I Can’t Be a Sword God

In Prince Han's Mansion.

In the clean room, sandalwood incense is floating upwards, a pot of hot tea is placed on the table, the purple sand teapot is shimmering, and the sound of chanting sutras can be heard from the outer room.

Zen is infinite.

The monk in the golden cassock sat opposite the prince in the brocade robe.

Looking at the face of the monk, it was the five Dharma Kings of the Demon Sect, the Golden Bodhisattva, who were supposed to be in the Dongjiang Valley. And that prince is naturally the Northern Han King.

At this time, King Han's face was full of distress and sorrow.

"Zen Master, I am too difficult."

"His Royal Highness, it's okay to tell me if you are confused."

Facing the dignified and serious face of the Golden Bodhisattva, King Han opened his heart and confided: "Zen Master, I listen to what you said. I don't get close to women all day long. I only feel that my own Buddha-nature is progressing rapidly. But recently I feel more and more , I am so sad..."

"Just at noon today, I actually had... that kind of dream, I did that kind of thing in my dream, and I got wet after waking up..." King Han said with a bitter face, "This is after I was ten years old. Something that never happened.”

When the Golden Bodhisattva heard the words, a thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes. After a while, he sighed slightly.

"well……"

Then, I heard him say slowly: "My lord, please pick up the teacup on the table."

"Huh?" King Han felt a little strange when he heard the instruction from the Golden Bodhisattva, but he still picked up the teacup in front of him with doubts on his face.

The Golden Bodhisattva continued: "Don't let go."

King Han nodded slightly.

After finishing speaking, Jin Bodhisattva picked up the teapot on the table and poured tea into the teacup in King Han's hand, with the sound of water gurgling.

The hot tea that has just boiled is poured into a small cup. Han Wang was still a little worried that the tea would burn him when it came out. But after thinking about it, how could the Zen master burn himself with such great wisdom?

Then he got burned.

Because after the Golden Bodhisattva filled the teacup, he didn't intend to stop at all, and continued to pour water. The overflowing tea naturally fell into King Han's hand, and he couldn't help but want to continue to hold it, and his body subconsciously let go of the teacup.

With a clatter, the teacup rolled down onto the table, and King Han let out an "ouch" and started blowing on his tiger's mouth, getting a little angry while blowing. Since he was a child, he was a prince who was revered by thousands of people, how could he have suffered such grievances.

But the unreasonable respect for the Golden Bodhisattva made him dare not make mistakes.

After a pause, the Golden Bodhisattva suddenly asked: "My lord, do you understand?"

"ah?"

King Han looked at the teacup and the spilled water on the table, recalled the short scene just now, and suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Zen Master, I have enlightened!"

"You want to tell me that being obsessed with sexual desires is like holding this hot teacup, and that sooner or later I will hurt myself, right?" He consciously understood and said happily.

Unexpectedly, the Golden Bodhisattva frowned upon hearing the words, then slowly shook his head: "No..."

"Huh?" King Han was taken aback.

Immediately, the Golden Bodhisattva said: "I want to tell the prince, some things are like this water, it will overflow when it is full..."

"But this matter, as long as you do it yourself, you can solve it..."

"..." Han Wang tasted this sentence, lost his mind for a moment, then stood up and bowed deeply, "I understand! Zen Master's teachings are really powerful! No wonder the Buddha said, do it yourself, have enough food and clothing... Just go back and give it a shot!"

Thinking of Xing Qi, King Han happily turned around and strode out.

But in a blink of an eye, he suddenly pushed the door back and sat down opposite the Golden Bodhisattva again.

"Zen Master, I forgot, there is one more thing."

"oh?"

King Han frowned and said, "It's my beloved Ninth Lady. Following Zen Master's instruction the day before yesterday, I lived in a separate room with her. But today someone told me that she might have something to do with the people in Duanbei Mountain. I... ... don't know what to do."

"Um?"

Hearing this, the Golden Bodhisattva smiled slightly, and was about to speak when his complexion suddenly changed, and a mouthful of blood gushed out suddenly!

"puff--"

King Han on the opposite side of the table was unprepared, and was sprayed bloody by this mouthful.

"Pfft..." He wiped his face, saw the Golden Bodhisattva in front of him turn into golden paper, the light in his eyes dimmed, he was startled, suddenly seemed to think of something, and slapped his thigh fiercely!

"Zen Master, I have enlightened!"

"You are telling your disciples in this way that they are all spitting blood! Isn't that right?"

King Han stood up and laughed heartily: "I said that Mrs. Ninth must have been wronged. Zen Master sacrificed too much to wake up his disciples!"

He bowed to the Golden Bodhisattva again, then turned and left with big strides.

Jin Bodhisattva raised his palm with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something to him, but the blood in his chest was surging, and he couldn't say a word.

It wasn't until King Han left for a while that he choked out a weak breath: "I'll spit on your mother..."

As soon as his body went limp, he fell back heavily, let out a foul breath, then gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a name between his teeth.

"Tong Wudi..."

...

"He's not dead, is he?"

Li Chu also looked at the broken place of the Golden Bodhisattva and asked questions at the same time.

"Naturally." Tong Wudi replied.

At the realm of land immortals, there are more or less life-saving means. In particular, the Golden Bodhisattva has been promoted to land gods for many years, and he is considered one of the best.

Li Chu didn't think he would be killed so easily, even if it was the number one in the world.

Tong Wudi continued: "Golden Bodhisattva was a disciple of Tiannan Pure Land Yunfu Temple back then, and he explored the God Market with his fellow disciples. The same disciple found the most ancient Buddhist treasure in the God Market, the Sumeru Bright Mirror, and the Golden Bodhisattva killed people to seize the treasure. The Yunfu Temple chased him directly into the Demon Sect with the Xumi Bright Mirror. This is why he is the King of the Demon Sect, but he has a Buddhist cultivation base."

"The Sumeru Bright Mirror can project the primordial spirit, which is equivalent to recreating a clone with the same cultivation level as the main body, and it can come and go freely. I used the great supernatural power of transforming the world to cut off the projection of the Sumeru Bright Mirror. Only then can it be easily killed. Although it is only a projection, connecting the main body is equivalent to severely injuring its primordial spirit. With his cultivation base, it will take at least five years to fully repair it."

Hearing this, Li Chu nodded lightly and said, "That's amazing."

He really felt great.

Although the supernatural powers I have mastered now are much more than before, they are still far behind these land gods who really stand at the top of the world. Not only is the quantity small, but it is also too simple. I am at a disadvantage in this regard.

Hearing Li Chu's praise, the corners of Tong Wudi's mouth turned up involuntarily, but soon he realized it, and restrained his face again, maintaining Gujing Wubo's calm again.

Turning his face away, he kept his voice steady, and said in a deep voice, "It's just Wagoer, a native chicken."