Fakong's eyes suddenly became unfathomable, like a bottomless ancient well that was about to swallow her up.
She felt a chill in her heart.
"The acupuncture points are sealed," Fakong said.
Lin Feiyang kicked her on the shoulder and sealed her acupuncture points again.
Fakong looked at her for a moment, his eyes recovered, then suddenly became blank again, and he looked at the old woman blankly.
The old woman felt numb in her heart due to his strange behavior.
Chu Xiang on the side vaguely knew that these were probably two kinds of magical powers.
The so-called one-pass, all-powerful master means that Master Fakong not only knows one kind of magical power, but may possess five kinds of magical powers in Buddhism.
Fakong shook his head slightly, his eyes returned to normal, and he sighed: "Since you don't want to say it, I will tell it for you."
There was a sneer and joking in the old woman's eyes.
"You don't want to go to Shenjing to spread your plague, which is called Three Days of Drunkenness in the Underworld, right?"
The old woman's face changed slightly.
Even though her acupuncture points were sealed and the muscles on her face were stiff and unable to move, the changes in her expression could still be seen through the slight changes in her eyes.
Fakong continued: "These five people were your disciples from Huangquan Valley, and they were dead soldiers."
"Alas..." Fakong sighed: "What a Huangquan Valley. It takes death as its pride and its secret realm. The distortion of its concepts is really shocking."
The old woman's eyes revealed a sneer and disdain, as if she was looking at a fool.
Fakong shook his head and said: "The disciples of Huangquan Valley change their physiques through secret methods, and reproduce the secret medicine of Huangquan that matches yours, thereby stimulating the three-day drunkenness of Huangquan."
He sighed: "Three Days of Drunkenness in the Underworld is a secret technique that is the most sinister and poisonous in the world. It will harm the peace of heaven. You dare not use it in Dayong, but King Chun gave you a secret order at the cost of a forbidden land.
, I order you to come to Daqian Shenjing to perform."
The sneer in the old woman's eyes grew thicker, concealing her shock.
Fakong said: "What a pity, you are too greedy! ... You not only want to kill people, but you also want to kill more people. You also want to shake the people of Daqian and kill the victims first, thereby shaking the world.
The cruelty of Daqian was disheartened, and thus alienated from morality. At the same time, through the deaths of these victims, the power of Huangquan Three Days Drunk was increased dozens of times, thus destroying Daqian Shenjing in one fell swoop, killing two birds with one stone!"
Three Days of Drunkenness is just like the virus in the previous life. After various infections, the virus will evolve into a super virus, which can even be dozens of times more powerful, contagious faster, and fatal faster.
The three-day drunkenness of hell originally took three days, but later it only took three-quarters of an hour or even a few minutes. There was no cure and death was inevitable.
The old woman could no longer hide her shock and stared at Fakong.
Fakong sighed: "Yellow Spring Valley... such a vicious place should not exist in the world!"
"Mourn! Heart! Sick! Mad!" Chu Xiang gritted his teeth.
He never expected that there was such an inside story.
He stared at the old woman.
Fakong said: "What a good Prince Chun, this move is really poisonous. Could it be that he issued the martial arts order just to protect you?"
He frowned and pondered, looking up at the roof of the tent.
Chu Xiang's face was as gloomy as iron, and he said slowly: "Master, do you think Dayong Wulin broke into the Daxue Mountains and entered Daqian territory for an ulterior purpose?"
"It's impossible to just test the defense of Daxue Mountain and then consume the power of Dayong Wulin." Fakong said.
Chu Xiang frowned: "We know too little about Dayong now, and the foreign minister in green is too incompetent and incompetent!"
Fa Kong did not agree.
Ning Zhenzhen is still in the Green Foreign Affairs Department and should have been reused by now. After all, he caused such a big mess and there is no way to take away the credit.
"Monk, she can't survive." Lin Feiyang suddenly said.
