When Li Qizhi heard that the purple dragon wood fruit could not help him continue his life, he was immediately disappointed, and his whole body was there in despair. After the enthusiasm in his eyes and the demon red on his face receded, he was suddenly wilted a lot. Suddenly he brightened his eyes again and muttered to himself: "There is a baby down here. I have to go down to find it. Liang Hongnong can't rely on it, and the apprentice he brought out can't be trusted. I don't rely on anyone. Go down and look for it myself." Ignoring Li Muye's concerned gaze, he turned back into the aircraft and ran to the crypt again.
Li Muye and Long Gongming teamed up to capture the demon monk of Tianzhu, who had run out of oil. The vitality of this guy was extremely tenacious. He had been trapped in the crypt for a long time, and he was shot several times when he came out, but his vital signs remained stable as usual.
Brother Xiaoye was a little worried that he could not bear the repeated blows, so he died. After getting back to the camp, Long Gongming personally performed a full-body check on him before he found out that after just a while, this guy’s internal and external wounds were already close. He is in a state of healing, and his fascia and the few remaining muscles can automatically squeeze out the bullets that have entered the body. Although he is still in a coma, it is not difficult to see that he is entering a certain mysterious realm. To wake up, the wounds on his body must have healed.
How could Li Muye allow him to recover from his injury so comfortably, this kind of person only needs to stay alive and speak, and immediately use Qingyun Jianyue to break all his tendons and hamstrings. He used a few silver needles to pierce the chakra nodes of his yoga practice. The man finally woke up from the pain. As soon as I opened my eyes, I found that I couldn't move all over, and suddenly yelled, lying down in the lab, and struggling like a live fish on a chopping board.
"Don't move, can you speak English?" Li Muye asked in Northeastern English.
India is a multi-state country, and the languages of different regions are different. However, because of being colonized by the British for many years, English has been popularized almost all over the country. However, in order to demonstrate their national characteristics, the triads speak a special kind of Indian English, which is called vice official language.
The man blinked with goldfish eyes like two old light bulbs before he understood it, nodded, and said, "Yes."
"The meeting will be easy." Li Muye said: "What is your name? What do you do? Why did you appear in the crypt?"
The man pondered for a while before he said, "My name is Marig, the servant of Shiva Aranda, who are you? Why do you treat me like this?"
Li Muye said: "Tell you about the rules, I will ask you to answer, don't talk about things that have nothing to do with my question."
"Otherwise?"
"Otherwise, I will use these needles to pierce you into blood." Li Muye gestured to the silver needle in his hand, and said, "Start with the eyeballs."
"You ask, I will try my best to cooperate as long as I can, and hope that you can allow me to leave after you ask." Marig said calmly.
The hand muscles and hamstrings of this man were picked off, the chakras of the whole body were sealed by silver needles, and the body was strangled a few times. At this point, you can still maintain such a calm state of mind. I have to say that the master of yoga has a high level of cultivation.
"Who is Shiva Aranda?"
"The great Shiva Aranda is not a human being, but the son of Lord Shiva, the holy son of the Sikh tribe, the immortal god of the world." Malig corrects Brother Ono very seriously.
"Are you or him?" Li Muye picked up silver and pierced his eyeballs.
This stabbing was not cruel, it was in the upper eye socket, and it gave a shallow stabbing, and a little blood shed to cover the pupils.
Marig grunted in pain, thinking that he had lost an eyeball. He had more than half of his skills in these eyes. When he thought that he would not be able to use his eyes to confuse the female disciple in the future, he couldn't help but cried out: " I'm telling the truth, devil, devil, you can kill my body, but my soul will always chase you, haunt you, curse you, tear you to pieces like a lion, and transform you like a tiger Into feces, let your..."
"Fuck your grandma, you and he don't want both eyes, right?"
Although this product is controlled by the whole body, its mental power is of the original power level, and a mouth has the ability to fall into smallpox, and just roaring can also affect the surrounding aura. Li Muye's heart rose when he was called, and then picked up the second silver needle.
"No, no!" Marigot called repeatedly: "Whatever you say, don't stab it anymore."
"Let's talk about it, where did it come from? Why did you get under there?"
"The little monk comes from the Golden Temple of Amritz in Punjab." Malig said: "It was the great Shiva Aranda who got the oracle, and the holy artifact of Ati Grant appeared in the north. He sent me to fetch it. I will take it for a month. I went down inside, but I couldn't get in."
"What is Ady Grant?"
"It is the holy land of Lemurian civilization, created by the great Shiva's son Aranda." Marig said: "He is neither male nor female. He exists in an eternal way. He created a meditation and penance to exercise the body and mind. The way guides us forward."
"You have no face, right?" After Li Muye finished saying this, he laughed first, and said a northeastern dialect for a moment. Then he said: "Just say what you ask, don't say what is useless." Then he asked: "Did your son of God send you alone?"
"No, we have a total of eleven masters. Four of them were sent this time. I was lucky to find this place first. Others may still be looking for them in the Himalayas."
"Eleventh Master?" Li Muye was startled, and asked, "Everyone has the same ability as you?"
Malig shook his head and said, "No, there are two masters who are stronger than me, and four of them have the same strength as me, and they have all cultivated the power of the dragon elephant."
"The power of the dragon elephant?" Li Muye's curiosity was completely drawn out by this strange flower, and he continued to ask: "What do you mean specifically?"
"It's very simple, that is, you can enter the water to fight the dragon, and go up the mountain to fall down the elephant." Marrig said: "The great Lord Aranda bestows divine art and allows mortal believers to obtain his divine power. As long as the faith is sufficiently pious, Dedicated to him wholeheartedly can gain such power."
