After pondering for a while, the "Slaying Blade" appeared in Lin Qing's hand. He exerted all his strength and slashed with the sword. There was a crisp "Cang Cang" sound, and the chain was cut into two pieces!
Seeing that the "Slayer Blade" worked really well, Lin Qing did not hesitate any longer, and with a series of swings of the "Slayer Blade", the remaining chains were cut off one after another.
After cutting it, Lin Qing looked up and saw the wise and angry monk staring blankly at the "Slaying Blade" in his hand, with a look of disbelief on his face!
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Lin Qing was also very surprised as to why Zhi Ai had such an expression. Ordinarily, the "Slaughter Blade"'s ability to cut iron like clay shouldn't surprise him so much.
Now Lin Qing no longer deliberately conceals the "Slaying Blade" as before. As a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, his possession of such a weapon is consistent with his own strength and identity, and will not cause any more trouble.
Anyone's suspicion and suspicion.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm rude, poor monk."
After coming back to his senses, Zhi Ai agreed and hurriedly pulled the broken chains out of his body, but his eyes were still glancing at the "Slayer Blade".
These chains had been in his body for half a year. They were already adhered to the flesh and blood. When he pulled them, pus and blood flew everywhere, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. Lin Qing even bared his teeth at the sight, but this monk
He was completely unaware of the pain and didn't even hum. He just looked at the recurve scimitar in Lin Qing's hand.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qing thought to herself:
"You're a bitch, could it be that this old boy has fallen in love with my 'killing blade'? If that's the case, then I'll have to cut off your bald head with a knife!"
Seeing the displeasure on Lin Qing's face, Monk Zhi'an finally came to his senses and hurriedly explained:
"Don't be surprised, little benefactor. The poor monk just saw that the scimitar in your hand looked like a sacred weapon of our Buddhist sect, so he took a few more glances to atone for his sins!"
"I got this knife by chance when I was young, and I never knew its origin. If the master knows the allusion to it, please feel free to enlighten me!"
Lin Qing's expression of displeasure disappeared instantly, and instead he became extremely curious. In fact, this was just a deliberate expression on his face, and murderous intent was already brewing in his heart.
There is a clear record in the classics of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect that the Buddha Sect has been extremely domineering since the day it was established. Everything that the Buddhist Zen practitioners are interested in will be given the name of the original Buddha Sect.
, and then take it by force.
This "Slaying Blade" was obviously taken by Lin Qing from the demon clan. There is no mark of the Buddha's sect on it. How could it be the sacred weapon of the Buddha's sect that has been exterminated for thousands of years?
The monk said this, he is afraid that he has taken a fancy to this knife and is looking for a reason to snatch it.
Now that the wise and angry monk is still injured and has difficulty moving, if he turns against him and makes a move, Lin Qing is not afraid of him. He simply hands over the "Slayer Blade" with a smile and says:
"In that case, let's have a look, Master, to see if this sword belongs to your sect?"
To Lin Qing's surprise, the wise and angry monk did not reach out to take the knife, but moved his arms and said:
"Don't look at it. Maybe it's just similar in shape. The sacred weapon of our sect has been lost for thousands of years. It can't be such a coincidence."
Lin Qing originally wanted to test whether the monk was greedy. When he saw that he refused to take the sword, he took it back with a smile and said casually:
"I wonder what the characteristics of the noble sect's sacred weapon mentioned by the master are, and I'm quite curious about it."
Monk Zhi'ai has already begun to move his legs, but this Buddhist technique is special. He slapped and pinched his hands repeatedly, and the wounds that were still filled with pus and blood began to scab one by one without raising his head.
said:
"Actually, the poor monk has never seen the sacred weapon of our sect. He has only seen the sketches hand-drawn by predecessors in the classics. The style is quite similar to your scimitar. This sacred weapon is actually very good.
I can identify it. On one side of the hilt is the name of the knife, 'Slaughtering Blade', and on the other side are the words 'Better to die in battle than live'."
After he finished speaking, he found that Lin Qing did not answer, so he looked up and saw the black-armored young man looking at him blankly. He was stunned and froze there. His heart suddenly shuddered. This scimitar was so sharp.
, can easily cut off the chains of those magic weapons. If those words are engraved on it again, it must be the sacred weapon within the sect that I mentioned!
The monk asked in a trembling voice:
"Little donor, could it be that this knife of yours is really our sect's sacred weapon, the 'Slaughter Blade'?"
Lin Qing, who came back to his senses at this time, cried out in his heart that he was unlucky. He had lost his temper in the shock just now, and the monk saw his name. If he tried to deny it, he would appear to be guilty. He simply held the back of the knife with his hand and pulled the knife on the handle.
Show the words to Monk Zhi'an.
He has now confirmed that his "Slaying Blade" should have something to do with Buddhism, because when he handed the knife to monk Zhi'ai just now, he was holding the handle with his hand. Zhi'an could not see the inscription engraved on the handle.
word.
The wise and angry monk opened his eyes wide and stared at the "Slaying Blade" in Lin Qing's hand carefully. After a long time, he lay on the ground with his hands clasped together and performed three "five-body prostrate" salutes.
This is the highest etiquette in Buddhism. The whole process of giving a salute involves people standing with their palms together, then kneeling down and stretching their hands forward, and then the whole person prostrates to the ground.
