Lu Heng looked at him and smiled, "You have a knife at hand." If you're a man, you should use it to kill me. ”

The little mourning god's face was full of murderous intent. The muscles around his nose twitched, and he almost shook off the white powder that had been applied to him. But after a while, he finally laughed and said, "You want to provoke me to take the bait, but it's not so easy." You don't have a knife, you just want me to send you one, don't you?"

"Don't you dare?" Lu Heng stared at him tightly.

The little mourning god thought for a while, fiddled with the knife, and suddenly said, "That's it, let's make a bet." If you win, the sword is yours. Not only that, but I will also undo the chains and fight you fairly. ”

"Good. Lu Heng agreed without thinking about it. "How to bet?"

"This is a game of life and death, you must not be sloppy, you must hear it clearly......" The voice of the little mourning god suddenly became gentle and magnetic: "You lie in the sea, the warm waves fall together, pushing you into the distance......"

At some point, there was an extra brass ball in his hand, which was slowly and rhythmically shaking.

Lu Heng seemed to be enchanted, his eyes swayed with the copper ball, and he muttered to himself, "Where am I, what should I do?"

It turns out that this is the little mourning god's stunt - soul separation technique. When he was talking to Lu Heng, he used various means such as voice, tone, and copper balls to make Lu Heng's consciousness enter a state of sleep. At this point, Lu Heng was almost as defenseless as a baby.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the little mourning god's mouth, and he still said softly: "What you are going to is a warm and dark tomb. There, you'll be completely relaxed and put to sleep forever. Are you ready?"

Lu Heng Muran nodded. The little mourning god shook his hand, and the knife fell at Lu Heng's feet with a cold light.

"Pick up the knife and cut it in your neck. After a single stab, any pain will disappear. Come, listen to me, and do it. ”

Lu Heng picked up the knife expressionlessly and pressed it against the blood vessel on the left side. "Is this it?"

"Yes, it's here. Cut it down. ”

There was a hint of impatience in the voice of the little mourning god, but he immediately concealed it: "You are the best, and you are the best. Cut it, I'll be proud of you. ”

But Lu Heng changed the knife to the right. "How about this side, which is better than the one on the left?"

The little mourner was stunned, he had never encountered such a situation. But his mind spun quickly, and he immediately said softly: "You can do whatever you think is good." You know, as long as it's your decision, I'll support it. Okay, cut it down. ”

But Lu Heng took the knife away. He smiled and said, "I think your neck is good." ”

The little mourning god was shocked: "What...... You?"

At this time, I saw that Lu Heng's eyes turned into brilliant gold, but the most central pupil was like an abyss that frantically devoured the will of the little mourning god.

He saw two rounds of the dark sun.

Lu Heng said: "Open the chains on my body." ”

The little mourning god only felt cold sweat on his forehead, but he said strongly: "What are you kidding, do you think ......"

But before he could finish speaking, he was surprised to find that his body was moving uncontrollably. He could only watch the mechanism on the double open secret door, take out the key, and then walk towards Lu Heng.

He yelled hysterically, "Stop, stop!" and after a few screams, he suddenly realized something—he couldn't hear himself at all, or he didn't even open his mouth.

The little mourner loses control of his body and can only watch it happen like a spectator.

But who was controlling his body now? Suddenly, he saw Lu Heng, and those two gazes made him creepy.

Lu Heng smiled and said, "You have indeed put a lot of thought into dealing with me, and I should show my respect." But you should have investigated a little more carefully. I've fought with a large number of men and horses from the six major factions, do you think it's all about force to kill them?"

The little mourner lost his voice and said, "That must be ......" He opened his mouth and realized that he had long been speechless.

Lu Heng understood what he meant, and pointed to his eyes.

"Yes, these eyes also helped. I have a magical gift for opening these golden eyes when I'm angry.

I haven't gotten into the details of what it is for, but it seems to be able to distort people's spirits to achieve a similar effect to the kind of soul separation technique you practice.

As far as I know, the power of illusion depends entirely on the mental strength of the user. Can you outdo a man who doesn't have a heart in this regard?" he smiled, "Looks like you can't win." ”

At this time, the chains had been unfastened, and they fell to the ground with a clatter. Lu Heng moved his wrist and said, "I said, you will open it for me." Alright, now tell me about your plans. ”

The consciousness of the little mourning god roared angrily: "Fart, never!"

But his mouth slowly opened, and he said: "The real scimitar dead soldiers have already infiltrated the Great Compassion Temple, and when the time comes, they will change into the white clothes of the monks and start killing, and then this matter will be placed on the head of the mud bodhisattva." ”

"Well, and then what?"

Hey, hey, don't say it, I'll be worse than death if I keep it talking! Shut up!

