On the way to Liangjiang Xinggong, Yu Jiatang and the others met a lot of righteous people who rushed to the Changqing Mansion to participate in the demon extermination conference called by the head of Changxin Sect Luo and Taoist Qingping Guantailing. They met a group of people at the inn Huipao monks, among them is this young monk in his teens.
Yu Jiatang only knows a little superficial kung fu, but seeing too many martial arts masters flying over the roof and walls, especially with a master like Ji Changce by his side, he can see the depth of other people's skills over time, no matter how bad he is, he can instinctively detect who is more dangerous Some.
The old monk seemed merciful and kind, but Yu Jiatang was inexplicably disgusted, and there was an unpleasant smell coming from him.
On the contrary, the little monk beside him had a very ordinary aura, just like the last time I met him, he looked like an ordinary teenager, an ordinary person without any martial arts.
"Pay attention to that brat later, don't follow his ways." Ji Changce reminded me.
This is the second time he reminded Yu Jiatang.
Even though he didn't feel any danger from the child, out of trust in Ji Changce, Yu Jiatang still paid more attention to the child.
"I thought you would leave all of Yun Moting in the illusion of Shangyun Peak."
Ji Changce laughed and said, "That's too cheap for them."
The people in the yard seemed to think that no outsiders would come near here, so they didn't hide anything when they tortured Yun Moting to extract a confession.
Seeing Yun Moting being tormented by the old monk, Yu Jiatang couldn't help but said, "Aren't we going to make a move yet? Wait a little longer, Yun Moting will lose his breath."
Ji Changce shook his head: "We don't need to take action for now."
"Didn't I say that today I'm taking you to watch a good show of killing each other, and there's still one party not playing, how does the show sing?"
Yu Jiatang didn't know what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd, so he didn't ask much.
Just when Yun Moting was slapped on the chest by the old monk again, and a mouthful of blood came out, the person they had been waiting for for a long time finally couldn't help showing his head.
"Stop! Ming Deng! In vain, you are still a brother of the same lineage as Master Ming Ran, and you kidnapped my senior brother to torture him like this!"
"What kind of monks are compassionate? I think you Dajue Temple are all a group of ruthless devils, three points more vicious than the devils!"
The person who broke into the villa was Xiao Jin, the younger brother who had gone to Mount Tianluo with Yun Moding. He saw the elder brother whom he admired since he was a child being tortured like this, so he rushed out without any hesitation.
As soon as he came out, those Qinglin sect disciples who came with him also had to show up.
Yu Jiatang and Ji Changce still didn't move, they hid their breath in the dark and watched this upright show of fighting against the wall.
Monk Mingdeng seemed to have discovered Xiao Jin and the others a long time ago, and after seeing them appear, he recited a Buddhist mantra and said, "Don't be angry, benefactor Xiao, this poor monk is also thinking about the safety of our world."
"The person who is most familiar with the devil Ji Changce and Yunfeng on Tianluo Mountain is the benefactor Yun of your sect. Unfortunately, benefactor Yun has unreasonable thoughts on the devil and defends the devil in every possible way. The poor monk had to use some Special means to make him speak."
"It's just right that Benefactor Xiao is here now. You are brothers and sisters. Donor Yun will definitely listen to what you said. Persuade him well. As long as you tell him what he knows, you won't have to suffer like this."
Even though Monk Mingdeng said so, the two fingers of his left hand together did not deviate from the direction where Yun Moting was lying on the ground at all. As long as Xiao Jin dared to snatch someone, he would kill Yun Moting immediately.
Anyway, Yun Moting is a hard nut to crack, if you don't eat soft and hard, it's too difficult to pry his mouth open, and it's useless to keep it.
Although Xiao Jin was young, he was not a boy who just came out of the rivers and lakes. Naturally, he noticed Monk Mingdeng's hand, and he quickly gestured to the disciples of the Qinglin Sect behind him, signaling them not to act rashly.
Xiao Jin, like Yun Moting, is a direct disciple of the head of the sect. People from the Qinglin Sect with higher status than him have gone to the Changqing Mansion to participate in the Demon Extinguishing Conference. The only person with higher martial arts who came with him this time is A guest elder. Because he is not a member of the serious Qinglin faction, he is only responsible for Xiao Jin's safety, so he will not take action easily, unless Xiao Jin himself is in danger.
"Mingdeng." Now that Xiao Jin had seen Mingdeng's true colors, he couldn't even bear to call him "Master", and directly called Mingdeng's dharma name.
"Before my master passed away, he not only restored my elder brother's reputation, but also handed over the Qinglin faction to my elder brother, and several elders of the Tuoben sect assisted him. Now you have seriously injured my elder brother, My Qinglin faction will definitely not let this go, if you know what is interesting and release my senior brother now, I can still say a few words of love for you in front of several elders."
The reputation of Qinglin School's martial arts is no less than that of Dajue Temple where Monk Mingdeng lives, and even slightly better than Dajue Temple because of its long history of inheritance. The traditional martial arts of Qinglin School is also slightly higher than that of Dajue Temple.
That is to say, Master Ming Ran lived a long time and killed Yun Moting's master, but the old master who just passed away failed to learn the true biography of his master, his strength is much lower than Ming Ran's, and his disciples have the best aptitude His disciple Yun Moting has been undercover in the Tianluo Sect for many years, and has limited grasp of the Qinglin Sect's martial arts, so the Qinglin Sect is faintly inferior to the Dajue Temple.
