Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 427 Buddha?Enemies of Buddha!
In the sky, the little skylark has grown in size, from an ordinary skylark to a mysterious bird like a phoenix, even its feathers are shining gorgeously, it is completely different from the stupid little bird just now.

The Empress in Tsing Yi stood on its back, her whole body was full of divine light, she was cold and flawless.

She became the majestic and arrogant Lord of Qingming again, her eyes were indifferent, she didn't even look at Li Daoxuan again, and she didn't say a word anymore.

It seemed that Qing Ni, who was eating cherry Bi Luo and letting him hold hands, had completely disappeared like a cloud of yesterday.

Seeing that the empress was about to leave, Li Daoxuan suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, as if after parting this time, he would have to wait a long, long time to meet again next time.

A kind of nameless emotion welled up in his heart, he looked at the back of the empress, and shouted loudly: "Qing Ni, is this your real name?"

Tsing Yi Niang Niang paused slightly, but did not turn around, her voice was very calm, with a kind of indifference that repulses others thousands of miles away.

"It's just made up casually. From now on, don't call me Qing Ni again."

The next moment, the little bird flapped its wings and disappeared over Chang'an with the empress.

Li Daoxuan looked at the back of her going away, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Shaking his head, he quickly pulled himself together.

Cultivate, practice hard!
If the yin god is not enough, the yang god will be, and if the yang god is not enough, he will become a fairy. When he can beat the empress, he will no longer be so passive. The feeling of hugging his thigh is good, but he doesn't want the empress in Qingyi to be just his forever. backing.

Fight for one day, the empress will ask him for help because of something.

He, Li Daoxuan, is determined to be the backer of Empress Tsing Yi!
After a while, he took out the map of the Four Saints Formation, and after just a few glances, he was shocked by this formation, what a powerful formation!

Once completed, the Great Tang Kingdom can be borrowed to transform into the four sacred beasts of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, each of which is equivalent to a high-level Yang God Realm. The stronger the Great Tang Kingdom, the stronger the transformed holy beasts , if all nations come to the court, the national fortune will be prosperous, and it will even be equivalent to four immortals guarding Chang'an!

Mmm, it smells so good...

Li Daoxuan walked towards the city of Chang'an while looking at the formation map.

He wasn't worried that others would see the mystery of the array, the empress cast a forbidden spell on it, except for Li Daoxuan, no one else could see the handwriting, it was all blank.

He is a person with a high level of comprehension, and his master once told him the basic knowledge about formations. Now that he comprehends the formation of the four saints, although he still feels obscure, he is also fascinated.

In the end, he didn't even want to be distracted from walking any more. He used the paper horse technique and rode upside down on the white horse, concentrating on studying the formation.

I do not know how long it has been.

Just when he was intoxicated by it, his expression suddenly changed, and he pulled his gaze away from the scroll.

The spiritual white horse stopped, a little restless.

Li Daoxuan stared at the figure in front of him blocking his way, took the map of the Four Saints into it, and said indifferently: "The little monk does not go back to Tibet, but blocks my way here. Could it be that he wants to ask the poor Taoist for advice again?"

Standing in front of him was the esoteric master of Tubo, the monk Zhizang who had become a Yangshen monk through empowerment at a young age.

Zhizang was wearing a red cassock, clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha, the little monks in the imperial palace have long been willing to bow down, even if they come to ask for advice again, they will have to wait until they have completely refined the mana passed down by the master and entered the late Yangshen stage. How can they do it now? Overbearing?"

Li Daoxuan secretly felt that there is no simple sect that can be passed down for thousands of years. From the tone of this monk, it may take a few years to refine the magic power of the empowerment and enter the late stage of Yangshen.

It's no wonder that the lineage of Tantric Buddhism can last for thousands of years. This method of empowerment does have some methods.

"Then why didn't you leave with the mission and come to me instead?"

Zhizang said frankly: "In fact, the poor monk has already left Chang'an for sixty miles with the mission. I just thought about it, but I still can't let go of one thing. I think I should tell Master Li."

