Chapter 053 : Purdue Ten Thousand Peoples, The King Kong Boy
The long street, the crowd, and the cheers are boiling.
In this sea of celebration, Li Xiang led the evil ghost and walked through the crowd.
Not far behind him, Xu Wencheng and other people were also following.
"Captain Li is as popular as the God of War in Zhenguo, right?" Ma Zhiyuan sighed.
Luo Heng smacked his lips, "Isn't that a bit much? Captain Li is only at the second level, how can he compare with the Zhenguo War God?"
Ma Zhiyuan retorted, "Although he is currently at the second level, according to his advancement speed, he may become a fifth-level God of War in another ten years or so. I have confidence in him."
Xu Wencheng on the side nodded, "There's no telling what Xiao Li's talent and luck are, but if you want to advance to the third level, you have to go to Tongzhou Prefecture or even Kyoto City. Our Yangcheng is too small to provide him with the advanced level."
resource."
The expressions of the other people became a little gloomy.
The third return to the ancestors requires the consumption of huge resources, which cannot be solved by talent alone.
Only state capitals, big cities, or other inherited families have this kind of background.
Everyone looked at Li Xiang's back from a distance, feeling a little melancholy.
"The young eagle will eventually soar into the sky and cannot stay in the nest forever."
Xu Wencheng knew everyone's thoughts and offered words of comfort.
Nie Zhuyin sighed quietly, looking rather resentful.
And ahead.
Wherever Li Xiang passed, the cheers suddenly stopped, and everyone clasped their hands together with great piety.
[Promote Buddhism and educate all people, compatibility level 2%]
【Willingness 19】
【Willingness 80】
【Willingness 23】
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In Li Xiang's mind, rows of numbers flashed densely.
Although the power of each wish is very small, it is like a clear spring that merges into a big river. When it enters the sea of consciousness, it also washes away and strengthens his body and mind.
Facing the piety of countless people, Li Xiang was somewhat moved.
He suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the crowd following him.
Put your hands together and recite the "Golden Light Sutra" orally.
The sound of Buddha lingers.
The evil ghost beside him was trembling all over and lying on the ground.
A huge force of wish flew out of Li Xiang's body, shot straight into the sky, exploded in the sky, turned into countless fragments, and rained down one after another.
The power of aspiration turns into merit and condenses into fragments of golden Buddha light, like a golden rain.
The entire Yangcheng was shrouded in golden Buddha light.
Over the past hundred years, the bloody atmosphere caused by countless beast tides and fighting disappeared in an instant.
The turbid air becomes fresh.
Under the shroud of Buddha's light, everyone's breathing became easier.
Tens of thousands of soldiers and 300,000 people watched this scene in awe.
At the same time, in a tall building in Tongzhou Fucheng, a middle-aged man who was sorting out ancient books suddenly froze and turned around without warning in the direction of Yangcheng.
His eyes became cloudy, and there was no scene of the real world in his field of vision. There were only thin lines and dense air masses swimming between the sky and the earth.
The sight traveled thousands of kilometers and came to Yangcheng.
In a radius of hundreds of miles, countless threads of luck converged towards Yangcheng, and finally penetrated into the body of a young man.
But after a moment, it flew out of the young man's body, dispersed in all directions, and disappeared into the bodies of ordinary people around him.
The middle-aged man shuddered, suddenly emerged from his fugue state, and his eyes regained clarity.
He murmured, "It's impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible to mobilize the power of luck with the second-level strength, it's impossible!"
The next moment, the middle-aged man broke through the wall, turned into a stream of light, and headed straight for the grand building in the center of the city.
A strange scene occurred in Yangcheng.
Three hundred thousand people all closed their eyes and smiled, as if they were in a dream.
Even those soldiers were in the same situation.
In the entire city, only the atavistic people were still awake.
They stared blankly at this scene, horrified in their hearts.
Is this... a miracle?
Looking at the mesmerized crowd, Li Xiang nodded slightly and turned to leave.
Fudo Myoyo has always been known to the world for his chastising persona, his ability to subjugate demons and evil spirits, but as a Buddha, he naturally also has the side of saving all sentient beings.
Li Xiang is a man who knows how to repay his kindness. He converted all his wishes into merit and returned it to the 300,000 people in Yangcheng. This was considered the last thing he did for the city.
With this merit added to the body, citizens may not be able to turn bad luck into good luck, but they can still avoid some common diseases and dangers.
Feeling the empty sea of consciousness, Li Xiang sighed quietly.
If so much wish power were absorbed and refined by myself, my realm would probably be improved by another level.
Although he did not regret returning these wishes to the people of Yangcheng, he still felt a little empty in his heart.
But then I thought about it again.
As powerful as the eight war gods who rule the country, they all rely on their own powerful talents and will to advance.
But as for me, I am only at the second level, and I am actually relying on external forces.
When we enter the third level or the fourth level in the future, who can we rely on?
Thinking of this, Li Xiang's eyes became determined.
[Purpose all sentient beings, compatibility degree 2%]
[Strong character, like King Ming who is immovable, compatibility degree 5%]
[The current compatibility is 86%, unlocking the ‘Eight Great Vajra Boys’]
Li Xiang entered the sea of consciousness and transformed into the golden body of King Fudo Ming.
In the Buddha's light, eight vajra boy bodies condensed.
"See Fudo Myogozu."
The eight boys put their hands together and saluted respectfully.
Li Xiang looked around and saw that these eight Vajra boys had different looks and costumes. The expressions on their faces were angry, happy, sad and happy, but without exception, they all exuded a powerful aura. Their strength should be at the second level.
About six or seven grades.
Especially the two boys at the front have reached the second level and eighth level.
Moreover, what surprised Li Xiang was that the auras of these eight Vajra boys were connected together, and there was a vague vision of transcending the second level.
However, the eyes of these eight Vajra boys were slightly cloudy and their expressions were a little dull, as if they were not yet fully enlightened.
The names of the eight boys automatically appeared in Li Xiang's mind. He nodded to the two boys at the front and said, "Jin Jialuo, Zhi Zhajia, come here."
The two boys, Jin Jilao and Zhi Zhajia, stepped forward subconsciously.
Li Xiang handed the demon-subduing pestle to Jin Jialuo and the diamond sword to Zhizhajia.
The two boys took the magic weapon and stood beside Li Xiang.
Li Xiang looked at the remaining six Vajra boys and said slowly: "I will teach you the Immovable Mantra and the Fourteen Root Seals. You should practice hard and don't slack off."
He waved his hand casually, and in the space of the sea of consciousness, the Buddha's light condensed lines of golden mantras and fourteen kinds of handprint patterns, which were extremely mysterious.
Looking at these mantras, mantras, and hand seals, the eyes of the eight Vajra boys all flashed with light, and they began to practice eagerly.
As mantras and mantras were recited from their mouths.
Handprints are formed one by one.
The auras of the eight vajra boys are increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, Li Xiang left the consciousness sea space and returned to the Beicheng defense army camp.
Leaning at the door was a woman wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses.
Li Xiang was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward. Before Su Jinnian could say anything, he handed over the demon rope, "It's for you."
