Wei Yang always doesn't understand one problem.

Why did the Persian Ming Cult always circulate in the Western Regions?

Don’t they want to cooperate with the Sun and Moon God Sect?

That's probably fake.

"Now it seems that there are fewer people on the one hand, and on the other hand, I'm afraid the Demon Sect is unwilling to do so, and they have a backer in the Western Regions." Wei Yang said in his heart, so he asked, "I remember it is the Holy Fire Order of the 'Old Man in the Mountain'. Didn't you learn it?"

The monk cursed: "You are talking nonsense, we don't recognize it..."

"Stop pretending, I need you to admit it?" Wei Yang turned around and left, "Okay, go as planned. Since they refuse to cooperate and cannot be used by us, then ruin it."

Zhao Yunfu nodded: "I'm going to send someone to the arranged confession..."

"Let's go!" the monk shouted, "Who's surname is Wei, don't you want the Vajra to subdue demons?! OK, I can give it to you, but..."

"You'll say what you should say first." Wei Yang immediately picked up the paper and pen that were placed aside.

Zhao Yunfu waved his hand, and Gao Dusi immediately walked out with a few people. Halfway through the walk, he suddenly turned around: "Brother Wei, they took the medicine..."

"It's okay. If you are willing to cooperate later, then you will give them water. If you don't," Wei Yang thought for a while, "Oh, yes, I remember that I can't sell pork recently, so I'll find a few pigs. By the way, I want to breed pigs, remember to feed them a few more kilograms of potions."

Gao Dusi's feet trembled, and he listened to the disaster's order: "In addition, beating drums and drums later, call all the soldiers and civilians in the city, and let them see what this disciple of the Vajra Sect, the master disciple of the Shaolin Sect, did to breeding pigs."

Zhao Yunfu showed unbearable expression.

A little too much?

"They are enemies, what kind of kindness do you say to the enemy?" Wei Yang said, "I don't care about the means of killing the enemy, I just care whether they are dead."

Several monks were silent.

"By the way, there is no need to prevent them from committing suicide. The bodies are sometimes more convincing," Wei Yang said. "I gave them delicious food and drinks, and they even committed suicide. What's not shame? I ate Central Plains rice and smashed my people's bowls. I was captured in one move. I was so shy that I committed suicide, and I just admitted their crimes."

"I said." The monk didn't dare to scold him anymore. He just thought about the fire in his belly, and then thought about the few breeding pigs that had taken the medicine...

This disaster is really a saying that it is said that the Vajra Gate of the Western Regions practices martial arts against boars!

"Okay." Wei Yang went over and patted the monk's waist and abdomen, promising, "Don't worry, I'll only ask about martial arts today."

The monk was a little relieved and looked at the bucket next to him.

Zhao Yunfu shouted, "I'll finish it first!"

"Oh, the huge Hami Wei, are you still afraid of those pounds of pounds of fertilization?" Wei Yang smiled kindly and comforted, "Don't worry, if you find a reason later, I'll feed you half a pound."

The monk closed his eyes and recited it immediately, and the beginning said: "If I hear this, my body is like a mountain, and there are thousands of bubbles..."

Wei Yang wrote down one by one, and after he finished reciting thousands of words, he looked carefully in the light and suddenly said, "You memorize it again."

The monk was stunned.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm just afraid that you will be inverted in order, memorize it," Wei Yang put out seven or eight bags with a snap, and placed it on the table one by one, introducing, "This is 'Tiger Sees the Cold', this is 'Twelfth Month Spring', and this is called 'Yi Xiao Breeding Pig Crazy'. After you finish reading it for the second time, I will feed you half a pound. Let's see which sentence you memorize wrongly."

The monk was so excited that he felt chill that he was swaying for a moment with his head down. He gritted his teeth, but this time he recited "Two views and clear nature, body and mind are at peace, and thoughts are not caused by any thoughts... It's like meeting a hill, evil is like glaring at the eyes, and great freedom..."