Li Daoxuan asked: "What's the matter?"

Zhizang said solemnly: "On the night when the poor monk just stepped into Chang'an, I fell asleep in the inn in a trance, and had a dream."

If other people said such things, Li Daoxuan would definitely sneer, saying that the little monk's cultivation level is not good enough.

But although Zhizang is not very old, his cultivation is not shallow. If he can withstand the method of empowerment, it can be seen that his xinxing is superb and his will is tenacious. I am afraid that he has already cultivated the kung fu of meditating into meditation to the perfection, and he will never appear. In this situation of practicing and falling asleep.

This situation only happens to beginners.

Even Li Daoxuan's younger brother Wu Wei would not make such a low-level mistake.

Li Daoxuan asked in surprise, "What did you dream about?"

Zhizang frowned, recalling the dream of that night, even now he still has lingering fear.

"The poor monk dreamed of a man who claimed to be the only true Buddha in the world."

Li Daoxuan's expression was startled, and he blurted out: "Moluo?"

Zhizang was a little surprised and said: "It turns out that the real person also knows the name of that person. Yes, he calls himself Moluo. He is dressed in black and has black hair. He sits cross-legged on a black lotus. He does have the aura of a Buddha on his body, but there is also an extremely strange and strange aura." Magic!"

Li Daoxuan's heart sank, and he asked repeatedly: "What did he say to you?"

Zhizang replied without reservation: "He wants to entice me to worship him as the Buddha, join the Mara Sect, help him deal with the Tang Dynasty together, and promise that after the completion of the matter, Tantrism will replace the Central Plains Zen and become the number one Buddhist sect in the world. "

Li Daoxuan sneered and said, "It's another big cake!"

Zhizang nodded and said: "The poor monk was almost bewitched by him at that time, and fell into the devil's way. Fortunately, he practiced diligently for many years and did not fall. At the critical moment, he woke up and realized that he was not the Lord of the Buddha, but the enemy of the Buddha. At that time, The poor monk woke up."

Li Daoxuan frowned and said, "Could it be that Mo Luo just gave up and didn't do anything to you anymore?"

In his idea, with Mo Luo's temperament, if he fails to seduce him, he will probably kill Zhizang. This will not only keep the secret, but also provoke conflicts between Datang and Tubo.

Zhizang explained: "Actually, Mo Luo has already attacked me. He cast a spell to make me forget the dream, but I have his mind, and my spiritual consciousness is quite special. Two days ago, I suddenly remembered it."

After learning all this, Li Daoxuan thought in his heart.

Since Master Sanle left, he never got any news about Mo Luo, and the other party seemed to disappear out of thin air, like nothing.

The eye that appeared above Chang'an was undoubtedly the eye of Mo Luo. At that time, Mo Luo even wanted to invade his sea of ​​consciousness, but was repulsed by the true spirit of the empress.

It seems that the other party didn't disappear, but hid in the dark, plotting some kind of revenge conspiracy!

A sense of crisis rose in Li Daoxuan's heart.

"Thank you for reminding me, little monk, I have disgraced you in Anren Temple, why are you still willing to tell me about this?"

Zhizang showed compassion in his eyes, and sighed: "I see that Mara's actions will definitely hurt innocent people. Even if there is some unhappiness between the poor monk and the real man, the people of Tang Dynasty are innocent. How can the poor monk do that?" Because of a momentary grievance, thousands of lives will be ignored?"

Li Daoxuan nodded, and his impression of him improved a lot.

The two camps are different, it is inevitable that they will be enemies, but being an enemy does not mean that the other party is a bad person, at least in terms of not hurting the innocent and protecting the people, the two people's principles are the same.

"Monk, thank you, this kind of love is appreciated."

Zhizang clasped his palms together, he didn't take Li Daoxuan's words to heart, turned around and left after saying that.

At this moment, he still doesn't know that it is this unintentional favor that will have a huge impact on the fate of Tubo in the future.

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