The Buddha in Gulan City moved, moving the whole body with a single move. Next to the Nanli River, Qing Ling also woke up from the healing, got up and left.
At the same time, among the Northern Mongolian army, there was also a battle report on Mijie Mountain's defeat in front of Fan Lingyue's desk, and the atmosphere in the entire camp became dull.
"Military Advisor, will your majesty be in danger?" Qing Wuyou said with a worried expression.
"No." Fan Lingyue shook his head. Not only would Mingyue not be in danger, but he would also be returned as a blessing in disguise.
Now everyone knows that Mingyue is in the hands of Ning Chen, and the same goes for Du'e Temple Abbot. In the current situation, Beimeng, Eternal Night Divine Cult, and Buddhist Kingdom all hope that the other party can contribute more to share the pressure on the battlefield.
Whether Mingyue returns to Northern Mongolia will undoubtedly have a great impact on Northern Mongolia. Du'e Temple Abbot knows this better than anyone else and will only try his best to save and send Mingyue back instead of taking the opportunity to threaten him.
Among them, no one has the strength to independently compete with Great Xia. At this time, no one is stupid enough to destroy each other's alliance.
In this world, there are not many smart people, but not many fools. If Du'e Temple Abbot cannot understand such a simple truth, his name Human Buddha will be in vain.
Mijie Mountain, Ning Chen has been sitting in front of the broken Buddha for a whole day, looking at the three things taken out from the secret room, a roll of exercises, a bottle of Buddha Heaven Pill, and a golden dagger.
"Come here," Ning Chen said.
"Here" a Imperial Guards soldier came forward and saluted respectfully.
"Go and bring those four monks here."
"Yes" Imperial Guards general took the order and walked quickly towards the main hall.
Not long after, four soldiers escorted four monks to the Buddha and stood aside, waiting for the next order.
Ning Chen stood up without saying anything, pointed his sword in his right hand, Frost Bloom lightly touched it, and pointed at one of the monks.
"Uh"
The sandalwood was broken, and Buddhist Vajra let out a long painful groan, and blood dripped from his mouth.
Seeing this situation, the four Imperial Guards were immediately shocked and speechless. Although the four people's martial arts bodies were crippled, their physical strength was still the same as before. How could they be injured so easily.
"As expected"
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. Indestructible Vajra Body's exercises recorded how to cultivate all 360 main points throughout the body, but they did not mention the Tanzhong point in the middle of the chest.
There is no perfect technique in the world. No matter how strong the Golden Light Indestructible Body is, there are still areas that cannot be cultivated. One point in Tanzhong is the biggest flaw.
No wonder all the Buddhist Kingdom monks he had seen always put one hand on their chest. It turned out to be this reason.
However, apart from this matter, there was one thing that he cared about very much, which was the golden dagger he took out from the secret room.
Du'e Temple Abbot Since it is placed in such an important place, it must have something unusual about it.
Moreover, he clearly felt that there was an indescribable power in this sword, but it was forcibly suppressed by another force.
This suppressing power is undoubtedly the authentic Buddhist power of Buddhism. It is very powerful, at least it has fluctuations that can only be seen at the innate level.
"What is this?" Ning Chen walked up to another Buddhist Vajra holding a golden dagger and asked.
"Amitabha" Buddhist Vajra put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, but refused to reveal even a single word.
"You don't want to say that, right?" Ning Chen sneered, he likes to be tough, "Come here, open his Tanzhong point, then dig a hole and bury him. Remember, don't bury him above your chest."
"Yes." A Imperial Guards soldier came forward and took him away.
"What about you?" Ning Chen walked to the next Buddhist Vajra and asked calmly.
"This is the sacred weapon of Buddhism." This Buddhist Vajra responded aloud without speaking harshly.
"What is it for?" Ning Chen continued to ask.
"It's just a token, it has no special function," Buddhist Vajra replied.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ning Chen glanced at the monk in front of him and said suddenly.
Buddhist Vajra was stunned and didn't react for a while.
"Take it away, just like the one before" Ning Chen ordered.
"Yes" Another soldier came and took him away.
Ning Chen walked up to the last Buddhist Vajra and said coldly, "You are the only one left. My patience is limited and I will only give you one chance. Let's talk about the same problem as before."
"The name of this sword is Blood-Patterned Sword. It is not a Buddhist object, but a magic weapon. When Buddhism was founded, it was obtained by the first abbot of this temple. It was suppressed under Du'e Temple with Buddhist methods for three hundred years. It finally sealed the demonic nature and became a sacred weapon of Buddhism."
After the words fell, the last one, Buddhist Vajra, sighed deeply and silently recited a Buddhist name.