“...... Then Tashi Pasang would have his son-in-law Cheng Xiong send troops from the Taishou Mansion to mutiny in the name of arresting the murderers, kill the mud bodhisattva and establish himself as the suzerain. ”

"So the mastermind behind the scenes is Tashi Taishou?"

Oh my God, don't talk about it...... Please, I still have hostages in their hands!

“...... It looks like it's him, but everything is more like his son-in-law is plotting. That kid is much more powerful than Straw Bandage Tashi. ”

Lu Heng nodded and said, "Very good, that's all I need to know." He pushed the door open, and the cold wind swept in with snowflakes.

"You see, there is a knife on the ground that will take you to the warm and dark grave. Pick it up, swipe it around your neck, and it's all over. ”

Don't!

Blood splattered five steps in the room. The joyful atmosphere in Jinguan City is gradually heating up, and it is already three o'clock in the morning.

The official procession sent out from the Daci Temple was undoubtedly the protagonist of the evening. In addition to the statue of Maitreya Buddha and the group statues of the Venerables, there are also performances such as chanting and chanting, as well as the Seven Treasures Lotus Lamp, etc., which are gorgeous and shocking to the level of the folk procession.

It is a privilege for monks from all over the world to be allowed to pass with the procession after strict checks.

A Han monk looked around and was amazed. He exclaimed, "My Buddha is compassionate, and such a beautiful scene is really convincing. Although the Mud Bodhisattva Sect Master's move to enter the river was inappropriate, such a promotion of Buddhism was enough to offset her sins. ”

Next to him was a tall monk with a fierce face. The scars on the bare head are not known from the sword or the whip. As soon as he heard someone criticize the sect master, he said coldly: "Hey, Monk Wuna, what are you talking about?"

The Han monk raised his eyes and was startled, only to see a big man staring at him, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No...... What!in the next just ......"

"Amitabha. The monk suddenly clasped his palms together and stared at the Han monk. "This senior brother, the monks keep the full precepts, don't lie!"

"This ......" the Han monk hesitated for a moment and said: "The poor monk thinks that Sichuan has been the land of my Han people for generations, and the regent led the army into Sichuan, which seems to be ...... Something seems wrong......"

Fan Monk's eyes showed a cold light, grabbed the wrist of the Han man, and said in a rough voice: "Wow! I can't hide it, I am the regent's white-clothed guard." As a Han Chinese, you are extremely merciful if you didn't kill you, I can't imagine that you dare to criticize the regent and her old man.

Come with me, I'm afraid you'll be in prison for this year's Buddha Festival!"

The Han monk hurriedly said: "I just complained, what is the crime......? Isn't that ridiculous?"

The monk didn't care about him, and pulled him out of the team with a pull of his arm. When he was about to escort him away, someone suddenly coughed: "Wait!"

When the monk looked back, the person who spoke had a high nose and deep eyes, and his eyes were blue-gray, and he was a monk. Almost all the Hu people were arrested tonight, who is this person?

The guard suddenly saw a cross necklace hanging from the Hu man's chest, and in the middle was a suffering prisoner, and suddenly woke up: "Isn't this person the head of the Nestorian sect, Francis?"

So he crossed his hands and saluted: "Dare to ask Your Excellency, is it the great director of the Jingjiao Fang?" He was afraid of the other party's identity, and his words were mixed with three points of politeness.

Hu Seng laughed: "It's the poor monk." ”

The white-clothed guard's heart turned over, just because the Nestorian monks are not quite the same as the Buddhists, and they like to meddle in things the most. I'm afraid that this Franciscan will obstruct his own taking of people.

Sure enough, Francis said: "Great monk, I think this Han monk is nothing more than a few gossip, why do you have to punish his crimes?

The guards were unhappy in their hearts, and they were afraid that Francis would sue the mud bodhisattva.

In order to win over the countries of the Western Regions, the mud bodhisattva treated the Jingjiao monks with great courtesy, especially the head of the party. Therefore, if he opens his mouth, he will not have the good fruit of the guards to eat, but may even be revived.

After thinking about it, this guard was really troublesome, so he hugged his fists and said, "Since Lord Fang has spoken, Xiao Ke has to give face, right?"

After speaking, he glared at Han Seng again: "Boy, you are lucky today, next time you dare to say bad things about the sect master, I will deal with you immediately!"

Han Seng shrank his neck in fright, but said: "Yes, yes......"

It wasn't until the guards walked away that Francis turned around and said with a pleasant face: "Don't be afraid, this senior brother, he won't trouble you anymore." Dare to ask Your Excellency, where are you practicing?"

The Han monk didn't seem to have come out of the fright just now, shrunk his neck and said: "The poor monk's name is Yuanjue, and he is a monk in Qingliang Temple on Wutai Mountain. ”

Francis nodded: "Oh! that's Manjushri's ashram. Dare to ask the abbot, Master Huide, if you are okay?"

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Chapter 130: Jincheng Buddha Light (3)