

Sword cultivator Ji Qian smiled and cupped his hands towards Yue Cang.

"Honored Lord, I will take my leave first, Shen Jie, serve your Lord well."

"Congratulations, Master!"

Yue Cang also nodded to Ji Qian, who put away his courtesy and left the Soul Locking Well, then jumped into the air and said with a smile when he saw a dark cloud in the sky.

"Senior, you'd better not stay here, be careful and sail the ship for ten thousand years."

"Humph, if I want to leave, no one in this world can stop me!"

There was a sound coming from the dark clouds, and then the whole dark cloud gradually dissipated, but no light was seen flying away, as if all the breath disappeared out of thin air.

Ji Qian stood in the air and his smile faded, and he murmured in a low voice.

"Senior, don't underestimate the monks in the world today. If you meet King Sitting alone, the result may not be as beautiful as you think. No one who becomes a 'true' monk is easy and can stop him. There are many people who can help you!”

Irrespective of whether the other party heard or not, Ji Qian turned into sword light and left after finishing speaking. He once thought that Zhu Yan was so powerful that he would definitely be at the top of the world. If Zhu Yan used his full strength without any scruples, , today's righteous forces will definitely suffer heavy losses if they want to resist.

But such a peerless ferocious monster actually disappeared like this without even a single news coming out. If he was hiding intentionally, it would be very inconsistent with Zhu Yan's temperament.

As for Yue Cang and Shen Jie, they did not stay long in the Suoling Well and left the place very quickly. After all, Yue Cang's attitude towards Ji Yuan had changed from admiring and wooing him to being less trusting.

If Ji Yuan suddenly shows up during the recovery process, that is definitely not what Yue Cang wants to see.

……

Dongtuyunzhou hangs southward, in Daliang Temple of Tingliang Kingdom, Jueming, who was sitting under the bodhi tree with monk Huitong, suddenly felt something in his heart, clasped his hands and bowed his head slightly.

"Good, my Buddha is compassionate!"

Monk Huitong moved his eyes away from the ninth volume of "Underworld" on the low table in front of them, looked at Jueming and asked.

"Master Jueming, can you have some enlightenment?"

Jueming shook his head.

"No, this poor monk just suddenly felt that I, the Buddha sitting on the ground, passed away..."

"What?"

With Huitong's current concentration, he couldn't help but be horrified when he heard this. However, after getting in touch with him during this time, he knew that this master of enlightenment was definitely extraordinary. What he said was probably... true. Bar.

"There are Buddhas who are born and Buddhas who die. Just as sins and sins rise and fall in this world, the Dharma of the Buddha sitting on the ground will not be cut off. The Dharma of my Buddha is Nanmo!"

"Namou my Buddha's Dharma!"

Huitong also put his hands together to perform Buddhist rituals and chanted the Buddha's name, and looked for Shuyuanwww. zhaoshuyuan.com Then I saw the monk Jueming closing his eyes and entering samadhi under the bodhi tree. The eminent monk was happy to read the book and realized it. He heard that the death of King Ming also caused sorrow and suffering. The six roots were pure and the four elements were empty, but he still had flesh and blood.

Not long after awakening and entering samadhi, Hui Tong suddenly discovered that there were faint clouds of Buddha light gathering in the sky, and a Buddha light shone under the bodhi tree, illuminating the bodhi leaves with a faint golden color. The sound of sutras resounded around the Bodhi tree.

Huitong stood up, looked at the colorful clouds in the sky, and sighed.

“I don’t know how many pilgrims and dignitaries will come.”

However, this time, Monk Jueming's trance did not last for months or even more than a year as Monk Huitong imagined. After three days, the faint sound of chanting disappeared, but after Jueming But it became clearer and clearer to the monk’s ears.

The sound of chanting sutras turned out to be that of the deceased Lord Sitting Ground. It was not until the evening of the third day that the sound of chanting stopped, and the voice of Lord Sitting Ground rang in the ears of the enlightened mind.

"Jueming, it turns out that you have found the Buddha in your heart. How good, how good! From today on, you will inherit my Dharma and extend my name of "Di"!"

There were bursts of Buddha's light in the colorful clouds in the sky, and a stream of light fell from the sky and fell on Jueming.

The clouds continued to extend, and soon, one drop, two drops, three drops... countless drops of water fell, and it started to rain lightly.

"Wow, wow..."

Daliang Temple was shrouded in drizzle. Several eminent monks from Daliang Temple who were walking in a hurry happened to see Jueming waking up from sedation.

"From today onwards, the poor monk will inherit the Dharma name with the word "地"..."

Many chapters from "The Yellow Spring" appeared in the monk's mind, and when he saw one of the Buddhist chapters, the monk raised his head and looked at the eminent monk of Daliang Temple.

"The name of the Dharma...Ksitigarbha, I wish to overcome all violence and all suffering, my Buddha is compassionate!"