Fakong looked at the old woman and shook his head: "She has poisoned herself a long time ago, and there is no cure."
The old woman's face turned blue and her eyes were bloodshot.
Her eyes were bulging out, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets at any moment, and her face showed a look of wanting to speak but still holding back.
Chu Xiang said: "Master, listen to what she has to say?"
Fakong shook his head and said: "She will shout "The King of England has mistaken me" before she dies, and half of the camp can hear it."
Chu Xiang's face changed slightly: "So vicious?"
The old woman stared at Fakong in disbelief.
Fa Kong said in a warm voice: "Poor monk Fa Kong, the abbot of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, if you want to take revenge under the underworld, you might as well come to me."
Blood slowly oozed from the left corner of the old woman's mouth.
Then blood oozed out from the corner of his right eye, then from his left ear, and then from both nostrils, bleeding out in sequence.
His face became hideous and terrifying, and he died of anger.
With the secret method of underworld, no one can stop you from dying, and you will die very quickly. Of course, you can also be resurrected.
Fakong shook his head: "I'll help you, poor monk."
He formed a seal with his left hand and raised his right palm, emitting light that enveloped the old woman.
Chu Xiang found it difficult to understand.
Fakong said lightly: "What they emphasize is to enter the secret realm of the underworld after death, and they will be immortal from then on. The poor monk wants to transcend her and ascend to heaven without entering the secret realm of the underworld. Such a vicious person is not worthy of having his wish come true!... Amitabha Buddha
, the poor monk lost his composure."
"Master did the right thing!" Chu Xiang said solemnly.
He strongly agreed with this sentence. Such a vicious person did not deserve to have his wishes come true. He wanted to enter the secret realm of the underworld after death, but her wish was not achieved!
In the light, the soul floated up and turned into a small light person, and then began to struggle, trying to escape from the Great Light Spell.
Unfortunately, under the light, she involuntarily turned into a white light that shot straight into the sky and disappeared.
Fakong estimated that the underworld secret technique she practiced would affect the soul. Under such circumstances, flying into the sky would cause the soul to fly away.
"Amitabha!" Fa Kong smiled.
She gained the old woman's memory.
Ji Hongying.
I was born in Huangquan Valley since I was a child, so I accepted the unique concept of Huangquan Valley. Death is eternity, and living is just a short-term dream, so don't worry too much.
The eternal paradise for the disciples of Huangquan Valley is the secret realm of Huangquan. They will reach this realm after death. From then on, there will be no death, only happiness.
After death, you enter the Underworld Secret Realm, but there are also high and low statuses in the Underworld Secret Realm. The one who determines your status is the Underworld Secret Technique, the Underworld Soul Cleansing Technique.
There are nine levels in the Underworld Soul Cleansing Technique. The higher the level, the higher the status in the Underworld Secret Realm.
For disciples of the Underworld Valley, living is to practice the Underworld Soul Cleansing Technique, in order to live more comfortably in the eternal underworld secret realm, and work hard for a short period of a hundred years to gain eternal status.
Practicing the Soul Cleansing Art of Underworld requires killing people.
The moment a person dies, the aura of underworld arises. After half an hour, the aura of underworld dissipates.
Swallowing the energy of the underworld is the fundamental practice of the underworld soul-cleansing technique.
Ji Hongying is already one hundred and three years old and has already entered the seventh level. If she can succeed this time, she will be able to reach the eighth level, and even hope to reach the ninth level.
If you enter the secret realm of Huangquan in a state of perfection, you will directly rise to the top, and your life will be extremely comfortable.
Fakong shook his head and sighed, a look of vicissitudes of life flashed in his eyes.
After Ji Hongying's life, he was exhausted. If it weren't for the existence of the Medicine Buddha statue, he would have gone crazy now.
Ji Hongying killed too many people in his life.
Old people, children, young men and women, they will kill everything.
According to the concept of Huangquan Valley, people killed by the secret techniques of Huangquan will enter the secret realm of Huangquan after death and become ordinary people in the secret realm of Huangquan.
