The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The Buddha in the city of qulan moved and moved his whole body. Beside the south Li River, lime woke up from healing and left.

At the same time, in the army of northern Mongolia, there was also a war report about the destruction of mijieshan in front of the table of Lingyue, which made the atmosphere of the whole camp dull.

"Commander, will your majesty be in danger?" he said with a worried look.

"Can't" all listen to the moon shook his head, bright moon not only won't be dangerous, but also will be a blessing in disguise, be sent back.

It is well known that the moon is in the hands of Ning Chen, and so is the abbot of duer temple. In the current situation, everyone in northern Mongolia, Yongye temple, and the Buddhist kingdom hopes that the other side can contribute more to share the pressure of the battlefield.

There is no doubt that whether Mingyue will return to northern Mongolia has a great influence on northern Mongolia. The abbot of duer Temple knows this better than anyone else. He will only try his best to save Mingyue and send her back instead of taking the opportunity to coerce her.

None of them has the strength to fight against Daxia independently. At this time, no one will be stupid enough to destroy the alliance relationship.

In this world, there are not many wise people, but not many fools. If the abbot of duer temple can't understand such a simple truth, he will be a Buddha in the world.

Ning Chen has been sitting in front of the broken Buddha for a whole day, looking at the three things he has taken out of the secret room: a scroll of martial arts, a bottle of Buddha's elixir, and a golden dagger.

"Come person" rather Chen opens a way.

"In" one of the guards came forward and saluted respectfully.

"Go and bring the four monks here"

"yes" the soldiers of the forbidden army took the order and immediately walked towards the main hall.

Before long, four soldiers escorted four monks to the Buddha and stood aside, waiting for the next order.

Ning Chen gets up and doesn't say anything, right hand coagulates sword finger, frost China light falls, a point to one of monks.

"Er"

when Tanzhong was broken, a long and painful hum rang out in the mouth of Buddha Vajra, and blood flowed down from his mouth.

Seeing this, the four imperial guards were shocked and couldn't tell. Although their body was abandoned, their physical strength remained the same. How could they be hurt so easily.

"Sure enough"

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Vajra not bad body skill recorded how to repair 360 acupoints around his body, but he never mentioned Tanzhong acupoint in the middle of his chest.

There is no perfect skill in the world. No matter how strong the body is, there is still something that can't be repaired. A hole in sandalwood is the biggest flaw.

No wonder all the Buddhist monks he met always put one hand on his chest. That's the reason.

However, in addition to this, there was another thing that he was very concerned about, which was the golden dagger he took out from the secret room.

Since the abbot of duer Temple put it in such an important place, there must be something unusual about it.

Moreover, he clearly felt that there was an indescribable force in the sword, but it was forced by another force.

There is no doubt that the power of suppression is the authentic Buddhist power of Buddhism, which is very powerful, at least at the innate level.

"What's this?" Ning Chen takes a golden dagger and goes to another Buddha Vajra and asks.

"Amitabha" Buddha Vajra hands together, mouth read the Buddha's name, is not willing to reveal half a sentence.

"Don't tell me, right?" Ning Chen sneered, and he liked to be hard mouthed. "Come on, break his Tanzhong cave, and then dig a pit to bury him. Remember, don't bury him over your chest"

"yes," a forbidden soldier came forward and carried him away.

"And you?" Ning Chen goes to the next Buddha Vajra and asks calmly.

"This is the holy instrument of Buddhism," the Buddhist King Kong said in response.

"For what?" Ning Chen continues to ask a way.

"It's just a keepsake. It doesn't have any special function," replied Vajra.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ning Chen light saw a monk in front of the body, suddenly way.

Buddha and Vajra were stunned and did not react for a moment.

"Take away, just like that one," Ning Chen ordered.

"Yes," another soldier came and took him away.

Ning Chen went to the last Buddhist Vajra and said indifferently, "you're the only one left. My patience is limited. I'll just give you one chance. Let's talk about it just now"

"this sword is called blood grain sword. It's not a Buddhist thing, but a magic weapon. At the beginning of Buddhism, it was obtained by the first abbot of our temple. It was suppressed in duer Temple by Buddhism for 300 years, and finally came to an end Seal the demonic nature and become a holy soldier of Buddhism "

the last Buddha King Kong sighed deeply and read a Buddha's name silently.

"That's all?" Ning Chen asks a way.

"Only so many" Buddha King Kong nodded.

"Can the seal be undone?" Ning Chen asks at will.

"Can't" Buddha Vajra's eyes flashed a trace of confusion, denied."Take away" Ning Chen cold voice way.

"Yes," the soldiers came forward and took the last Buddha King Kong away.

