Li Qiangmin pointed at me and said to the young monk: "His name is Lin Cong." Then he pointed to himself: "My name is Li Qiangmin."

Lama sat up from the ground with a very stubborn expression, "My name is Jiacuo, I am practicing in the Muta Temple."

Li Qiangmin pointed to the direction of the mountain: "Is it the big temple on the mountain?"

Jiacuo nodded and said right.

"What happened in this village, what are you doing?" Li Qiangmin looked at him with a serious expression.

Jiacuo looked at us, his face full of vigilance, "Why should I tell you who you are? This village has been closed."

Li Qiangmin never lies. He told the young monk in a blunt way that we came to find someone and he disappeared in this village.

Gacuo looked at him, looked at me again, lowered his head and was silent for a while, then shook his head: "You should leave the village immediately and not stay here again."

Li Qiangmin had no expression on his face, but his brows frowned slightly. It could be seen that he was brewing anger: "We will make a judgment on whether we go or not. You just need to say what you know."

Jiacuo hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "I want to go back to see the master and get his consent."

"If you don't say it," Li Qiangmin paused: "You will not be able to get out of this room."

Jiacuo seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world. He sat cross-legged on the ground with a calm expression: "Death is just the beginning of another cycle of reincarnation for us."

Li Qiangmin came to him, stretched out his index and middle fingers of his right hand, and made a sword finger, pointing slowly at Jiacuo, and said word by word: "I won't let you die, but you have to forbidden to be punished that is more painful than death."

Jiacuo's expression was calm and he closed his eyes slightly.

I was particularly surprised to see this. Jiacuo was less than 20 years old, with a pure and peaceful expression and a frank and innocent look. Such a person is almost difficult to meet in a metropolis. Can practicing in the mountains really purify a person's mind? It is so difficult to see him?

Li Qiangmin's sword finger slowly reached Jiacuo's forehead and eyebrows.

Jiacuo's body trembled and slowly murmured: "This is a test that I must pass. Even if I cannot pass it, it will prove that I am clear. Master the great body, appear in the world in various forms, benefit all sentient beings, and complete all sentient beings in the void world. Once I make this wish, I will never leave it..."

His expression became more and more painful, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the scriptures began to stutter.

Li Qiangmin sneered: "If you can recite the spell under my supernatural powers, I will let you go."

Jiacuo's face turned red, his breathing was not smooth, and he opened his mouth wide like a drowning person. The scriptures were intermittent, "... Listen carefully, listen carefully, this is the pure and true light, the wisdom nature is empty, colorless and formless, originally empty and silent..." The following is to recite in Tibetan.

There was no other sound in the room except for the intermittent scriptures chanted by the young monk.

Li Qiangmin half-squatted, pointing his sword straight to the monk's eyebrows. Jiacuo tried his best to torture his expression, and his expression was extremely painful, and the beads of sweat flowed down his forehead.

It's not an exaggeration at all, his body is already wet.

During the whole process, there was no fight or struggle, but the tension and murderous aura in it made people unable to breathe and feel uncomfortable.

I wanted to stop Li Qiangmin from going over, but I found that I couldn't move, and I was suppressed by an invisible thing, almost unable to move. Li Qiangmin's expression was not moving, but his murderous aura was stronger in his eyes. The little lama worked harder and his body was shaking as if it had been over electricity.

I couldn't stand it, so I suddenly used the first light method, and suddenly I could move my body, rushed over and pushed Li Qiangmin's hand.

At this moment, Jiacuo opened his eyes and his face turned pale as paper.

Li Qiangmin then withdrew his sword and looked at me coldly.

Jiacuo's throat moved and suddenly said to me: "You, have you practiced the initial stage of the Pure Light Method?"

"Hmm? What is that?" I was puzzled.

Li Qiangmin said: "It is the first method of light."

I nodded.

Jiacuo looked at me and Li Qiangmin again. His voice was very weak and hoarse. Li Qiangmin's supernatural powers just now made him almost collapse.

He asked tremblingly, "You, you are all unusual people, all of them are practicing. What are you going to do?"

My attitude is sincere: "We are not bad people, we are here to find a friend, his younger brother." I pointed at Li Qiangmin.

"You, you are actually practicing the method of false thoughts and appearance, not far from the devil's path." Jiacuo looked at Li Qiangmin in horror.

"I have a judgment on whether the devil or the right way." Li Qiangmin sneered: "Little monk, if Lin Cong had not helped you, you would have lost now. Tell us everything here."

Jiacuo wiped the sweat from his head and said in a deep voice: "Okay, but after hearing what happened here, you will come to the temple to meet the master with me."

"Just because of this, let's talk about it." Li Qiangmin urged.

"I returned to the temple yesterday," Jiacuo's voice was deep: "I was sent here by the master today to check. I don't know much about the previous incident. I only know that all the villagers died within a day, and the temple helped to restrain the bodies and then cremated them."

"What happened?" Li Qiangmin asked sternly.

"Establish," Jiacuo's lips were chapped, and his face was frightened: "They had contacted the demons and eventually became demons! The master led the monks to save and cremate all the corpses."

Li Qiangmin and I looked at each other, "What devil?"

"I don't know the specifics," Jiacuo shook his head: "I want to ask the master, someone brought back demons from the underground spiritual world and spread them among the villagers. I came here today to check if there were any outsiders who entered the village without any restrictions, for fear of getting infected again."

"It is hard for you to be young and have profound skills." Li Qiangmin said: "It is right for the master in the temple to send you here."

"I came back late, I should have arrived early, and I didn't do anything, so I caught you." Jiacuo's voice became lower and lower, and he seemed very upset.

Li Qiangmin patted him, then looked at me and said, "Lin Cong, this little monk is young, but his mood and practice are above you."

"Hi," I waved my hand: "There are so many experts in the world, which one should I count as a green onion."

Jiacuo shook his head, not agreeing with what Li Qiangmin said.

"You don't have to observe the village," Li Qiangmin said: "Lin Cong and I have thoroughly inspected the entire village during the day, and there is no one. It's late tonight, and tomorrow morning, we will go into the mountain with you and ask your master in person."

Jiacuo looked at him and said seriously, your supernatural powers are not far from the devil's path. If you are afraid of getting into the devil, you can visit the master devoutly and give me some advice when you enter the temple.

Li Qiangming has always had no desires and no desires, but at this time he sneered: "The monk in your temple is giving me some advice? Haha, I'm almost the same as I'm giving you some advice."
Chapter completed!