Sun Heng suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Zhang Yan: "Be careful and believe what you said before Hui'an in Dabei Temple."

"He told you that the Northern Wei Kingdom would never be here to die!"

…………

Another hall.

The king Lu Yukun retreated everyone and walked into it.

He glanced at dozens of Buddhist disciples in the venue and asked with a smile: "Masters, why haven't you used vegetarian food? But don't like the banquet arranged by me?"

"Amitabha."

Master Mingtong folded his hands together and said, "Reporting to the king, you will inevitably be lazy when you are full. When we finish reciting scriptures for the king, it will be fine if you eat it."

"The food is not very delicious after the time has passed."

The king shook his head gently: "But since all the masters insist on doing this, I can only thank you here."

Master Mingtong's face remained unchanged, and he reached out to the head of the hall and bowed to the head of the hall: "Since that's the case, please take your seat."

"good!"

The king walked slowly into the venue and sat cross-legged on the cushion.

"I heard that the Heart Sutra of all the masters has the effect of subduing the demons in my heart. I have been having distracting thoughts in my heart over the years. I hope that all the masters can help me to be liberated."

"Amitabha!"

Master Mingtong's eyes drooped slightly and he said in a deep voice: "We should do our best."

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva..."

Beside him, Huien clasped his hands together and began to recite scriptures in his mouth.

The interface of the clear communication is in line with it: "When you practice the deep Prajna Paramita, you will see that the five aggregates are empty and you will overcome all sufferings."

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are the same."

The monks spoke together, and the huge Buddha sounded throughout the audience.

The Buddha's light also emerged, forming a Buddha with a compassionate look on his face, covering the entire hall.

In the Buddha's light, the king looked up at the sky and looked peaceful.

But his eyes were as dark as abyss, and there was even a faint sarcastic look.

…………

In the sky, there are three figures standing still.

When they saw the figure of Buddha rising in the hall below, the three of them looked at the same time.

"They started."

Mo Jianlu looked at his junior brother Zhang Daoran, the sloppy Taoist Li Quanyi, and said, "Let's take action too!"

"Of course!"

Li Quan took a step forward and pointed at his eyebrows.

"Sheng Spirit Talisman, get up!"

"boom……"

Below, the void shook.

Surrounding the palace wall, sixteen huge talismans about ten feet high suddenly appeared from the void.

Above the talisman, there was a flash of spiritual light, and countless textures were intertwined, as if the wonder of heaven and earth was hidden.

The sudden appearance of talismans naturally aroused the alertness of the soldiers guarding the city.

"Look, what is this?"

"Be careful!"

"Start the rocket and smash it!"

“Buzz…”

Before the soldiers on the city wall took action, the talismans were shaken together, turning into colorful halos, wrapping up the entire palace.

"Qianjun Talisman!"

In the sky, Li Quanyi made a gesture and chanted the spell again. A talisman came out of his hand and turned into a phantom of a mountain, landing directly above the palace.

"Dong!"

The dull sound spread throughout the palace.

Everyone in the palace felt that their bodies sank, and they took another step, as if they were carrying a mountain, and they could not move in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Mo Jianlu couldn't help but praise: "Brother Dao's talisman is exquisite, I admire it."

Even if Zhang Daoran is arrogant and never looks down on people outside the Three Dao and Seven Sects, he has to admit that the talisman method of Tianfu Sect still has certain advantages.

In front of the two disciples of the Luofu Immortal Sect, Li Daoquan did not dare to be proud and shook his head and said, "It's just a small path, it's not as good as the Thousand Illusion Demon-Slaying Sword Technique of fellow Taoists."

"Fellow Taoist is too humble!"

Mo Jianlu laughed, stepped forward, and shook the whisk in his hand.

Swish...

As he shook lightly, the red and white whisks broke out of the air and turned into sharp sword shadows, slashing every temple in the imperial city.
Chapter completed!