Lin Lingsu smiled and said, "As long as you can break my spell, why not give me this head to you?"

While speaking, Daoming began to recite the great mantra. Wen Fei took dozens of steps, but the wine in the glass in front of him began to tremble slightly, creating ripples. This surprised Wen Fei and he put away his heart to underestimate the monk Daoming. He didn't expect that this thief was really capable. He couldn't help but worry.

This thief bald mantra can even interfere with the air, which means that this thief bald mantra is really good. I don’t know what kind of mantra this great mantra is?

As Daoming chanted the mantra, the sound became louder and louder, and every word was like the sound of thunder, which shocked the entire hall. The cups and plates in front of everyone were beating slightly, making everyone who carefully discovered this change their color.

However, Lin Lingsu just laughed. The more the monk thought about it, the more colorful butterflies were flying in the sky, gradually turning into hundreds, flying around the entire hall. One even flew to Zhao Ji and danced gracefully.

Zhao Ji reached out to catch the colorful butterfly in his hand, but he really caught it. He put it in front of him and saw that the colorful butterfly was vivid, but he really transformed from the talisman paper. He smiled slightly and knew that this was really an illusion. Now it was the middle of winter, so where could there be a real butterfly? After relaxing his hand, the colorful butterfly danced again.

Daoming also discovered this scene, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept flowing down. He even had to chant the spell again. However, Zhao Ji shouted coldly: "Enough, wait until you chant again. This Daqing Palace will become a garden!"

As soon as these words were said, Doming's face suddenly felt as if dead, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. He fell backwards.

Zhao Ji glanced at the blood stain in disgust. He was the emperor, and he was so elegant and clean. He could not see the blood stain. He waved his sleeves and said, "I don't have to compare it anymore. Take all these monks down."

Zhao Heng hurriedly stood up. Although he retreated just now and pushed Zhang Shangying in front of him alone, he also knew that if he lost this battle, his reputation would be severely hit. Especially the retreat at the moment, it would make the ministers who intend to surrender to him feel cold. His position as the prince would probably be shaky.

Even if Zhao Heng sells Zhang Shangying today, if something happens tomorrow, will he push himself out as a scapegoat? Everyone will think so. So only by winning over Wen Fei and making a big boost can these thoughts be suppressed. After all, these courtiers are still fences. There are many people who change their minds!

"Father, since I have talked about the competition, I can only tell you how to win or lose. Daoming is Daojian and his senior brother, so it is not a good person. But the other monks are different!"

Wen Fei smiled and said, "Since the battle is over, let them convince themselves. So many thieves will not come to cause trouble for me every day. If there are a few more thieves and assassins, although they are not afraid, they will be very troublesome!"

Wen Fei was so mean, and he swept the monks into the terrorists' piles. When Zhao Ji heard this, he said in a sequel: "They dare, if any monk dares to assassinate Shangfu, the formation will destroy the temples in the world!"

After hearing this, several monks all bowed their heads and chanted the scriptures, not daring to look up. After a while, the Hu monk stood up and said in a strange Chinese dialect: "I am a monk who is from overseas!"

"I finally didn't come from India!" Wen Fei laughed.

Na Lizang smiled and said, "No, I have been to Tianzhu, but there is no Buddhist temple in that Tianzhu now. Moreover, Tianzhu is not as powerful and wealthy as China, and our small overseas country is far inferior to ours. I voluntarily die in China and will be born to Mount Wutai after reincarnation!"

This made Zhao Ji feel comfortable. He smiled and said, "It's not easy for you to come from afar. Let's stay in my Song Dynasty to practice in the future, but don't be instigated by bad people!"

Na Lizang knew that Zhao Ji was the emperor of China, and immediately prostrated himself humbly and said, "The Lord is the Dharma King, thank you Your Majesty!"

Zhao Ji laughed loudly when he heard this, and he was much more pleasing to the monk. This monk was thin and short. From Wen Fei's perspective, he should be a monk from somewhere in Southeast Asia. Unexpectedly, he was very good at flattering.

"Wu Na Hu Monk, what are your abilities?" Lin Lingsu smiled and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

The Hu monk said, "I have no other ability," and said, taking out a bowl from his arms. This is the one that monks must bring when they go out. He said, "I beg your Majesty to give you some clear water!"

Zhao Ji waved his hand, and the eunuch took a pot of clear water and poured it into the bowl. Everyone looked at it to see what tricks the monk could do. The monk's face suddenly turned red, as if he was drunk, and even his dark skin could not be concealed. Lin Lingsu stood close and even felt a burning wave of air coming towards him. He was a little surprised. He was also a knowledgeable person and couldn't help but smile and said, "What a great yoga kundalini, you monk, have some skills!"

As the words were heard, the bronze bowl held by the monk actually showed a roll of white smoke, and the clear water inside was boiled, boiling. This time, the expert looked at the tricks and the layman watched the fun. Ordinary people just thought that it was just boiling the water, not to the weak butterfly crane that Lin Lingsu made just now, but it was not.

Like Wen Fei, those who have heard of Tantric Kundalini Dings know that this is actually quite similar to the Taoist golden elixir, the means of refining essence into qi. It also burns the essence of life in the lower part and turns it into true qi magic power. And this monk can actually boil the ignited kundalini and boil the water in the entire bowl, which is actually equivalent to the three true fire of Taoist sect. It is a very amazing method and a real merit!

Lizang smiled and handed the bowl to Lin Lingsu to see. Lin Lingsu smiled and said, "Hey, why did your water get cold?" He said, and blew a breath into the bowl.

Suddenly, the steaming hot air in the bowl was blown away. The clear water in the bowl actually formed ice cubes.

Not to mention others, even the face of Li Zangdu became extremely wonderful and looked very shocked. This is also a real skill, without any tricks, just like Li Zang's skill of using Kundalini to emit the Kundalini to heat the clear water in the bowl. Lin Lingsu is also the same, but he transforms the yin and yang energy in his body and sprays out extremely cold energy in one breath. This is how it works!

Is this much more difficult than burning clean water with Kundao? (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!