Chapter 414: The Immortal of the East, the Five Mountains Heavy Sword
Hearing what Lady Green said, everyone in the hall looked at Li Daoxuan with meaningful expressions.
Especially the Tibetan envoys, they found that they seemed to have underestimated Master Li. A maid of the other party could actually shock Master Zhizang to such an extent.
And from what she just said, it seemed that she had personally witnessed the severe drought in Tibet four hundred years ago.
Some people with quick minds have even come up with a story in their minds.
This woman could live for four hundred years. She was most likely a great demon who was then subdued by Master Li and became his maid.
In myths and legends, the maids and boys serving the gods and Buddhas are often great monsters with extraordinary origins, such as Laojun's green ox and Guanyin's boy.
For a moment, Li Daoxuan, who was already very terrifying, became even more unfathomable in their hearts.
Every move and every glance of the other party seemed to carry deep meaning, like a towering mountain or the depth of the ocean, so that they didn't even dare to look up and look directly at him.
"Amitabha!"
Zhizang put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name, saying: "The donor has spared no effort to save the people. I admire you."
After a pause, he stared at the maid in green and asked, "The matter of the Holy Cauldron is a secret of our Tantric Buddhism. I wonder how the donor learned about it?"
There was one question he didn't ask because he thought it was too unbelievable.
According to the records of Tantric Buddhism, the Venerable Lingbei who struck the mountain with the tripod four hundred years ago was not actually a cultivator but a pure monk. He had been following the morning and evening bells and drums, and worshipping the ancient Buddha with green lamps, without a trace of magical powers, but with a heart full of compassion.
When a severe drought occurred, Master Lingbei felt pity for the people. He knelt down every three steps and bowed every five steps. He walked more than 300 miles, and his knees were almost broken, before he finally climbed up the holy mountain.
There, he prayed devoutly, begging the arhats and bodhisattvas in Nalanda Temple to save the people.
Although the seven days and nights had not yet occurred, the response of gods and Buddhas to the human world had become less and less. Even a devout believer like Lingzhi was unable to ask for help from gods and Buddhas.
Zhizang had read that record before. It was said in ancient books that the soul kowtowed in sorrow, but the gods and Buddhas remained silent. However, he met an immortal from the East, who granted him magical powers and saved the people.
The book does not mention who the Immortal from the East is. It only mentions him briefly and writes in a rather obscure way. Perhaps the author really does not know, or perhaps he is unwilling to elaborate.
This period of history was buried in the long river of time and became a secret of Tantric Buddhism. Therefore, people only know about the holy tripod but do not know why it is the holy tripod.
Zhizang guessed at the time that either the sect felt that the matter was not glorious and was unwilling to publicize it, or the matter was false and its authenticity was questionable.
As a disciple of Tantric Buddhism, he once preferred the latter, but now he feels that this might be true, but Tantric Buddhism is very secretive about it and does not want to mention it.
Zhizang looked deeply at the maid in green.
After all, he was a Yangshen cultivator with the ability of clairvoyance. Although he still could not see through the other party's cultivation and realm, he discovered many wonders when he carefully felt it.
For example, although this maid in green has an ordinary appearance, she has a holy temperament that makes people look up to her, like a jade-carved goddess.
For example, she was just standing there quietly, but her aura was faintly integrated with the heaven and earth. Her frowns and glances were all flowing naturally, and there seemed to be a flash of spiritual light between her glances.
As bright as the sun and the moon, as distinct as the movement of stars!
The longer he looked, the more wonders Zhizang saw. In the end, he felt intoxicated, as if he was constantly digging out some incredible treasure.
Mortals cannot look directly at immortals and Buddhas, but for Yangshen cultivators, they can learn a lot from them. Their every move is full of Taoism, like an ancient scripture containing supreme mysteries.
Facing Zhizang's gaze, Lady in Green frowned slightly.
She knew that the other party did not have any sexual intentions, but even so, she still felt a little unhappy.
At this moment, Li Daoxuan stepped forward and stood in front of her, blocking Zhizang's sight.
