Chapter 409 Cidu Presents Treasure
“These five people are actually only at the sixth level of Qi Refining?”
This is the only thought in Liang Yan’s mind now.
Just when these five monks rolled down from the stone pillar, Liang Yan had already sensed the cultivation level of these five people. It was shocking that they were all at the sixth level of Qi Refining.
“It seems that the protective golden light on the stone pillar just now covered up the cultivation of these people. No wonder I dismantled this array of eyes in front of them. There was nothing these people could do to stop it. It turned out that it was just They are a group of people in the middle stage of Qi refining.”
Liang Yan secretly thought in his heart: "This formation is too magical. Just relying on five junior Qi refiners, you can actually maintain a stalemate with me for such a long time."
He glanced at those who were still. The puppet glanced at it and said in his heart: "That's not right. Although this formation is clever, it is not enough to make these people... To compete with the foundation-building monks, the main reason is the material of the puppets themselves. They are invulnerable to swords and not afraid of spells. They are absolutely top-notch!"
Just when his mind was turning, one of the five monks, Suddenly a talisman was crushed, and his figure was erratic, and he rushed to the door of the hall in an instant.
Liang Yan snorted coldly when he saw this, took it with one hand, and immediately struck out a restraint, sealing the person in place.
The poor monk had already run to the door. He was about to take one foot out of the door, but suddenly he felt as if his feet were filled with lead and he could no longer move an inch.
Liang Yan's face was cold, and the lightsaber beside him merged into one and let out a soft cry. Then the sword tip circled around and pointed at the monk's back, as if it was about to strike out with the sword at the next moment.
"Wait a minute! Senior, wait a minute! Listen to the young monk first."
The monk locked by his lightsaber was wearing a big red cassock, short and fat, with stubby legs. , was shouting anxiously at this moment.
Liang Yan narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Any last words?"
The short and fat monk nodded first, then hurriedly shook his head and said: "It's not your last words, it's not Last words! I am the abbot of Amituo Temple. If the senior does not kill me, I am willing to give you a mouthful of precious treasures!”
When Liang Yan heard that he was the abbot of Amituo Temple, he couldn't help but be slightly startled, and thought to himself: "It's really the abbot of Wufoshan Mountain!"
He saw that although this man could not move his whole body from the neck down, his face But his face was full of panic, and he said lightly: "Well, I just want to listen to you. If it is true, No matter what treasure, I can also promise to save your life!"
The short and fat monk was overjoyed. He did not dare to tempt Liang Yan, but said directly: "I was here a few days ago! When I was practicing on Mount Amitabha, a thunder and lightning suddenly struck in mid-air and split a century-old sacred tree on the top of the mountain. Broken in two."
Liang Yan couldn't help but think something in his mind when he heard what he said, but he still said with disapproval on his face: "It's just a thunderbolt, what does it count?"
The short and fat monk swallowed his saliva and said: "Of course ordinary Pili would not dare to talk to seniors, It's just that the thunder and lightning was extraordinary, it was a purple thunder, which not only split the sacred tree on Mount Amitabha into two pieces, but also formed a huge minefield around it. Don’t dare to take a step beyond this minefield, there must be something important here!”
This short and fat monk, the abbot of Amituo Temple, was afraid that Liang Yan would kill him with a sword, so he spoke these words very quickly, almost in one breath. At the end, he was afraid that Liang Yan would be dissatisfied, so he added at the end, "There must be a great treasure born!" When Liang Yan heard this, he already had seven or eight guesses in his heart, but there was still no expression on his face, just hehe He smiled and said: "You are just a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining, you don't dare to get close. There are too many things, but they are not necessarily treasures!”
The short and fat monk’s face became anxious, and he was about to say a few more words, but then he heard Liang Yan ask: “What are you doing? Besides telling me, does anyone else know about this? ”
After hearing this, the short and fat monk hurriedly shook his head and said: "No, no! That day purple thunder fell from the sky. Although many monks in my Amitabha Temple saw it, they only thought it was a vision falling from the sky. Only I knew that there were more on the top of the mountain. A treasure. Later, I accepted the invitation of Senior Brother Chang Hui from Shanshi Temple and came here to deal with it. A Taoist friend told the monks to keep Amitabha Temple closed until I return."
In fact, what this short and fat monk wanted to say was: "Come here to subjugate demons." But considering that the evil star in gray might have something to do with the person under the Buddha statue, he temporarily changed his tune.
Liang Yan sneered after hearing this. When he visited Amitabha Temple before, Cihang clearly said that the abbot brother went down the mountain to catch monsters, but he did not expect that it was completely nonsense.
"You are Cidu, right?" Liang Yan said lightly: "Your life is left with me for the time being. If what you say is true, I will naturally keep my promise and let you live. "
After saying this, Liang Yan ignored him. With the sword skills in his hands, the Dingguang Sword immediately turned its tip and pointed at the other four people in the hall.
The four monks were very happy. Knowing that they were seriously injured at this moment, and that there was a huge gap in strength between them and their opponents, they simply closed their eyes and waited for death, and then killed them with their necks.
Liang Yan would naturally not be polite to them. He pointed with one hand and the light sword was about to fly out to kill the enemy, but he heard Dumb's voice suddenly ringing in his ears:
"Brother Liang, wait a minute. For my sake, let these people live."
Liang Yan was shocked and asked with a strange expression: "These people are all trying to deal with you." Yes, don’t kill them and keep them for the New Year?”
Ah-Dai sighed softly: “These people have a close relationship with me, they can be regarded as my disciples. "
Liang Yan was even more surprised when he heard what he said, and subconsciously asked: "What do you mean by 'disciples who have not yet passed through the disciples'?"
Ah-Dai replied: "The five of them. The masters were not accepted as my disciples during their lifetime, but they became part of my disciples after their death, so these people are my half-disciples.”
Liang Yan came to his senses when he heard this. He glanced at the monks lying on the ground and suddenly said coldly: "If someone begs for mercy today, I will give you a way out and quickly release the people suppressed under the Buddha statue. ”
In fact, Liang Yan’s previous communication with Ah-Dai was through sound transmission into the secret, and others did not know. Therefore, in the eyes of these monks, Liang Yan only remained silent for a moment and actually did not intend to go on a killing spree. They all looked at each other in shock.
These people were silent for a while, and suddenly they heard a tall and thin old monk say: "Little monk Chang Hui, the abbot of Shanshi Temple, what is being suppressed under the Buddha statue is the murderer of our teacher, who was originally the same as us. But since the senior has taken action today, there is nothing the young monk can do. It’s just that the five of us brothers need to work together.”
(End of this chapter)