"It means that there are eleven figures in your temple who are as strong as you or stronger than you?"
"It's the Golden Temple of Amritze." Malig said: "We came to the north with four of us this time. Among them, the strength of Guru Anak is far above me and has reached the realm of the power of the Buddha."
"This is the thing that bothers you religious people the most." Li Muye said: "You don't brag about drafts, just use it."
"I assure the great Aranda that every word that I said is true." Seeing Li Muye's expression on his face, Marlig quickly explained: "In our sect, the Buddha is not the supreme existence. For example, Bodhidharma is a figure of the power of the Buddha in our religion."
"The ancestor of Bodhidharma?" Li Muye glanced at Long Gongming beside him, and said: "Your English is better than me. Is he talking about the ancestor of Zen?"
Long Gongming nodded and said, "It should be him."
Li Muye suddenly felt that the monument was fragmented, and said: "Dare to love that our Chinese martial arts, which have been on the altar for many years, came out of Shaolin. The Zen ancestor who inherited Shaolin martial arts from Dharma is still not considered to be in India. The top person?"
Long Gongming said: "This statement was originally exaggerated. Physical skills have been passed down in the land of China for a long time. Before the Warring States period, there were countless great alchemists and great swordsmen. Daxing, this Indian monk probably won't be pushed to such a high position, but one thing is certain, this ancestor of Bodhidharma is indeed a figure of profound knowledge."
Li Muye turned his head and continued to question in English: "How do you communicate with each other? If you fail to complete the task in time, will you send someone over again later?"
Marige said: "The great Aranda guides us..." Li Muye picked up the silver needle. The servant immediately said, "We contacted by phone." Then he said, "In fact, this detection was initiated by the sponsor. We were only ordered to investigate the situation first. I didn't expect that we would not be able to communicate afterwards, so there was no way to get here. Report the situation to Aranda, but I believe Master Aranda must know everything." "Patron?" Li Muye asked, "Do you know what kind of person it is?"
Marlig shook his head and said: "I only know that it is a big man from Delhi. The specific identity is known by Aranda. Our original agreement was that as long as we find this place, we will notify them to bring the equipment and come over."
"No specific time agreed?"
"Everything obeys God's arrangement."
Li Muye turned to Long Gongming and said in Chinese, "It seems that he knows so much." He asked, "Tell me, how do you treat him?"
Long Gongming said: "It would be a shame if such a character is simply killed with a single knife. I think I can consider sending it to a biochemical laboratory for research."
"I'll leave it to you." Li Muye ordered: "The peripheral drones increase their search efforts and pay attention to these Indians. There are more and more guests. This time, let's report the hatred of the country!"
"Brother Li, what did you do to that black monk?" Fu Shu asked with concern, holding the cup of hot drink in both hands.
"He is still alive." Li Muye barked his teeth and said, "I at least didn't eat him."
Fu Shudao: "You are not in a hurry to go down to the crypt of the shrine to see?"
"This kind of thing depends on chance." Li Muye said: "The most important goal of my visit this time is not to go down to hunt for treasure."
Fu Shu thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Oh, I understand, you are going to use this place to set up a trap to draw your enemies over and destroy them."
"Although the black monk is quite powerful, it is not really a big fish." Li Muye said: "In the end, if they can't figure it out, I might take someone down."
As he was talking, as soon as the camp door opened, An Yi returned home like a wind and dust. Entering the door, seeing the little nun writing a book, he was taken aback for a moment.
"Fu Shu, why are you here?"
Li Muye smiled and asked, "Do you know each other?"
Fu Shu got up and came to An Yiru, and said: "Meet Uncle An."
An Yiru waved his hand and said: "This is not a mountain gate, so there is no need for so many rules. I want to ask you something, why are you here? Where are your Master and Master Hui Jian?"
When I mentioned Huijian, he burst into tears and said after a long time: "My master was conspired by a treacherous man. Master stayed at the mountain gate to take care of her master. Uncle Huijian took us to respond to Fang's request to come here to help. Fist searched for the antidote, and met the other side coveting our sword, killing her."
This Golden Ding Zen Secret Sword Gate and An Yiru’s Tai Chi Taoist Medicine Gate are separated by a mountain. The two portals communicate closely with each other. An Yi is like learning art when she was a child. When she was most difficult, she had to be assisted by others, especially with her age. The similar Hui Jianni was even the boyfriend of his youth. He was shocked by the bad news, and suddenly sobbed out of grief and asked, "Who is the other party?"
Li Muye said: "It was made by the people of Tianshitang." I don't want her to be too uncomfortable. At this time, the tragedy can't change the facts that have happened, but it will also affect her state, so he changed the topic and asked: "Go ahead. There is nothing embarrassing about the border response equipment, right?"
An Yiru understood the meaning of Brother Xiaoye, forced her sadness down, nodded, and said, "The people in the Foreign Affairs Bureau are very effective. The Nepalese military heard that it was Brother Bailong's business and gave the green light."
Li Muye pondered for a moment, and then said, "This little nun has been handed over to you. Her life is more important than mine, understand?" He said, he left and walked out.
An Yiru asked, "What are you going to do?"
Li Muye turned his head and smiled: "The new equipment is here, don't I have to try the water first?"
Fu Shu exclaimed: "I'm going to see it too."
An Yiru guessed that he wanted to leave Long Gongming alone to see the situation. In fact, she also wanted to be by Li Muye's side from time to time, but if it weren't for Fushu, she would never go against Xiaoye's meaning. She didn't speak, but looked over with expectant eyes.
"Then let's take a look..."
PS: I was in a hurry to go home. I drank too much, so I poured myself down. (End of this chapter)