Please, I Really Don't Want Her Majesty The Empress To Be Pregnant.

Chapter 135 If I Shoot The Sword, You Will Die

It was almost evening now.

It was gloomy.

The people in the capital are busy closing their doors and going home.

Suddenly hearing the roar of the Buddhist lion, they all looked around in panic, and saw the glaring Vajra figure in the western sky in the night!

That face is a mixture of Buddha and demon, with golden pupils like torches!

That fierce look directly hits the heart and makes people tremble!

"What kind of fairy family is this? It sounds like the Tianji Pavilion enshrines the Lord's enemy? It looks very difficult to deal with!"

"It seems to be a monk from the Western Regions. A few days ago, I heard that the priest killed a demon monk... probably because of this!"

"This guy is vicious, and he looks like a demon monk at first glance. The Lord will win!"

"Buddhist sect is too arrogant, they simply don't want to put us Dajing in one's eyes, won't His Majesty the Empress come out and take care of it this time?"

"..."

The long streets and alleys are full of voices of discussion.

Faced with the provocation of Chiguoguo from the Buddhist sect, the common people in the capital are all frowning and filled with righteous indignation!

 …

Gu Fu!

In the backyard, the dying flower picker was almost frightened by this loud roar!

Gu Lan stared at Vajra's face with piercing eyes, slowly folded up his confession, put it in his arms, and decided to put this trivial matter aside for the time being.

First deal with the bald head of the cosplayer Lu Zhishen outside the city.

"Little Seven!"

Gu Lan called out, and little Phoenix understood.

over the courtyard.

Amid the resonant cry of the phoenix, Phoenix spread out its fiery wings several feet wide, and Gu Lan jumped onto her back with his hands behind his back, soared up, and headed straight for the western city gate!

Seeing this scene, the flower picker's eyes popped out!

Of course he has heard that there is a Tianji Pavilion in the capital!

It's just that I didn't expect that today would be so unlucky... The first mission, picking flowers, came to the house of this priest! !

No wonder there is that horrible formation!

No wonder the whole family is so perverted!

The flower picker figured this out, but didn't come up in one breath, rolled his eyes and kicked his legs immediately...

...

Outside the house!

Mu Yuyan squinted her phoenix eyes to see this scene, her pretty face was covered with frost, and the jade hands in her long sleeves were clenched tightly.

How dare you call my husband to challenge... I see that after today, your Buddhism in the Western Regions will no longer need to exist in the land of Dajing!

The Western Regions are powerful, and they provoked several times!

Even when he first came to the throne, the Buddha openly proposed to join Dajing to establish a religion and annex local beliefs.

She endured all these!

But this time she directly shouted at Gu Lan... Mu Yuyan considers herself an emotional creature, unable to escape the seven emotions and six desires, after all, she has reached the limit of explosion!

Just in time.

Liu Yexi, who was dressed in green, returned home. She had finished interrogating the traitors taken away from Damingwu Temple, but unfortunately the people behind the scenes kept a hand and did not ask anything.

She just wanted to report.

Mu Yuyan uttered a sentence from between her teeth:

"Xiaoxi! Draft an edict to exterminate the Buddha tonight, and give the Buddhist sects in the Western Regions three days. If you don't withdraw all believers from my Dajing Central Plains...you will be killed without mercy!"

Liu Yexi was startled!

But seeing Xitian's Faxiang, one can also know why the Empress is so angry...

Dragons have reverse scales, if you touch them, you will die. The young master is obviously His Majesty's reverse scales.

"yes!"

Liu Yexi cupped her hands and responded respectfully.

After the two entered the mansion, they immediately left quietly from the backyard.

Liu Yexi went back to the palace non-stop to draft the edict. The edict to exterminate Buddhism is a major event related to the dynasty, and it must be written in detail, listing the crimes of the Western Regions one by one.

Mu Yuyan followed Xianggong's whereabouts, and came to the Ximen Tower in the capital, quietly watching the distance with her beautiful eyes.

Anger returns to anger.

But she is not worried about this Buddhist provocation.

Because judging from the aura of Vajra's Dharma, the visitor is just an immortal Arhat in Buddhism, without the attacking skills of a wise Zen monk.

Xianggong can suppress it with one hand!

...

On the colorful wings of Phoenix.

Gu Lan frowned slightly, and he also had such a doubt in his heart... This guy only has the strength of the immortal level, why dare to shout about himself like this?

Three days!

His journey from the Western Regions should be enough to inquire about his Cultivation Base.

"Overestimating one's abilities, things are going wrong...Could it be that there are backhands?"

Be careful there is no big mistake!

Gu Lan stood with his hands behind his back, quietly staring at the monk under Vajra's face, waiting for his next move.

"Are you the one who killed the junior brother of the Sa family?"

Monk Zhikong's eyes were shining with gold, and he was angry... Burning with anger, he asked in a loud voice.

"yes."

Gu Lan responded lightly.

"Then give Sajia a punch first!"

