The sandalwood in the hut was swaying like silk threads.

The young monk sat cross-legged on the cushion, like a petrified statue, unable to feel any fluctuations in the breath.

There was a real bronze statue in front of him.

The statue is very small, for a man and a woman.

The man is angry at the Buddha, with four arms long and shaped like a night ghost. The woman is beautiful in shape, with her legs crossed over the Buddha's waist.

This is the supreme practice code of Tantric Buddhism, and the dual movement of happiness and emptiness.

Shakyamuni said that the exoteric sect must go through the cycle of reincarnation and accumulate virtue and do good deeds to become a Buddha. However, the Supreme Yoga School of Tantric Buddhism has the theory of becoming a Buddha immediately in this life, which is the dual life of happiness, emptiness and eternal destiny.

Only by concentrating on emptiness in great joy can you quickly reach the state of emptiness and then become a Buddha.

Heaven and earth are yin and yang, and man is men and women, both are the ways of nature.

Only by combining yin and yang and blending between men and women can we truly realize that everything is empty.

This is the supreme theory that Tantra has always believed in.

As a Dharma King or a Holy Son, in addition to his super high mental cultivation, he is also extremely picky about the Ming Concubine who helps him practice and practice.

It’s not that any woman can become a concubine.

The Ming Concubine has the most beautiful body in the world, and holds the twelve true words and supreme mantras, without seeking appearance, only looking at the skin.

If the realm reaches the level of heaven and man, you can realize the heart of heaven and become a holy Buddha.

Of course, many outsiders, including other Buddhist forces, are extremely disdainful of Tantric practices such absurd practice, believing that this way of practice is just to achieve their own greed through some absurd theories.

But no matter whether it is questioned or despised, no one dares to openly tease and attack Tantra.

After all, someone's strength is there.

"Son of the Holy Son, do you think the Heavenly Lord is really dead or fake death? If we are fake death, we may be so chaotic..."

The middle-aged monk, who was a servant, had deep worries in his eyes.

Although Tantric Buddhism is powerful, if it wants to conflict with the Yin-Yang Sect Heavenly Lord, it is obviously a situation they don’t want to see.

The King Buzang, who was standing beside him, said slowly: "Our behavior today is enough to prove that the death of the Heavenly Lord is not a rumor. It is just that who the murderer is, is puzzling. After all, there are no three people who can kill the Heavenly Lord in the world."

"There is heaven beyond the sky, and there are people beyond the sky..."

The Son looked at the golden statue in front of him. "Those so-called rankings of strength are only seen and heard by those rankings, but the vast world is so vast that many masters are known to the secular people."

The Holy Son closed his hands together and closed his eyes slightly: "A person cannot be a frog in the well, he should always maintain a humble heart."

King Buzang sighed and said, "It's a pity that the Grand Secretary's mission to abolish his cultivation and caused the Heavenly King to violate the agreement. If he could practice with the Holy Son earlier, the Holy Son's current cultivation would have to reach the state of unity between man and nature."

The middle-aged monk wondered: "Is there no second woman in the world who can replace her?"

“Yes, and there are a lot.”

King Buzang looked at the Holy Son and said helplessly. "But she is the only one who can really help the Holy Son achieve perfect results.

I once used the Mirror of the Ten Thousand Mirror to investigate her. This woman is a body that is nurtured by the Yintiantian and is extremely perfect. It can be said that she was born as a furnace for the Holy Son. I believe that this is God's will.

Otherwise, my Tantra would not have traded with the Heavenly Lord at such a great price, but it would be a pity..."

King Buzang shook his head.

No one expected that Yun Zhiyue was so strong and could not spare her own skills. After all, her cultivation level was second only to the Heavenly King at that time.

If it were another monk, how could he have done such cerebral palsy?

"We don't need to worry too much about the death of the Heavenly Lord this time. If the elder does not agree to the transaction, we can only force Concubine Ming to leave."

A ruthlessness flashed in the middle-aged monk's eyes.

The evil aura emitted from his body was incompatible with his holy monk's robe.

