Chapter 505: Meet the National Master, Meet the Princess!
"It's moving! The Imperial Master is moving!"
Xiaotang let out a cry of surprise.
Li Daoxuan, who had not moved for two days and two nights, began to tremble with his fingers, and his eyes gradually revealed a hint of spirit.
At the same time, the old beggar's soul also returned to his original position, but he did not say anything else. He simply turned into a golden light and disappeared quickly.
"Brother, did that senior tell you everything?"
Although he was a little exhausted after guarding for two days and two nights, since it concerned his master, Xuanzang asked immediately.
Li Daoxuan stretched lazily, and his muscles and bones made crackling sounds, just like frying beans. This was because his yang soul had been away from his body for too long, and his body was a little stiff.
The Yangshen fought, and although both of them only fought to a certain extent, they still fought for two full days and two nights before they were satisfied.
"I've said it all."
"Then why did my master become a demon fetus? Is there any way to help him?"
Li Daoxuan opened his mouth but didn't say a word in the end. He didn't know how to tell Xuanzang, because Master Sanle was determined to sacrifice himself and perish together with Mara.
Seeing that his elder brother remained silent, Xuanzang seemed to understand something vaguely. He swayed and had not slept for two days and two nights. In addition, he was injured by the demon fetus before, and he couldn't catch his breath and fainted.
"Xuanzang!"
Xiaotang hugged him and supported his body.
Li Daoxuan sighed and said, "Xiaotang, take him back to the inn to rest first. I will do my best to handle Master Sanle's matter."
Xiaotang nodded vigorously, then left with Xuanzang.
Although she is a ghost, she had been instructed by Li Daoxuan in Chang'an and still has some magical powers, probably equivalent to that of a cultivator in the late stage of Bigu. Naturally, she is more than capable of accompanying Xuanzang.
Moreover, she had Li Daoxuan's talisman on her, so even if the bad guys from Luoyang found her through the Zhoutian Xingdou Array, there would be no conflict.
After the two left, Li Daoxuan thought for a moment, wondering if there was any way to have the best of both worlds, to destroy Moro and save Master Sanle, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
Maybe my knowledge is limited, so I might as well write a letter and ask the old man and the queen.
Besides, I seem to have forgotten something, and I always feel like something is missing...
"National Master! Immortal!"
"Sir, please stay!"
An old voice sounded, and then a small bump appeared on the ground. It quickly ran towards Li Daoxuan and stopped three feet in front of him.
A short old man with a white beard jumped out from the ground and bowed to Li Daoxuan.
"Master, I finally found you!"
When Li Daoxuan saw the Earth God of Shangyang City, his heart moved. He finally realized what he had forgotten.
I actually forgot about Changle!
That disciple who chattered like a lark spent a fortune to lure out Huitong, and no one knows whether he has returned from the White Horse Temple.
"Didn't I tell you to secretly protect Changle? Why did you come to me?"
Li Daoxuan narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Could it be that Changle is in danger?"
Logically speaking, Luoyang is currently relatively calm, there are no monsters or ghosts, and the people are living and working in peace and contentment, so Changle should not be in any danger.
The God of Land panted and said, "Reporting to the Imperial Master, Princess Changle...she has been placed under house arrest by the monks of the White Horse Temple!"
Li Daoxuan did not say anything, but the wind around him suddenly stopped, and the noisy cicadas disappeared in an instant, and the world fell into deathly silence.
The God of Land felt a chill in his heart, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, making it hard for him to breathe .
"Speak clearly."
Li Daoxuan's voice was still calm, but it was like a deep pool with surging undercurrents, causing the Earth God to tremble.
"Yes, Master, you asked me to secretly protect Princess Changle. Later, at the White Horse Temple, after you and Xuanzang left..."
Although the God of Land had long been dissatisfied with the overbearing behavior of the White Horse Temple, he did not dare to exaggerate anything and just told Li Daoxuan everything he had seen.
"When I saw the princess trapped, I was extremely worried, but I couldn't rescue her, so I had to look for you everywhere. Fortunately, God helped me to find you after two days and two nights of searching!"