Monk Zhikong is as tall as three feet. At this moment, the dharma above his head changes. Fumo Vajra seems to be angry, and he clenches his fist and smashes at Gu Lan.

Gu Lan did not move.

Gu Xiaoqi spewed out a few shots of Phoenix divine fire, and neutralized the punch.

The strength of the two sides is judged!

"You can't even beat my Xiaoqi, go back!"

Gu Lan said so.

But I was confused again... I felt that the monk didn't use his full strength for that punch just now?

Otherwise, the strength of the little seven kings, even with the blood of a divine beast, would certainly not be able to compete with his late stage body-refining arhat of the immortal rank.

"If you kill my junior brother, the Sa family will also be beaten!"

Monk Zhikong roared in a low voice.

The soles of the feet slammed on the ground, jumped high, the main body and Fumo Vajra punched at the same time, and slammed down on Gu Lan viciously again!

"Moths to the flame!"

Gu Lan raised his slender white palm, and the huge Vajra Dharma Buddha was immediately suppressed by the force of heaven and earth. The monk flew upside down, and fell directly on the mountain wall to the west of the capital like a meteorite!

Many people in the capital saw this scene.

A sense of pride arises spontaneously!

Sure enough, our number one master in Dajing is still awesome!

So what about the great disciples of the Buddha in the Western Regions? !

They looked at Gu Lan's back that transcended the world under the moonlight at night.

In awe!

At this time.

The aura on Monk Zhikong's body was a lot weaker, but I don't know if it was an illusion, but the light in his eyes became brighter, and there were still some faint tears shining!

Gu Lan was taken aback!

Got beaten up and cried?

It can't be, this monk looks so big, how can he have the same temper as Luan Xiaoyao's unruly princess?

Zhikong revived Vajra's Dharma and made a comeback: "Come again! I heard that your sword is very strong, and Sajia also wants to see it. Do you dare to show your sword?"

This monk came to provoke but never exerted all his strength, why? He doesn't seem to want to part with me... Gu Lan frowned slightly, and his indifferent voice echoed in the wilderness:

"If I draw the sword, you will die."

When these words fell to the ground, the hearts of those who heard them were shocked!

"My lord, let's use the sword, the Buddhism in the Western Regions is too arrogant, it's time to show them some color!"

"Putting down the two monstrous monks under the Buddha's seat will add to the legend of enshrining the Lord in the history books, which will last forever!"

"Yes! It's all up to you, my lord, to protect Dajing's face, and our empress doesn't care about things, it's really useless!"

Mu Yuyan: "..."

She glanced lightly at the guy in the crowd who was so excited that she scolded herself, and planned to let Xiaoxi arrest him for education tomorrow...

However, look back to the battlefield!

Monk Zhikong came running again, but this time he still didn't use all his strength, charging towards Gu Lan with a fearless look!

After three or five times.

Gu Lan no longer hesitated.

Ten sapphire-colored swords gathered behind him, each of which was enough to kill the monk. With a slight movement of his mind, the sword shot towards the monk Zhikong like a shooting star from the sky!

However!

To everyone's surprise!

This time Monk Zhikong didn't hold back. Seeing Gu Lan draw out his sword, he put away his amulet, turned around and fled towards the mountains and wild forests.

Everyone was stunned!

"What is this, if you can't beat it, run away?"

"My lord has caught up, but unfortunately our eyesight is limited and we can't see the splendor of the demon monk being killed over there!"

"There is no need to read it anymore! After the dust has settled, presumably after the Western Regions became the top dog, no one from the major powers would dare to challenge our No. 1 Dajing!"

"..."

The common people came with a nervous mood, but now they leave full of comfort and comfort.

They knew that the fact that King Dajing was able to live and work in peace and contentment was actually because of the protection of the god Gu Lan!

So every new year and festival, they would place a longevity tablet for this god at home, and their reverence was even far higher than that of Dajing's previous emperors!

but.

What they couldn't see, Mu Yuyan could see.

From the "weird" turning and running away of the monk Zhikong, she seemed to see the monk's intention... He wanted to lure Gu Lang to a place where no one would see him.

Is there a conspiracy to ambush?

No, even if the Buddha came in person, he might not be able to ambush Xianggong... Then what is he going to do?

Mu Yuyan frowned slightly, but her beautiful eyes were clear and burning, and she didn't dare to slack off a bit.

However!

At The next moment, she was stunned!

Because I saw Monk Zhikong over there making an unbelievable move!

The sapphire-colored Flying Sword was about to catch up, but Zhikong's tall figure did not escape, and suddenly stopped in his tracks, and his huge body suddenly knelt down!

He is not begging for mercy.

Thick, rough palms covered his head.

He didn't care about the jade sword flying behind him at all!

The monk grinned wildly, but his eyes turned red instantly!

"Little Seven!"

Seeing this, Gu Lan made Phoenix stop, and the sapphire-colored sword edge hung an inch behind the monk's neck!

The empress can tell the clues from the sidelines.

Naturally, Gu Lan could also feel that this monk was using his ultimate move to make everyone think that he had killed him, and lead himself to the land of no one...

