Chapter 434: The Dragon-Slaying Sword Hidden in the Box, Meeting Mara Under the Bodhi Tree
Chang'an, Fengshan Ceremony.
Tens of thousands of people kowtowed and worshiped the statue from afar. Wisps of devout incense and faith gathered and enveloped the statue of the Green-robed Goddess, as if it had covered it with a layer of light gold.
It has to be said that the effect of the Fengshan Ceremony was really good. Before the ceremony was over, the accumulated incense and faith were enough to catch up with the accumulation of hundreds of years of faith in local Mao gods.
This is just the beginning. As time goes by and the Tang Dynasty becomes stronger and stronger and its people grow in number, the belief in the Green-robed Lady will become extremely terrifying.
By then, her strength will be comparable to those powerful gods in ancient times!
There were a few people in the crowd who did not kowtow.
One of them was Xuanzang. He put his palms together and silently recited scriptures and offered blessings, but did not kneel down. After all, he was a Buddhist disciple.
However, he did not notice that the little black dog named Xiaotian in the bamboo basket behind him was staring blankly at the handsome Taoist standing side by side with the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty on the altar.
There was excitement in its dark and bright eyes, and it wanted to shout out, but it didn't know what it thought of and closed its mouth again.
It hung its head and looked a little depressed.
At this moment, a voice sounded, vigorous, crisp and clear, with a hint of heroism.
"Little monk, you have a nice dog. Do you want to sell it?"
Xuanzang turned around and found that the person talking to him was an old man wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat.
The old man had a ruddy complexion and slightly gray temples. The eyes beneath his bamboo hat hid a clear sword light. He looked quite old, but he had a straight back and a heroic demeanor, like a wandering knight.
Next to him followed a handsome young man with sharp His temperament was not feminine at all, but rather exuded an overwhelming masculine aura.
The young man seemed to be a swordsman, carrying a sword case on his back, and staring at the little black dog in Xuanzang's bamboo basket.
"ah!"
Xuanzang uttered a cry of surprise. He was born with sharp eyes and could often see magical things. The moment he saw the sword box, he felt a pain in his eyes, as if he was injured by the sword energy, and tears actually flowed out of his eyes .
The young man sneered, seeming to look down on a man who cried easily.
"Little monk, if you don't want to sell it, then don't sell it. Why are you crying? You are a real man, why are you crying like a woman? Haha, the people I, Yan Chixia, despise the most are people like you."
The young man named Yan Chixia had a sharp tongue and spoke without mercy.
Xuanzang rubbed his red eyes and said, "Wan... Ren, is that sword called Wan Ren? It's really powerful!"
Yan Chixia was shocked. The Wanren Sword was sealed in a sword case by his master in order to prevent the strong sword energy from colliding with innocent people. How did the little monk know about it?
He was about to ask, but the old man waved his hand to stop him.
"Chixia, don't pry into other people's secrets casually."
After saying this, the old man looked at Xuanzang and said with a smile: "Are you willing to sell this dog? And the short sword on your waist, if you are willing to sell it to me, this bead will be given to you."
There was a dazzling gem in his hand. No one knew what kind of rare treasure it was, but it was as big as a child's fist and extremely beautiful.
Seeing that his master actually took out this treasure for exchange, Yan Chixia was shocked. It was obvious that the bead was very precious.
Xuanzang shook his head and said, "My dear old man, Xiaotian was given to me by my master. As for this short sword, it was given to me by a close friend of mine. I would not sell it even if you offered me ten thousand gold coins!"
Yan Chixia muttered: "The little monk is really blind, this is a thousand-year-old clam spirit——"
The old man glared at Yan Chixia and said calmly, "Gifts given by good friends are naturally worth a fortune. You must know that a little bit of friendship is worth more than five mountains. Although this young master is not very old, he has a noble character. How can you criticize him?"
After a pause, he sighed, "It's a pity that such a good seedling has become a monk."
Yan Chixia's heart trembled, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Xuanzang changed, revealing a bit of respect.
When the little black dog heard that someone wanted to buy him, he immediately bared his teeth and growled at the two people.
The old man didn't say anything, just glanced at it quietly.
