When Li Qizhi heard that the purple dragon tree fruit could not help him survive, he was immediately disappointed. He was completely lost and lost. After the enthusiasm in his eyes and the demonic red on his face faded, he suddenly became much more depressed. Suddenly his eyes lit up again, and he said to himself: "There are treasures down here, and I have to go down and look for them. Liang Hongnong is unreliable, and neither are the disciples he brought out. I can't rely on anyone, so I will go down and look for them myself." After that, Ignoring Li Muye's concerned gaze, he turned around, entered the aircraft, and ran to the crypt again.
Li Muye and Long Gongming teamed up to capture the demon monk of Tianzhu alive who had run out of oil and lamps. This guy had extremely strong vitality. He had been trapped in the cave for an unknown period of time. He was shot several times when he came out, but his vital signs remained stable as usual.
Brother Xiao Ye was originally a little worried that he would not be able to withstand the repeated blows and would die like this. After he returned to the camp, Long Gongming personally performed a full body check on him and found that in just a short time, this guy's internal and external wounds were close to each other. He is in a healing state, and his fascia and remaining muscles can actually squeeze out the bullets that entered his body. Although he is still in a coma, it is not difficult to see that he is entering some kind of mysterious realm. When I wake up, the injuries on my body must have healed.
How could Li Muye allow him to recover from his injuries so comfortably? It was enough for such a person to survive and speak, so he immediately used Qingyun Xianyue to cut off all his tendons and hamstrings. Then he used a few silver needles to pierce the chakra nodes where he practiced yoga. The man finally woke up from the pain. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he couldn't move his whole body, and he screamed angrily. He was still lying on the experimental bed and was struggling like a live fish on the chopping board.
"Don't move. Do you speak English?" Li Muye asked in Northeastern dialect.
India is a multi-state country, and the languages in each region are different. However, because it has been colonized by the British for many years, English is widely used in almost the entire country. However, in order to highlight their national characteristics, the Asan guys specialize in speaking a kind of Indian English, called Vice. official language.
The man blinked his two goldfish eyes like old light bulbs for a moment before understanding. He nodded and said, "Yes."
"It will be easier if you know it." Li Muye said: "What is your name? What do you do? Why do you appear in that crypt?"
The man pondered for a while and then said: "My name is Marig, and I am Shiva Aranda's servant. Who are you? Why do you treat me like this?"
Li Muye said: "Let me tell you the rules. I'll ask you questions. Don't talk about things that have nothing to do with my question."
"What if?"
"Otherwise I will prick you with these needles and draw blood." Li Muye gestured with the silver needles in his hand and said, "Start with your eyeballs."
"You can ask. As long as you can tell me, I will try my best to cooperate. I hope you will allow me to leave after asking." Marig said in a calm tone.
This guy's hand tendons and hamstrings were severed, the chakras all over his body were sealed with silver needles, and he was also strangled with several leather cords. At this point, he can still maintain such a calm mind. It has to be said that this yoga master has a profound cultivation.
“Who is Shiva Aranda?”
"The great Shiva Aranda is not a human being, but the son of Lord Shiva. He is the holy son of the Sikhs and the immortal god on earth." Malig corrected Brother Ono very seriously.
"You just need a prick." Li Muye picked up a silver needle and pricked his eyeball.
This stabbing was not harsh, it was located in the upper eye socket. It was a shallow stabbing, and a little blood flowed out, covering the pupil.
Malig groaned in pain, thinking that he had lost an eyeball. Most of his abilities were in these eyes. When he thought that he would not be able to use his eyes to seduce the female disciples in the future, he couldn't help but feel like a knife was twisting his head and shouted: " I speak the truth, devil, devil, you may kill my body, but my soul will hunt you, haunt you, curse you, tear you to pieces like a lion, transform you like a tiger. Turn it into feces and let your..."
"Fuck your grandma, don't you want both of your eyes anymore?"
