"Once you are a disciple of Buddhism, you will always be a disciple of Buddhism." The monk pointed to the cave and said, "If you want to leave, you have to ask my uncle if he agrees."
"Amituo Buddha." Monk Hua shook his head and sighed: "I'm afraid your great uncle has already ascended to heaven."
"What do you mean?" The monk was stunned for a moment. He talked here for a long time, but no one answered.
This is unscientific, because this uncle is an expert and extremely powerful. Even if Lin Yu wants to rescue this person, he has to ask him if he agrees.
But now it's good, this flower monk has almost escaped and ascended to heaven, and his master-uncle didn't say a word?
"Uncle Master, I am Huikong, how are you, old man?" The leading monk took a few steps forward and asked tentatively, but after asking several times in a row, there was no response at all.
"Master uncle? Master Xuanjie uncle?" Huikong felt a little surprised. Although this master uncle was old, he had already reached the Xianwu realm, at least the second Xianwu realm?
What does the second level of martial arts represent? That is, the first level of martial arts is like a scumbag in front of him. This is an unparalleled master, and after breaking through the first level of martial arts, the first level of martial arts is already far away.
How could someone who is beyond the scope of martial arts and can be called Xuanjie, or in other words, Immortal Dao, that kind of transcendental being, not react?
Huikong braved himself and took a few steps forward. He saw the old monk's appearance through the moonlight, and the faint smell of blood in the air made him a little frightened.
Seeing the old monk's head tilted to one side, Huikong hesitated for a moment. He stepped forward and pushed the old monk, and at the same time said: "Uncle Master, are you asleep?"
In fact, he knew in his heart that the strength of this great uncle was far beyond what ordinary people could compare with. Now when he walked up to the old monk, he didn't react at all. This was unscientific.
As he pushed with his hand, the old monk's body collapsed completely, but his hands still kept the clasped posture, but Huikong's tentacles were stiff. It was obvious that Uncle Master was dead.
"Master-uncle." Huikong cried out sadly and indignantly. He knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Master-uncle has passed away..."
Five minutes later, the entire Baiyun Temple was brightly lit, and all the monks got up.
Wearing Xuan Jie's body.
The first monk who looks a little fat is the monk Jinghai in the temple. Even though he is over a hundred years old, with white beard and hair, and a kind-hearted look, he can't hide the angry look on his face now.
Although it is said that everyone must die, Master Xuanjie is already close to death at this age, but his old man did not die in a normal way. He was killed by abnormal means.
The seal says it all.
"Senior brother." A monk finished checking Xuan Jie's injuries. He turned around and clasped his hands together.
"Jingkong, have you checked it out?" Jinghai seemed very calm, but there was some vague murderous intent in his words.
"It has been found out that the uncle of Xuanjie Master committed suicide. He had three sword wounds on his body. These three sword wounds were caused by the inner air master using his true energy to pierce the tip of the sword. There are also some punch wounds. The puncher and the true energy essence
Chun, if you are right, it belongs to the wandering monk Chunyang Master." Jingkong said with a solemn look on his face: "So senior brother, there is no need to investigate anymore, the murderer must be the two of them."
"My uncle's strength has reached the third level of martial arts. In this world, he is very rare. With those two guys who can barely be called the second level of martial arts, can they kill my uncle?" Jinghai
Express doubts.
"The problem lies in the fast food." Jingkong replied: "There is a hidden poison in Uncle Xuanjie's fast food. This poison is difficult to detect and will cause people to lose all their cultivation in a short period of time. This is precisely because
These poisons prevented my uncle from noticing, so after he was attacked, he had no power to fight back."
"Are you sure they were responsible for the poison?" Jinghai said in a deep voice.
"The boy named Lin Yu is the young disciple of Taoist Yichen. Yichen's medical skills were passed down to him. He is good at medical skills, so no one else can use this kind of advanced poison except him."
"Bring them two up." Jinghai's voice suddenly became calmer: "Place your uncle in the back for the time being. I will take care of uncle's funeral after I question them clearly."
"Okay." Jingkong nodded, and he called on a few monks to carry Xuanjie down. A great master passed away, and there were still many procedures to go through.
Lin Yu and Monk Hua are now locked in a wing room. A light bulb is on in the room, but the light is a bit dim. Monk Hua is walking back and forth in the room. As he walks, he muttered: "This is so special."
They locked us up until dawn and didn't give us anything to eat. Do they torture people like this? Even if they are murderers, they should be humane at least."
As soon as Monk Hua finished speaking, the door was opened from the outside, and a group of monks carrying sticks surrounded the two people.
"Ah, are you sending us to dinner now?" Monk Hua said in surprise.
"You're overthinking." Lin Yu said speechlessly, "Why didn't you think that this was taking us to the execution ground?"
"Even if we are taken to the execution ground, we have to be fed first." Monk Hua said angrily, "What is this? Are you going to take us away without saying a word?"
"Our abbot wants to see you?" The leading monk glared at the two of them.
"Master, please lead the way." Lin Yu smiled, stood up and said, "Master, you are already angry. This is not good."
"You..." The monk was startled, then he clasped his palms together, bowed slightly to Lin Yu, and then led the way. Indeed, he had already become angry, and a reminder from Lin Yu might make him
He is not bothered by the demon in his heart, so he has to thank Lin Yu.
When Lin Yu saw Jinghai, he was a little surprised, because Jinghai was already a master of the Xianwu Realm. In this world, there are not many people who can reach the Xianwu Realm. This is the Xuan Dao, which can also be called the Immortal Dao, but the real Immortal Dao
, it is necessary to reach the fifth level of the Xiantian Martial Realm, and Lin Yu's master is still wandering around the four levels, still one step away from the true immortal way.
Jinghai nodded slightly to the two of them and clasped his palms together: "Amitabha Buddha, do you have anything else to argue about between the two donors?"
"May I ask Master, what aspect are you asking about?" Lin Yu smiled slightly. This old monk knows psychological tactics very well. He doesn't talk about things directly. He puts pressure on himself first, and then lets himself talk about what should be said and what should not be said.
All told, but who is Lin Yu? A being with an extremely powerful heart, how could he be overwhelmed by this old monk?