If Yun Moting hadn't been an undercover agent in the Tianluo Sect a few years ago, his kung fu might have become popular now, at least the Qinglin faction would have a lot more confidence in speaking in front of Dajue Temple.
To Xiao Jin's threat, Monk Mingdeng just smiled and recited a Buddhist name, and was about to say something, but the little monk beside him stopped him first.
The gray-robed young monk looked like a disciple of the bright lamp generation, but Yu Jiatang felt that he was a little strange, and there was an indescribable discord between his appearance and the temperament of his eyes.
Ming Deng's attitude towards him was even weirder, not like the pampering of the elders to the juniors, but more like a kind of obedience from the inferior to the superior. There is also a faint fear in the respect.
The little monk glanced at Yun Moting, who was unconscious on the ground, with a half-smile, took out a blood-red pill from his body, and went forward to feed him.
Xiao Jin was too far away from the ground, and it was too late to stop him, not to mention there was a monk in front of him blocking him.
"What did you feed him?! Dajue Temple is really so despicable, it's not enough to hurt my senior brother, and now you want to poison him to death?"
The little monk shook his head: "Where is the benefactor Xiao, the poor monk's medicine is a rare and good medicine, and it will help recover the benefactor Yun's injury."
Sure enough, Yun Moting's pale and ugly face due to heavy injuries quickly turned rosy, and the blood at the corner of his mouth no longer oozes out, and he himself slowly woke up from the comatose state.
Xiao Jin was overjoyed when he saw this, but he did not forget to look at the two monks in front of him suspiciously, thinking that these two monks had no such kind intentions, they were not some compassionate monks, maybe there was some conspiracy trap waiting for him
Yun Moting opened his eyes and saw Xiao Jin and a group of Qinglin sect disciples behind him.
He coughed twice, and looked at Xiao Jin with a sullen face: "Junior brother, why did you come here? Brother..." The thief monk Mingdeng turned his face, regardless of whether they were Qinglin sect disciples or not.
"Benefactor Yun, Donor Xiao came here specially to persuade the benefactor. We are outsiders, and you refuse to disclose the news to us, but benefactor Xiao and these Qinglin Sect disciples are definitely not outsiders." The little monk smiled and said to Yunmo.
Yun Moting was startled when he heard the words, and then his face turned pale, as if even the effect of the pill just now had gone a bit.
He stared at the young monk for a moment, before speaking: "I didn't see it before..."
This little monk is not naive either, his words are threatening Yun Moting, if he refuses to say it, then Xiao Jin and these disciples of the Qinglin Sect don't have to think about leaving Juxian Villa today, I'm afraid they will be with him forever stay here.
Yun Mo stopped biting his lip, sweating profusely, it could be seen that he was making an extremely difficult decision in his heart.
"You little boy, when it's your turn to interrupt when we are talking to your elders, if you say more, I will teach you a lesson for Monk Mingdeng!" Xiao Jin gave the little monk a cold look.
Behind him stood the elder Ke Qing in a Confucian shirt.
The little monk glanced at the middle-aged man in Confucian shirts, then smiled silently.
Yun Moting closed his eyes, sighed for a long time, and waved to the young monk: "Come here, I don't want to tell that old bald thief Mingdeng, come here and I will tell you everything I know."
Ming Deng's eyes dimmed, and before he could move, he was stopped by the little monk, who shook his head at him.
Ming Deng regained its previous compassionate and kind face, and stood quietly aside.
"I don't know what Master Yun knows? Do you know the exact location of the main altar of the Tianluo Sect?" The little monk approached Yun Moting.
Yun Moting took a breath, "Let me tell you, the position of the main altar is..."
As he said that, his eyes sharpened, and he suddenly attacked the young monk, attacking the young monk's vitals with a single palm.
It's a pity that the moment he shot, the little monk seemed to have shifted the space in an instant, without even seeing the afterimage, he disappeared in place, and then appeared behind Yun Moting, stretching out his hand on Yun Moting's Tianling Gai A flick of the top.
Yun Moting slowly fell down with his eyes open, dying with regret.
Seeing this, Yu Jiatang, who was hiding in the dark, gasped and turned to look at Ji Changce, only to find that Ji Changce, who never cared about others, looked at the little monk with a little more serious eyes at this moment.
"The Tathagata Nirvana in Dajue Temple really deserves its reputation."
"If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have known that someone in Dajue Temple had practiced this Buddhist magic that is said to have been lost long ago."
Yu Jiatang glanced at him, and poured a basin of cold water on Ji Changce's head: "You know who has learned it is useless, the point is whether you can beat him or not?"
Ji Changce: "..."
Yu Jiatang guessed his answer by looking at his expression.
Ji Changce quickly held his respect for himself and said, "If I really want to do something, I can't kill him, and he can't kill me. The most likely thing is to die together."
"Besides, the other party is an old bald donkey who has lived for hundreds of years, so he has some advantage. If you give me a year or so, I will be 90% sure that he will beat him."
Yu Jiatang was stunned: "Live for hundreds of years? That little monk?"
Ji Changce nodded: "Don't you see it?"
Yu Jiatang: "..." The snow leopard lineage of the mountain god has strong perception and has many hidden abilities, but it does not include Sun Dasheng's piercing eyes, okay
"I only realized it after he started."
Ji Changce said coldly, "He's Ming Ran's old bald donkey. I'm afraid he practiced to Nirvana, rejuvenated, and changed his appearance."