The heavens begin with the Dharma of absorbing power

On Tianjie outside Chang'an Palace, Xu Xin was able to defeat a thousand troops by himself. Li Yuan's three sons Yuanji, Shimin, and Jiancheng appeared one after another, but they were unable to control the situation. In the end, Li Jiancheng ordered the imperial troops to disperse to avoid further embarrassment.

Li Yuan dares to see me? Then lead the way!

Xu Xin's plain words made many experts behind Li Jiancheng and Li Shimin look angry, but these people could only do this. They had no choice but to be angry, and finally led the way silently.

After stepping out of Taiji Gate, there are bell towers and drum towers on the left and right. The majestic Tai Chi Hall in front is located directly north of the square. In the square covered with gray bricks, a road was paved with large stone slabs in front of the main hall as a royal road, leading directly to the palace gate.

The Taiji Hall is the most magnificent building in the Chang'an Palace. It is twelve rooms wide and fifteen rooms deep, and can accommodate hundreds of guards to perform dances in formation.

The moment Xu Xin stepped into the Tai Chi Hall, countless pairs of eyes fell on him.

There seem to be so many guests here.

Li Yuan!

The first thing Xu Xin saw was not the glowing evil emperor's relics, but Tang Emperor Li Yuan, who was looking at him with his neck raised on the dragon throne.

Li Yuan was wearing a dragon robe, but he didn't look like an emperor. His cultivation was quite advanced, and he didn't look too old. He was about thirty years old, with skin as white as snow and a delicate face.

When he was young, this man was definitely a handsome young man, a vagabond-like figure. Under his thick eyebrows, his eyes were bright and clear, and he showed an indescribable look that seemed to be a special yearning and pursuit of some beautiful things.

Even though he was sitting on the dragon throne, his waist was still straight and firm, making his majestic figure even more imposing. The leader of a sect, now taking the title of emperor, is truly extraordinary and looks more like an emperor than his cousin Yang Guang.

Li Yuan sat on the dragon chair and said loudly: Mr. Xu, you have some friendship with my son Shimin and my beloved daughter Xiu Ning. If you post a visit, I will definitely sweep the bed and wait for you. But today you broke into the palace and hurt me. Yuanji, this is not good!

If he dares to block my way, he will die.

Xu Xin's calm response showed no mercy at all, and his clear voice echoed through the Tai Chi Hall.

I have been merciful, otherwise the Chang'an Imperial City would have been a river of blood today.

Master Xu, don't you think you are too arrogant? I have hundreds of thousands of armored men in the Tang Dynasty.

Li Yuan shouted majestically, seemingly furious. The emperor was so angry that he laid down millions of corpses.

Yang Guang once had many soldiers and generals, and an army of millions. Where is he now?

Xu Xin gave him face, and replied three sentences to him. Then his eyes moved to the circle of people beside the evil emperor's relic. All six of the most powerful monks in contemporary Buddhism were there, except for the four great holy monks and the Samana protectors. In addition to the mantra, there is also Liao Kong from Jing Nian Zen Monastery.

Amitabha! Good! Good!

The ascetic protector Mantra walked out with his hands clasped together, bowed respectfully to Xu Xin and said: Donor Xu, I'm sorry, we failed to keep our promise and take the holy relics out of Yuhe Temple...

Xu Xin said calmly: Since you have done something wrong, there will naturally be punishment, and Buddhism will pay the price.

Amitabha! Donor, you are being too aggressive...

The four holy monks, Ling Kong and Zhenyan were all silent, but then another voice sounded. Xu Xin followed the sound and saw that it was a tall, skinny and black Tianzhu man with a high nose and deep eyes.

He was wearing an orange and apricot-colored extra wide white robe, his hair was tied up in a bun and heavily bandaged with white gauze, his nose was high, his eyes were deep and unpredictable, his behavior was amazing, and he had a charm that made people admire him. In this Tai Chi Hall, his cultivation level can barely rank among the top ten.

How come cats and dogs are not afraid of death?

Xu Xin took one look at this Tianzhu man and sentenced him to death. Not to mention that this guy had a mixed aura and was a lewd monk who was good at harvesting yin and replenishing yang. Just because he was talking randomly at this moment, how dare you call Xu Xin aggressive?

This guy has a way to die!

Poor monk, Funanda of India.

Funanda's sweet and contagious voice sounded in the hall. He moved his eyes to Xu Xin, smiled slightly, his eyes as deep as the bottomless abyss flashed, and said calmly: Donor, do you want me to live or die? Life and death, just It’s something that people must experience in this life.”

What I, Funanda, have learned in my life can be summed up in four words: the way of life and death. Everyone has to face life and death unavoidably. Death can happen at any moment, and the feeling of survival is also approaching death. The moment was particularly intense. There is no more fascinating subject in the world than the question of life and death...

He is very good at debating, and his words are plain, approachable and full of shock. In comparison, although the Zen Buddhist words of the four great saints are full of wisdom, they are ultimately more distant from ordinary people's thoughts, more illusory, and do not meet practical needs.

Funanda kept talking about the Zen principles related to life and death, and the Dharma was solemn. Looking at him from any angle at this moment, one must agree that he is a virtuous man. No one would think that he is a demon monk and a lecher.

But Xu Xin's sharp eyes could tell at a glance that he was not a human being.

I thought you were some kind of big shot, but it turns out you're a slutty monk who's not even as good as a little Yakuza.

You are very good at talking, and you can confuse people with a lot of lies, but... you shouldn't mess with me.

I want you to die now. Even if Sakyamuni comes back to life, I won't be able to save you.

Xu Xin's calm words echoed in the Taiji Hall. Funanda is indeed a very wise demon monk. He is even better at arguing about the meaning of scriptures than the so-called holy monks like the Buddhist sects in China. The one who can completely overpower him is probably Shi Zhixuan pretending to be one. A great saintly monk.

But this guy shouldn't mess with Xu Xin. Who is Xu Xin? Sometimes he's open-minded, sometimes he's very small-minded. The most annoying thing is when people talk to him about these empty Zen rhetoric. He usually treats this kind of people seriously. Punch out and send him to death.

In addition, with his current cultivation level, even if the Sakyamuni in the history of this world is resurrected and comes to him, according to the rules of China, he will have to toast him in person.

After all, the upper limit of this world is so high, and Xu Xin has already touched the upper limit. He is the kind that can be broken at any time. What about living immortals, Buddhas, sages, and even Sakyamuni? I’m not sure who can beat him!

As for the myth that Sakyamuni has clones in all the heavens and all the worlds, is his past and future simple?

As the protagonist who can travel through the heavens, he is the one with unlimited possibilities.

Donor, you are talking nonsense...

boom!

Funanda was still performing, but Xu Xin was too lazy to listen. When he said the word die was still in his throat, he had already fallen down, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of fear and disbelief. , eager to live.

As he said, at the moment of death, a person's desire for life is the most intense.