The whole journey to the west panicked my disciples were all sanctified

Jin Chanzi looked at the cheap father on the altar in shock.

The golden dragon of luck is mighty, and there is a golden mark rushing out from between his eyebrows, like a little golden man, madly devouring the endless rolling luck, mysterious and unpredictable.

Although Jin Chanzi couldn't see what Ying Zheng was doing, he could still feel that this cheap father was using an unimaginable secret method to change himself and the country.

Jin Chanzi was a little skeptical about life, that such an astonishing person appeared in a small mortal country, and it was his cheap old man.

"My heart replaces the heart of heaven, my will replaces the will of heaven, my seal of God!"

Ying Zheng said in a loud voice, the aura on his body was changing rapidly, as if he had embarked on another path.

His cultivation base has entered the Golden Immortal, rushing towards the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

The Supreme Treasure in "The King of Holy Kings", the Seal of My God.

After the little golden man between the eyebrows flew out, Yingzheng was bathed in the depth of the golden light. In this golden light, there seemed to be one figure after another of supreme dignity, all of whom were worshiping Yingzheng.

The holder of the God Seal of Zhen will become the unique emperor of the heavens, and can suppress any existence of "Zhen".

Similarly, for one's own country, it will bring auspiciousness and blessing to all people.

For a moment, the countless people of Daqin felt as if they had been sublimated, feeling inexplicably comfortable.

Even Jin Chanzi under the altar felt the change, his mortal body was strengthened by a mysterious force, very light.

"I... Who the hell is this cheap father?"

"Why such an astonishing method?"

Jin Chanzi's heart was full of turbulent waves, and his small face was full of tangled thoughts.

Is it...

Could it be that my cheap father is the good corpse of the Jade Emperor?

No, the Jade Emperor has no reason to go to the mortal world to be the king of a mortal dynasty.

After all, he is an existence known as the co-lord of the Three Realms.

...

At the same time, the Jade Emperor who was sitting in the Lingxiao Palace shuddered inexplicably, and had a whim for no reason.

He silently pinched his fingers to figure out the cause of this cause, but it was hazy, surrounded by clouds and fog.

"Strange... Could it be that I feel wrong?"

The Jade Emperor thought to himself, before he had time to think about it, he was interrupted by the words of His Highness and courtiers.

...

Great Qin Dynasty.

The annual sacrificial ceremony is over.

The people who came to the sacrifice ceremony receded like the tide, and Jin Chanzi followed Zheng Niangniang back to the palace in a daze.

"Tian'er, come here, I have something to say to you for my father."

Ying Zheng glanced at his chubby son and said, after finishing speaking, he turned and left.

Under Zheng Niangniang's push and push, Jin Chanzi trotted along and followed.

Came to a secret room.

Jin Chanzi panicked inexplicably, did this cheap father already know his identity?

Impossible, his identity cannot be seen by non-quasi-sages.

"Tian'er, how old are you this year?" Ying Zheng asked in a calm voice with his back turned to his son.

"Return to father... My son is over six years old this year!" Jin Chanzi replied honestly.

"Did you see what happened on the altar just now?" Ying Zheng asked again.

"Look... did you see it?" Jin Chanzi was a little confused, what did this mean, found out his identity, and wanted to kill him?

"Since I saw it... do you want to be like Father?"

Ying Zheng raised his voice a little, turned around, and looked at his son with a smile on his face.

This child didn't like to practice since he was a child, and he was taken to the altar today to show his father's majesty and make him interested in cultivation.

"Uh... I think about it a little bit." Jin Chanzi replied in a low voice, duplicity. To be honest, he didn't really think about it. The way of the emperor is not what he wants to go.

Besides, this path will not work, no matter whether this cheap father is the good corpse of the Jade Emperor or not, he will not be shaken by Jin Chanzi.

Dharma is his only belief, the white moonlight in his heart.

This life is a person of Buddhism, and death is a ghost of Buddhism.

"Okay! Since you have the heart." Ying Zheng said with a smile, took out a book with his backhand, and handed it over.

"Look at this, there is what you want in it, no matter what you realize is your creation."

Ying Zheng's tone changed, and there was a hint of a magic stick in it. He wanted to imitate what his master had said to him back then, but it was a pity that he didn't have the inner flavor.

Jin Chanzi didn't really want to look at it, but seeing the look in his father's eyes, he still took it.

He had heard it a long time ago that reading books could lead to secret techniques, and many people in the Great Qin Kingdom obtained their skills from above.

It is said that these divine scriptures were created by the master of the cheap father.

Jin Chanzi knew it well, and didn't feel that there were any profound mystical powers, they were all small ways of cultivation in the mortal world.

For him, a Buddhist genius and the second disciple of the Buddha, it is no different from a child's trick.

Besides, he was still rushing to reincarnate.

Cultivation is impossible, neither in this life nor in the next life.

Jin Chanzi thought so.

"Tian'er, take a good look here, Father will come to see you later."

Ying Zheng patted Jin Chanzi's head and walked out of the secret room.

Jin Chanzi was left alone in the secret room.

almost.

Damn it?

He has to go through ten lifetimes of penance, and he is in a hurry, and he will definitely not suffer much here.

What is he going down to earth for?

Isn't it just for the bitterness?

It has to be reopened.

Jin Chanzi made up his mind and was about to crash his head against the stone pillar next to him.

No!

He hesitated, not because he was afraid.

If he crashed to death in the secret room like this, it would not scare cheap parents to death.

You can't just die so easily.

You have to create an accident.

Jin Chanzi was sitting on the huge futon, holding his chin with one hand, while thinking.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided not to think about it. Anyway, there are many ways to die. Would it still stump him?

In the empty secret room, Jin Chanzi suddenly felt lonely.

I don't know when cheap father will come to see him.

Ugh!

Forget it, let me see what the mortal cultivation method looks like.

As the saying goes, all laws come from the same source.

No matter how weak the law is, it must have its advantages.

Thinking of this, Jin Chanzi looked at the book in front of him.

The book cover has four large characters.

"King of Holy Kings"

drink!

What a big breath.

Jin Chanzi smiled, quite disdainful, and it looked extraordinarily funny on his six-year-old face.

Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength?

Suppress hell with supreme might?

The imagination is good, but it's a pity how could this kind of exercise be possible.

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva I taught is still in hell and has not returned. He has made a great vow that hell will not be empty and that he will never become a Buddha.

There are tens of thousands of innocent souls in hell, and even more of them are reincarnated in the six realms of reincarnation.

Suppression?

wishful thinking!

The imagination is good, but it is a pity that some heaven-defying secrets cannot exist in the world.

What does Daddy Cheap give me such a book?

Did he really learn his skills from here?

Do not make jokes!

Jin Chanzi shook his head and chuckled lightly, but soon stopped laughing.

Does he seem to have figured something out?

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