After saying this, he looked up at Li Daoxuan.
My eyes suddenly went blind, as if flashed by a strong light, and there was a burning pain, as if I was looking at the scorching sun.
The God of Land knew very well that the Imperial Master had become furious, which was why he failed to control his own pure Yang Qi, bringing disaster upon himself.
“You did a great job.”
Li Daoxuan nodded at him, then looked towards the direction of the White Horse Temple, sighed softly, and said, "Imprisoning the eldest princess and forcibly snatching my disciples from Mount Longhu, this White Horse Temple is so powerful."
A strand of hair fell and turned into the appearance of Li Daoxuan.
"Go ahead."
The clone bowed and then flew away on a cloud, and no one knew where he went.
Li Daoxuan walked towards the White Horse Temple with his hands behind his back and his long hair fluttering.
"Land God, let's go, follow me... to pay respect to the mountain."
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White Horse Temple, Main Hall.
The huge Buddha statue was broken into pieces during the fight between Li Daoxuan and Huichan, and has now been replaced by a new one.
The Luoyang government allocated funds, and the wealthy in the city donated money to buy an even more magnificent Buddha statue. The gold foil covering the entire body alone weighed twenty kilograms!
Therefore, the popularity of the White Horse Temple did not decrease, and many people came to worship this new Buddha.
But today, outsiders are not allowed to enter the Main Hall. Only many monks from the White Horse Temple are inside, including quite a few eminent monks of the Hui generation.
Changle knelt at the feet of the Buddha, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and a crystal teardrop slid down from the corner of his eye.
She was frozen in place, unable to move.
"Amitabha, my dear donor, I had planned to wait for more than 20 days before you could enter Buddhism again. However, last night I heard the Buddha in my dream, ordering me to shave your head and become a monk today, and take you to meet the Buddha."
Hui Tong held the razor in his hand and said to Chang Le with emotion, "What a great opportunity! You have just entered the Buddhist sect and have been summoned by the Buddha. You will have a bright future!"
The Buddha that Huitong mentioned was naturally the one in his meditation room.
Changle opened her eyes, looked at him angrily, and scolded: "How dare you! If you dare to touch a hair of mine, my master and father will not let you go!"
"Even the White Horse Temple will suffer!"
At this critical moment, she no longer cared about hiding her identity.
Hui Tong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "It seems that I have been preaching the Buddhist scriptures for nothing these days. Little donor, why are you still being stubborn and talking nonsense?"
"No one in this world can do anything to my White Horse Temple. When I have gotten rid of these three thousand worries for you, you will find that I am doing this for your own good."
"When you see the Buddha, you will know how great your fortune is."
As he spoke, Hui Tong put the razor on Changle's head, cut off a strand of black and smooth hair, and a kind smile appeared on his face.
However, at this moment, a black object came flying, as fast as lightning and with a force as powerful as thunder. It knocked away several monks on duty and then pierced deeply into the heart of the golden Buddha.
clang!!!
Cracks began to appear on this expensive Buddha statue, spreading outward from the heart.
Everyone looked carefully and were shocked.
The black thing turned out to be a plaque with three large gold-plated characters engraved on it - White Horse Temple!
"Who? How dare you tear down the plaque of my White Horse Temple!"
Hui Tong was furious, and the monks in the hall also looked angry. The removal of the plaque was like being slapped in the face, which had a great impact on the reputation of the White Horse Temple.
Two figures slowly approached, one tall and one short. The tall one was wearing a green Taoist robe, with a gourd hanging from his waist, his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, he had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and he looked clear-headed and handsome, with outstanding demeanor.
The shorter one was leaning on a cane, had white hair and beard, was only half the height of an ordinary person, had kind eyes and brows, and had a divine aura.
"Shangyang Land, how dare you be so presumptuous!"
Hui Tong immediately recognized the God of Land and thought that he was the one who had removed the plaque, and subconsciously ignored the young and handsome Taoist priest.
The truth is that Li Daoxuan looks too young and does not have the aura of a cultivator. Although he is very handsome and charming, he will ultimately make people feel that he is all show and no substance.
