"Bodhisattva, that..." Muzha licked his dry lips and subconsciously asked Guanyin Bodhisattva, who was disguised as a sloppy monk beside him.

I think of him, Hui'an Walker, as the brother of Nezha, the "Santan Sea God", is one of the gods and Buddhas who have been through the era of the Gods. He is not very knowledgeable, and there is rarely anything that can scare him.

But just now... he was really scared.

With a terrifying roar, no fluctuations of the flowing light of immortal magic appeared. A storm that seemed to lead directly to the thirty-third heavens suddenly rose in the imperial palace in the center of Chang'an City.

Maybe... it's a storm?

Muzha didn't see clearly, but just felt his eyes blurred. All the clouds that could be seen above Chang'an City were scattered, and even a vague illusion was created that the sky was bombarded by something.

"What kind of magical power is this?" Mu Zha swallowed his saliva and continued to ask incomprehensible.

Facing Muzha’s questions, Guanyin Bodhisattva, who is known to be very powerful and knows the secrets of the gods and Buddhas, does not know how to answer them.

Is that a magical power?

Where can there be magical powers that have not even been exposed at all?

If you really need to go deeper, it is more like the traces left by the great witch who has long been extinct between heaven and earth, using pure brute force to punch with all his strength.

As for this situation, Guanyin Bodhisattva only heard his respected teacher talk about it before converting to Buddhism, and he had never seen the legendary witch clan fighting the sky and the earth with his own eyes.

Where can there be a witch clan in the world today?

Guanyin Bodhisattva felt that he was simply thinking about things. The "witch clan" had long been unable to tolerate heaven and earth, and was completely out of heaven and earth.

Just when Guanyin Bodhisattva was a little unable to control the situation, a Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded in Guanyin Bodhisattva's ears.

"Abide by the Tathagata's decree!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva stood up on her chest with a single palm, and did not dare to nod in the slightest response.

The next moment, Guanyin Bodhisattva instantly disappeared from the spot with Muzha and escaped towards the distant palace.

But at this moment, everyone in the palace hall was still as if they had been petrified, looking up at the sky in a daze.

The hall... The hall, which was originally magnificent and showed its imperial majesty, disappeared inexplicably, and rays of sunlight shone on the hall without any obstacles, and on the faces of every stupid person.

As for the arrogant resentment dragon that was originally raging in the hall, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

"What happened?"

Everyone trembled their lips and murmured to ask questions, gradually focusing their eyes on Master Xuanzang, who was standing in the middle and floating in a plain white monk's robe.

Faced with this situation, Master Xuanzang didn't know that he had taken too much action.

Immediately, Master Xuanzang lowered his head slightly, closed his hands in front of his chest, and closed his eyes as if he was performing some solemn ceremony.

However, Li Shimin, who survived the disaster, did not bother to interrupt Master Xuanzang this time and asked urgently.

"Master Xuanzang, what happened just now? Why did the white light flash and everything changed drastically, and most of the hall disappeared, and more importantly... what about that resentful dragon?"

"Amitabha..." Master Xuanzang chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, recalling the real feel of the Dragon King of Jinghe just hitting the jaw with a punch, and responding with the attitude of "monks do not lie".

"It... has gone with the wind."

"Ah?!" Li Shimin's face suddenly became extremely wonderful, and he asked in surprise. "Can the resentful dragon be saved by Master Xuanzang?"

"Don't say that..." How could Master Xuanzang admit that it was his own thing?

The style of the punch he just now seemed to have hit the fairy world. Who knows if it will arouse the vigilance of some gods and Buddhas?

So Master Xuanzang said with shame a little bit on his face. "The little monk's Buddhist teachings are shallow, how can he be able to pass on the Dragon King of Jinghe?"

"Then...this situation..." Li Shimin pointed to the hall without the top and asked.

"I want to come... I want to come..." Master Xuanzang replied after chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Amitabha, I am merciful. I think even God doesn't want His Majesty to encounter disasters like this."

Listening to this plausible answer, especially the word "I Buddha's compassion", it immediately triggered many speculations by Li Shimin.

Could it be...what Bodhisattva or Buddha took action?

At this moment, a piece of Buddha's light suddenly sounded in the sky. Accompanied by the sound of Buddha's voices and Sanskrit, a golden lotus stood on the auspicious cloud and slowly floated to the hall.

As everyone looked up, they saw that the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva was wearing a plain white robe, holding a treasure vase with several willow branches in one hand, and rays of auspicious light was emitted behind him, and he stared at the people below with compassion and loving eyes. Next to Guanyin Bodhisattva was Muzha holding a cassock in one hand and a tin staff in the other.

"Welcome to Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

For a moment, everyone in the hall came to their senses and bent down to salute the famous Bodhisattva in the sky.

"Dear donors, please be exempted from gifts." As the voice of Guanyin Bodhisattva sounded, he gently shook the treasure bottle held in his hand, and waves of dewdrops emitting neon light scattered downwards.

Suddenly, everyone felt that the pain in their bodies was completely relieved and they were energetic, as if they had returned to their peak age.

Of course, Master Xuanzang, who closed his hands and bowed his head, didn't feel much. He just felt his scalp chills, and subconsciously looked up to see if it was about to rain.

As Master Xuanzang looked up, Guanyin Bodhisattva in the sky also noticed this handsome monk with outstanding appearance at the first time.

"What a golden cicada son who has been reincarnated and practiced ten times, his appearance and temperament are becoming more and more outstanding."

If Guanyin Bodhisattva had not felt the little magic power in Master Xuanzang, he would have thought that Jin Chanzi had recovered the fruit of Taoism.

Then, after Guanyin Bodhisattva quietly looked at the surrounding environment, before she could open her mouth and speak, Li Shimin, who had regained his monarchy, spoke.

"Master Guanyin, thanks to Master Guanyin for his help, which allowed me to escape the disaster in a narrow way."???

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at Li Shimin's sincere appearance and was a little confused for a moment.

According to the Tathagata's Dharma Order, I will quietly take action when I hold a "water and land Dharma Assembly", using the guidance of the Buddhist teachings to eliminate the "Chasing of Dragon King of Jinghe"?

But the question... haven't I taken action yet?

Faced with the face of Guanyin Bodhisattva's unchanged expression, Li Shimin only thought that Guanyin Bodhisattva did not care about the verbal thanks of the emperor on earth, pondered for a while, and continued.
Chapter completed!