"What do you want to ask..." The young monk has been practicing in the Buddhist sect all year round. He has a relatively simple mind and a pitiful courage. He could not resist Lin San's intimidation.
Lin San asked in a deep voice: "Where is Ouyang Xue of the Tianshan Sect imprisoned?"
"Ouyang Xue," the young monk was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lin San suspiciously: "You are from the Tianshan Sect,"
Lin San raised his hand and slapped the young monk: "Why do you talk so much nonsense? Tell me where Ouyang Xue is imprisoned."
The young monk received a slap and no longer dared to ask questions. He said honestly: "It seems that he is imprisoned in the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Buddhas."
"Where is the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Buddhas?" Lin San asked hurriedly.
The young monk stretched out his hand and pointed to the east: "After climbing two hills, you can see a high tower, which is the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Buddhas."
"You didn't lie to me, did you?" Lin San's tone suddenly turned cold.
"No, monks don't lie. Everything I say is true," the young monk said hurriedly.
Lin San could see that the young monk was not deeply involved in the world, and his eyes were clear when he spoke. He should not be the kind of person who could tell lies. Lin San nodded: "For the sake of your honest answer to the question, I will spare your life, but for the sake of To avoid exposing my whereabouts, I have to force you to lie here for a few days." After saying that, Lin San flicked his finger, and a wind blade hit the young monk's temple. The young monk suddenly collapsed to the ground and passed out.
Lin San moved the two young monks to hide behind a tree, and then walked quietly to the east. To the east was a rugged mountain road, surrounded by desolation, and not a single person could be seen. After climbing over two hills, they suddenly appeared in front of them. A majestic tower.
This tower is more than ten feet high, completely pitch black, and is actually made of fine iron. The strange thing is that this tower has only one iron door and no windows at all. From a distance, it looks like it is thick at one end and thin at the other. iron rod.
Standing around the iron tower were six middle-aged monks, all of whom were in the late Nascent Soul stage.
Lin San hid behind a huge stone, quietly checking the situation around the iron tower. If he wanted to enter the iron tower, he had to deal with the six monks guarding the tower. However, the six monks were not weak in cultivation and could not be easily dealt with. , In terms of fighting with real swords and guns, Lin San is really not afraid of the six monks, but if he wants to kill the six monks without anyone noticing, it is impossible. There are many masters in the Buddhist sect, and Lin San is absolutely The whereabouts cannot be exposed, otherwise it will become a problem not to mention rescuing Ouyang Xue, but even self-protection.
What to do? Lin San frowned tightly.
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The six monks guarding the Ten Thousand Buddhas Pagoda are all core disciples of Luohan Hall. Their Dharma names are: Hui 1, Hui 2, Hui 3, Hui 4, Hui 5, and Hui 6. The six monks entered the Buddhist sect on the same day, and on the same day. Becoming disciples under the abbot Jingxu, it can be said that the relationship between the six of them is closer than that of brothers.
"Brother, what happened to the thunder and lightning that appeared in the sky just now?" Hui Wu asked Hui Yi softly.
Hui Yi shook his head: "I don't know either."
"At first, I thought that a senior brother was going through the heavenly tribulation, but after a closer look, it didn't look like it. Those thunder and lightning seemed to only bombard the mountain gate. Senior brother, do you think someone is coming to attack our Buddhist sect," Hui Wu guessed.
Hui Yi smiled: "How can anyone in this world control thunder and lightning?"
"No, when I traveled abroad before, I heard about a technique that can control thunder and lightning," Hui Wu said.
"Oh," Hui Yi asked out of curiosity, "What kind of technique is so magical?"
"The art of attracting lightning," Hui Wu replied: "As long as you practice the art of attracting lightning, you can control thunder and lightning at will."
"The art of attracting lightning," Hui Yi said again: "This is the first time I have heard of this kind of skill. You can control thunder and lightning at will. It is really amazing. It seems like seeing it with your own eyes." Hui Yi is a cultivator. I particularly like the secret arts.
Hui Wu shook his head slightly: "Senior brother, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. The art of drawing lightning has been lost for thousands of years, and no one knows how to use it now." Hui Wu hasn't left the Buddhist sect for a hundred years, so he hasn't heard of Lin San at all. Things that can trigger thunder.
Hui Yi sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that such a magical spell is useless."
"Hey, what is that?" Hui Wu suddenly exclaimed.
Hui raised his head and found that a dozen odd-shaped bugs suddenly flew in front of him. At first glance, these bugs looked like bees, but upon closer inspection, they looked like flies. In short, they looked very ugly.
"Where did the bugs come from?" Hui Er, Hui San, Hui Si and Hui Liu also discovered the flying bugs.
"They probably flew from the desolate place in the back mountain. There are just a few small bugs. Don't pay attention to them." Hui Yi scanned them with his spiritual consciousness and found that there were no spiritual fluctuations in the dozens of bugs, they were just ordinary bugs. .
Hui Yi and others did not provoke those little bugs, but the little bugs took the initiative to provoke Hui Yi and others.
"Buzz buzz..." More than a dozen small insects flew over and burrowed into the arms of Hui Yi and others.
Hui waved his sleeves and flew out the bug bullets that flew into his arms. Others also used the same method to drive away the bugs.
However, these little bugs are very hateful. After being driven away, they will fly back again to attack Brother Teng Hui.
People in Buddhism have always been merciful and reluctant to kill. Although the behavior of a dozen little bugs was annoying and abominable, Brother Hui Yi and other brothers did not kill them with ruthless hands. They just used gentle power to drive away the bugs. But these The little bug didn't know what was good or bad at all, it just kept crawling into the arms of senior fellow apprentices such as Hui Yi.
"Brother, why do these bugs insist on getting into our arms?" Hui San asked doubtfully.
Before Hui Yi could speak, Hui Liu said: "I guess these little bugs are a little cold and want to find a warm place to sleep." It is early winter and the weather is indeed very cold.
"In this case, let's let these little bugs enter our arms. When they are warm enough, they will leave on their own," Hui Wu suggested.
Hui Yi always felt that something was wrong, but for a while he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Without waiting for Hui Yi to agree, the other five opened their monk robes and welcomed a few small insects into their arms.
Hui glanced at the few solitary bugs floating in front of her, and suddenly felt pity in her heart. She called out the Buddha's name, stopped expelling them, and let a few bugs fly into her arms.
"These little bugs are so naughty. They crawled around inside my chest and made me itchy," Hui Wu said with a smile.
"Yes, the little bug in my arms is also very naughty," Hui San squirmed around: "It itches me to death."
Seeing the squirming expressions of his junior brothers, Hui Yi couldn't help but feel a little funny. He was about to say something funny when his face suddenly changed: "No," a few small bugs that were lying quietly in his arms suddenly got into his arms. in the chest, and quickly rushed towards Hui Yi’s head,