It's just an embroidered pillow.
On the path of cultivation, there is no limit to the higher you go. Unless one is born with divine eyes, it is basically impossible for a cultivator in the Yin Shen realm to see through the powerful beings in the Yang Shen realm.
Watertight and back to basics.
“Master!!!”
Changle shouted with great excitement, and his eyes lit up in an instant.
Hui Tong's mind raced as fast as lightning and he immediately understood that the Earth God of Shangyang City was his master.
"Hmph, Shangyang Land God, this boy has a predestined relationship with my Buddhist sect. It is also his blessing that he has switched to my White Horse Temple. But you tore down my plaque and beat my disciples. Today, I can't just apologize and let it go!"
The God of Land laughed and said, "Master Huitong, you are joking. How can I be so capable and courageous as to tear down the plaque of your White Horse Temple? Besides, how can I be qualified to be her master?"
After saying this, the God of Land took a step back, very humble.
Huitong looked at Li Daoxuan, frowned slightly, and looked him up and down.
Li Daoxuan ignored everyone's gazes. He looked straight at Changle, smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, Master is here, everything will be fine."
Changle's eyes showed deep grievance, and she cried, "I thought... Master had forgotten me."
"Haha, how could that be?"
Li Daoxuan said with a little guilt.
Then he saw the razor in Huitong's hand and the strand of hair that fell on the ground, and his eyes became even colder.
"Young man, who are you? How dare you come to my White Horse Temple to cause trouble?"
"That's right, go and ask your elders to come over!"
"Haha, I wonder where this wild Taoist priest came from. How dare he come to the White Horse Temple and act so arrogantly? He is really courting death!"
The monks were talking about it, all filled with indignation.
There have always been considerable conflicts between Buddhism and Taoism. Now that their own plaques have been arbitrarily removed and a Buddha statue has been destroyed, they are naturally angry and have completely forgotten the precepts against hatred.
Facing thousands of criticisms, Li Daoxuan stood with his hands behind his back and said only one sentence calmly.
"Tai Chong, the ninth generation disciple of Mount Longhu, also known as Li Daoxuan, has come to pay respect to the mountain."
Boom!
Just like a loud thunderclap, all the noise in the venue disappeared in an instant. The words ' common name is Li Daoxuan', although not loud, had an inexplicable magical power that made the surroundings fall into silence.
Seeing that no one spoke, Hui Tong sneered and said, "How dare you pretend to be the Tang Dynasty's Imperial Master. Everyone in the world knows that Imperial Master Li is in Chang'an, in charge of the Four Saints Formation. He will never leave easily. How could he appear in Luoyang?"
"Yes, if Li Daoxuan came to Luoyang, I'm afraid the news would have spread all over the world!"
"Besides, I heard that Li Daoxuan's disciple is the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty. How could His Majesty allow the eldest princess to leave the capital?"
Everyone looked at Li Daoxuan with suspicion.
He remained calm and said calmly, "Master Huitong, was it you who cut off my disciple's hair just now?"
"So what?"
"You also said... No one in this world can do anything to the White Horse Temple. Is that true or not?"
Hui Tong sneered, "Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, Emperor Ming had a dream that a six-zhang-tall golden man came from the west. He sent people to the Western Regions to seek Buddhist scriptures. The two eminent monks, Shemoteng and Zhu Falan, brought the scriptures back on white horses. That’s how we established the White Horse Temple. Even though dynasties have changed and the landscape has changed, our White Horse Temple has always stood firm."
After a pause, he sneered, "You are just a little Taoist priest in a green robe. Don't say you are just pretending to be Li Daoxuan. Even if you are the real Li Daoxuan, what can you do to my White Horse Temple?"
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, nodded, and said: "Very good, remember what you say now."
After saying that, he took a step and walked towards Changle.
How could you bear to let your own disciple kneel all the time?
"Hmph, little Taoist priest, who let you into the temple? Get out!"
