I preached in the Six Dynasties

Chapter 613
"Brother is good at it."

Fang La came out with a big smile, even changing her address.

Before Li Yu could speak, he was dragged forward by him, and soon came to a tunnel entrance.

"Everything you want is inside, and I didn't move at all."

Li Yu rubbed his hands together and said, "Of course Duke Ming's character is trustworthy."

He took out a Yanjing box from his arms and handed it to Fang La. After the latter opened it, his eyes lit up.

"It's really the Samadhi Fire Spirit!"

The Samadhi Divine Fire is already one of the most lethal fires in the world, much stronger than the Nether Fire in Li Yu's Huo Zi Jue.

But Li Yu, like everything about him, has a high ceiling and malleability.

With the improvement of his cultivation base, the power will also increase, but the Sanmai Shenhuo is different, it is born at its peak, and will not change with the user's cultivation base.

There is nothing like this in Li Yu's body. Whether it is spiritual power or magic weapon, he pursues something that can grow.

When the four came to the tunnel, they found that they were surrounded by people who were being hung. When they looked carefully, these people were covered in wounds, hanging in the air, with painful expressions.

Among them, there are mountains of treasures.

The only person standing in the tunnel was a gray-haired old woman with a square head and big ears, a hooked nose, a deep outline, strange warts on her rough face, numbness at the end of her eyes and cheekbones. There are also large areas of dark brown and fine spots, and the appearance is very ugly; although the body is somewhat bent, the shoulders and arms are thick and tight, the skeleton is very thick, and the back is almost no different from that of a man.

If you don't look carefully, you might think you've come to hell. This is Po Meng.

Li Yu asked in astonishment, "What are these?"

"They are all monks from the Jokhang Temple. The dead bones you saw in the desert belong to a group of monks. Those of a certain rank are all here." Fang La said with a smile.

"Is this going?"

Before Fang La could speak, the old woman said, "These people have committed countless sins, how can they die easily. Each of them needs to suffer here until the last trace of life dries up."

After she finished speaking, she laughed darkly, and that laughter made people get goosebumps in broad daylight.

Only then did Li Yu notice that the skin of these hanging monks was covered with a strange liquid, and their expressions were distorted, but there was no sound in their grown mouths, and the shriveled mouths had long since disappeared. The teeth, where the tongue should be protruding, are actually empty, leaving only a bunch of short fleshy roots.

Fang La pointed to a monk in the middle, and said, "This is the reincarnated soul boy. He has committed the most serious crimes. I will make his life worse than death, and he will suffer here forever."

Li Yu shuddered. The monks in the Jokhang Temple didn't treat people as human beings, and they didn't know how many lives they had enslaved.They have been in Tubo these years, and they can be said to be masters, even more noble than Tubo nobles.

It never occurred to them that they met someone who was worse than them. As expected, the villain needs to be tortured by the villain. Compared with Fang La, they are not cruel.

Soon, the eyes of the four of them turned from the surrounding monks to the treasures in the room.

Li Yu waved his hand, white light flashed, and all these things were counted in Fengyue Baojian.

Li Yu was very satisfied, and said with a smile: "From now on, just tell me what King Ming wants, and we can discuss the price. This time, King Ming is so generous, I will definitely give you a profit next time."

Fang La smiled and said, "It's easy to say!"

Li Yu and the others were satisfied, and couldn't wait to go out and share the treasure equally. Halfway through, Li Yu turned around and said, "By the way, there are endless internal struggles in the Buddhist sect. I heard that this esoteric sect is one of the very important forces, and now you have given it to me. You have to be careful of someone retaliating."

Fang La smiled and said, "I'm afraid they won't come."

"Confident enough." Li Yu said with a smile: "Ming Wang, we are destined to meet again!"

This place was very uncomfortable, although Li Yu wished that these monks would suffer and suffer and pay for their sins.But after seeing it with my own eyes, I still feel creepy. Fang La is really not ordinary.

Once most people embark on the path of cultivation, they will gradually become selfish and ruthless. They only care about their own cultivation, whether they can live forever, whether they can live forever.

People like Li Yu and Fang La are rare, because generally speaking, the more selfish monks are, the easier it is to survive, and the other one will be eliminated over time.

Fang La would rather take a huge risk than assassinate Zhao Ji; it's the same reason for Li Yu to kill Zhao Ji as soon as he heard the little demon tell about how he ate young children.

Suddenly, Fang La asked from behind: "Brother Li Yu, can you take the liberty to ask, what did you see in the Tianzilou?"

Li Yu stopped, was silent for a moment, and immediately said: "All wars and disasters will be peaceful, but this requires a great man."

"Who are you seeing!" Fang La asked excitedly, "Did you see clearly, is there a fog?"

Li Yu smiled and said, "I see clearly, that person is myself."

Fang La suddenly burst into laughter excitedly, his eyes were glistening with tears, and he clapped his hands.

Li Yu smiled, and walked out of the tunnel with the other three.

After they went out, the tunnel door slowly closed, and Fang La's smiling face slowly disappeared.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of the Dalai Lama who was hanging beside him. The fifth Dalai Lama's face turned red and gradually turned purple.

He slowly let go of his hand, but there was no relief on Dalai's face. He yearned for death more than ever.

The current him slowly remembered the first concubine Ming who was tortured and killed by him when he was young.

It was in the main hall. On a smooth stone platform in the hall, a naked girl's limbs were stretched into the character "big", and her wrists and ankles were locked with iron rings.Her chest couldn't help trembling slightly, her thin white legs were white and straight, and her flat belly looked like a little white mouse turned upside down. There was no expression on her face, but her tears couldn't stop.

At that time, he was only five years old, and he had just been selected as a soul boy, and he wanted to concoct his own female flesh lotus.This concubine Ming was not chosen randomly, she first had to go through one hundred and eight vajras to pierce the lotus; then pickled poisonous insects and herbs for ninety-nine and eighty-one days; After that is to cut the lotus.When the lotus is cut, there is no blood or flesh, no blood can be seen, and what is cut is no longer flesh.If you see blood at this time, it means that the processing has not been completed.All previous efforts were wasted.

Until the meat lotus is finally refined, people must be alive.If you lose your breath before cutting the lotus, all previous efforts will be wasted!The processing has been completed, but the meat lotus has not yet completed its merits and virtues. It needs to be finely kneaded by monks with merits and virtues. After nine years, it can be truly round and flexible like an ancestral magic weapon, which has been handed down for thousands of years.Only then will it be considered complete.

Holding a sharp knife, he laughed and said, "Have you ever seen your own Lian Xin, what does it look like? I can show you when I cut open your lower abdomen later!"

Was it the despair she felt at the time?
(End of this chapter)