Chapter 110: Captive, Detention, Tribulation Field
The monk came with such force that Xuan Shen did not dare to attack him directly, so he used Qinggong to retreat and retreat.
The Lingre Palms were struck out continuously, and as the palms changed, it seemed as if a red lotus blossomed out of thin air.
Xuan Shen saw that the lama's feet were not flexible in kung fu, so he frequently dodged to his side, and pointed at the key points all over the monk's body, and the energy broke through the air. This was the sixth-level martial arts loving heart finger of Jingye Temple, using compassion as a guide.
Because, only take people, not kill.
However, the Vajra Sect member was very clever. He raised his palm and waved his sleeves, and the body-protecting energy circulated to withstand the force of his fingers.
Between the two of them, one was superb in movement and the other was well-guarded. Neither of them could stand a chance against them, and the situation became a stalemate.
When the lama saw that he could not fight for a long time, he suddenly became restless and impatient. With one careless move, the monk hit the Zusanli point on his right hand. He immediately felt soreness and numbness in his legs and sluggish qi and blood, and he was unable to catch up with Xuan Shen.
So the monk used his loving-kindness fingers one after another to seal the lama's acupuncture points little by little.
What a good monk, just listening to him reciting the mandala mantra, the body-protecting Qi increased again and again, and Xuan Shen's finger power could no longer penetrate the invisible Qi shield outside his body.
"That monk! If you don't stop, Lord Buddha will have all those despicable Chabas killed!"
Xuan Shen's heart tightened when he saw that the followers had drawn out their steel knives and thrust the blades towards the necks of the villagers.
"Okay! I, the poor monk, stop now! Don't harm innocent people!"
The lama smiled evilly, rushed up and gave Xuan Shen a hard slap, sending his thin body flying far away. The monk fell to the ground, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. He tried to stand up but was unable to do anything.
When the villagers saw that the reinforcements had failed, they were immediately devastated. Some cried loudly, some begged for mercy, and some glared at the bandits. For a time, they were in the most negative state.
Monk Xuan Shen was lying on the ground, surrounded by dust, watching the blue sky and flowing clouds, and listening to the thumping sound of blood hitting his eardrums. He suddenly felt that it was good to be like this, so he gave up his life to be with the sun, moon and stars.
The next moment, the evil lama lifted Xuan Shen up, sealed several key points on his chest, temporarily stopped the bleeding, and then pinched off his limbs one by one.
Xuan Shen cried out in pain and was dripping with cold sweat.
Over there, Sanjie let out a roar, pulled out a shiny dagger, and rushed over. The short blade slashed at the exposed back of the lama's neck like cold lightning. However, there was only a dull sound, and the snow-white blade was like cutting on the back of the lama's neck.
It was just like a piece of oil-soaked cowhide, and it slid open without any harm to the lama.
"Hmph!" Fan Monk waved back with a light palm. Sanjie tried to dodge but was unable to catch it. His right arm was hit by the wind of the palm. The bones were broken immediately and he fell to the ground. His face was pale in pain and he could not scream.
Among the bound villagers, Dolma screamed like a jackdaw, mourning.
Xuan Shen lowered his eyes, "Why... why is it necessary? We are both disciples of Buddhism..."
"Haha! Just because the Buddha is happy! Monk, I heard that you have bewitched these bad guys. You are violating a taboo!" Monk said with a satisfied smile on his face, "In this vast snowy area, who knows?
Our Wuliang Vajra Sect is the authentic sect of Buddhism. You, the original monks, talk about crooked ways all day long to confuse the public. Now, these bad guys will die, and you will die even more!"
Xuan Shen shed tears and looked miserable, "It turns out it was the poor monk who harmed them!"
"It's good to know. Now I can go on the road with peace of mind. The mercy of Lord Buddha is not in vain. Come on, handcuff him and take him to Qinzhou together."
The crowds being pulled, the prisoners bound by ropes, like the cattle and horses wearing nose rings and saddles, were pulled by them, running quickly, stirring up sand and dust. On the plateau, this was already a torture.
Only then did Xuan Shen understand why they had chased for three days before meeting this group of people. The reason was simple: the lama was forcing the villagers to move in a hurry.
He was carried on horseback, and while running up and down, his bones were broken and hit, and his heart was in severe pain. However, he still cheered up and scanned the villagers. As expected, there were many elderly people missing.
Nameless anger burned in his chest, but the anger came from the pain of powerlessness, and he was also powerless and powerless!
The lama and Xuan Shen were riding together. At this time, the blocked acupuncture points were opened by using their skills, and they felt better, but they heard a murmur in their ears.
"Namo...the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Deer Yuan Bodhisattva."
"Namo...the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Deer Yuan Bodhisattva."
"I hope the Bodhisattva will take pity on the world..."