"what are you going to do?"

Gu Lan asked in a stern voice.

Although he relies on his strength, he is still vigilant. This is the self-cultivation of the moderates.

Monk Zhikong didn't seem to have heard his words, his rough face was condensed with great sorrow, tears were wanton, he looked up to the sky and screamed loudly, crying loudly!

Seeing this scene, Gu Lan was slightly startled, and just watched quietly without being in a hurry.

He could feel that this monk was showing his true feelings...but what was it that made him show weakness to the enemy regardless of his image? !

Because he couldn't beat himself, he couldn't avenge his junior brother?

a long time.

Gu Lan saw that Zhikong stopped crying, although the sadness in his expression still couldn't be concealed.

He landed on Phoenix's back and came to the kneeling monk.

"What do you want to see me alone for?"

Zhikong raised his head to look at Gu Lan, his eyes were bloodshot, and said slowly: "Benefactor...Can the benefactor let the poor monk know what you used to kill my junior brother?"

"I didn't kill your junior brother."

Gu Lan explained: "He died by cutting off his own heart...but if you want to watch it, I can satisfy you."

Gu Lan doesn't have to cover up the dying person.

In Zhikong's dull eyes, he saw Gu Lan's exquisite Buddha heart, that immortal heart that gathers the roots of Buddhist wisdom!

"Sure enough!"

Monk Zhikong's pupils shrank slightly, with a sad expression on his face!

His expression struggled, and after a long time, a daze appeared!

Gu Lan shook his head and sighed, "Your appearance is exactly the same as when your junior brother died."

Zhikong was stunned for a moment, and then murmured: "It seems that my brother also understood when he died, what preaching Buddhism, what asking for a magic coffin, all of these... are all Buddha's tricks!"

"The poor monk should have thought of it earlier... If the poor monk had thought of it earlier, I am afraid that the junior brother would not have fallen so deep. The Cultivation Technique he cultivated is not right, and the poor monk had a premonition. It is all the fault of the poor monk... Blame the poor monk!"

Monk Zhikong's eyes were red, and he was beating his head desperately at this moment!

The regret is beyond words!

Buddha scam? Monk Zhichan's Cultivation Technique is not right... Gu Lan frowned!

The troubles of Buddhism in the Western Regions seem to be not as simple as imagined.

"Benefactor, can you... save the life of the poor monk?"

Zhikong spoke at this moment.

However, there was no pleading in his tone, but a sense of determination!

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

Gu Lan said lightly.

"The benefactor...would you like to hear a story?"

"Your teacher?"

"yes."

"Appreciate further details."

...

Time passed, half an hour passed.

During this period.

Mu Yuyan didn't know what they were talking about, but just watched the Buddha's disciple kneeling down and talking to her husband with a sad face, it felt very strange...

Gu Lan quietly listened to Zhikong's story.

He took a deep breath and asked in a concentrated voice: "That is to say, the Buddha in the Daleiyin Temple in the Western Region... is no longer your master?"

"The feeling of the poor monk can't be wrong!"

Zhikong sighed: "He knows the strength of the benefactor, but he encourages us to come to you in secret, because he is afraid that the two of us are the closest to the master, and we are too familiar with the master, and sooner or later we will recognize it... So I want to use the hand of the benefactor to kill our senior brother!"

"Then where is your real master?"

Gu Lan was indifferent on the surface, but sighed inwardly.

How do you feel, this drama is similar to the Chiyang Shengjun four thousand years ago... When the Shengjun wakes up, ask if there are any monsters descending on the mainland back then.

Zhikong looked sad: "Maybe he has been killed... When he was a child, the master said that there is only one Buddha heart in the world, and if that heart is replaced, or another person is born, the only possibility is that he is dead. die."

"I don't have to kill you."

Gu Lan wiped his hand and retracted the sword gang.

This monk is very smart. After suspecting that the Buddha is no longer a master, he even thought of a plan to get angry in public and continue to pretend, and then come to Dajing to find himself for a private interview!

Thick and fine, or can be used.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Gu Lan asked again: "There are three thousand Bodhisattvas under the Buddha's seat, and eight hundred Arhats. If you are alone, even if you have suspended animation, how can you subvert him if you are in the dark?"

"Compared to believing in you, I'm afraid your fellow disciples are more willing to believe in the Buddha on the golden throne? And you already know the secret of the Buddha, I am afraid that he will not kill people with a knife, but directly kill him!"

heard the words.

A sense of powerlessness rose in Zhikong's heart!

"Let's not hide this from the benefactor... The poor monk is actually not that thorough. The younger brother died, and the Master was also killed. The poor monk just wants to confirm the truth and go back to the Daleiyin Temple to fight with the fake Buddha... Even if he dies, it is useless." regret!"

He clasped his hands together, his face full of despair!

The master's gate was occupied by doves, and the junior master was slaughtered. Knowing the cruel truth but unable to recover, one can imagine the despair in his heart!

The bronze-skinned monk, wearing a Kasaya, sits on his knees in the mud, but at this moment he looks helpless and homeless...