Tantric Buddhism is one of the Buddhist sects.

Tantra can be divided into two schools, one is the fetal realm and the other is the Vajra realm.

At this time, the Great Yan Tantric Buddhism, which came to the Yin-Yang Sect, was the realm of fetal treasure, that is, the inherent virtues of sentient beings, which hold all the merits of Tathagata, just like the mother and the womb, which is called fetal treasure.

I remember that the Heavenly Lord made a deal with Tantric Buddhism, allowing the Dashi Ming Yun Zhiyue to practice Yin-Yang Mermaid with the Tantric Saint Son.

The purpose is to obtain a volume of the Heavenly Way scriptures in Tantric Buddhism.

However, Yun Zhiyue was strong-willed and did not hesitate to abolish her cultivation to resist, which made the Heavenly King give up.

I thought that Tantric Buddhism would no longer have any interaction with Yin and Yang Sect, but I never thought that as soon as the Heavenly King died, Tantric Buddhism came to ask for the Grand Secretary’s Ming Yun Zhiyue, and even called him "Mingfei", which was quite a bit of a threat.

Inside the hall, there are bright lights.

The great elder of Yin and Yang Sect had a gloomy face, looking at the three monks sitting at the lower head, and their fists were slightly clenched in their sleeves.

The monk on the left has two ears decorated with rings. Although he looks old, his turbid eyes flash with dazzling luster, and a faint golden aura flows around his body, just like a saint of heaven.

This is the Dharma King Buzang, and he has a high status in the Tantric Buddhism.

The monk on the right is a middle-aged man with a gutter and a yellow cloth monk robe blowing on his tall and burly body without wind.

No one knows his name, he only knows that he is the attendant next to the Holy Son.

And in the middle is a young monk.

He is said to be young, but he looks quite weird because his face looks like a child and his skin is crystal clear and transparent.

Especially those eyes, which are very clear, but also have a strange charm.

This is the Holy Son of Tantric Buddhism.

In the Great Yan Buddha Realm, he and the Hongchen Monk of Dawei Temple are called two great Buddha sons.

"The Tantric Buddhism is so big. Just a few days after my Lord Tianjun passed away, you came to force the prisoner in the middle of the night. Do you really think that my Yin-Yang Sect is easy to bully?"

The Great Elder's words did not hide the sarcasm and anger at all.

Beside him were Lan Xiaowan, the third elder of Yin and Yang Sect, and the fourth elder.

The fourth elder was thin, with a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and his face looked drunk, and he always squinted his eyes, making people wonder if he was asleep.

Lan Xiaowan's beautiful eyes were flowing, staring at the Holy Son as if thinking about something.

"The Great Elder misunderstood."

King Buzang laughed and said, "I came here just to welcome Mingfei back to Tantric Buddhism, and it was not to make things difficult for Yin and Yang Sect."

"Just, when will my Yin-Yang Sect Dashi Ming become your Tantric Concubine? What's more, Yun Zhiyue is the murderer of assassinating the Heavenly Lord, how can you easily hand it over to you?"

The third elder Lan Xiaowan said coldly.

King Buzang raised his frizzy eyebrows and smiled faintly: "The people present knew in their hearts that Yun Zhiyue could not kill the Heavenly Lord. She was just a scapegoat."

"I will naturally investigate whether Yun Zhiyue is the murderer, but no matter what, it has nothing to do with your Tantra."

Hearing the other party's words, the Great Elder's face turned pale.

King Buzang shook his head gently: "A year ago, the Heavenly Lord made an agreement with my Tantric Buddhism to let the Grand Secretary study Yun Zhiyue and my Tantric Holy Son practice dual cultivation. Since it is a dual cultivation, it is also a Ming Concubine of my Tantric Buddhism. I believe you all know this."

"But later this agreement was cancelled." Lan Xiaowan said.

King Buzang smiled slightly: "That's just that your Yin-Yang Sect has unilaterally violated the agreement, but my Tantric Sect did not. No matter what, Dasiming is the Ming Concubine of my Tantric Sect."

Bang!