Although this guy's whole body is controlled, his mental power is at the level of the Force. He has amazing abilities with his mouth, and he can affect the surrounding aura just by shouting. Li Muye's heart was filled with anger when he called him, and he picked up the second silver needle.
"No, no!" Malig shouted repeatedly: "Whatever you say is what it is. Stop stabbing me."
"Tell me, where did it come from? Why did you go down there?"
"The young monk comes from the Amritse Golden Temple in Punjab." Marig said: "It was the great Shiva Aranda who got the oracle. The holy relics of Ati Grant appeared in the north. He sent me to get them. I took a month I went down inside before, but couldn't get through the door."
"What is Adeglant?"
"It is the holy land of the Lemurian civilization, founded by the great son of Shiva, Aranda." Marig said: "He is neither a man nor a woman, existing in an eternal way, and founded a civilization that uses meditation and asceticism to exercise the body and mind. The way guides us forward.”
"You are so shameless, aren't you?" After Li Muye said this, he laughed first and spoke a Northeastern dialect quickly. Then he added, "Just say whatever I ask you, and don't say anything useless." Then he asked, "Did your son of God just send you here alone?"
"No, we have eleven masters in total. Four were sent here this time. I was lucky enough to find them here first. Others may still be looking for them in the Himalayas."
"Eleven masters?" Li Muye was startled and asked, "Does everyone have the same ability as you?"
Marig shook his head and said: "No, there are two masters who are more powerful than me, and there are four others who are as strong as me, and they have all cultivated the power of dragon and elephant."
"The power of dragon and elephant?" Li Muye's curiosity was completely aroused by this strange thing, and he continued to ask: "What does it mean specifically?"
"It's very simple. You can submerge yourself into water and subdue dragons. You can climb up mountains and knock down elephants." Marig said: "The great Lord Aranda has given magical powers and allowed mortal believers to obtain his divine power. As long as they have enough faith and are willing to Such power comes from giving yourself to Him.”
"It means that your temple has a total of eleven people with the same strength as you or stronger than you?"
"It's the Amritse Golden Temple." Malig said: "We came to the north with four people this time. Among them, Master Anak's strength is far superior to mine, and he has reached the realm of the power of the Buddha."
"This is what annoys you religious people the most." Li Muye said: "When you brag, you don't make a draft, you just talk about it."
"I promise the great Aranda that every word I said is true." Seeing Li Muye's unhappy expression, Marige quickly explained: "Within our sect, the Buddha is not the supreme being. For example, Bodhidharma is a figure with the power of Buddha in our religion."
"Ancestor Bodhidharma?" Li Muye glanced at Long Gongming beside him and said, "Your English is better than mine. Is he talking about the ancestor of Zen Buddhism?"
Long Gongming nodded and said, "He is the one who should be mentioned."
Li Muye suddenly had a feeling of a rare monument in his heart, and said: "I dare you to believe that the world's martial arts that has been on the altar of China for many years came out of Shaolin. Shaolin martial arts was passed down from Bodhidharma, the ancestor of Zen Buddhism, and it is not even considered in India." The top guy?”
Long Gongming said: "This statement is originally exaggerated. Physical skills and kung fu have been passed down in China for a long time. Before the Warring States Period, there were countless great alchemists and great swordsmen. Hundreds of schools of thought contended and were as bright as the stars. If it were not for the subsequent fusion of foreign races, Buddhism Daxing, this Indian monk probably won't be pushed to such a high position, but one thing is for sure, this Bodhidharma ancestor is indeed a man with profound abilities."
Li Muye turned around and continued questioning in English: "How do you communicate with each other? If you fail to complete the task in time, will you send someone else here later?"
Marig said: "The great Aranda guides us..." Li Muye picked up the silver needle. The guy immediately said: "Let's contact by phone." He added: "Actually, this detection was initiated by the sponsor. We were just ordered to explore the situation first. Unexpectedly, we would not be able to communicate at all after we went down, so we couldn't put it here. I will report the situation to Aranda, but I believe Lord Aranda must know everything." "Patron?" Li Muye asked, "Do you know what kind of person he is?"