He lowered his head and recited silently, and the monks all bowed their heads and listened.

Is this the magical power of Vajra to subdue demons?!

"This is the scripture in the "Lingyun Sutra". " Zhao Yunfu shook his head.

Wei Yang picked up a pack of medicine and heard the monk suddenly recite loudly: "...The bright moon in the mountains is unblocked by me, like the scorching sun, a ray of flowers fragrance comes from the sea of ​​my heart, giving birth to the Dantian, a purple sea, and a river. At that time, people's hearts produce demons, and regard the Heavenly Demon as a sin, as if they hear music, as if they watch dance, and the ordinary hearts arise. And evil is like showing out, like holding a pestle, hitting my body, and having thoughts. Then the sun and the moon are in the sky, and the witch dances out of the Dantian, going down to the Yin Court, and circumference around the tailbone."

After he finished reciting, Wei Yang took the medicine, but looked for the fat monk: "What was he chanting for the first time?"

The fat monk immediately said, "I don't know."

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna." The monk suddenly said in a low voice.

Wei Yang said in his heart, isn’t this the martial arts of Master Jinlun?

So……

"You are from the Secretology?" Wei Yang said immediately.

The monk closed his eyes for a while, shook his head and revealed: "You don't have to ask about these things, the disciples of the Vajra Sect of Uszang's Secretariat."

"Then where did your Dragon Elephant Prajna Meditate come from?" Wei Yang said, "After the death of Jinlun National Master, his only disciple, Darba, disappeared. As for the traitor Huo, I am afraid that there is no such opportunity. Are you the descendants of Darba?"

The monk said strangely: "Who is Darba? Who is the National Master of Jinlun?"

and you……

"Master Ms. I am a man from Uszang. He has been practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna throughout his life, and has only practiced the sixth level. It took a hundred years to see that the magical skills that Uszang Vajra Sect has been searching for for a hundred years is really mediocre. I have practiced for twenty years, but it is not very useful. It is far less than the magical power of Vajra to subdue demons, so it has never been regarded as a treasure." The monk shouted, "Ah, give it water!"

After pouring a bucket of water on him, Wei Yang thought with the martial arts technique.

He tried to resolve it with the nameless magical power, but felt that he had only slightly increased his strength.

Is this the famous "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Prajna"?

Hold it!

"It seems that your master's origin is something you have protected throughout your life." Wei Yang put away the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna" which he didn't know whether it was true or false, and picked up the Vajra magical power to subdue demons, pondered and asked, "Then tell me, what is the previous sentence of "evil like anger"?"

The monk just ran away and another poison was poison.

"The little monk is not very smart, guard guards, don't be too anxious first." The monk cried and begged, "It's in your hands, for example, when you go to Avici Hell, how dare you hide it? Besides, if you learn this Vajra magical power of subduing demons, some Shaolin masters are looking for you for bad luck, and the little monk is not happy yet..."

"It seems that I'm still awake, so I'll take another medicine." Wei Yang didn't care about this person's pity.

Zhao Yunfu sat beside him and watched for a while, walked out with a wooden pier; after a while, he got up and went outside the door. In the end, he unknowingly arrived on the ground, looking at the sky and the bright moon in the sky.

This guy is such a ruthless man. He spent a whole day conquering those prisoners.

But why did Uszang get in again?

Zhao Yunfu had a headache.

Wei Yang still didn't stop at this moment. He interrogated the monk over and over again, asked the method of heart and explanation, and after explaining, he suddenly asked the original text again. After repeated visits, the monk's mind was in a mess. He said whatever Wei Yang asked.

The other prisoners did not dare to speak, and their sweat was soaked in the monk's robe for a day.

But what they strangely arose was that Wei Yang really only asked about martial arts and mental methods.

If they dared to talk about intelligence, the man slapped it over with a knife and said, "I am a loyal person. I promise not to ask about intelligence today. What are you telling me for? Will it ruin my reputation?"

Do you have a reputation?
Chapter completed!