Therefore, when disciples of the Underworld Valley kill people, they don't feel that they are killing people at all. They just feel that they are sending them into the Underworld Secret Realm, recruiting people for the Underworld Secret Realm, and strengthening the Underworld Secret Realm.
They don't feel that they are cruel, but that they are doing good things.
Fakong experienced Ji Hongying's long and short life.
Ji Hongying lived for a long time to be one hundred and three years old.
Ji Hongying had almost no other experiences in her short life, only practicing martial arts and killing people, which was as boring as one day for more than a hundred years.
Because I only regard life as a short-lived dream, there is no need to invest emotions, I just need to practice hard.
And the best way to practice martial arts is to kill people.
After killing so many people, I didn't feel guilty or uneasy at all. Instead, I was satisfied and proud.
This distorted concept chilled him.
"Master?" Chu Xiang interrupted his meditation.
Fakong sighed: "Your Majesty, her body contains highly toxic substances. Ordinary people cannot touch it, burn it or bury it."
"How to deal with it?"
"Water bubbles."
"...Water?"
"Lin Feiyang, go buy some medicinal materials." He waved.
Lin Feiyang came closer.
Fakong once again formed a sword gesture with his index and middle fingers, and gently raised his eyebrows to Lin Fei.
Lin Feiyang was in a trance.
Fakong retracted his fingers: "Go and come back quickly."
"Don't worry, it will be soon!" Lin Feiyang disappeared without a trace in a flash.
Chu Xiang said: "Master, what will happen if this body is buried directly?"
"The corpses will turn into poisonous gas, which will penetrate quickly and turn a mountain into a mountain of death. The escaping birds and beasts will carry the poisonous gas and spread, with unpredictable consequences."
What's more important is that she can be resurrected within three days.
"It's so scary?"
"Yellow Spring Valley..." Fakong shook his head: "It's a hundred times scarier than you imagine, my lord."
"How can such a sect exist?"
"Before this, I didn't know that there was such a sect in the world." Fakong shook his head: "I'm afraid even the three major sects don't know of its existence."
"Terrible." Chu Xiang shook his head and sighed.
Guys like this are really hard to guard against. They can't even think of these tricks and they will definitely fall into them.
Don't say anything else.
If we don't know the details and bury this old woman in this mountain, then the camp halfway up the mountain will be in danger.
"Master." Chu Xiang said, "You are right not to go to the palace."
Fakong smiled: "Your Majesty, I understand. In fact, the Emperor also has scruples. If you think about it, you will know that no one wants to have someone with supernatural powers around them, especially the Emperor."
If you are an ordinary person or a weak person, you would like your friend to have great powers, but the emperor and ordinary people have different views.
Suspicion is the instinct of an emperor.
But today's emperor is wise, powerful, and arbitrary, and will never allow others to see through him.
Therefore, I am afraid that I don't like myself that much, and may even be very afraid of myself, an eminent monk with magical powers.
It's better not to meet.
Chu Xiang said: "The master's magical power should be kept outside the palace to benefit the world."
Fakong shook his head and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, this poor monk just wants to be free and at ease, but he doesn't want to benefit the world."
"This is also true." Chu Xiang smiled.
Even though he is a prince, he cannot force Master Fakong, let alone he is not willing to force him.
Lin Feiyang appeared again, carrying more than a dozen packages of medicine.
"Your Majesty, prepare a big pot and boil these." Fakong pointed to the sixteen packets of medicine.
Chu Xiang called to Yue Minghui and ordered to set up a pot.
A raging flame quickly boiled a pot of water and poured medicine into it.
When the potion becomes warm, put it into a large wooden barrel and put Ji Hongying's body in it.
As a result, people saw that Ji Hongying's body quickly became smaller, then became smaller again, and finally disappeared.
Fa Kong breathed a sigh of relief.
Ji Hongying finally disappeared, and there was no further trouble.