Marig shook his head and said: "I only know that he is a big shot from Delhi. Only Mr. Aranda knows his specific identity. Our original agreement was that as soon as we find this place, we will notify them to bring the equipment and come here."
"No specific time agreed upon?"
“Everything is subject to God’s arrangement.”
Li Muye turned to Long Gongming and said in Chinese: "It seems that he only knows so much." He asked: "Tell me, how to take care of him?"
Long Gongming said: "It would be a pity to kill such a character with a simple knife. I think we can consider sending him to the biochemical laboratory for research."
"I'll leave it to you." Li Muye ordered: "Intensify the search efforts with peripheral drones and keep an eye out for these Indians. There are more and more guests. This time we will avenge the hatred between our country and our family!"
"Brother Li, what did you do to that black monk?" Fu Shu asked with concern, holding the hot drink cup in both hands.
"He's still alive." Li Muye bared his teeth and said happily, "At least I didn't eat him."
Fu Shu said: "Aren't you in a hurry to go down to the crypt of the shrine and have a look?"
"This kind of thing depends on chance." Li Muye said: "The most important goal of my coming here this time is not to hunt for treasure."
Fu Shu thought for a while and suddenly said: "Oh, I understand, you want to use this place to set up a trap to lure your enemies here and destroy them."
"Although that black monk is very powerful, he is not really a big fish yet." Li Muye said: "If they can't handle it in the end, I might take people down."
Just as he was talking, the camp door opened and An Yi came back dusty. When I entered the door and saw the little nun writing books, I was slightly stunned for a moment.
"Fu Shu, why are you here?"
Li Muye smiled and asked, "Do you know each other?"
Fu Shu stood up and came to An Yiru. He bowed politely and said, "Greetings to Uncle An."
An Yiru waved her hand and said: "This is not a mountain gate, so there are no need for so many rules. Let me ask you, why did you come here? Where are your master and Uncle Huijian?"
At the mention of Huijian, Fu Shu burst into tears, and after a while he said intermittently: "My master was plotted by a traitor. Master stayed at the mountain gate to take care of him. Uncle Huijian led us to respond to the other party's request to come here to help. Quan was looking for an antidote, and then met the other party who coveted our sword, and she was killed."
The Secret Sword Sect of Jinding Zen Sect and An Yiru's Taiji Taoist Medical Sect are only separated by a mountain. The two sects have close exchanges. An Yiru studied martial arts when he was a child, and he still had to get help from others during the most difficult times, especially with his age. Hui Jianni, who was similar in appearance, had been best friends since they were young. When they heard the bad news, they burst into tears with uncontrollable sadness and asked, "Who is this person?"
Li Muye said: "It was done by people from Tianshi Hall." He didn't want her to feel too uncomfortable. At this time, the sadness could not change the fact that had happened, but would also affect her state, so he changed the subject and asked: "You go Didn't you encounter any difficulties with the border response equipment?"
An Yiru understood what Brother Xiao Ye meant, suppressed the sadness in her heart, nodded, and said: "The people in the Foreign Affairs Bureau are very efficient in doing things. The Nepalese military heard that it was Senior Brother Bailong's business and gave it the green light."
Li Muye pondered for a moment and then said, "I leave this little nun to you. Her life is more important than mine. Do you understand?" With that, he started to walk out.
An Yiru asked: "What are you doing?"
Li Muye turned around and smiled: "The new equipment is here, why don't I try the water first?"
Fu Shu shouted: "I want to see it too."
An Yiru guessed that he wanted to leave Long Gongming and go see the situation alone. In fact, she also wanted to be with Li Muye at all times, but if Fu Shu hadn't spoken, she would never have gone against Brother Xiaoye's wishes. She didn't speak, but looked over with expectant eyes.
"Then let's go and see together..."
PS: I was in a hurry to go home. I drank too much and drank myself to death. (End of chapter)