"How do people from Tantric or Buddhist sects know that I am the descendant of Yin Wuhua?" Qin Lang asked a key question.
There are many people who practice tantric handprints and spiritual power exercises. How can the other party judge Qin Lang's identity
"How does I know this question?" The old poisoner's answer made Qin Lang dumbfounded, "Our poison sect is good at poison, not spiritual practice. However, I don't know how people in the Buddhist sect can tell whether you are the descendant of Yin Wuhua, but I'm sure they must have a way to tell the difference."
"Damn it! You didn't say that!" Qin Lang said a little speechlessly.
"Anyway, just be careful, at least don't engage in spiritual combat with people from the Buddhist sect lightly." The old poison said, "If you don't use mental combat, no matter how powerful they are, they won't be able to see your secret."
"Understood." Although the information obtained from the old poison is limited, at least Qin Lang clearly knows that the spiritual practice method he inherited from Yin Wuhua may be the strongest spiritual practice method of the Buddhist sect. At the same time, Qin Lang also clearly knew that he could not easily fight with the Buddhist sect. If you have to fight spiritually with the people of the Buddhist sect under unavoidable circumstances, you must completely kill the opponent to avoid future troubles.
"It's one thing to understand, but it's another thing to do it. I don't believe you can kill all the Buddhists who are fighting with you. Hey... you still have the kindness of a woman." The old poison smiled. Dao, it is really only a disciple Mo Ruoshi.
"I am not a woman's benevolence. I have my own principles for killing people." Qin Lang said.
"I'm too lazy to talk to you, kid. I don't know if you can still stick to your principles when your head is bloodied." The old poison hung up the phone with a smile. Obviously, this old guy had a very happy life recently.
After hanging up the phone, Qin Lang began to worry about his condition.
In spiritual combat, Qin Lang fought with Danba Xingyao and others, but luckily he had already beheaded them. As for Wang Xiongzhou and Pengyue Mountain, they were also dead, and they were not disciples of the Buddhist sect. After thinking about it carefully, Qin Lang suddenly thought of a flaw he left behind:
It was Chan Master Zana of the Religious Association, whom Xu Zhengguo regarded as the guest of honour.
Although this guy's spiritual strength is not high, he must be a disciple of the Buddhist sect, otherwise he would not be able to hold a position in the religious association with dignity.
"I'm really afraid of meeting anything." I didn't expect Qin Lang to find trouble just after talking with the old poison.
Now, Qin Lang can only hope that this Chan Master Zana's mental strength is too poor, and he hasn't found Qin Lang's abnormality yet.
However, Qin Lang must now find this Chan Master Zana to determine whether he has revealed his flaws.
Qin Lang has just gained some experience in spiritual power practice now, he doesn't want to be targeted by the Buddhist sect at this time, and then be strangled in the cradle.
Suddenly, why did Qin Lang understand why the old poison was laughing on the phone just now, because the old guy probably knew that once Qin Lang showed his flaws and was targeted by the Buddhist sect, Qin Lang would have only one choice:
Return to the mountains and forests!
"Could it be that Yin Wuhua was also forced to go into seclusion by the Buddhist sect back then?" Qin Lang was full of doubts. Although Yin Wuhua's spiritual strength cultivation had reached the peak of the Jianghu, he was hard to beat with two fists, not to mention that Yin Wuhua faced In the entire Buddhist sect, it is inevitable that there are many masters in the Buddhist sect, so it is normal for Yin Wuhua to choose to live in seclusion.
"Damn it, I don't want to live in seclusion in the mountains and be an old virgin like the old poison!" Qin Lang snorted in his heart, and decided to find Zen Master Zana to solve this flaw.
Qin Lang's so-called "solve" is just to solve the problem. Although this Zen master Zana is not pleasing, it is impossible for Qin Lang to kill him just because he posed in front of his son. In that case, classmate Qin Lang would really become a devil.
After calling a taxi, Qin Lang directly found the religious association of the autonomous prefecture.
The taxi stopped in front of a very imposing office building. When he got out of the car, Qin Lang thought he had gone to the wrong place, but fortunately he saw a golden marble signboard in front of this imposing building, which read "Tibetan Religious Association of Qiang Autonomous Prefecture" in large gold-plated characters.
"This place is even more magnificent than government buildings." Unexpectedly, in an economically backward autonomous prefecture, this kind of religious organization is actually more magnificent than any big city.
But thinking about it carefully, Qin Lang is not surprised. It seems that the more economically backward the place, the more prosperous the religion. For example, Tibetan areas are relatively backward in experience and strength, but religion is the most prosperous place in China, and the Potala Palace is a world-famous place of pilgrimage.
What Qin Lang didn't expect was that the rare and magnificent buildings in the autonomous prefecture belonged to the religious association.
From this point of view, the number of Buddhist believers in the Tibetan and Qiang Autonomous Prefecture is really quite a lot.
It may be because the religious association has a relatively high status in the autonomous prefecture, so that even the security guards at the gate are very arrogant, but after Qin Lang showed his military officer certificate, the security guard immediately let Qin Lang go, which shows that the power of the gun barrel cannot be ignored.
Entering the lobby of the religious association building, Qin Lang explained his purpose to a female staff member in the lobby.
"What? You want to see Zen Master Zana?" The female staff looked Qin Lang up and down, "Comrade officer, you should know that Zen Master Zana is the vice president of our religious association, and his schedule is full. It's full, if you want to see him, I'm afraid you should make an appointment first."
Qin Lang frowned, thinking that Zen Master Zana would talk about pomp. However, Qin Lang naturally has his own way. So, he said to the female staff member: "Miss, I seem to know you..."
"Do you know me?" The woman raised her head subconsciously and glanced at Qin Lang, but with this glance, the woman's eyes suddenly became blurred, and she said in a daze, "Oh, yes, I know you, You are a friend of Zen Master Zana... Do you want to see Zen Master Zana, he is in the Zen room No. 2 on the seventh floor."
"Thank you." Qin Lang smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the elevator.
When Qin Lang entered the elevator, the woman came back to her senses and said to herself: "Who did I talk to just now?"
The elevator reached the seventh floor, and Qin Lang came to the door of the second room.
This is obviously a high-rise office, but there are two stone Buddha statues guarding the door at the door of this room, which seems a bit incongruous.
boom! boom!
Qin Lang knocked on the door of the room, and then heard an impatient voice from inside, "Who? Didn't I tell you that I don't see any visitors today!"
"Where's the uninvited guest?" Qin Lang asked outside the door.
As soon as Qin Lang finished speaking, the door of the office was quickly opened.
Seeing Qin Lang, Zen Master Zana didn't panic or get angry. Instead, he showed humility and welcomed Qin Lang into his meditation room: "I really didn't expect that you would come here."