Chapter 190: Borrowing a knife to kill.

The three monks collected the round tripod and disappeared into the sky like meteors. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the heavy snow began to fall again, and eighty-one monks quietly left. Over the next few days, the Koqin tribe began to remove the triangular altar, mash all the building materials, load eighty-one wagons, and sprinkle them along the eighty-one directions.

The whole sacrificial process is mysterious and closed. Except for the tribal nobles and the elite horsemen of the royal tent who participated in the witness, ordinary people may not know about it. And after the sacrifice, everyone kept silent about the matter, but everyone couldn't hide their excitement, and the clansmen near the king's tent could be said to be carnival every day, drunk and dreaming of death.

Ashina, who was drunk like mud, was awakened by thirst, tried to open his eyes, and remembered to pour a glass of water to drink. Ashina has a perverted habit, as long as he sleeps, no one is allowed in the king's tent, as long as he wakes up and sees someone in the tent, he will kill him. In the past, his most beloved woman, after serving him to sleep, perhaps tired, perhaps pampered and arrogant, slept with him and did not leave. As a result, after Ashina woke up, without saying a word, he took out his sword and hacked him to death, and at the same time, all the guards of the day were executed.

Ashina does not give any explanation for this habit. In the Keqin tribe, any decision and action of the patriarch is right, and the clansmen will obey it unconditionally. Because it was Ashina, with the weak Keqin Department, who came to the point where he is strong today. The highest level of faith is blind obedience.

In Ashina's gaze, a figure appeared. The man sat by the charcoal stove in the tent, dressed in the garb of a guard. Ashina woke up completely, jumped up vigorously, and pulled out the treasure knife at the head of the bed and slashed over. The man's fingers flicked slightly, the treasure knife broke into several pieces, and the force of the shock caused Ashina to fall back on the bed, blood spilling from his mouth.

"Tell me the cause and effect, and leave a trace of your tribe's bloodline to continue. As soon as these words came out, the temperature of the incomparably warm royal tent dropped to freezing. Ashina's eyes widened suddenly, and his face was full of disbelief and fear. After a few breaths, he howled, took a dagger from his bosom, and rushed in the other direction, trying to break through the king's tent and escape.

The dagger stabbed into the king's tent, and the light flickered, and it bounced Ashina back onto the bed. He was unwilling to shout loudly, but the man did not stop him, but just watched him quietly. "Dare to ask His Holiness who it is? I don't know where to offend His Holiness? I ask His Holiness to forgive me, and I will immediately offer you an offering that satisfies you. Ashina understood what had happened, and immediately knelt down in front of Zhang Qi and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

From the sacrificial process, Zhang Qi found that the biggest difference between the Keqin tribe and other tribes in the grassland was that there was no priest. The tribal shaman, psychic, is responsible for praying for the tribal disaster, and the shaman is the protagonist of this kind of sacrifice. But in the Keqin tribe, all the sacrifices are at the command of this patriarch, which is unthinkable in other tribes. There is only one possibility, this patriarch is a shaman himself, and all the secrets are known to him alone.

It could have been so troublesome, just search for souls. But Zhang Qi is worried that the patriarch's knowledge of the sea is also prohibited, and he is afraid that the clues that he finally found will be broken. From the monks who appeared in the sacrifice, it can be seen that the Red Lotus Temple is so powerful that it is terrifying, and everything must be careful.

Ashina knelt down in front of this man, with a fluke in fear. He had met this kind of Venerable Monk many times, and each time he was confused, and the secret in his heart was never revealed. "Where is the Red Lotus Temple?" Zhang Qi asked coldly, like a thunderbolt, shattering Ashina's illusion. "I don't know, I don't know--" Ashina looked up, frightened and denied. "Where did those three monks come from?" he opened his eyes like knives and stared at Ashina's eyes, and asked sharply. "The land of the extreme west, Yanchi Mountain, Requiem Lake--" Ashina was a little dazed, reflexive, and muttered to herself.

Before Zhang Qi could ask again, Ashina suddenly hugged his head and screamed and rolled on the ground. Sure enough, the key memory was banned, and it would be triggered whether it was encountered by a soul search or forced to say it. In less than half a moment, Ashina calmed down, slowly stood up, as if he had changed people, and looked directly at Zhang Qi fearlessly.

"Donor, you shouldn't come, you shouldn't ask, my Buddha is merciful, go back, forget it, it's still too late. Ashina said lightly. Zhang Qi's heart was cold, and the dark luck mana was careful and vigilant, because this Ashina was no longer Ashina. In the pupil of his left eye, a vague figure of a slumped figure appeared. Borrowed body appearance, mysterious soul control technique.

Controlling the soul, rather than taking away, the Red Lotus Temple obviously has some scruples, of course, it may not have the method and ability to take away. "Fate has led me to come, to ask, and to make a decision. Zhang replied in a deep voice. After a pause, he added: "I believe in fate, not in Buddhism." Ashina was stunned for a moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he smiled a few times and said: "Persistence is like an abyss, and it is along the line that gradually falls into oblivion." Persistence is like dust, and it is in vain. I believe in Buddhism, but I don't believe in you. ”

Just as Zhang Qi hesitated whether to kill the killer immediately, Ashina sat down and whispered the obscure scriptures. Even if the soul is controlled, a mortal can't play any tricks. But Zhang Qi obviously underestimated the means of the Red Lotus Temple, and the flames of Ayana's body burst out, and in an instant, it became a raging fire, and Ayana was like nirvana in the fire.

The flames were above Ayana's head, and they converged into a lotus flower. The phantom of a sittingly monk rose from the fire lotus, his face blurred, but his eyes were brighter than the firelight, and he looked deeply at Zhang Qi. "It's not the self, it's the Red Lotus Tribulation, and it's destined for the Red Lotus. The phantom smiled eeriely and dissipated. The raging fire easily broke the ban and set the king's tent on fire.

Within a radius of 100 miles, all the tents of the Keqin Department began to burn. The flames soared into the sky, wailing and screaming, the cold wind howled, and the flames began to spread, devouring the herds of cattle, sheep and horses, and setting fire to the dry pastures. This grassland, like hell, red lotus hell.

In order to take revenge, Zhang Qi was determined to destroy the Red Lotus Temple and destroy the mortals who worshiped the Red Lotus Temple. But before he could do it himself, the Red Lotus Temple actually automatically wiped out the believers, which is not normal. Zhang Qi was worried in his heart, he couldn't stay in the location of the Keqin Department any longer, and he had to leave as soon as possible. As if to confirm his feelings, a palpitating coercion came from a distant place. Zhang stood up like a meteor and fled towards the west, but before he could fly out of the territory of the Keqin Ministry, he was blocked by several monks. "Amitabha, sin, sin!" "Evil obstacles, you can be caught!" "Beat this fang into the hell of Abi, and you will never be able to transcend!" ----

Such a tragedy, of course, alarmed the grassland cultivation realm. The first to arrive from all directions were the disciples of Buddhism who were preaching the Dharma and protecting them in various tribes, and the realm was equivalent to the foundation building period. Zhang Qi's behavior and identity are undoubtedly the biggest suspects in the tragedy. There was no way to defend it, there was no way to explain it, Zhang Qi had to use all his strength to use his spell, break through the blockage, and hide before the power came.

The front was finally unblocked, but Zhang Qi's heart was extremely bitter. All the way to the magic skills, has been remembered by the Buddha, no matter how to change the face in the future, as long as the shot, it will be revealed. It can be said that on the grassland, it is difficult for him to have a place to stand, and the Red Lotus Temple is extremely vicious, setting a trap and killing people with a knife.