Chapter 342 Zen Kong
“Hey…”
“Well…”
“It really doesn’t matter…”
“It doesn’t matter, I didn’t listen. Did the Holy One just send a message..."
"Tsk, but this...we are the Yulin Guards, are we just going to watch?"
"The Holy Father has spoken, just watch...Besides, sister, you are new here, right?"
“Yeah, I just came in last month.”
“That’s it, this happens a few times a year, just get used to it.”
“ That’s it…”
Outside the red wall of Taihua Hall, a newcomer, Yulin Wei, looked thoughtfully at the sky above Taihua Hall, where streaks of red and cyan brilliance were bursting out.
It turns out that fights between the emperor and the regent are common...
...
In the Taihua Palace.
Pop!
Boom boom!
Two beautiful women, one red and one white, came and went, their palms constantly bursting with green and red brilliance as their inner strength was released, but even so, it could be seen that they were very restrained, especially Bai Qingqing, no matter how fiercely she attacked Su Yupan, she always avoided the objects in the palace.
After many years of fighting, this has become an unwritten rule. After all, Bai Qingqing is just a regent, and he does not dare to destroy it at will.
"Xiaopan, if you don't hand over my husband, forget it. At least tell me if Qin Lang is safe now and where he is?"
"Husband, how big are you!"
Su Yupan suspected that this guy was just here to make her angry. He made a hand seal with his hands and turned into a dozen crimson palm shadows to attack Bai Qingqing. Bai Qingqing's pupils shrank and turned pale in shock. Unexpectedly, the empress moved with this blow. Genuine.
The key is that she can be real, but Bai Qingqing can't.
The gap in strength between Bai Qingqing and the Empress was huge, so she couldn't block it this time. Her feet scraped against the ground, drawing a line of gravel, and finally her whole body collided hard. On the door panel.
"..."
After the blow was delivered, Su Yupan's eyes changed with shock, but before he could react, Bai Qingqing had already straightened out her bulging chest and wiped it. Wiping the blood on the corners of her lips, she raised her head like a proud little hen:
"You are indeed powerful, Xiaopan, but just wait, I will catch up with you sooner or later."
"..."
Su Yupan looked at Bai Qingqing, and for some reason he felt inexplicable in his heart. Rou, her red lips parted lightly:
"You..."
"And Qin Lang, I will marry him sooner or later."
"..."
Some words were choked in her throat. The empress's face darkened. She swept Bai Qingqing out of the door with a flick of her sleeves and gave her a sentence:
"Qin Ai Fei is safe now. I'm taking good care of her. Outsiders don't need to worry about her."
Hearing this, Bai Qingqing pursed her lips for a long time, and finally left with a cold snort.
The empress also continued to meditate and adjust her breath, but not long after she had just adjusted her breath, there was a noise outside again.
"This master, the Holy One is really resting and cannot see people."
"Yes, if the master insists on something important, please go to the Yangxin Hall and wait, otherwise..."
" Otherwise, please go back, Master. Forgive me for being rude.”
A group of Yulin guards outside were stopping an old monk at this time.
This old monk wears a simple gray cassock and chants Buddha's name. Ordinary people may look kind-hearted, but in fact, if you are an expert, you can feel his internal power surging, as if he is ready to deal with it at any time. Conflict, or... active conflict.
However, while he kept saying "Amitabha", his half-open eyes were constantly looking at the Taihua Palace, and their eyes were full of subtle care and caution.
"Amitabha, please don't misunderstand me, donors. The poor monk is here just to see the emperor. He has something important to discuss with her. It is related to the Mid-Autumn Festival Northern Hunting. Please let the donors go." "This master. , I have already said, Your Majesty, she will not see anyone, please go to the Yangxin Hall and wait."
"Amitabha, that poor monk should wait outside, just because of practical matters. It’s not important.”
The old monk said and actually sat up on the spot to meditate.
"What a bald donkey who doesn't listen to others!"
The Yulin guards couldn't stand it anymore, and with a muffled grunt, the four falling pear knives came out of their sheaths at the same time, stabbing towards the monk like four lines of lightning.
"Amitabha..."
However, when the monk called the Buddha's name, he didn't even move. The four falling pear knives seemed to be embedded in the air and stopped around him. .
The Habayashi Guards were shocked, and they all reached out to take out their knives. However, the four falling pear knives were shot backwards at the same time. The handle of the knife directly pushed the four Habayashi Guards away from each other with great force. Come on, everyone covers their hearts in discomfort, and blood bleeds from the corners of their lips.
"Ami... Tuofu..."
Although the monk's face was expressionless, one could still feel his disdain and arrogance when facing Habayashi Wei.
This disdain is limited to the strength gap between the two sides.
In the face of the issue of identity, even though this monk could destroy dozens of Yulin guards with just a raise of his hand, he still did not dare to overstep. This was something he still did not dare to disdain.
However, it seemed that he was too presumptuous and forgot about the things he was afraid of and cautious from the beginning.
"Monk Zenkong, you are so brave!"
"?!"
A cold cry resounded in the sky, and Monk Zenkong opened his eyes suddenly, but for a moment he couldn't tell the difference. Where did this voice come from? I just felt that my brain was hurting from all directions like a demonic sound piercing my ears. I immediately clasped my hands and recited a Buddhist scripture silently in my mouth. Only then did my face improve. I immediately stood up and took a deep breath towards Taihua Hall. Worship:
"Amitabha, long live our emperor, long live..."
"Old bald donkey, you are here unexpectedly, I am afraid you are not here to enjoy the mountains and rivers in the palace."< br>
"Your Majesty, this poor monk's trip is just to remind your Majesty again that Ten Thousand Souls Forest is extremely dangerous this year. Please be careful, Your Majesty."
"Oh? Then pull out the Eighteen Arhats from your Zenzhen Temple and escort me. . ”
“Amitabha, our temple does not care about the affairs of the mortal world, Your Majesty, please don’t...”
“Stop your bullshit!”
“…”
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The empress yelled violently, and Chankong stopped talking.
The empress sneered:
"Besides that, you should have other things to do, right?"
"Your Majesty."
Speaking of this, Chankong's eyes suddenly became solemn, he looked into the air and said:
"Last night the sun and the moon shone together. The eminent monk in Zenzhen Temple made some calculations and feared that a more serious celestial disaster would come again. So he burned incense and asked the Buddha all night. He felt that the source of this vision was in the direction of the palace, so he came here to consult the Holy Spirit. , Is there anything unusual in the palace recently?"
"No, there are strange people."
"Oh?"
Monk Zenkong has an eye. Liang:
"Your Majesty, please speak."
"You bald donkey, you are the most out of place thing in the palace."
Monk Chankong's expression froze, and although his face turned dark, he could not say anything. At this moment, the empress suddenly discovered What, it turned into a red light and appeared directly, hanging in the sky. The overwhelming and powerful aura directly forced Monk Zenkong to stop breathing. Then he felt his body lighten, and a red translucent His big hand grabbed it in the air, and Su Yupan's face was frighteningly cold.
"Old man, why is your cassock gray!"
"Amitabha."
Monk Zenkong calmed down extremely at this moment:
"The true form of the poor monk is slaying demons for the sake of peace in the world. I hope the Holy One will understand."
Boom——!
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rumble in the distance. Su Yupan's heart tightened and he looked in the direction of Qingshu Yuan in shock.
"Qin Lang..."
(End of this chapter)