In an instant, the barking stopped abruptly. The little black dog whimpered and hid in the corner of the bamboo basket, trembling with fear in its pupils, obviously frightened.
Just for a moment, it even suspected that it was dead and its head was cut off by the sword energy.
This old man... is so scary!!!
Xuanzang patted the bamboo basket and comforted the little black dog. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the sound of a sword.
Yan Chixia's expression changed drastically, and even the old man in black looked at him intently.
clang!
The Wanren Divine Sword kept shaking in the sword case behind Yan Chixia, making a sound of metal. Under the terrifying sword energy, the seal on the case was like a flickering candle flame.
Faintly accompanied by the mournful cry of a dragon!
This dragon-slaying magic sword left by Tianshi Xu Xun seemed to have sensed something unusual and was warning its owner.
The old man in black gently stroked the sword case to stop the sword from moving strangely, and then he looked up at the sky.
The sky, which had been sunny, was now covered with dark clouds. There were gusts of black wind howling all around, like the cry of an evil ghost.
"Master, is there an evil spirit causing trouble?"
Yan Chixia's eyes were bright as snow, and he used his magic eyes to look around, but apart from the dog demon behind the little monk, there were no other demons.
"The other party has bad intentions. They must be here for the Fengshan Ceremony. There is such magical power under the feet of the emperor. This demon is not simple."
The old man in black robe said it was not simple, but the sword intent in his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he was eager to try.
"Master, are you ready to take action?"
Yan Chixia asked.
The old man in black robe hesitated for a moment, then put away his sword intent and said with a smile: "Wait a little longer. The boy on the altar is also not simple. I haven't seen him for a long time. It's a good opportunity to see how far he has reached in his cultivation."
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Li Daoxuan frowned slightly, staring at the dark clouds and black wind above his head, and had a bad premonition in his heart.
He could feel that a very powerful force was descending upon Chang'an City, which was very similar to the eye he had encountered when he prayed for rain before.
But what was strange was that this force was not resisted by Chang'an's dragon energy.
The reason why Lady Green can show her divine power in front of people without being attacked by dragon energy is because she practices the right way and is worshipped and canonized by Li Shimin. How can this power that is suspected to be Mara do this?
The dark clouds rolled and finally turned into a huge eye.
At the moment of seeing that eye, the people were in a trance, as if they had seen the real Buddha in a hazy state and ascended to the Western Paradise, and they were filled with infinite admiration.
Li Daoxuan's face changed. Oh no, Moro's power has become stronger again!
The last time he saw these eyes, the other party did not have such power. Now when they meet again, the aura has become even more powerful and terrifying, and there is an additional kind of spiritual pollution on people.
It seems that if you see that eye, you will become the other person's believer.
As their eyes met, a wisp of ancient consciousness invaded Li Daoxuan's sea of consciousness. As if afraid that he would not dare to accept it, the other party deliberately separated only a trace of it so that Li Daoxuan could destroy it at any time.
Li Daoxuan's heart moved. It seemed that the other party wanted to communicate with him in his sea of consciousness.
He sneered, accepted that wisp of consciousness, and sank his mind into his spiritual realm.
If it were someone else, they would definitely not dare to do this easily, but Li Daoxuan possessed Lu Dongbin's Tiandun sword power, and he was skilled and courageous, so naturally he wanted to meet this mysterious Mara .
All along, the other party has been hiding behind the scenes, stirring up troubles in the world. For the former Li Daoxuan, Moro was a terrible enemy that was difficult to defeat.
But now Li Daoxuan is qualified to stand in front of the other party and wrestle with him openly.
Three-inch spiritual platform.
Li Daoxuan saw an ancient Bodhi tree. Under the tree was an evil man in black clothes and black hair sitting on a lotus platform. He had handsome features and a feminine and domineering aura, and an evil charm emanated from his whole body.
"Neither a god nor an immortal nor a demon, the Buddha fell under the Bodhi tree.
I used to be a guest in the sky, but now I wake up from my dream and call myself Mara. "
Moro slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was like the vast starry sky and the boundless ocean, seeming to sparkle with infinite wisdom.
"Li Daoxuan, we finally meet."
