Chapter 1889： Spread the word

"The king of Ping has ascended to heaven?" Xiao Shi raised her eyebrows, and her beautiful face was astonished: "Did someone assassinate King Ping?"

Chu Li shook his head: "This time no one was assassinated, but King Ping left himself."

"Why is this?" Xiao Shi said: "Is there anything he can't think of?"

"Well ..." Chu Li shook his head: "The heart of King Ping has not been opened, and Princess Ping has also been ascended to heaven, so he simply follows one another and does not want to be alone in this world."

"Princess Ping ascended to heaven?" Xiao Qi said, "New Princess Ping?"

Chu Li nodded slowly.

Xiao Qi frowned: "How can this be?"

Chu Lidao said: "It may involve the fight of the Zongmen. In short, Princess Ping will ascend to heaven. King Ping followed, and gave me this letter before leaving, but it made me considerate one or two. He cannot be emperor."

"Well ..., King Ping is really a seed of infatuation!" Xiao Shi shook his head: "Who can think of him as a general, but with such affection?"

Chu Li nodded.

King Ping is high from the negative electrode. Because of this, he will be blown away by the death of the original Princess Ping. Even after the new Princess Ping was later, he still could not recover and there was always a desire to abandon the world.

Now, taking advantage of Princess Xinping's ascension to heaven, he has also left the world to be completely relieved.

He could understand King Ping's thoughts, but as a prince, it was way too wayward.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. King Ping had too much trust in himself. Because he had himself, he could safely leave this world and go to heaven and heaven, and said that he would meet again in the future.

Xiao Qi frowned: "How is this good?"

King Ping originally wanted to inherit the throne, so he left suddenly, all plans were disrupted, Chu Li's hard work was put into practice, and now the happiest must be Leng Shouren.

Chu Li turned to look at Xiao Shi: "Second sister, let's go to King Kong Temple."

"Let Xuan out of the temple?" Xiao Shi asked.

Chu Li nodded slowly.

Xiao Shi said: "He is a jerk, it is difficult to change what he sees, and he is not interested in the throne, so why force him?"

"If the people of the world do not suffer, let him take over this throne, I am not assured that others are on it." Chu Lidao.

"... well, try it." Xiao Shijia.

If you change someone else, you may not understand Chu Li's worry about the country and the people, and feel noisy and troubled, but as the ladies of the government office, they have been influential since childhood, and they can not only care about the world Myself, so support Chu Li's approach.

Chu Li looked at Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi lightly jaw: "Relax, I will take care of them."

Chu Li looked at Pang Shiji again: "Don't let your teacher worry about yourself and practice well."

Look at Li Meng again.

Li Meng said busyly: "Uncle, rest assured, I will never have much trouble."

Chu Li nodded, and Xiao Xiao's wrist disappeared suddenly.

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In the early morning, the Kongang Temple was surrounded by purple gas.

Chu Li raised his eyebrows. This is the purple qi of heaven and earth. It is the purest breath. The stupas and the formations are collecting this purple qi, thereby nourishing and strengthening themselves, and making the Vajrayana temple stronger.

The temple door was closed, Chu Li and Xiao Shi stood outside the temple.

Da Yuan Jing's wisdom observation, covered by golden light, he vaguely saw the monks in the temple gathered together.

He then stepped forward and knocked on the gate of the Dai Temple.

The only temple gate in the entire King Kong Temple is the birth gate, and the rest is covered by the formation method.

Xuan appeared quickly and opened the temple door to invite them in.

"What's going on inside? Can we get in?" Chu Li asked.

Xu'an Road: "The director Chu has a deep connection with the Dai Temple, so you don't need to go outside, please come in."

After Xiao Shi and Chu left the temple gate, they saw more than twenty red monks sitting under the steps of the temple hall. Some middle-aged monks, old monks, and small Sami, could not help asking: "What is this?"

"Master Zhiyu is asking." Xu An said.

"?" Xiao Shi looked at Chu Li: "Let's stay outside the temple for a while, right?"

Chu Li smiled: "I just want to hear."

Xiao Shibai gave him a glance.

She didn't want to listen to an old monk, she might as well practice for a while.

She now belongs to Tai Qingzong, and she did not follow the same path with Buddhism, so she did not want to listen.

Chu Li smiled: "Listen to the master, you will gain something. This is a rare opportunity that you can't touch."

Xu An smiled and nodded deeply: "The ancestor of Zhiyu was only taught the Fa once every ten years."

"Well, listen to it," Xiao Shi said.

The monks did not respond to the arrival of the two, as if they didn't know. They sat down and stood motionless.

Xu An also sat down.

Xiao Shi sat next to him and was about to speak, but Chu Li pulled his sleeve and winked.

Xiao Shi closed her mouth and looked around.

Slow footsteps sounded, and an old monk in red slowly walked out of the hall, stood on the steps, and sat down slowly.

The old monk was thin and small, walked trembling, and would fall at any time. The large red monk's clothes wobbled around him, as if there was no body in the monk's clothes. A gust of wind could roll the monk's clothes with the old monk into the sky.

Chu Li's face fell.

Although Dayuan Jingzhi is restrained and the power is greatly damaged, he can still see three round haloes on the back of the old monk, with a soft light, but others cannot see it.

"Amitabha Buddha ..." After the monk Zhiyu sat cross-legged on the steps ~ www.novelhall.com ~ he put his thin hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!" Monks Qi Xuanfo.

Chu flickered from his eyes and suddenly changed.

He seemed to be standing on the surface of the sea, and the water was shaking lightly. His body was shaking, but he did not sink, but just floated on the water.

There is a huge lotus flower in the void. An old monk sitting cross-legged on the lotus flower is the monk Zhiyu.

A bright moon appeared in the back of the monk Zhiyu, spreading soft and clear, covering his body and covering Chu Li, standing on the sea.

"Amitabha ..." The monk Zhiyu slowly spoke slowly, his voice was soft and pleasant, and he could not help but want to keep listening: "If I smell ..."

A piece of Buddhism that Chu Li has never heard of softly recites in his ears. There is no need for the monk Zhiyu to explain. Chu Li naturally understands its beauty.

Suddenly, when the sun came, Dajin suddenly disappeared, and now he was still sitting under the steps, and the monk Zhiyu was sitting on the steps.

"Amitabha ..." The monk's trumpet sounded in Chu Li's ear, he looked up.

The monk Zhiyu was watching him quietly.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, and Chu Lihe was very polite.

Monk Zhiyu lightly jaw, took out a string of beads from his arms, and threw it gently.

The dark Buddha beads fluttered down to Chu Li.

Chu Li reached out and took it.

He knew that what the monk Zhiyu gave was absolutely extraordinary. After the two eyes collided, he felt a sense of tacit understanding.

He never imagined that this mighty day could be so useful that it has been used to firmly convince the mind not to be fooled by foreign objects, so it seems that it can do the opposite and confuse foreign objects.

As soon as the bead fell into his hands, Chu could not help running.