"Hey, little monk, you are called a master, why are you staring at my maid?"
There was a hint of hostility in Li Daoxuan's eyes.
Zhizang came back to his senses, and a ripple appeared in his heart. He lowered his head, and a trace of shame appeared on his fair face. He hurriedly said: "It is the poor monk Menglang, please don't blame me!"
Li Daoxuan snorted and suddenly said, "Little monk, you asked me to take the tripod to drink, and I have already accepted it. It is rude not to reciprocate. Please take something as well!"
He originally thought that the monk was quite graceful and did not intend to embarrass him anymore. However, when he saw the look in his eyes when he looked at the empress, Li Daoxuan felt unhappy and planned to give him a warning again.
"Little monk, I won't bully you. Just take the dagger I'm using to peel the pear."
After saying that, Li Daoxuan casually threw the Juque sword out. At this moment, the Juque sword was only four inches in size, and looked dark and ordinary, with even a few pieces of pear peel stained on it.
Seeing this scene, everyone found it ridiculous .
The dagger looked ordinary. Li Daoxuan had just used it to peel skin in front of everyone. The process of throwing it was also ordinary. It was completely incomparable to the power when Zhizang threw the bronze tripod.
Zhizang took a deep breath. He did not underestimate Li Daoxuan, but used all his strength to activate the magical power of throwing the elephant. The muscles in his arms were knotted, and his blood was like a furnace. The blue veins under his cassock were like huge dragons.
Under the gaze of everyone, he stretched out his right hand and grasped the dagger.
The arm paused for a moment, and seemed to have successfully grasped it, but the next moment -
collapse!
The muscles in Zhizang's arms tensed up in an instant, making a sound like a hemp rope being straightened, and his face quickly turned red, not because he was shy, but because his blood was boiling and he was holding it back.
Crack!
Cracks spread under Zhizang's body, and the ground in Anren Hall seemed to be cracking.
After a breath, Zhizang's arm trembled in the air, and he finally used his other hand, raising both hands and holding the small dagger at the same time.
Crack!
The cracks on the ground were expanding and spreading like a spider web. The pillars were shaking slightly, and the entire Anren Hall was on the verge of collapsing.
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
Wang Bo stood up to protect Li Shimin, ready to transform into a giant ape at any time to block the palace from collapsing.
Li Shimin appeared calm on the surface, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly .
You can compete if you want, why do you want to destroy my palace?
Do you know how much money it would cost to renovate this palace? He really didn't know the daily necessities of life until he succeeded to the throne. When he succeeded to the throne, the people were in decline and many things needed to be rebuilt. Many places needed money and he could not make ends meet.
Therefore, although he was an emperor, he was very careful with his money and lived frugally. Even so, he often did not have enough money.
These monks really don't feel bad about things that aren't their own...
Fortunately, Li Daoxuan seemed to see through Li Shimin's thoughts. He pointed at the ground and activated the Great Five Elements Escape Technique, closing all the cracks and restoring the crumbling Anren Hall to normal.
At this time, Zhizang finally couldn't hold on any longer. His arms felt sore and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
The Juque Sword was forged by Yun Zhongzi using the essence of the Five Mountains, Tianyi Xuanshui and other rare objects. If it were not for the sword master, holding it would be like lifting the Five Mountains. Even someone with the supernatural power of carrying a mountain might not be able to lift it.
Obviously, although Zhizang's elephant-throwing ability was powerful, he could only hold it up for a few breaths and almost destroyed Anren Hall.
This undoubtedly formed a sharp contrast with Li Daoxuan's calmness when he received the bronze tripod before.
"return."
At Li Daoxuan's command, the Juque Sword immediately sensed the call and flew back to his hand with a whoosh.
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and continued to use the Juque sword to peel the pear in his hand. His movements were light and skillful, and he completed them in one go. He looked very relaxed and grateful.
After peeling all the pear skins, he took a bite and tasted the juice, sweet fragrance and refreshing taste.
"Well, the pears are good. It would be a pity if the master didn't taste them."
