"Sword Intent, this is..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a somewhat surprised look on his face.
"How is that possible?"
"What did the monk see?"
"The sword is so sharp and unparalleled, I haven't seen such sword power for a long time!" the monk praised.
"Can you tell what kind of swordsmanship it is?"
The monk shook his head.
"Where is that man?"
"It's cloudy and foggy, so I can't see clearly." Monk Pu Nan said truthfully.
"The monk's sharp eyes can't see clearly?"
"The young monk wants to visit the place where the crime occurred."
"Okay." Baiqisi Langjiang nodded after thinking for a moment.
Baiqisi put him into a carriage and went to Yuliu Villa. Monk Punan looked around in the courtyard, then entered the house where the fight had taken place, then went to the backyard and stood in front of the broken rockery for a long time.
After leaving the villa, I went to Songfeng Temple and met several Taoist priests.
The shackled monk visited the Taoist temple, which made the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple slightly startled.
Monk Punan always had a calm expression. Look at his expression, he didn't look like a prisoner at all.
He walked around the Taoist temple, looked into the alchemy room, and asked the Taoist priests a few questions.
It was already dark when we left the Taoist temple.
"What did the monk see?"
"The young monk also wants to see the elegance of that person, but the young monk has the seal of Nine Dragon Thorns on his body, and his cultivation level is useless, unless..."
"Don't even think about it if you want me to untie the Nine Dragon Thorns." The Hundred Knight Commander said coldly.
"That's not what the young monk wants to say. The young monk needs a Buddhist scripture and a string of Buddhist beads, that's all."
"Impossible!" The Hundred Knight Commander shook his head.
Then, Monk Punan was escorted into the prison car.
In the distance, on a green mountain, Wang Zhe was sitting in a stone cave, meditating, and suddenly opened his eyes.
"I feel weird today."
Today, while he was practicing, his mind suddenly moved, and he had a very strange feeling, as if something was secretly spying on the mountain and himself.
Twice in total,
"Laifu, do you feel anything special today?"
Woofing, the native dog barked twice, and then came to Wang Zhe holding the stone pot he was eating in.
"You're a foodie, you know how to eat all day long!" Wang Zhe smiled and knocked on its head.
"Hey, Laifu, come here, lie down on the ground and listen."
The native dog looked at Wang Zhe with a blank expression.
Wang Zhe pulled it over and pressed it to the ground with its ears pressed to the ground.
"Listen, is there any movement?"
After a while, he let it go, and the native dog barked at him.
"Lai Fu, did you know that in the underworld, next to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's sutra case, there is a psychic beast called Listening.
As long as it lies on the ground, it can hear things in the three realms, distinguish between true and false, and understand people's hearts.
I think you can work hard in this direction. You don’t need to listen to the Three Realms, just three hundred miles is enough!"
The native dog growled and left.
"Hey, Laifu, why do I sound like you are being cursed? You are not allowed to eat food tonight!"
Ouch! The roar of a native dog came from outside the cave.
"Use a big pot to eat, practice rolling your eyes, I will give you more practice tomorrow."
Wang Zhe's body moved, and he arrived outside the cave, and then climbed to the top of the mountain.
Looking around, there are vast mountains and fields.
He was in the direction of Wang Zhe's Kuaiji Mansion.
"Is it possible that someone is secretly using some magical power to predict what will happen that day?"
The sky has darkened, and in Kuaiji Mansion,
Several adults who came down from the capital to investigate the case gathered together.
"I think the demon monk must have seen something, but he just didn't say anything." General Baiqi Silang said.
"But if he doesn't say anything, there's nothing we can do."
"With a Buddhist scripture and a string of beads, can he restore his cultivation?"
"It's hard to say, but he is praised by many as the person with the highest enlightenment in Buddhism in the past century."
In the courtyard, the cold wind was biting. Monk Punan, who was sitting cross-legged in the cage, raised his fingers and slowly drew on the iron plate beside him.
After being imprisoned, his cultivation was destroyed with special poison.
They were still worried and put nine dragon thorns on his body to seal his eight extraordinary meridians.
But his eyesight was not sealed, because his eyesight was innate, and he was one of those legendary people who was born with eyesight.
After he practiced Buddhism, his insight became even more remarkable.
He has already seen clearly the magic circle in this cage.
He is an unparalleled genius highly praised by Buddhism. He has learned some cultivation techniques that many people have been unable to master after studying them for several years. He has seen them several times and can master them within a few days.
This small iron prison is full of mysteries. The talismans on the surrounding iron plates are like chains, criss-crossing each other and connected to each other.
Isolate this iron prison from the outside, so that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth cannot enter.
Monks with advanced cultivation can use a little spiritual energy to exert unimaginable power.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
The spiritual energy from the outside could not enter, and the meridians in his body were blocked. He drank a pot of "immortal drunkenness" every day.
The name sounds very nice, "immortal drunkenness", as the name suggests, even immortals will become drunk and weak after drinking.
It was precisely because of the layers of imprisonment that they, Baiqisi, dared to bring such terrible criminals out of the prison.
The soft fingers made contact with the hard iron plate, making a very subtle sound, a little astringent.
"Three thousand." Punan said two words softly.
There was a scratch on the talisman. It was so slight that it was almost invisible.
It was this scratch that caused a tiny loophole to appear in this otherwise perfect formation, just like a hole the size of a pinhole opened in an airtight cloth.
If a hole is broken, air will naturally leak.
Then a tiny bit of spiritual energy drifted in through the gaps between the iron plates.
In the cold wind outside, Baiqisi's internal guards were still carefully guarding the carriage, but they were unable to detect the subtle changes in the carriage.
The winter nights are very long,
The next morning,
The door of the carriage was opened again, and Monk Punan saw the sunshine.
Baiqi Shilang didn't say anything and threw a Buddhist scripture into the carriage.
"Diamond Sutra." Monk Punan picked up the Buddhist sutra and held it in his hand.
"The Buddhist scriptures have been found, but there are no beads. Monk, please hurry up."
"I want to see those corpses again."
"Okay." Baiqisi Langjiang nodded in agreement after thinking for a moment.
They then brought Punan to several corpses. Punan placed Buddhist scriptures on the head of Zong'an's corpse, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures in concentration.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with light.
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, and the Buddhist scripture covering Zong An's head was blown away by the wind. Then he turned the pages page by page, and after turning to a certain page, he listened.