The Great Shang Dynasty, the Imperial Capital.

Flying snow roared into tigers with the north wind, raging across the streets and alleys. However, when we arrived at this palace, we were blocked by thousands of glazed tiles in the deep palace walls and became much weaker.

The ninth princess Xia Xiaosu, carrying a mahogany lunch box, hurried to the Sutra Pavilion on the east side of the outer hall.

The chanting of the young man came from the pavilion:

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when he practices deep Prajna Paramita, saw that the five aggregates are empty and overcome all sufferings. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this.

.....”

Xia Xiaosu stood in front of the door, listening quietly to his chanting. His little face, which was always restrained and frightened, relaxed slightly, because the chanting was the one who chanted the scriptures.

The elder brother-Seventh Prince Xia Ji.

Five years ago, when his mother was traveling with her father, she was assassinated and died.

Two years ago, my brother was placed under house arrest for having an affair with a witch and chanting scriptures day and night, which was considered a mistake.

Although the entire palace is large, she feels that there is only one brother and one relative.

She lowered her head and carefully opened the lid of the box and looked at it. The mutton soup was still steaming, so she became happy again.

The sounds gradually became quiet in the Sutra Pavilion.

Xia Xiaosu knocked on the door and pushed open the door of the pavilion.

In the attic, the young man in Xuanyi was sitting cross-legged under the bookshelf, with the newly closed "Heart Sutra of Prajna" in his hand.

The boy's eyes were calm and he seemed to feel decadent because he was under house arrest. He only smiled when he saw the girl walking in the door.

Xia Xiaosu walked quickly, sat beside him, and took the mutton soup out of the lunch box, "Brother, you eat it while it's hot, I made it myself."

So, it won't be toxic.

Xia Ji looked at her.

The Ninth Princess took out another bottle of wine, "Hey."

Xia Ji smiled and started eating meat, drinking soup, and drinking alcohol.

The Nine Emperor Girl looked here and said softly: "They are really snobbish. In the past, there were many martial arts in the Sutra Pavilion, and there were crowds of people here. Many kings, princes, generals and ministers were thinking of coming in to see the treasured methods of the royal family.

Now, my father has moved away all the martial arts and left only the Buddhist scriptures for my brother. It really... has cut off all the futures of my brother and sister.

My brother has no hope of inheriting the great throne. Is it not okay to practice martial arts and be a free-law prince who can protect himself?

Mom...Mom was killed by an assassin to protect him.

How could he do this to us? How could he do this?"

As the Ninth Princess thought about it, she rubbed her eyes. Tears couldn't help but flow out. Then she didn't want her brother to see it, so she lay down and turned her head and sobbed quietly.

Xia Ji drank a mouthful of strong wine, which was heartbroken, then reached out and rubbed the hair of the princess opposite and pointed out the window.

The Nine Emperor Girl stared at her.

In the sky outside the window, the snow flies with the wind, sometimes changing into soaring eagles, sometimes changing into a roll of blue dragons that emerge from the water, passing by between the north and the south.

Xia Xiaosu's eyes lit up: "Brother, how can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? Is it possible that sitting alone in a small building for two years, may it not be impossible to make a big splash?"

Xia Ji laughed and said, "No, I mean the snow is so heavy and the weather is so cold. Should I have a glass of wine?"

Xia Xiaosu suddenly felt relieved, pouted and lying on his elbow, "Forget it, my brother always accepts it so much."

But after such a fuss, her tears could not continue.

Xia Ji was drinking warm mutton soup, but her own girl knew her taste and preferences. After taking a sip, the milky white soup could warm the internal organs. Then he drank a sip of the warm liquor with shredded ginger, which was so good that his hands and feet were all

It then started to burn.

And Xia Xiaosu was chirping in his ears.

Three months ago, the prince brought an army of 100,000 to fight against Guifang Kingdom. When he went to the war, he was covered in golden armor and was extremely powerful. The ministers in the court unanimously optimistic that this was the time for the prince to make immortal achievements.