Now Monk Zhi'ai was seriously injured. Although the magic weapon chains had been removed, the magic energy that invaded his body was still deeply entrenched. He could not stand completely alone, so he could only straighten up and complete the ceremony with gestures.
Even so, all the scarred wounds of Monk Zhi'ai burst open, and dark red blood surged out, turning the ground black and red.
"Master Zhi'ai, are you sure this is the sacred weapon of the Buddhist sect you mentioned? Do you want me to return it to your Buddhist sect?"
When Lin Qing said this, his words were already sarcastic. Even if the "Slayer Blade" was really a sacred weapon of the Buddhist sect, he was not prepared to return it. If the Zhi Ai monk asked for it, he would simply take advantage of Zhi Ai's injury.
Kill him with pain when he is serious, so that you can save yourself the trouble of leaving trouble after the injury is healed!
Zhi Ai acted as if he had not heard Lin Qing's words. He actually put his hands together and bowed deeply to the young man in black armor, and then said:
"The poor monk now confirms that the little donor must be the reincarnation of the Arhat before the Buddha, and he came specifically to revive our Buddhist sect!"
Although Lin Qing's initial arrangement was to let the wise and angry monk come to the conclusion that he was a person with deep ties to Buddhism, so as to quickly increase his favorability towards him and maximize the effect of saving people, but
He was actually regarded as the reincarnated Arhat by the wise monk, which surprised even him.
Only to hear the wise and angry monk continue to say:
"Originally, under the guidance of the Buddha, the little benefactor came to rescue the poor monk. The poor monk thought that the young benefactor was at best a person with deep connections with Buddhism. However, he just heard that the young benefactor said that he had obtained the sacred weapon of my Buddhist sect, the 'Slaying Blade', when he was young.
The poor monk was sure that the little benefactor was no ordinary human being!"
"It's just because this 'Slaughter Blade' is one of the sacred weapons of our Buddhist sect, but it is a very dangerous thing. There is another story about the origin of this knife. I won't go into details now. According to the records of our predecessors in the Buddhist sect, this 'Slaying Blade' is a very dangerous thing."
The Destroying Blade has been wandering in the demon area. Any demon who holds this sword will be killed in as little as three months and as long as half a year."
"Later, it was said that the demons also realized how dangerous this sword was and sealed it. The whereabouts of the 'Slaying Blade' have been unknown ever since."
"The little benefactor, at such a young age, was able to possess this thing without being disturbed, and he also acquired an astonishing magical power. How could an ordinary monk have such profound blessings? Only the reincarnation of an Arhat can truly become this powerful weapon.
Master!"
"You don't need to send the 'Slaying Blade' back to the Buddha Sect, because this is the weapon prepared by the Buddha for you. We ordinary Buddhist disciples are not qualified at all, and we dare not use such a sacred weapon!"
"Because I don't know which Arhat you are in this world, and I don't dare to call you a false name, I will call you the Holy Master for the time being!"
Lin Qing was speechless after what he said. He didn't know how to answer. Especially the solemn look on Monk Zhi's face made him feel ashamed. After a moment of silence, he suddenly realized that this place was still the place after all.
Zhuxin Temple is a forbidden area where people are imprisoned. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he said:
"Master, I'm serious. This is not the place to speak. Let's leave first!"
The wise monk hurriedly bowed his head and replied:
"Please ask the Holy Master to address the young monk by his Dharma title. The young monk has only been practicing Buddhism for more than fifty years. There is no way he is worthy of the Holy Master's high praise!"
Lin Qing also didn't expect that the wise monk, who looked like he was in his thirties, was already fifty or sixty years old. He continued:
"Da-oh, Zhi'an, your injuries are so serious. How about I help you find a place and find some magic elixirs to heal your injuries?"
Monk Zhi'ai was very helpful and said hurriedly:
"Thank you, Holy Master, for your concern. Injuries to the body are not shielding the mind. They are trivial matters. Moreover, restoring these minor injuries is a kind of practice in itself and does not require the help of external pills."
"There is a small Zen monastery a thousand miles east from Zhuxin Temple. I would like to trouble the Holy Master to send Wisdom and Anger there to recuperate."
Lin Qing nodded and said:
"Well, then I'll do as you say. This place is heavily guarded and you have difficulty moving. I have a way to take you out."
"Relax your mind and don't resist. I'll put you in the magic weapon. I'll let you out when I get to the place you told me to go."
The Zhi'an monk seemed to have complete trust in Lin Qing at this moment. After nodding in agreement, he clasped his hands together and closed his eyes in meditation. Lin Qing waved one hand with one hand and the yellow light flashed, and put Zhi'a into the spirit bracelet.
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The spaces in this soul-controlling bracelet are independent of each other, so there is no fear that Zhi'an and Lin Qing's spiritual pet will mix together. The most important thing is that after entering it, Zhi'an can no longer feel any movement from the outside world, and Lin Qing can no longer feel it.
Don't be afraid that he will discover your secret.
When following the "elder brother" into the cave, Lin Qing discovered that the guards at the entrance were extremely tight, and there were many secret guards after entering the cave.
At first he thought it was to prevent the imprisoned women from escaping, but now it seems that the guards themselves don't know that what really needs to be guarded is the meditation practice of the Dharma name Zhi Ai in the deepest part of the cave.