The head of the Demon Subduing Institute was boiling with rage. He had a bad temper to begin with, and when he saw the Taoist people stepping into the main hall, his rage exploded. He made the Tiger Subduing Seal with his hands and threw away his cassock.
roar!
The tiger roars and shocks the mountains!
The cassock actually turned into a white-haired tiger more than two meters long. It was majestic and aggressive, and pounced towards Li Daoxuan like a tiger descending from the mountain.
Li Daoxuan did not take action, but just glanced at it lightly.
In an instant, the ferocious white tiger whimpered. The beast's instinct made it sense an extreme danger. Its hair stood on end and it hesitated to move forward. No matter how the head of the Demon Subduing Institute urged it, it remained unmoved.
Li Daoxuan continued to move forward.
"waste!"
The head of the Demon Subduing Institute shouted angrily. He really couldn't understand why the White Tiger, who was always brave and fearless, was so cowardly today?
This fierce tiger was originally a mountain monster that had been practicing in the Funiu Mountains for more than two hundred years. Countless people had died in its mouth, and the Demon Subduing Institute sacrificed many disciples before it killed it. Later, he injected the soul of the tiger monster into his own cassock, and used the Subduing Tiger Seal to refine this mountain monster robe.
This top-grade magic weapon is extremely powerful in battle. It can catch ghosts and monsters when it encounters one, and it has never been afraid of a fight. I don’t know what happened today?
“Stop it!”
A ruthless look flashed in the eyes of the head of the Demon Subduing Institute. He waved his sleeves and threw out eighteen golden little men. They swelled up in the wind and turned into eighteen golden arhats, some subduing dragons, some subduing tigers, some holding up bowls, some sitting quietly, and some meditating. They stood in front of Li Daoxuan in various postures.
The Earth God's eyes trembled, and he shouted hurriedly: "Be careful, Immortal, this is the treasure of the Demon Subduing Institute, the Vajra Arhat Demon Subduing Formation. It is said that even if facing a cultivator in the Yang God Realm, it can resist for a while-"
Boom!
Li Daoxuan turned into a dazzling ray of lightning and passed through the Eighteen Arhats. The powerful thunder sound made the bricks and tiles of the hall rustle.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang…
Eighteen golden arhats flew out like cannonballs in an instant, smashing pillars, Bodhisattva statues, doors and windows, merit boxes, walls...
The main hall was in a mess with flying wood everywhere, which was a terrifying sight.
There is a deep dent on the body of each of the indestructible Arhats, as if it was knocked out by someone's fingers.
The head of the Demon Subduing Institute had a flushed face and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His breath became weak.
His life magic weapon was damaged and he was seriously injured as well.
"You...are you really Li Daoxuan?"
Hui Tong's palms trembled slightly, his pupils widened, and he pointed at Li Daoxuan and asked.
At this moment, the sound of orderly and heavy footsteps was heard, and teams of soldiers came in one after another, wearing heavy armor, holding Mo Dao, advancing like a wall, full of murderous intent!
The Tang Dynasty's Modao Army!
Buzz!
The bowstring is half drawn.
Many soldiers wearing light armor and holding longbows appeared on the wall. Their eyes were as sharp as eagles. The demon-subduing arrows specially made by the Imperial Observatory were already strung and aimed at the monks in the White Horse Temple.
The Tang Dynasty Demon-Slaying Guards are a subordinate organization of the Bad People, and every member of the Guards is a sharpshooter who can hit the target accurately from a hundred paces away.
Tap tap tap!
The sound of iron hooves and the neighing of war horses!
The most legendary Black Armor Army of the Tang Dynasty was also dispatched. The heavily armored cavalry directly crushed the mountain gate, like an indestructible spear, piercing straight into the heart!
The last to come in were the bad guys who were in charge of guarding Luoyang. They were wearing official robes, holding magical weapons, and had excitement in their eyes that was difficult to conceal.
Wow!
When they reached the front of the hall, the seven bad guys suddenly knelt down, followed by the Modao Army, the Demon-Slaying Guards, and the Black Armor Army who all knelt down in salute.
"Meet the Imperial Master!"
"Meet the Princess!"