It is also said that the third prince is good at dancing, elegant and elegant, and visits scholars and scholars everywhere.

Besides, the fifth prince Qingshan is a good hero. He actually worked with Heishuitai to investigate the case and personally cut off the head of the great enemy Zhang Xuehe, even among the young heroes of the Shang Dynasty.

So Xia Ji put down the mutton soup bowl and started talking.

"The second princess was so handsome that he joined the Haoran Dao Sect and practiced the Jiuxiao Treasure Mirror. Last year, although I was unable to attend the royal banquet, I still saw the second princess dressed like an immortal in white and out of the dust."

Xia Xiaosu:???

Xia Ji took another sip of the wine and sighed: "Later, I met the Four Emperors again. She was charming and elegant, and looked at herself by the Huaqing Lake. She looked like a beautiful woman in the north, and she was independent in the world. She smiled.

If it is to be filled with people's city and laugh at the country, if it is placed in ancient times, it is probably the heroine who will play the princes with the beacon fire."

Xia Xiaosu:???

Xia Ji thought about it carefully and said like a chat: "By the way, although the Eighth Princess is only seventeen years old, she can understand astronomy and geography. Even the Grand Secretary of the Jiantian Department kept praising her.

She only said that she is a numeral genius that is rare in a century."

Xia Xiaosu: "Yeah..."

Xia Ji laughed happily and rubbed his sister's hair, "I've almost finished reading the Buddhist scriptures here. Can you help me find some new Buddhas next time?"

Xia Xiaosu's eyes showed a gloomy look, but she could see that her brother seemed to really like to recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name. He really took things as he pleased and accepted them. But that's OK, this is the fate of his brother and sister.

She replied softly: "Hey, when the snow stops, I will go to Leiyin Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, and ask the monks there to borrow some books."

Xia Ji said: "It is best to borrow the "Tathagata Sutra" from now on, it is not a magical skill for practice anyway."

Xia Xiaosu nodded: "Well, I will borrow it for my brother."

She packed up the lunch box, said goodbye to the brother who was dedicated to reciting Buddhism, then opened the door, walked into the heavy snow that swept across the imperial city, clamped her fur and walked away quickly.

Xia Ji closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

It has been seventeen years since I traveled through time and came to this ancient dynasty in another world, but what have I gained?

Why does the talent that I wait for is not triggered until I was fifteen years old?

If not, my mother wouldn't have died, right?

And I won't be under house arrest here, right?

A scene from the Golden Palace two years ago emerged in his mind:

The emperor roared angrily with disgust: "Xia Ji, as my prince of the Shang Dynasty, you dare to have an affair with the witch and defile my royal face. What should you blame?"

"I would like to stay in the Sutra Pavilion for three years."

"Accurate."

At this time, the chief general of the attendant secretly reminded: "Your Majesty, there are many magical skills in the Royal Sutra Pavilion..."

The emperor said coldly: "We have moved them all, only the Buddhist scriptures are left for this rebellious son!!"

"Here."

Thoughts turn back.

Xia Ji raised his left hand casually, and suddenly appeared on the left hand a thousand ghosts walking at night, so that his entire palm was bigger several times, making him look extremely terrifying. In the blink of an eye, everything disappeared.

This is the eighteen prison power on the ninth level, taken from the great aspiration of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva "Hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha". Its power can be carried by the ground, the sky rings, and the power of the dragon and elephant are all

Can't compare.

"It's not enough. I know too little about this world, so wait for the Tathagata Sutra now."

Xia Ji murmured, then sat under the green lamp and continued to recite the unfinished Buddhist scriptures.

His awakened talent, or "golden finger", is very simple, in one sentence: extract skill beads from all the words and directly reach the ninth level.

The Eighteen Prisons are extracted from the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Sutra".
Chapter completed!