Dark underground.
The dancing flames coming out of the two braziers illuminated the surroundings.
I saw Mi Huizhi being tied to a cross-shaped iron pillar in an extremely embarrassed manner. His monk's clothes were stripped off and his power was blocked. He was like fish on a chopping board, leaving no room for resistance.
"...still unwilling to say anything?"
A figure asked calmly, "I advise you to give up your luck as soon as possible and don't try to escape again! The iron chain that binds you is made of the flesh and blood of the ancient royal family. It can ban all laws and no one can break free. Its bondage!”
"..."
Mi Huizhi lowered her head, looking at the dense scars on her body, crying in her heart.
He doesn’t know the power of ancient literature at all!
Literary...
Even the long river of literature has been torn open, let alone the power of ancient literature!
That thing has disappeared long ago, how can it still survive in this world?
To put it ten thousand steps back, even if there is, then maybe a saint who has to jump to the top of a heavy building can touch it, right?
Even though the Bodhisattva Secret Wisdom and Wisdom is known as one of the great Bodhisattvas, compared to that lofty realm, he is undoubtedly a small Karami, not even worthy of carrying his shoes!
Mi Huizhi remained silent, and the figure raised the whip again indifferently. It was taken from the poisonous tendons of the poisonous dragon, which can amplify the pain of people countless times: "It seems that you really don't know what is good and what is good!"
Crackling!
Mi Huizhi's face turned pale, and beads of sweat continued to leak out from her forehead: "I, I said..."
The figure moved for a moment, snorted coldly, and then stepped forward: "Speak!"
"I received it from my Father..."
"Your father?"
The figure raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, my father... Amitabha..."
Mi Huizhi just said this and paused deliberately. However, after waiting for a moment, there was no reaction at all!
"what are you waiting for?"
But the face of the figure opposite was still indifferent. In Mi Huizhi's shocked eyes, he slowly raised his hand, and an object like a meteor was spinning in the palm of his hand. It was Hongluo secret treasure!
The invisible energy has already blocked this underground area!
It is impossible to attract the attention of Amitabha by chanting the Buddha's name with such an artifact that carries the secret teachings of the supreme Taoist school as a seal!
"Do you really think I'm defenseless against you?"
The figure finished speaking slowly, then stretched out his hand and grabbed Mi Huizhi's neck. With a slight force, Mi Huizhi felt that his whole body was suffocating.
It wasn't until Mi Huizhi's brain turned white that the figure slowly let go and said again: "Keep talking, if you dare to play tricks again, don't blame my men for being ruthless!"
A strong fear flashed across Mi Huizhi's face, and she said tremblingly: "I said, I said... that power of literature did come from my father, but I stole it secretly, and he didn't know..."
"He has a big secret! It's not as simple as it seems!"
In order to protect Yang Fan, Mi Huizhi did not hesitate to throw everything on Amitabha, and mixed with a lot of secrets, making the figure in front of him also fall into thinking.
"Is it really... Amitabha?"
The figure glanced at Mi Huizhi and turned around to leave without continuing the interrogation.
After a while, he appeared in front of a huge Bagua array, and his body turned into a stream of light and sank into Chen Yinglong's body in the array.
"Amitabha?"
Chen Yinglong narrowed his eyes and his expression became solemn, "The rumored Lord of the Pure Land of the West? Has a great secret hidden in his predecessor? Is it suspected to be related to the opening of the Buddha Vein River?"
If you say so, it is indeed possible!
I thought it was a great blessing, but I didn't expect that it would lead to such a tyrannical being who would be at the forefront of the Buddhist world in Lingshan!
Even if the power of literature really remains, if it falls into the hands of a strong man of this level, it is not what he can get now!
"Before, the opponent's incarnation descended and he fought with Nurhachi on the pretext of seeking revenge for Mi Huizhi. Now it seems that there are more and more doubts!"
"It seems that we still need to go to the Golden Tent of the Great Khan to find out what's going on."
Chen Yinglong turned around in thought and slowly closed his eyes.
The golden tent of sweat.
God Tianxu asked to see him, and he met Nurhachi easily.
Compared to the natural god lineage, which is the strongest supporter of the supreme god of heaven and earth in shamanism, the functional gods are relatively neutral. However, the natural god lineage is stronger, so they are attached to the natural god.
As a functional god, God Tianxu's series of actions were quite appreciated by Nurhachi, and he was naturally identified as someone who could win over.
“With God’s presence here, could it be that he has some new policy strategies?”
Nurhachi looked at God Tianxu.
God Tianxu nodded slightly, took out a fold from his sleeve, and presented it to Nurhaci: "The Great Khan can take a look."
Nurhachi unfolded the fold directly, and the densely packed text in the fold came into view.
However, if you look closely, you will find that this has many similarities with the "Fangshan Jinglueshu" written by Yang Fan, and the name is also similar, called "The Ming Dynasty Jinglueshu"!
"This... isn't God afraid of triggering resistance from the entire Ming Dynasty?"
Nurhachi asked, squinting his eyes.
The expression of God Tianxu did not change: "The world will eventually be united, and only the winner will have a chance to reason. If the Qing Dynasty loses, then the measures in this book are given to the Qing Dynasty by the Ming Dynasty."
These words made Nurhachi lower his head again and look at the contents of the fold.
"Ben Khan has taken note of God's reminder! But..."
After a long time, he put down the fold again and said in an extremely firm voice: "That day will never happen!"
"Tianxu retires."
After Nurhachi inquired some more about the details in the book, God Tianxu left on his own initiative.
Nurhachi looked at his back, his eyes flashing.
After a while, he reached under the desk and took out another folder. It had a blue cover and the name on it was "Fang Shan Jing Luo Shu"!
"Tianxu, who are you..."
The faint voice echoed in the Great Khan's Golden Tent, but unfortunately, no one answered his question!
Shengjing City.
Since Nurhachi recently canonized Banji Living Buddha, the leader of Tantric Buddhism, Tantric monks in the Shaman Qing Dynasty area have become unprecedentedly active, and frictions with Shamanism have become increasingly frequent.
Mi Huizhi's disappearance did not attract many people's attention.
After all, there is no death.
However, this also means that Yang Fan can no longer use his identity as Secret Wisdom and Wisdom Bodhisattva openly!
"I had a great conversation with the Shaman High Priest last time. You might as well pay a secret visit. You might gain something else..."
Yang Fan was sitting in a restaurant, listening to the melancholy sounds coming from the Goulan tiles next door, and thought, "In addition, Chen Yinglong's incarnations are probably scattered in the shamanism. If there is a high priest to help, they may not be able to be transformed." Find it out..."
Bookstore