After getting this little information, Ning Chen thought about it and said, "come here"

"here" a forbidden officer came and said respectfully.

"Take people to the main hall and the back hall to continue to search, especially the secret room, to see if you can find anything suspicious again," Ning Chen said in a deep voice.

"Yes," the soldiers saluted and left immediately.

With that, Ning Chen came to the place where the three monks were buried with a golden dagger and waited quietly.

Mountain is a stone mountain. It's not easy to find a place with soil. However, the construction of temples is always inseparable from soil. How can there be no soil for so many temples on the mountain.

The three were buried a hundred feet away from the Great Buddha. The Tanzhong cave in the middle of their chest had been broken. Under the pressure of the earth, they kept bleeding.

"The wound is too big, next time pay attention to" rather Chen swept one eye next to three soldiers, said.

"Yes," the three soldiers said.

Ning Chen stepped forward, looked at the three monks and said calmly, "how do you feel? Is it OK? There is only about 4000 milliliters of blood in people's body. If you lose more than one third of it, you will fall into a coma, and if you lose more than half of it, you will die. Of course, you can't understand it. Let me tell you this. After a while, you will feel empty, auditory hallucinations, and fantasies. At that time, you will also feel lonely It's not far from death. However, you used to be martial people, and you can survive more than ordinary people. How can you endure for half an hour "

" Amitabha "three people closed their eyes immediately with a Buddha's name.

"Good" Ning Chen gave a cold smile. He was not worried. Death was not terrible. What was terrible was the process of waiting for death. As long as these three people were not real Buddhas, he did not believe that no one would waver.

"Hou, is that useful?" A soldier asked in a low voice.

"You'll know later." Ning Chen calmly replied that people's biggest fear is the unknown, and this fear will be magnified infinitely in the process of waiting for death. Before long, these three people can clearly feel that their lives are running away from their bodies bit by bit. The fear of death brought by that emptiness can not be tolerated by all people, and it will be a test at that time When they are testing the Buddha's heart.

A quarter of an hour later, the land in front of the three Buddhists had been completely dyed red by blood, and they became a piece of red. Their faces began to pale, and their blood color gradually faded.

Ning Chen put the golden dagger in front of the three and stood patiently waiting.

He doesn't believe it. These three monks are really not afraid of death. If they were other people, maybe he would still believe it, but these bald donkeys are absolutely impossible.

The reason is very simple. They don't believe in Buddhism. The monks on the maijie mountain know better than anyone whether their Buddhas exist or not. Even the miracles of Buddhism are created by them. How can people who even believe in Buddhism be really afraid of death.

Two quarters of an hour later, the whole body of the three people began to tremble, their lips turned white, and on their foreheads, a little sweat appeared, and it was still increasing.

Almost, Ning Chen eyes slightly narrowed, the real test now begins.

Three quarters of an hour later, the three were still struggling, but their eyes closed and their faces began to show a touch of fear unconsciously.

At this time, the soldiers who went to search the secret room came back. They were about to speak, but they were stopped by Ning Chen.

"Search how, have what discovery" rather Chen asks a way.

The generals understood and said, "tell the Marquis, find some clues. Brothers want to ask the Marquis to have a look"

"well, I'll go now. These three people are useless. If they don't want to say it, they will be buried after the blood is dry." Ning Chen ordered coldly.

"Yes" the three soldiers standing on one side respectfully took orders.

After giving orders, Ning Chen pulls up the golden dagger stained with blood mud on the ground and immediately turns to leave.

"Said the poor monk At this moment, finally someone could not bear the torture of death fear, opened his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Oh? It seems that someone is aware of the current affairs. "Ning Chen stopped and said with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth," save him and bury the other two "

" yes, "the three soldiers responded.

"Poor monk also said" at this time, another one opened his eyes and said in fear.

If the rest of you show anger, you will swear.

However, the curse can never be uttered. Ning Chen's figure flashed and came to him in an instant. Then he slammed his head and body into the earth.

"Bury him, the remaining two people bring over" rather Chen look cold way, finish saying, turn round to walk toward the back temple.

The two Buddhists were dug out. A moment later, they were escorted to the back hall.

"Tell me, what's the origin of this dagger, and how to untie the seal?" Ning Chen glanced at them and said.

A Buddhist Vajra's face flashed a look of guilt and said in a low voice, "the origin of the sword is recorded on a stone slab in the basement of the secret room, and the method to remove the seal is also on it.""Where is the specific position of the slate?" Ning Chen asked again.

"The poor monk can take the Marquis to find him," another Buddhist Vajra said in a hurry.

"Lead the way" Ning Chen light way.

They did not dare to resist and walked honestly towards the chamber of secrets.