Chen Hongyu quickly looked behind him, only to realize that it was a false alarm. It was a young Taoist priest from the Luofu Mountain monks next door who was completely trapped in an illusion and couldn't extricate himself because his mind was not strong enough!
I don't know what he encountered in the illusion, but the voice was so refreshing.
But at this moment, Tang Shengqing's face next to him was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Although this disciple is in the early stage of Qi training, and his mind will inevitably be unable to escape the illusion, as a disciple of the second lineage of immortality in Luofu Mountain, he has a solid foundation and should not be exposed so soon.
Although the disciples at Luofeng Mountain next door were also completely trapped in the illusion, they only showed signs of struggle. They let out pleasant moans directly towards him.
A female cultivator fell in love and immediately went into battle with a gun? After decades of practice, she didn't improve her mental and spiritual skills. No wonder she just barely started practicing Qi now. For a time, Tang Shengqing became more and more angry as she thought about it.
Chen Hongyu couldn't help but mourn for the little Taoist priest in his heart.
"Originally, I thought that letting them walk through Long Po Pan's illusion would be a way to exercise their minds, but I didn't expect that this disciple's character would be so bad!" Tang Shengqing was so angry that he explained a few words to Chen Hongyu next to him, and then raised his hand
With a wave of his hand, many disciples behind him walked out of the illusion.
The little Taoist priest who moaned earlier turned red with shame and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. Apparently he remembered what happened in the previous illusion.
Seeing this, Chen Hongyu also used his consciousness to wake up several young disciples behind him who were trapped in the illusion and unable to get out.
After a while, Luang Phor Pan raised his head and looked at the field, and saw that only a thousand of the thousands of monks could walk out of the illusion independently.
Seeing this, he frowned slightly and only held a string of rosary beads in his hand.
"Why are there still nearly a thousand people?"
But he also knew that being able to filter out so many people was already the limit.
Next, those monks who could not survive the illusion voluntarily retreated, and the remaining monks left one by one after receiving their certificates.
Chen Hongyu also took the Luofengshan disciples back to the place where they stayed and began to practice.
There is silence in the night, but Bangkok is still bustling, but it is not as noisy as during the day.
In the midst of silence, a violent explosion was suddenly heard coming from the city.
"Tsk, I really can't wait. I don't know which hotel is going to be unlucky." Chen Hongyu walked to the courtyard and climbed onto the roof with his toes. Looking into the distance, he could see a hotel a few miles away.
A raging fire broke out, and from time to time the sound of the spell exploding could be heard.
At this moment, a few more people fell next to him. They were Tang Shengqing, Liao Kong and Qin Sixiang, another foundation-building monk from the Recording Department.
This trip is in a foreign country and it is not their home field. Even though they are strong, they must proceed with caution.
Therefore, most of the monks in the Ming Dynasty lived in this area. At this time, there were monks standing on the nearby rooftops.
"Long Phor Pan is really good at calculating. First, he showed his power by allocating quotas and showed his strength, so that these monks did not dare to mess around.
The next issuance of vouchers for entering the cave is another good move, which can weaken many forces. After all, when the time comes, they will only recognize the vouchers and not the people." Tang Shengqing smacked his lips.
"Amitabha!" Liao Kong said with an unbearable look on his face: "I don't know how many monks will die here. I don't know how many people will die because of the monks!"
At this point, he paused and continued: "It's the police in Bangkok who have suffered so much!"
Seeing Kong Kong with a compassionate face, Chen Hongyu simply turned his head and stopped looking at him. The old monk was so naughty that he might be suppressing laughter in his heart.
"Why don't we also send some disciples to get a share of the pie?" Qin Sixiang said, looking at the fire in the distance.
As if he felt something was wrong, he added: "These monks do not respect the rules and harm ordinary people at will. We Ming monks should act bravely and suppress them.
As for the vouchers in their hands, we will keep them first and let the monks come and pick them up when the dispute is over. Of course, you still have to pay a little protection fee when you pick up the vouchers."
After hearing what he said, Chen Hongyu and the other three looked at him in shock.
You don't even let go of this little resource?
After a few seconds of silence, everyone sent a few disciples to go and act bravely. As for themselves, they would not do it themselves just for a few certificates. That would be too much of a loss.
However, it is still good to let the disciples earn some cultivation resources.
…
In Jingxin Temple, above the pagoda, Luang Phor Pan was sitting on the top floor with other holy monks. Hearing the loud noise from the hotel, he couldn't help but smile on his face: "It's begun!"
Siam practices Hinayana Buddhism and focuses on saving oneself. The fight between these monks is of great benefit to them.
As for the casualties caused by these monks fighting, they were not their fault, so what did they do?
For a time, many holy monks were smiling.
The next day, it began to drizzle in the sky. Outside the hotel, pedestrians holding umbrellas or wearing raincoats hurried past.
At this time, a cordon was set up outside the hotel, and bodies were still being cleared out from inside the hotel.
"Grandmaster, I have found out clearly. Last night, several small forces joined forces to fight for the certificate, which led to such a catastrophe..." Li Shangzhe came to Chen Hongyu and reported to Chen Hongyu the news.
While listening to his story, Chen Hongyu stretched out his right hand and gently touched Li Shangzhe's body under his puzzled gaze. He then retracted his palm and a special mark appeared in his hand.
"I don't know where the monk is, but he dares to provoke me, Luofengshan."
The aura on this mark is a bit cold, and it doesn't look like a good method at first glance. I don't know how Li Shangzhe provoked it.
"Shang Zhe, in the next few days, you will stay in Zhuangzi with your fellow apprentices and don't go out.
The situation in Bangkok is now chaotic, the monks are mixed, and there are many desperadoes who don’t want to sell me Luofengshan’s face. Once a crisis occurs, it will be terrible if my uncles and I can’t arrive in time.”
Li Shangzhe looked at the mark that was crushed into nothingness by Chen Hongyu, with a hint of fear on his face. Fortunately, his master noticed something was wrong, otherwise he would not have noticed the mark at all.
…
In the next few days, there was no peace in Bangkok. No matter day or night, there were always monks fighting to gain access to the cave.
However, the frequency of fights among these monks has become increasingly low.
After all, every time a fight breaks out, a group of Ming monks will show up and act bravely.
In the end, no matter which side wins, they have to spend an extra amount of resources to get back the Cave Heaven Certificate from the monks of the Ming Dynasty.
Therefore, these monks have begun to calm down and start secret negotiations.