Fang La came out with a big smile and even changed his name.
Before Li Yu could say anything, he was dragged forward by him, and soon he came to the entrance of an tunnel.
"Everything you want is inside, I haven't touched it at all."
Li Yu rubbed his hands and said, "Of course Prince Ming's character is trustworthy."
He took out a flame crystal box from his arms and handed it to Fang La. After the latter opened it, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's really the Samadhi Fire Spirit!"
Samadhi Divine Fire is already one of the most lethal fires in the world, much stronger than the Netherworld Fire in the Fire Jue that Li Yu is currently using.
But Li Yu, like all his things, has a high upper limit and plasticity.
As his cultivation level increases, his power will also increase, but Samadhi Divine Fire is different. It is at its peak when it is born and will not change in any way with the user's cultivation level...
Li Yu doesn't have anything like this in his body. Whether it's spiritual power or magic weapon, he pursues something that can grow.
The four people came to the tunnel and found that they were surrounded by hanging people. A closer look showed that these people were covered in bruises and hung in the air with painful expressions.
Among them are mountains of treasures.
The only person standing in the tunnel was a grey-haired old woman with a square head and big ears, a nose like an aquiline, and a very deep outline. Her rough face was covered with strange warts, and there were pockmarks at the end of her eyes and cheekbones.
There were also large dark brown spots, and the appearance was very ugly; although the body was a little stooped, the shoulders and arms were thick and tight, the frame was very thick, and the back was almost the same as that of a man.
If you didn't look carefully, you would have thought you were in hell. This is Po Meng.
Li Yu said in astonishment: "What are these?"
"They are all monks from the Jokhang Temple. The withered bones you see in the desert belong to a group of monks. Those of a slightly higher rank are all here." Fang La said with a smile.
"Is this what you want?"
Before Fang La could speak, the old woman said: "These people have committed countless sins, how can we let them die so easily. Each of them needs to suffer here until the last trace of life dries up."
After she finished speaking, she laughed ruefully, and her laughter made people get goosebumps in broad daylight.
Only then did Li Yu notice that a strange liquid was flowing on the skin of these hanging monks. Their expressions were distorted, but there was no sound left in their long mouths, and there was no sound in their dry mouths.
The teeth and the place where the tongue should be exposed are actually empty, leaving only a short ball of flesh.
Fang La pointed to a monk in the middle and said, "This is the reincarnated soul boy. He has committed the worst sins. I will make sure that his life is worse than death and he will suffer here forever."
Li Yu shuddered. The monks of the Jokhang Temple did not regard human beings as human beings, and they had enslaved many living beings. They had been in Tubo for many years, and they could be said to be superior to others, even more noble than the nobles of Tubo.
They never expected that they would meet someone more evil than them. It turns out that evil people still need to be punished by evil people. Compared with Fang La, they are not even cruel.
Soon, the four of them looked from the monks around to the treasures in the room.
Li Yu stretched out his hand and a white light flashed, and all these things were placed in the Fengyue Treasure Mirror.
Li Yu was very satisfied and said with a smile: "If you want anything in the future, King Ming, just tell me and we can discuss the price. This time King Ming is so generous, I will definitely give you a profit next time."
Fang La smiled and said, "That's easy to say!"
The four of them, Li Yu, were satisfied and couldn't wait to go out and share the treasure equally. Halfway through, Li Yu turned around and said, "By the way, Buddhism is constantly fighting within itself. I heard that Tantric Buddhism is one of the very important forces, and now you have taken over it.
You have to be careful about someone taking revenge."
Fang La smiled and said, "I'm just afraid they won't come."
"Confident enough." Li Yu said with a smile: "Prince Ming, we are destined to meet again!"
This place was very uncomfortable. Although Li Yu wished that these monks would suffer and pay for their sins, he still felt jealous after seeing it with his own eyes. Fang La was really not an ordinary person who hated evil so much.
Once most people embark on this path of spiritual practice, they will gradually become selfish and unfeeling. They only care about their own cultivation, whether they can live forever, and whether they can live forever.
People like Li Yu and Fang La are rare, because generally speaking, the more selfish monks are, the easier it is to survive, and over time the other type will be eliminated.
Fang La would rather take a huge risk to assassinate Zhao Ji; Li Yu would kill him as soon as he heard the little demon telling him how he had eaten young children. This is the same truth.
Suddenly, Fang La asked from behind: "Brother Li Yu, can you take the liberty to ask me what you saw in Tianzi Tower?"
Li Yu stopped and was silent for a moment, and then said immediately: "All wars and disasters will return to peace, but this requires a great man."
"Who did you see?" Fang La asked excitedly: "Did you see it clearly? Is there any fog?"
Li Yu smiled and said: "You see clearly, that person is myself."
Fang La suddenly laughed excitedly, his eyes flashed with tears, and he clapped his hands.
Li Yu smiled and walked out of the tunnel with the other three people.
After they went out, the tunnel door slowly closed, and Fang La's smiling face slowly disappeared.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the neck of the Dalai Lama who was hanging next to him. The fifth Dalai Lama's face turned red and slowly turned purple.
He slowly let go of his hand, but there was no trace of relief on the Dalai Lama's face. He longed for death more than ever.
Now, he slowly remembered the first concubine he tortured and killed when he was young.
It was in the main hall. On a smooth stone platform in the hall, a naked girl's limbs were spread out like the word "big", and her wrists and ankles were locked with iron rings. Her chest could not help shaking, and her two thin legs
Her straight, white skin and flat belly looked like a white mouse turned over on its back. There was no expression on her face, but she couldn't stop crying.
He was only five years old at that time and had just been selected as a soul boy to concoct his own female flesh lotus body. This concubine was not chosen randomly. She first had to go through one hundred and eight vajra pestles to pierce the lotus; and then nine hundred and ninety-eight.
Pickling of poisonous insects and herbs for eleven days;
Then use slow fire for nine steamings and nine refinings; finally, after 2918 days, you have to cut the lotus. When you cut the lotus, there is no blood or flesh. No blood can be seen, and what is cut is no longer flesh. If you see blood at this time,
It means that the preparation was not successful and all the previous efforts were wasted.
Until the flesh lotus is finally made, people must be alive. If you die before cutting the lotus, all your previous efforts will be wasted! The preparation is completed, but the flesh lotus has not yet completed its merits and has to be finely polished by monks with merit.
After nine years of kneading, it will be as round and pliable as the ancestral magical artifact that has been passed down for thousands of years. Only then will it be considered complete.
He held a sharp knife and said with a smile: "Have you ever seen what your lotus heart looks like? When I cut open your lower abdomen, I can show it to you!"
Was this the same kind of despair she felt at that time?
