Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains. Xu Qing is not a fool. He resolutely chose to practice the Vajra Dharma Eyes after careful consideration. This mental skill needs to have the power of both eyes as the basis, and is determined according to the strength of the talent of the eyes.
The strength and coverage of the mental power field, and according to the information in my mind, this mind skill also has a special aggressive nature. It is immovable and restrains all laws. Once other superpowers fall into the field of Dharma Eyes,
It's like being stuck in a quagmire, mentally restrained and unable to move forward or retreat.
The Vajra Dharma Eye is a mental skill that can restrain other powers, and the clairvoyant eye is no exception. For Xu Qing, who has lost all his inner strength, there is only one way to break it, which is to use the Dharma Eye to break the Dharma Eye, and to use the realm to challenge the realm. Although this method is successful,
The chances are low, but there is a chance.
Since you don't want to be slaughtered on the chopping board, you can only pick up a knife and risk your life. Without the inner strength, without the protection of the royal nest, you can only rely on yourself to fight. Anyway, barefoot is not afraid of wearing it.
Yes, for those who are new to practicing the Vajra Dharma Eye, it is difficult to achieve results within three to five years, but for Xu Qing, who has the clairvoyant eye as a foundation, this mental skill is definitely a quick success.
Xu Qing abandoned all distracting thoughts and began to practice the Vajra Dharma Eye with all his strength. Dharma King Zhuopu said that it would take two days to heal his injury. He only had less than forty-eight hours. He could only rely on fate to the extent he could practice, just like in a dream.
As Bodhidharma said, all evil obstacles have their own causes and consequences.
There are five Zen rooms in the south of Datuo Temple. Wang Chao was arranged to live in the middle Zen room. He asked the lama who arranged the stay that he wanted to see the owner, but he was excused by the excuse that it was inconvenient during the treatment, so he had to endure it and settle in first.
Make plans.
The Zen room was smoked with sandalwood. Wang Chao hated the smell and the sound of the lamas humming and chanting sutras, especially the buzzing sound of the lamas shaking the "mani wheel" when chanting sutras. It was like a dull knife scratching his heart.
It felt like digging. He really wanted to turn the word "Mani Lun" upside down and scold these idle lamas, but in order for his master to recover as soon as possible, Lao Hanba had to endure it.
As night fell, the lama in the Zen room next door was still shaking the Mani Wheel. Wang Chao covered his head with a quilt in the Zen room, but he couldn't fall asleep. Lao Hanba gritted his teeth and endured it, holding the Hong Kong tightly in his hand.
The soundproofing effect of this Zen room in the middle is extremely poor. There are lamas living on both sides. After one side finished reciting a paragraph, the other side continued to recite. The old Hanba, whose eyes were bleeding, had the urge to kill more than once.
"I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore, Mani wheel, wheel Nima, it's your second uncle's turn..." Wang Chao recited "I'm patient sutra", his sharp teeth made a rattling noise, and his ears
Even though they were stuffed with wet cotton, the damn chanting sound still penetrated the ear holes continuously. Only by picking up the knife and killing these lamas would they be completely clean, but he couldn't!
Click! A soft sound came into Wangchao's ears filled with wet cotton. He reached out and used the tip of a knife to open a narrow slit in the quilt covering his head. He looked through the slit and raised the corners of his mouth.
A cold arc.
The wooden window on one side of the Zen room was opened with a two-finger-wide gap, and two black round tubes stretched out side by side, with the mouths of the tubes facing the bed.
Wang Chao raised his eyebrows slightly and put the Hongming Knife into his sleeve with his backhand. He hid the scabbard in the wide sleeve. When in use, he only had to stretch his hand forward to unsheath the knife, but he was not ready to do it now. He wanted to take a look.
Look at what tricks people are playing outside the window.
Swish--two blue steel needles shot out from the mouth of the tube, shooting toward the king's nest with two soft sounds that broke through the air. Both steel needles were three inches long, and the blue light flashing all over their bodies was clearly dramatic.
Poison, as long as it is strong enough to pierce through a thin layer of quilt, it will be easy.
Wang Chao still covered his head with a quilt and allowed two long needles to be nailed to his body. To him, this level of attack was almost like scratching an itch, the kind of scratching through leather boots. Now he had to use his strengths.
Pretend to be a corpse.
The two people outside the window were quite confident in their accuracy in blowing the pipe. After blowing out the steel needle, they immediately put away the pipe and lifted the window and jumped in. They were two burly red-robed lamas. The two walked quickly to the bed. One of them had an evil look on his face.
The lama reached out and pulled up the corner of the quilt and lifted it up.
Phew! The quilt was lifted, and the expression on Lama's face suddenly froze. A bright red short knife pierced his Adam's apple like lightning, and his last exclamation before death was blocked under his Adam's apple.
The other lama opened his mouth to shout, but a sharp claw grabbed his neck first. He saw a pair of blood-red eyes. Wang Chao grabbed the knife with one hand, and pinched the red-robed lama's neck with the other. The slightly trembling Hong Ming knife was sucking as much as he wanted.
The lama's neck was bleeding, and there were several gurgling sounds, but not even a drop of blood flowed out from the wound. The lama, who was pinched by sharp claws, was so frightened that his face turned pale and his whole body shivered like chaff.
Wang Chao sniffed and smelled a foul smell. It turned out that the lama whose neck was strangled was so frightened that he could not control himself.
"Tell me, who told you to come and kill me?" Lao Hanba's cold voice was not full of fireworks, and his fingers were slightly loosened. He already felt that something was wrong, and he became more and more worried about his master's situation. He left a
The living mouth might be able to find out the owner's information.
The red-robed lama's lips trembled a few times and he uttered two low moans. He turned out to be mute.
Wang Chao glared and said coldly: "It turns out he is a mute. It seems there is no need to continue asking. Just die!" After saying that, he pulled out the Hongming knife from the corpse's throat with his backhand, pushed the tip of the knife forward inch by inch, and stabbed
Towards the red-robed Lama’s eyebrows.
After drinking blood, the Hongming Knife seemed to be filled with a demonic aura. The tip of the knife had already begun to hum and tremble before it even touched the lama's skin. The strong smell of blood slowly floated out from the blade and penetrated into his nostrils continuously.
Any fool knows this is fatal.
The lama whined a few times, and the thin old man opposite seemed to deliberately torture him. He slowed down the thrust of the short knife a bit, pointed the tip of the knife slightly towards the lama's left eye, and murmured to himself:
"I heard people say that black blood will bleed out when a knife is pierced into the eyeball. If you move slowly enough, it can penetrate into the skull from the eye socket. When you draw the knife, the brain matter will be taken out..."
"Don't kill me... Dharma King Zhuopu asked us to kill you. After killing you, wrap him in a quilt and throw him directly off the cliff. There is a deep pool below. It won't take long for the body to be eaten by the strange fish in the pool.
Clean..." The lama revealed in a trembling voice the person who was behind the scenes, and even the method of disposing of the body was revealed. Pretending to be deaf and mute would be difficult to withstand the test of life and death.
Wang Chao laughed strangely and said, "I didn't expect that the Hong Ming Dao can cure mutes? Tell me, where is the young man you brought in for treatment hidden?"
The lama swallowed his foam and said in a trembling voice: "To the north...the Zen room is inside the big stone to the north..."