The three-star cave of the slanting moon reflected in the sky, the square mountain of Lingtai. The sound of the three-way Buddhist, Taoist and Confucian schools fell from the sky.

It's... preaching.

Bodhi Patriarch was preaching under the sky.

The sound of Hongmeng Avenue fell from the sky.

Zen Master Jueming and Qing Ling decisively closed their hearing and vision in the face of the temptation of the sound of the Hongmeng Dao.

No, no, no, no, no.

Absolutely not to listen-

This illusion of Bodhi Patriarch's lecture is the ultimate temptation for practitioners.

but.

Whether it is Zen Master Jueming or Qing Ling, they all know the Sanskrit sound of the Hongmeng Avenue.

It's not the weight that people like them can bear.

How could they listen to such preaching with their cultivation? I am afraid they would be lost and unable to extricate themselves.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep Prajna Paramita and saw that the five aggregates were empty and that he could overcome all sufferings.

In Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form; feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this."

Zen Master Jueming could only recite the mantra of the Heart by himself to barely be tempted by the sound of the great way that fell from the sky.

Fortunately, the upside down above the Great Dao Realm disappeared soon...

Only Zen Master Jueming and Qing Ling were left behind, who were sweating in cold sweat.

In the blink of an eye, they saw the gate of Taixu Temple ahead.

"Let's go in."

After a little slowdown, Zen Master Jueming and Taoist Qingling still felt that Alexander was still.

But I saw that I was sleepy on the cushion and seemed to have just woken up from my sleepiness just now.

When the Taoist wakes up from his dream, the square illusion above the sky ends.

This...this...

What is this immortal prince...where did he come from?

......

"I have a long dream these days."

Li Wei yawned, and Youdao's cultivation body also felt the fatigue rushing in.

I have to have a good sleep after a while.

Long dream.

Zen Master Jueming and Taoist Master Qing Ling looked at each other and saw the complexity in each other's eyes.

This is a day that makes you think about something and a night that makes you dream about something...

Qing Ling suddenly felt quite restrained. He originally thought that what he saw was just an "old senior" who had cultivated into an immortal.

Now it seems that the year of this predecessor is even more debatable.

"I'm sorry for seniors. This time we are here to thank you in person."

This time, Qingling and Zen Master Jueming came to express their gratitude to the "Du Kang Wine" on behalf of the ninth department, and also brought some souvenirs to Li Wei.

The evil thing Du Kang wine caused great trouble. If it spread, it would be unimaginable. Fortunately, senior Li Wei, who is 'wise and magical', was helped.

Li Wei waved his hand, it was just a matter of raising his hands.

At the same time, Qingling also told Li Wei how the strange treasures in the Qin Emperor’s ancient tomb flowed out.

He is not a tomb robber or a practitioner who spys on the ancient tomb of Qin Emperor.

But it was broken from the inside...

Just like the strongest fortress is always broken from the inside, it is even more difficult to enter the Qinhuang ancient tomb from the outside, with various mechanisms and poison gases everywhere, and the country's heavy protection.

Where is it so easy to get in?

But it is surprisingly easy to get out of the inside, and the road is smooth.

This seems to be consistent.

From the beginning of the construction of this mausoleum, there are also the Terracotta Warriors and Horses buried with them, which are all showing one thing.

They are welcoming the king's return.

"Could it be that Ying Zheng was resurrected?" Li Wei was a little surprised and said casually, his tone seemed to be talking about a junior.

This made Qing Ling and Jueming feel even more unfathomable. Ying Zheng was the emperor of ancient times. The emperor who originally unified the country in China. Faced with such an identity, gods and Buddhas had to avoid taboos.

The more I practice, the more I understand that these ancient emperors should avoid taboos.

In fact, it was not Li Wei who disrespected this emperor for all ages. Listening to the Bodhi Patriarch's lecture in his dream made Li Wei feel a strange feeling of confusion and he didn't care about the title of respect or not.

Qingling didn't dare to neglect, he said.

"The Emperor of Qin has indeed passed away completely. His body... is now well protected. The one who resurrected is not the Emperor of Qin..."

“But…”

...

Sichuan Tong City, which is heading north in Xi'an.

A small quarrel broke out in a place called Chunhua County.

A young young man was blocking in front of him, with an old man riding a tricycle beside him.

"I don't care. You just knocked me down. It's your fault! You have to pay me medical expenses, alcohol expenses, loss of work, mental loss, 50,000 yuan."

The companion of the young man next to him grabbed the old man's tricycle vigorously and refused to let him go.

The old man was a little helpless. The tricycle was filled with green leafy vegetables, which were obviously taken out of his home for sale.

"I, I don't have that much money, can I..."

"No! You put it here and pretend that you have no money? Are you making trouble!"

The young man with yellow hair said, "I tell you, if you don't hand over the money to me today, don't want to leave. If you want to leave, ask me whether my brothers agree or not?"

Next to the yellow-haired young man were colorful teenagers wearing narrow-legged pants and dyed hair like him.

They showed an surround, surrounding the old man selling vegetables. The people around them were far away and dared not get close.

"This stinky old man, we were bad for the last time. I can't let him go when I see him this time."

The yellow-haired young man looked at the old man fiercely. He remembered that the last time he approached the little girl, he was driven away by the old man.

He also said that he is a tyrant, so we are a tyrant? Wouldn't he just chat with the little girl?

Unfortunately, I almost successfully handed the "drink" to the little sister.

Money doesn't matter.

The important thing is to deal with this poor man.

A stinky vegetable seller dares to mess with me? Don’t ask who my father is?

"Everyone is watching around me. I didn't hit you just now, you fell down by yourself." The old man was still stubborn, his face flushed, and he was so angry that he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Around? Who sees it, who says you see it! Who dares to say you see it!"

The yellow-haired young man said arrogantly, no one around dared to stand up and accuse these gangsters, even if someone in the crowd saw it...

Originally, the young man thought no one stood up...

Dongdong, Dongdong-

With extremely heavy footsteps, a man in a shabby coat stood up in the crowd, unable to see his face.

"You? Who are you?"

The young man looked at the person standing up arrogantly.

"I, see it."

"According to the example of false accusation, you should pay him."

"What a slut, you're talking in a silly way." The young man stood up and looked at the big man disdainfully: "Don't you ask me who my father is."

"You want to resist the law?"

"Who are you?" The young man wanted to teach him a lesson, and pushed the man in his coat.

Once I pushed it up, I felt like...

So hard.

It was like... a stone, but when he got closer, he was stunned.

This...what is the human...

This...this...

This is a stone figurine!

"According to the law, we should do it and punish it."

A hard stone hand reached out to the young man's face, pinched and pulled out his nose.

Blood splattered everywhere—

Screams trembled around him one after another, and the stone figurines.
Chapter completed!