The Great Elder patted the table heavily.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became more depressing, and the swaying lanterns and candles swung rhythmically left and right, lingering murderous intent.

The three saints of Tantric Buddhism had a plain expression and sat there.

The momentum is tense.

At this time, a light footsteps slowly approached.

Shao Siming, with purple clothes and purple hair, was like a half-open violet, smudged in the dark light with holiness and preciousness.

She stood quietly on the side of the hall and stopped talking.

The Tantric Holy Son Gu Jingbubo finally had a little inexplicable smile on his face and looked at the girl with his head in a siding manner.

His eyes were clear.

No greed, no obscene, no possession...just just appreciation.

The Holy Son did not look at it for too long before moving away.

He was not interested in Shao Siming.

The Holy Son clasped his hands together, as if a little magnetic sound of the clear spring slowly echoed in the hall: "The little monk wants to see the great master."

The elder frowned, glanced at Shao Siming, and said lightly: "No, Da Siming is now being detained, and outsiders are not allowed to see her."

"Just meet and ask a few questions."

The Holy Son looked at the Great Elder with a gentle smile on his face. "The little monk will not interfere in the internal affairs of the Yin-Yang Sect."

"If you say it, it won't work. Are your ears deaf?"

Lan Xiaowan waved impatiently, "Get out of here quickly when you know the truth, my Yin-Yang Sect doesn't welcome you!"

The Son was not angry at the other party's arrogance.

However, a cold light appeared in the eyes of the servant next to him, and a lotus seal of the Tantric Great Sun Tathagata's Lotus Dharma Seal was formed with both hands.

The magic seal burst out with an extremely dazzling light. A whirlwind suddenly erupted within three feet, and the tables and chairs rumbled, surging out substantial evil spirits to cover Lan Xiaowan.

"court death!"

Lan Xiaowan slapped the table with her jade hand, and thousands of rays of light burst out from her body to fly around her to resist the opponent's attack.

After a delicate burst, Lan Xiaowan took a few steps back with a muffled groan.

Seeing the middle-aged monk rushing towards him, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in front of the monk. His jade-like little hand was almost unresisted and was printed on the chest of the middle-aged monk.

Green leaves are dancing, a circle of Yin and Yang Tai Chi diagrams bloom on the other party’s chest, bringing the sound of wind and thunder…

Bang!

The middle-aged monk flew out and fell lightly beside the Holy Son.

He gathered his tiger's eyes and stared at the petite Shao Siming in surprise. Then he folded his hands together, waved his robe with a sound of hunting: "I am worthy of being Shao Siming, I admire him, I admire him."

Shao Siming had no expression on his face, turned around and returned to his previous position, standing quietly.

She is like an outsider, outside the world.

Lan Xiaowan smiled gratefully at Shao Siming. Seeing that the other party did not look at her, her expression became complicated again.

"Is the Taishang Yin and Yang Art..."

The Holy Son lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, murmured, "It's a pity that he has no desires."

He turned his head and looked at the Buzang Dharma King next to him.

The Dharma King hesitated for a moment, waved his hand and took out a gift, and said lightly: "Since we cannot reach an agreement, then I will worship the Lord Tianjun first, and recite scriptures and practice methods for Lord Tianjun for three days. I believe the Great Elder will not refuse."

The elder tapped the handrail gently with his fingers, staring at the gift in the other party's hand, and fell into thinking.

Three days...

It seems that the other party is planning to trade with him secretly.

The elder looked at the four elders who were sleeping drunk and squinted, then glanced at the silent Lan Xiaowan, and finally fell on Shao Siming and asked softly: "Shao Siming, what do you think?"

The response to him is naturally silence.

Shao Siming left no expression or opinion. He walked out of the hall with a light walk, always showing indifferent appearance.

The Great Elder frowned, and a gloom flashed through his eyes.

He thought for a while, and finally nodded reluctantly and said to the Holy Son: "There is no need to recite scriptures, we don't care about yours. Since we are just coming to worship, then my Yin-Yang Sect will naturally entertain you."

"Thank you, the elder."

The wrinkles at the corners of King Buzang's eyes spread out, and he smiled.
Chapter completed!