Jinnan Prefecture, Wu State Palace.

Monk Konghuan stepped across the Water Qu corridor bridge, passed through the luxurious palace where the garden and palace were perfectly integrated, and came to the emperor's imperial study room.

"His Majesty."

"Master Konghuan seeks to see."

Emperor Wu Zhao Shiguang had already learned that Monk Konghuan had returned and was walking anxiously in the study.

But before Monk Konghuan came in, he returned to the seat and dressed up as calm.

After watching the monk come in and bow, he asked.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master."

"Have you ever obtained the Immortal Sutra?"

Monk Konghuan: "Never before, the Immortal Sutra has fallen into the hands of Dao Zhengsi."

Emperor Wu Zhao Shiguang's face immediately changed: "Was that master just back?"

The anxious and long-lasting expectation ended up in vain. This kind of discomfort cannot be tolerated by ordinary people, let alone the lofty emperor.

Monk Konghuan: "I deliberately let this immortal scripture fall into the hands of the Taoist chief minister, so that Yuanshen Palace will not doubt Your Majesty."

"And the Immortal Sutra is nothing more than external objects. What people seek and pursue is just external skins, and I don't know why the treasures are."

"I brought back a person, who is the most critical figure in the birth of the Immortal Sutra, and someone who can enable His Majesty to realize all his ambitions."

"Immortality, the way to heaven, and even the creation of the divine dynasty."

"he……"

"It can be given to your Majesty."

Emperor Wu stood up and looked at Monk Konghuan in disbelief.

After confirming that Monk Konghuan was not saying anything, he immediately asked several confidants in the hall to retreat.

"Everyone retreated."

"Master Konghuan! Please come forward."

Now, only he and Monk Konghuan were left in the hall.

He quickly walked to the front of Monk Konghuan and asked impatiently.

"Who is this person?"

Monk Konghuan: "The Demon-Subduing Venerable who has cultivated into the body of an Arhat."

Emperor Wu still didn't understand. He was a little impatient, but he still asked patiently at this moment.

"The body of the Arhat? The Demon-Subduing Venerable?"

"What is that?"

The voice of Monk Konghuan was already filled with a sense of vicissitudes, which instantly led Emperor Wu to the years of the Middle Ages.

"Middle age."

"The ancient divine beasts walked on the earth, and the descendants of gods and demons stood in various tribes, and the immortals were all immortal. The immortal courts were listed in all directions."

"Arhats are the existences that were comparable to the descendants of gods and demons in the Middle Ages, and can live as long as the gods."

Emperor Zhao Shiguang of Wu: "How many years."

Monk Konghuan stared at Zhao Shiguang and said slowly: "The life of heaven and man."

"A thousand years."

A sentence completely penetrated Emperor Wu Zhao Shiguang, and he could not imagine what a life span of a thousand years would be like.

Even few ghost immortals who have survived today can survive for a thousand years.

Emperor Wu shouted: "Where is this person now?"

Monk Konghuan: "It's outside now."

Emperor Wu: "Please ask the Lord."

The Demon-Fuing Venerable had already changed into pure white clothes, and his hair was dispersed without being tied up with a hairpin.

The hair was spread out and walked into it barefoot.

But it doesn't make people feel sloppy, but instead has a sense of sacredness that is not in the dust.

Its skin is like gold and jade, exuding a delicate luster.

All filth and filth, all ugliness in the world.

Nothing can fall on it.

At first glance, it is divided into a boundary with the worldly body.

In an instant, Emperor Wu vaguely believed that the man in front of him had an arhat body comparable to the descendants of gods and demons.

"I've seen the Venerable."

"The demon has seen His Majesty."

The two talked happily, pointing to the middle of the night.

The Demon-Fuing Venerable wanted to use the power of Emperor Wu to spread the great sage's vows and magical spells in all directions.

What Emperor Zhao Shiguang of Wu wanted was the arhat body like the Demon-Fu Demon Venerable, and the supreme power.

The things that Yuan Shen Palace could not give him or not, he saw hope at this moment.

Under the candlelight.

Emperor Wu asked the Demon-Fuing Venerable: "How can I possess the body of an Arhat like you?"

Venerable Demon: "Just be sincere."

Emperor Wu immediately felt relieved. His desire for immortality was so sincere and so willing to do anything.

I believe that the Great Sage can sense it—

Bathing, changing clothes, burning incense.

Respect God, pray, and recite scriptures.

In the spacious hall full of incense and candles, the middle-aged man in plain white clothes followed the steps and carried out every step devoutly.

I was afraid of making a mistake.

Emperor Wu Zhao Shiguang dispersed everyone and kowtowed to the ground alone in the hall, facing the statue of the Great Sage.

He sang the magical mantra of subduing the demon, his eyes full of piety.

There is also desire and expectation.

The moment Emperor Wu recited the Great Saint's Curse of Subduing Demons, Wang Qilang, who was thousands of miles away, immediately sensed it.

The stars fall in the long river, and the waves of night ripples and light boats rise.

The bow of the light boat.

The face under the hat smiled in an instant and the corners of his mouth rose.

"The Emperor of Wu Zhao Shiguang is also reciting the Great Saint's Demon Subduing Curse."

If it was normal, Emperor Wu would be protected by the True Dragon Aura, and Dao Zhengsi and Yuan Shen Palace would be guarded by him.

It was so difficult for Wang Qilang to contact and influence him. He would suffer a great loss if he accidentally exposed himself.

But he came to him by himself, it would be completely different.

The statue of the ape in the heart is shaking, and millions of people sing the magical mantra together.

A wisp of divine hair penetrated the bottom of the light world and fell into the imperial palace of Jinnan Prefecture.

Emperor Zhao Shiguang, who recited mantras over and over again, suddenly felt bright light shining in front of him when the sky was about to turn white.

“Where is this?”

Emperor Wu Zhao Shiguang stood in the center of the Great Light Realm in a daze.

He saw the boundless world of light and the endless sea of ​​golden lotus.

Finally raised his head.

The grand golden statue at the end of that day appeared before my eyes.

This moment.

Zhao Shiguang felt that his soul seemed to have been cleaned and became transparent and light.

His eyes were shocked, but his footsteps were involuntarily heading towards the golden statue.

Step by step, he walked under the holy statue.

"The Great Sage."
To be continued...