The night in Tubo came later than that in the Tang Dynasty.

But night has indeed come.

In Xiaozhao Temple, Princess Wen came as usual.

She looked at several Buddha statues in Xiaozhao Temple and looked a little lonely.

There is no family happiness, no couples will return home.

In Tubo, these Buddha statues were only accompanying her.

In the past, King Songzan took them to give charity everywhere, but now he has become her alone.

Even without the lack of Songzan King, she has already had difficulties in doing things, and there are many people who are blatantly threatening them.

"It's good to die!"

Princess Wen calmed down when she thought of the defeated and killed by the deputy prime minister Dayanmang Buzhi in the battle against Tuhun Kingdom.

The balance between the sect and the royal court is extremely important.

But in the Tubo Kingdom, with the passing of King Songzan, the sect was obviously constantly improving and almost out of control.

But the Battle of Wuhai smoothed everything out. Dayan Mangbuzhi led many Bon Lamas to attack Tuhun Kingdom, and almost destroyed the Bon Cult to a very low level.

This is a good thing, but not a completely good thing.

"Mang Song Mangzan does not have your talents, so power will inevitably tend to be more powerful than powerful officials, and it will be difficult to balance it in the future!"

Princess Wen talked about the relevant story as usual.

On the Buddhist altar, the statue of King Songzan was motionless.

But the sculpture's eyes dripped around.

Sculptures are not physical bodies, only when the mood is worse, King Songzan is so blinking his eyes.

At the moment, Songzan King is obviously in a bad mood.

He was imprisoned in clay sculptures for ten years. No matter whether the news is a little bit bad, relatively bad, or particularly bad, things that are not satisfactory can easily make him lose control.

There was also the sculpture of Princess Vijoti, who blinked slightly, indicating that he would comfort King Songzan.

Princess Vikoti and Princess Wen still had some comparisons in the past, or were jealous.

But after ten years of hardship, the three of them are interdependent and there is no gap.

Except for the boring and hard life, nothing is fine.

Her eyes turned, which made Princess Wen turn to another topic.

"At normal speed, Wang Xuance should have received our secret letter, but it is difficult to deliver the letter in a war between Tubo and Tuhun Kingdoms. Perhaps he has not received the secret letter yet!"

"You guys are patient and wait, this letter is sent for at least half a year."

"He wants to cultivate the magic that allows you to move freely, and that will take time!"

"I've been through ten years, so it's okay for us to survive for another ten years!"

"When we can make it through, we will go to the Buddha realm together to be free and easy. I heard that the heaven is fine!"

...

Princess Wen spoke softly and said the beauty, comforting King Songzan and Princess Vijoti.

The three of them finally felt calm and began to chant Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

In a vague sense that Princess Wen felt that today's practice was particularly relaxed, and a sense of enlightenment surged into her mind, which surprised her slightly, and then took out a red pill from the secret box.

As the pill was just in its inception, Princess Wen felt that the fifth grade of the soul that had repeatedly impacted before had passed by.

No stimulation, no pain, no special feeling.

It was like a huge wave surging through a small slope.

If you insist on finding the description, Princess Wen thinks that is the only way.

With this huge wave, she could even see another small slope that was a little higher.

That is the sixth grade of the soul.

"How is that possible?"

Princess Wen was shocked.

Among the two sculptures at this time, there is no difference between King Songzan and Princess Vijoti.

Princess Wen can still practice with her body, but she depends on the sculpture, so the two of them just survived.

Only when the special feeling of chanting the scriptures over the soul and the exhausted soul cultivation is constantly replenishing and improving, the two of them will realize it later.

"It's that Buddha statue!"

"The Dharma body of Buddha Tathagata has appeared!"

"He is instilling our cultivation!"

"We are saved!"

King Songzan and Princess Vijoti made a burst of joyful and enthusiastic voices, and Princess Wen silently endured the continuous improvement.

She suddenly remembered that when Li Chunfeng and Li Hongru talked in Xiaozhao Temple in the past, the "Great Sun Tathagata Sutra" had already been activated.

The literary spirit began to slowly wrap around and tighten, and continued to turn from the human form to the roundness.

At the same time, a more transparent and keen sense came from her mind, and countless insights of practicing Buddhism surged into her heart.

After hearing the Tao for a short time, Princess Wen felt that she had the feeling of practicing Buddhism for a hundred years.

"So this is the Buddha, this is the direction of my practice!"

Princess Wen recited in a low voice.

She looked at the soul that was quickly transformed into a relics in her body, and saw that the soul turned into an egg yolk, and then went from white to blue, and finally turned into gold.

This speed of practice breaks Princess Wen’s understanding of practice.

The sixth grade of relics arrives in just a few seconds.

This speed of push did not stop.

After the sixth grade, there are seventh grade.

Her body emitted golden Buddha light, and green lotus pods were generated around her.

The fragrance of the little Zhao Temple was already filled with lotus flowers.

"My hands and feet seem to be able to move a little!"

"This clay Buddha seems to have become our body!"

"Cultivate Buddha, hurry up, practice Buddha, and convert your cultivation into relics!"

Just when he sensed Princess Wen's abnormality, King Songzan urged him.

He didn't care about sculpting his body and his sixteen paths of cultivation. Seeing the strange scenes behind Princess Wen, King Songzan also activated his cultivation, and his cultivation was quickly transformed into a relics.

The exhaustion of cultivation was quickly filled with the feeling of upwardness and rising, and King Songzan felt his eyes climbing up to his feet.

He could see the huge territory of the Tubo Kingdom, and even the adjacent territory of the Tang Dynasty.

Apart from thousands of mountains and rivers, Songzan King somehow saw Chang'an City.

It was a city he had never been to, but it appeared before him again.

Even when he saw the imperial palace in Chang'an City, there were many strange people.

"Li Chunfeng!"

In a ruin, a monk with extremely strong body emitted golden light, just like walking in the mud, constantly struggling forward with difficulty.

Another broken sword was constantly waving, causing countless sword energy to rush, cutting off layers of golden light from the monk's body.

A monk with four faces chanted a mantra.

A four-armed monk grabbed various bluestones and beams and smashed them hard.

The monk with a wicked smile took his claws and used the chains to continuously stretch and strike.

A big monster fell from the sky, and the huge iron rod fell heavily.

There is a long sword turning into a dragon to strike.

There are also people who are good at archery shooting from a distance.

...

On the way the monks are moving forward, everything is full of thorns and difficulties.

King Songzan couldn't help but feel pity for him, and he felt that compared to the other party, his current suffering was nothing.

"Cultivate quickly, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and pull him away, and remove all his cultivation!"

His thoughts flew too far away. Only when Li Chunfeng's voice sounded in his divine thoughts did he feel shocked and realized that everything was true.

At the same time, he also saw the monk staring at him.

"So it's you who are making trouble behind the scenes. I know where you are hiding!"

The noticed strange feeling came, and King Songzan felt the relics tremble.

He thought about Li Chunfeng's words, and a newly condensed relic quickly rolled and rose.

That is a realm that the great practitioners of Tubo Kingdom have never entered.

Eighteen ways.

The ninth grade of relics.
Chapter completed!