The Buddha in Gulan City moved, and his whole body was moved with one blow. By the Nanli River, Qingning also woke up from the healing, got up and left.

At the same time, among the Northern Mongolian army, there was also a report on the broken war of Mijie Mountain in front of the table, and the atmosphere in the entire camp became dull.

"Military advisor, will your Majesty be in danger?" Qing Wuyou said with a little worried expression.

"No" Fan Lingyue shook her head. Mingyue not only would not be in danger, but would also be returned in disguise.

As we all know today, the bright moon is in Ning Chen's hands, and the abbot of Du'er Temple is the same. In the current situation, the Northern Mongolian, the Eternal Night God Sect, and the Buddha Kingdom, everyone hopes that the other party can do more to share the pressure brought by the battlefield.

Whether Mingyue returns to Northern Mongolia will undoubtedly have a great impact on Northern Mongolia. The abbot of Du'er Temple knows better than anyone else. He will only try his best to save and send Mingyue back, rather than taking the opportunity to threaten it.

None of them has the strength to independently compete with Daxia. At this time, no one will be so stupid as to destroy their alliance.

There are not many smart people in this world, but not many fools. If the abbot of Du'er Temple cannot understand such a simple truth, his Buddha on earth will be in vain.

In Mijie Mountain, in front of the shattered Buddha, Ning Chen had been sitting for a whole day, looking at the three things taken out of the secret room, a scroll of martial arts, a bottle of Buddha's Heavenly Pill, and a golden short sword.

"The person coming" Ning Chen spoke.

"In" an imperial guards came forward and saluted respectfully.

"Go and bring those four monks here"

"Yes" the imperial guards took the order and then quickly walked towards the hall.

Not long after, the four soldiers rushed to the Buddha with four monks, stood aside, and waited for the next order.

Ning Chen stood up, said nothing, pointed at one of the monks with his right hand, and as the frost was falling lightly, he pointed at one of the monks.

"Well"

The sandalwood was broken, and a long painful humming sounded from the Buddhist Vajra, and blood flowed down from the mouth.

Seeing this, the four imperial guards were shocked and unable to say it. Although the four men's merits were destroyed, their physical strength was still as strong as before. How could they be injured so easily?

"It's true"

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. The Vajra Indestructible Body's technique records how to practice 360 ​​main acupoints all over his body, but he did not lift the Tanzhong acupoint in the middle of his chest.

There is no perfect martial art in the world. No matter how strong the golden light is, there are still places that cannot be cultivated. A cave in the Sandalwood is the biggest flaw.

No wonder all the monks in the Buddhist Kingdom he had met always put one hand on his chest. It turned out that this is the reason.

However, in addition to this matter, there is another thing he cares about, which is the golden dagger he took out from the secret room.

Since the abbot of Due Temple placed it in such an important place, it must have its unusual place.

Moreover, he clearly felt that there was an indescribable force in this sword, but it was forcibly suppressed by another force.

This suppression power is undoubtedly the authentic Buddhist power of Buddhism. It is very powerful, at least it is only at the innate level.

"What is this?" Ning Chen walked to another Buddhist vajra with a golden short sword and asked.

"Amitabha" Buddha Vajra clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name with his mouth, but he refused to reveal a single sentence.

"I don't want to say it, right?" Ning Chen sneered. He liked to be stubborn. "Come on, break open his Tanzhong hole, and then dig a hole to bury him. Remember, don't bury it in your chest."

"Yes" an imperial guard came forward and took him away.

"Where are you?" Ning Chen walked to the next Buddhist Vajra and asked calmly.

"This is the holy weapon of Buddhism." This Buddhist Vajra did not blindly stubbornly and responded.

"What's the purpose?" Ning Chen continued to ask.

"It's just a token, it has no special function," replied the Buddhist Vajra.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ning Chen glanced at the monk in front of him indifferently and suddenly said.

The Buddhist Vajra was stunned and did not react for a while.

"Take it away, just like the one just now," Ning Chen ordered.

"Yes" Another soldier came and took him away.

Ning Chen walked to the last Buddhist Vajra and said coldly, "You are the only one left. My patience is limited. I will only give you one chance. It's the question I just said."

"This sword is called the Blood-Striped Sword. It was not a Buddhist object, but a magic weapon. At the beginning of the Buddhist temple, it was obtained by the first abbot of this temple. It suppressed the Dharma under Du'er Temple for three hundred years, and finally sealed the magic and became a holy soldier in Buddhism."

After the words came, the last Buddhist Vajra sighed deeply and silently recited the Buddha's name.

"There are only so many?" Ning Chen asked.

"There are only so many" Buddhist Vajra nodded.

"Can this seal be untied?" Ning Chen asked casually.

"No" A faint panic flashed in the eyes of the Buddhist Vajra, denying it.

"Take it away" Ning Chen said coldly.