The Holy Son formed a lotus seal with his hands and sighed softly: "If you don't want to, what's the use of force? The little monk will try to convince the Grand Master to succeed."

He opened his eyes, put away the golden statue in front of him, and said lightly: "You guys go back and rest first."

"yes."

King Buzang and the middle-aged monk clasped their hands together and quietly left the room.

In the room, there was only the Holy Son left.

The dark candlelight seemed to be slightly lit under the influence of the mind, and also clearly reflected a corner of the shadow in the room.

"Born in light, yearning for darkness. Born in darkness, pursuit of light..."

The Holy Son stared at the Yin and Yang patterns on the wall and murmured to himself. "Humanity is born with two sides, namely Buddha and demons, and human nature is determined."

At this time, the candlelight swaying in the room suddenly flashed a few times.

The Holy Son's eyes moved slightly, and he didn't care. He still sat cross-legged on the cushion, his hands folded, and halos faintly radiated from his body, like a reincarnated spirit child, solemn and holy.

Bang!

The window broke open, and a afterimage came with a powerful murderous intent.

The evil spirits were rolled in four volumes, and the surging evil spirits flew in all directions like cloud rings. The ground and surrounding walls trembled slightly, and the tables, chairs, porcelain bowls turned into powder one after another.

In an instant, a golden light burst out from the Holy Son's body.

Countless golden lights flowed and filled with colors, rippling around, and the vibrating surrounding air roared.

The huge black claws pressed against the golden body protection barrier.

Cracks appeared in a row.

"Although I had long thought of the assassin, I didn't expect it to be so anxious."

The Holy Son's face was expressionless and his eyes were as deep as the sea.

He stood up and turned to look.

But when he saw the tall monster in black paint in front of him, there was a deep sense of surprise and confusion on the monk's face.

What's this?

Demon?

Boom

The golden body protection barrier was shattered by the monster, and the sharp claws swung like lightning. The Holy Son was so light that he avoided the opponent's attack.

The sharp wind blew across the face as if it was about to lift up the flesh, causing a stinging pain.

The Holy Son touched his cheek and found that there was a little blood on his fingertips.

"What a fast speed!"

Seeing the monster rushing back, the Holy Son didn't think much about it. He held his hands on the phantom lotus, his eyes were as angry as a vague god. With a whisper, the lotus emitted a cold light, and snowflakes were floating down around him.

The monster with black liquid squirming all over the body was directly shaken out and flew away with the door.

However, the strength of the Black Liquid Monster was obviously beyond his imagination. The moment he landed, more than tentacles on his back stuck to the ground, and he pulled and swung them like a shell shot, and rushed to the front of the Holy Son in the blink of an eye.

Is this really a monster?

The Holy Son was stunned and restrained his contempt.

He closed his hands suddenly, and a little golden light burst out from the middle of his eyebrows. The blooming golden light turned into a huge Buddha's phantom, which instantly shook the void, the sky changed in color, and the spiritual energy from all directions surged and rolled.

"Thousand Buddha Seals!"

Under the vastness of the Buddha, there was a golden dragon vaguely surrounding him, roaring towards the sky!

The black liquor monster grabbed the ground with both hands, and the stones all over the sky rose with the evil wind. As they danced, they covered the sky and the sun. There were harsh roars inside, and they continued to suppress the opponent's attack.

Such violent aura made the Holy Son frightened.

The sound of fighting not only alarmed King Buzang and the middle-aged monk in the neighboring house, but also alarmed others in the Yin-Yang Sect.

"court death!"

The middle-aged monk shouted and rushed forward.

King Buzang also wanted to step forward, but when he saw clearly that the assassin was an extremely terrifying monster, he stood there in a daze.

"It seems to be..."

King Buzang frowned deeply and looked carefully.

A few seconds later, his face changed drastically and he cried out: "Things beyond the sky!"

"What? Why did something outside the world come out?"

When the elder who happened to arrive came heard this, his expression suddenly changed on his face. He didn't care about anything he said, and quickly turned around and ran towards the forbidden area.

Shao Siming, who also floated up, hesitated for a moment after seeing the figure of the Great Elder and followed quietly.
Chapter completed!