Chapter 2927 Respecting the King (One More)

Chu Ligu is really satisfied with this house, he really wants to take a closer look at this world.

If you want to ascend, you must first understand this world enough, and then understand its laws. The merits and virtues of each world are different. It seems that the world has its own will, and only by knowing its will can you follow the trend.

Moreover, the prosperity of Buddhism in this world is far better than that in the lower realm.

He was profound in Buddhism in the lower realm, and even cultivated various supernatural powers, but after arriving in this world, he found that his understanding of Buddhism was no deeper than that of his predecessors in this world.

There is no shortage of talented heroes in every world. The level of martial arts in this world is extremely low, and they cannot mobilize their internal strength. All outstanding talents are in literature and Buddhism, so the study of Buddhism is extremely deep.

He had seen some hand scrolls of eminent monks, and he was quite touched. He felt the light of wisdom in them, which made him comprehend in his heart, and his understanding of Buddhism went a step further.

He couldn't mobilize his spiritual energy and internal energy in this world, but the Kurong Sutra didn't hinder him. To save Cheng Hao earlier, it was only a light touch of the golden leaf on the Kurong tree that directly brought him back to life.

This is the case that Cheng Hao's soul is still there, and he died not long ago. If it takes more than seven days, the soul has left the body and entered the reincarnation.

"Master, if you need anything, just ask the servants directly." Cheng Hao said with a smile: "They will never dare to neglect."

Chu Li nodded.

The two entered the main courtyard. There were several small trees in the courtyard, and the pink flowers on the trees exuded a faint fragrance.

Cheng Hao clasped his fists and said, "Master, that little one will leave."

"Cheng benefactor, go." Chu Li nodded.

Cheng Hao saluted again, exited the courtyard, and strode away.

Coming back from the dead, his joy can only be expressed with a drink.

When he fell down, his eyes gradually darkened, and he knew that he was about to die, to bid farewell to this world, and there were too many unfulfilled wishes.

Those who have never died do not know the value of life and how wonderful it is to live.

For Chu Li's great kindness, he wished to repay it with his body, but unfortunately he could only provide the house, and the rest might not be taken seriously by the monk Dingru. With such supernatural powers, the monk Dingru would know nothing lack.

Chu Li held a volume of Buddhist scriptures and read them carefully.

He reckoned that the story of his resurrection had spread, and countless people doubted it, but even if he doubted it, he would be like a drowning person seeing floating weeds, and would grab it no matter what.

He was not worried that no one would come to his door, but only worried about how to block the crowd.

Supernatural powers are the shortcut to the upper portal quickly.

Before he put down the Buddhist scriptures, his thoughts were still wandering, when there was a knock on the door outside, the old servant in the courtyard stood quietly at the door: "Shen Monk, the chief manager of Prince Jing's Mansion is asking to see you outside."

"Let him in," Chu Li said.

The old servant retreated lightly, and soon brought a middle-aged man in brocade clothes to the outside of the courtyard.

"God monk, Manager Fang is here." The old servant reported softly, lest he disturb Chu Li.

Chu Li said: "Please come in."

The old servant pushed open the door, and the middle-aged man in Jinyi stepped into the courtyard with his fists clasped, and said in a deep voice, "Little Fang Quan has seen Dingru divine monk!"

Chu Li put down the Buddhist scriptures, got up and titheed: "Don't you know what's going on?"

"My lord, please!" Fang Quan said respectfully.

He is tall and tall, with a square face, and his brows are full of loyalty, with his back slightly carried, he looks neither humble nor overbearing, and his demeanor is calm.

But Chu Li saw his anxiety, smiled and said: "I don't know what to teach you, my lord?"

Fang Quandao: "My lord is also a practitioner, and he believes in Buddhism the most. Hearing that the divine monk has entered the city, he has already prepared a vegetarian meal in the mansion. Please invite the divine monk and Buddha to come!"

"...That's fine." Chu Li nodded.

Fang Quan showed a smile, clasped his fists in a salute, and turned to ask respectfully.

Chu Li stepped out of the small courtyard, and followed Fang Quan to the outside of the mansion, there was already a large sedan chair with eight loads waiting, and the bearers were all strong, with bright eyes, powerful and powerful.

"God monk, please—!" Fang Quan said respectfully.

The car curtain has been opened, Chu Li entered and sat in the car.

"Get up the sedan chair!" Fang Quan said in a deep voice.

The sedan chair was lifted up, and then moved forward quickly, the eight bearers strode like ordinary people running, but the sedan chair was stable without a trace of bumps, Fang Quan followed behind with strides.

Chu Li had already read from Fang Quan's mind that this King Jing really believed in Buddhism, studied and practiced it intensively on weekdays, had close contacts with eminent monks in the capital, and admired him for a long time.

Lord Jing has three concubines in total, one main concubine and two concubines, but this time the main concubine died of illness.

Prince Jing originally wanted to invite a few eminent monks to help the princess ascend to the Paradise of Western Paradise, but when he heard the news of his resurrection, he was overjoyed and sent someone directly to invite him.

This King Jing is a good prince because he loves Buddhism, so he acts with compassion.

Moreover, he was too deeply involved with Buddhism, so he lost the qualification to compete for the throne, so he was happy to be at ease.

The bearers were extremely fast, and after a while, they arrived outside a magnificent palace.

The tall door was shining purple in the sun, and the copper nails of the door were shining yellow, and the aura of wealth and nobility rushed towards the face.

There were four guards standing on the steps outside the palace, holding their knives, staring solemnly at Chu Li who got out of the sedan chair. His whole body was tense, and he vaguely felt the danger of Chu Li, as if he was facing a group of tigers.

Chu Li raised his brows. These four middle-aged guards were all warriors with fierce aura and many lives in their hands.

And from the experience of surviving a near death on the battlefield, they had an amazing intuition. Even if Chu Li had no internal strength, his body was an amazing weapon, and they felt the danger.

Fang Quan waved his hands and said, "This is the monk Dingru, invited by the order of the prince, open the door!"

One guard turned around and opened the side door, while the other three guards were still staring at Chu Li, not for a moment, to prevent him from violently attacking him.

Chu Li smiled: "What an elite man!"

Fang Quan said with a smile: "They are rough people, if there is any impoliteness, don't blame the gods and monks."

Chu Li shook his head and said, "A rare talent."

They entered the palace through the side door, and Chu Li didn't care if they walked through the main entrance. After entering the palace, they passed through six gates and finally came to a large courtyard.

White curtains had already been hung in the courtyard, the coffin had been laid out, and the sound of weeping could be heard endlessly.

The white curtain flutters, there is no desolation, only solemnity, and the Sanskrit sounds are lingering, if there is nothing.

Fang Quan entered the courtyard, walking very lightly, came outside the hall, and said in a low voice: "My lord, it is certain that the monk has arrived."

A burly middle-aged man walked out of the hall. His face was like beautiful jade, his eyes were like cold stars, and he was full of heroic spirit. At this time, his eyes were already red, and his brows were full of grief. , Xiao Wang Zhenghe."

Chu Li said: "Did the prince ask the little monk to come and save people?"

"Exactly." Prince Jing nodded hurriedly: "Although Xiao Wang knows that everyone has their own fate, he still wants to save the princess."

Chu Li nodded and walked into the hall.