"Yes" the soldiers on the side stepped forward and took away the last Buddhist Vajra.

After getting this little information, Ning Chen thought for a while and said, "Come on."

"In" an imperial guard soldier came and said respectfully.

"Take people to the main hall and the back hall to continue searching, especially the secret room, to see if you can find anything suspicious," Ning Chen explained in a deep voice.

"As for orders" the soldier clasped his fists and bowed, and then left.

After saying that, Ning Chen carried the golden short sword and came to the place where the three monks were buried, waiting quietly.

The mountain is a stone mountain, and it is not easy to find a place with soil. However, building temples is always inseparable from soil. How can there be no soil in so many temples of all sizes on the mountain?

The three of them were buried about a hundred feet away from the Buddha. The Tanzhong acupoint in the middle of the chest had been broken, and under the pressure of the earth, they kept spraying blood out.

"The wound is too big, pay attention next time," Ning Chen glanced at the three soldiers next to him and said.

"Yes" the three soldiers responded.

Ning Chen walked up, looked at the three monks, and said calmly, "How is it, does it feel okay? There are only about 4,000 milliliters of blood in the human body. If you lose more than one-third, you will fall into a coma, and more than half of it will die. Of course, you can't understand it. Let me tell you about these. In a while, you will feel empty, hallucination, and fantasy. At that time, you will be not far from death. However, you were once warriors, and you could hold on to more than ordinary people, and you could survive for half an hour."

"Amitabha" and the three of them closed their eyes together.

"Good like this" Ning Chen smiled coldly, not in a hurry at all. Death is not scary. What is scary is the process of waiting for death. As long as these three people are not real Buddhas, he will not believe that no one will shake it.

"Hou, is this useful?" a soldier asked in a low voice.

"You will know later," Ning Chen replied calmly. The greatest fear of a person is the unknown, and this fear will be infinitely magnified in the process of waiting for death. In no time, these three people can clearly feel their lives being lost from their bodies bit by bit. Not everyone can tolerate the fear of death brought by that sense of emptiness. At that time, it is the time to test their Buddha's heart.

A quarter of an hour later, the land in front of the three Buddhist Vajras had been completely dyed red with blood, forming a bright red piece. The three of them had begun to turn pale, and the blood gradually faded away.

Ning Chen inserted the golden short sword in front of the three of them and stood patiently waiting.

He didn't believe it. These three monks were really not afraid of death. If it were someone else, he might still believe it, but these bald donkeys were absolutely impossible.

The reason is very simple. They have no faith. The monks on Mijie Mountain know more than anyone else whether their Buddha exists or not. Even the miracles of Buddhism were created by them. How could such people who even believe are forged, really not afraid of death?

Two quarters of an hour passed, the three of them had already started to tremble, their lips turned white, and a slight sweat appeared on their foreheads, and it was still increasing.

Almost all, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the real test began now.

Three quarters of an hour passed, and the three of them were still holding on, but their eyes were closed and their faces began to show a hint of fear.

At this moment, the soldiers who went to search the secret room came back and were about to speak, but Ning Chen winked at him.

"How was the search? Have you found anything?" Ning Chen asked.

The soldiers understood and said, "Report to the Marquis, I found some clues. Brothers want to ask the Marquis to come and take a look."

"Okay, I will go there now. These three people are useless. If you don't want to say it, forget it. You'll be buried after the blood is dry." Ning Chen ordered coldly.

"Yes" the three soldiers standing aside respectfully received the order.

After giving the order, Ning Chen pulled up the golden short sword stained with blood mud on the ground, and then turned around and left.

"I said!" At this moment, one person could not bear the torture of the fear of death. He opened his eyes and spoke tremblingly.

"Oh? It seems that someone still knows the current affairs." Ning Chen stopped, a cold smile flashed across his lips, and said, "Save him out, the other two are buried."

"As for orders," the three soldiers responded.

"I also said," at this time, another person opened his eyes and said in fear.

The remaining one of you showed anger and was about to curse.

However, the scolding could never be said. Ning Chen flashed and came to him instantly, then stepped into the soil with a thump, and he stepped into the soil with his head and body.

"Buried him, bring the remaining two people here." Ning Chen said coldly. After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the back hall.

The two Buddhist vajras were dug out, and a moment later, they were taken to the back hall with dizziness.

"Tell me, what is the origin of this short sword? How to untie the seal?" Ning Chen glanced at the two of them and spoke.

A Buddhist Vajra flashed with guilt and said in a low tone, "The origin of the sword is recorded on a stone slab underground in the secret room, and the method to remove the seal is also on it."

"Where is the specific location of the stone slab?" Ning Chen asked again.

"I can take the marquis to find him," another Buddhist Vajra said hurriedly.

"Leading the way" Ning Chen said lightly.

The two of them dared not resist and walked honestly towards the secret room.
Chapter completed!