The lama frowned and thought: "This monk from the east is really stubborn. The so-called famous and upright sects are all such weak people...Who is this Luyuan Bodhisattva?"
He then asked Xuan Shen, "Monk! In which apocryphal book does the bird Bodhisattva you speak of appear in?"
Xuan Shen's face became increasingly sad, and he did not answer, but kept reciting the Bodhisattva's name.
The lama felt bored and shut up bitterly.
The sound of horse hooves was mixed with footsteps, panting, howling, and scolding. The sun was scorching, the air was thin, and dust was flying all over the sky. Xuan Shen slowly forgot everything and the pain. His mind was empty, and he felt that he was falling.
The soul falls faster than the body.
Xuan Shen came to a quiet lake. The dome of the house on a starry and moonlit night was reflected on the lake. What was strange was that there was a sun in the sky.
The sun did not shine out its rays.
The night can keep its mysterious veil.
Xuan Shen was walking on the lake when someone suddenly called him.
"master!"
He is a young novice monk.
"This junior brother is so polite, may I ask why?"
Moto said: "Senior brother, don't you still know where you are?"
Xuan Shen saw that the novice monk had no expression on his face and seemed not to be a kind person. He immediately felt sad and thought: "So the young monk has come to the underworld of reincarnation? This young monk must have taken me to reincarnation. I pity the villagers. I actually
Not one rescued..."
When Benyou saw him crying, he said that he was too excited. He didn't expect Xuan Shen to say, "Please take the young monk to see the King of Hell."
"..."
Here, the lama has already brought a group of prisoners to Qinzhou City and asked the city lord to call everyone. He stood on a high platform and publicly told the public about the evil things of heretics who were disrupting Buddhism. This immediately aroused people's indignation. The believers wanted to kill these thieves who insulted Buddhism.
Stoned to death.
When the crowd really surged like a wave, there was a sudden thunder.
"The evildoers of Shaolin are here! Who dares to hurt my Buddhist disciples!"
Everyone was shocked. They looked back and saw a group of muscular bald monks standing on the towering city wall of Qinzhou. The leader was glowing with golden light and was holding a long staff. He looked like a Buddha statue in a temple and was inviolable.
The monks on the wall chanted the Buddha's name in unison, "Amitabha!" The sound was like an ancient bell, vibrating endlessly.
The lama was frightened but did not panic. It turned out that his Vajra Sect had a station in Qinzhou. This group of monks had come to rob the Dharma place quietly. However, as soon as he shouted, a group of red-robed men wearing cockscomb hats came out.
Fanseng.
A lama wearing the robes of King Ming held a blue-eyed ghost-headed sword and responded loudly, "King of Vajra Sect Qiongda Surang holds the pass! Whoever comes will suffer death!"
I saw him leaping tens of feet in one vertical jump, as if he had shrunk to an inch. He was using the magical foot power of the sixth level of martial arts. Such ordinary skills on Qiongda Sulang's body were also otherworldly, and his speed was so fast.
, no less than those famous fourth-level light skills.
The monks in the Central Plains saw the menacing approach of the Tantric Ming King and did not dare to take it lightly. Zen Master Zi Ni and three other Shaolin elders stepped forward to resist Qiongda Sulang.
The remaining monks also rushed into the crowd and rushed towards the high platform of the Dharma Field, but were stopped by other monks.
Naqiong Dasurang was surrounded by four masters. He only smiled coldly and slashed with his sword.
Zi Ni used Wei Tuo's magic wand technique, and the strong energy flowed across the sky, with great strength, and struck the ghost-headed sword, sparks flickering brightly.
The other three people hurriedly used their methods to attack Qiongda Surang's vital points. They waved the three Zen staffs like crazy, showing no mercy!
The King Ming of the Tantric Sect saw that Zi Ni's behavior was restrained and he was afraid that it would be difficult to defeat the enemy for a while, while the other three were fierce and would lose if they defended for a long time.
There was an eminent monk who had extensive knowledge and said anxiously: "Be careful! This monk is going to do something dangerous!"
Before he finished speaking, Naqionda Sulang shouted loudly.
"!"
It was exactly the six-character mantra of Buddhism. As soon as Fang uttered it, golden light suddenly blazed, and the air waves rolled around his body. With boundless powerful blessings, the four eminent monks felt that Qiongda Sulang in front of them suddenly transformed into a red-faced, blue-mouthed man with three eyes and eight arms.
The God King with angry eyes flew forward like a waterfall from the sky and fell to the ground, unstoppable.
This is the Six Divine Mighty Swords of the second level martial arts of the Vajra Sect!
The situation was unstoppable, Zen Master Zi Ni rushed forward, and a golden bell appeared around him. He struck with a big sword, and the bell vibrated, and the sound stopped the moving clouds.