"Only this many?" Ning Chen asked.
"There are only so many" Buddhist Vajra nodded.
"Can this seal be broken?" Ning Chen asked casually.
"Impossible," Buddhist Vajra denied with a hint of undetectable panic in his eyes.
"Take 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 about it and said, "Here comes someone."
"Here" a Imperial Guards soldier came over and said respectfully.
"Take people to the main hall and back hall to continue searching, especially the secret room, to see if we can find anything suspicious again," Ning Chen explained in a deep voice.
"Follow your orders." The soldiers clasped their fists in salute and left immediately.
After saying that, Ning Chen carried the golden dagger and came to the place where the three monks were buried and waited quietly.
The mountain is a mountain of stones, so it is not easy to find a place with soil. However, building temples is always inseparable from soil. There are so many large and small temples on the mountain, how could there be no soil.
The three of them were buried about a hundred feet away from the giant Buddha. The Tanzhong point in the middle of their chests had been broken open, and blood was constantly spurting out under the pressure of the earth.
"The wound is too big, please be careful next time," Ning Chen glanced at the three soldiers next to him and said.
"Yes" the three soldiers responded.
Ning Chen stepped forward, looked at the three monks, and said calmly, "How are you? Do you 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 if you lose more than half, you will die. Of course, you can't understand it. I'll tell you this. After a while, you will feel empty, auditory, and fantasy. At that time, you will not be far away from death. However, you were once warriors, and you can endure more than ordinary people. How can you survive for half an hour?"
"Amitabha" the three of them chanted the Buddha's name and immediately closed their eyes.
"Good job." Ning Chen smiled coldly. He was not anxious 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 be shaken.
"Hou, is this useful?" a soldier asked in a low voice.
"You'll know later," Ning Chen replied calmly. People's biggest fear is the unknown, and this fear will be infinitely amplified while waiting to die. Before long, these three people will clearly feel their lives draining from their bodies bit by bit. Not everyone can bear the fear of death caused by that sense of emptiness. At that time, it will be the time to test their Buddhist hearts.
A quarter of an hour later, the ground in front of the three Buddhist Vajra had been completely dyed red with blood, and the three people's faces began to turn pale, and the blood color gradually receded.
Ning Chen inserted the golden dagger in front of the three of them and stood aside patiently waiting.
He didn't believe that these three monks were really not afraid of death. If it were others, he might still believe it, but it was absolutely impossible for these bald donkeys.
The reason is very simple, they have no faith. These monks on Mijie Mountain know better than anyone else whether their Buddha exists or not. Even the miracles of Buddhism are artificially created by them. How can such people who even have fake beliefs really not be afraid of death?
Two quarters of an hour later, the three of them had begun to tremble all over, their lips turned white, and traces of thin sweat appeared on their foreheads, and they continued to increase.
It's almost done. Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. The real test begins now.
Three quarters of an hour passed, and the three of them were still holding on, but a look of fear began to show on their faces with their eyes closed.
At this moment, the soldiers who went to search the secret room came back and were about to speak, but were stopped by Ning Chen's wink.
"How was the search? Did you find anything?" Ning Chen asked.
The soldiers understood the idea and changed their tone and said, "Marquis, I found some clues. Brothers, I would like to ask you to come over and take a look."
"Okay, I will go over now. These three people are of no use. If you don't want to say anything, forget it. Bury them all after the blood dries up." Ning Chen ordered in a cold voice.
"Yes." The three soldiers standing aside respectfully accepted the order.
After giving the instructions, Ning Chen pulled out the golden dagger stained with blood and mud on the ground, then turned and left.
"Said the poor monk!" At this moment, one person finally couldn't bear the torture of the fear of death, opened his eyes, and spoke tremblingly.
"Oh? It seems that there is still someone who knows the current affairs." Ning Chen stopped, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Rescue him and bury the other two."
"As ordered," the three soldiers responded.
"The poor monk also said." At this time, another person opened his eyes and said in fear.
"You" the remaining one looked angry and was about to curse.
However, the curse could never be uttered. Ning Chen's figure flashed and came to him in an instant, and then kicked him head and body into the ground with a bang.
"Bury him, and bring the remaining two over here," Ning Chen said with a cold expression. After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the back hall.
The two Buddhist Vajra were dug out, and a moment later, they were escorted to the back hall in shame.
"Tell me, what is the origin of this dagger and how to break the seal?" Ning Chen glanced at the two people and said.
A look of guilt flashed across Buddhist Vajra's face, and he 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.
"The poor monk can take Marquis to find him," another Buddhist Vajra said quickly.
"Lead the way" Ning Chen said lightly.
The two of them did not dare to resist and walked towards the secret room honestly.