Chapter 409 Cidu Offers 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 the 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 only 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 the formation in front of them. There was nothing these people could do to stop them. It turned out to be just a group of people in the middle stage of Qi refining. goods."
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 the motionless puppets and said in his heart: "That's not right. Although this formation is clever, it is not enough for these people to compete with the foundation-building monks. The main reason is the material of the puppets themselves, the swords No injuries, no fear of spells, absolutely the best!"
Just when his mind was turning, one of the five monks suddenly crushed a talisman. 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 step out of the door with one foot, but suddenly he felt as if his feet were filled with lead and 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 bright red cassock. He was short and fat with short legs. He was shouting anxiously at the 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 my last words, it's not my last words! I am the abbot of Amituo Temple. If the senior doesn't kill me, I am willing to give you a big treasure as a gift!"
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 Temple!"
He saw that although this man could not move from the neck down, but his face was full of fear, he said lightly: "Well, just listen to your words, if there is really any treasure, I can also promise to keep it for you." Life!"
The short and fat monk was overjoyed when he heard this. He did not dare to tempt Liang Yan, but directly said: "A few days ago, when I was practicing at Mount Amitabha, a thunder and lightning suddenly struck in mid-air, and the people on the top of the mountain were struck by lightning. A century-old sacred tree was split in half."
When Liang Yan heard what he said, he couldn't help but think, 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 I don't dare to talk about ordinary thunderbolts with my seniors, but the thunder and lightning was extraordinary. It was a purple thunderbolt. Not only did it split the sacred tree on Mount Amitabha into two pieces, but it also A huge minefield has formed around it. The young monk has been practicing for dozens of cold and summer days, but he doesn't dare to cross this minefield. This must be the birth of a heavy treasure!"
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, "This must be the birth of a great treasure!"
When Liang Yan heard this, he already had seven or eight guesses in his mind, but there was still no expression on his face. He just smiled and said: "You are just a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining. There are many things that you dare not approach. It’s not necessarily a treasure!”
The pudgy monk's face became anxious, and he was about to say a few more words when he heard Liang Yan ask: "Besides telling me, does anyone else know about this matter of yours?"
After hearing this, the short and fat monk hurriedly shook his head and said: "No, no! That day the 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 to come here to deal with a Taoist friend, so I told the monks to keep Amitabha Temple closed to thank guests until I returned."
In fact, what this short and fat monk originally wanted to say was: "I came here to subjugate demons." However, considering that the evil star in gray clothes might have something to do with the person under the Buddha statue, he changed his mind temporarily.
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."
Liang Yan ignored him after saying that. 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 quite happy, knowing that they were seriously injured at this moment, and that there was a huge gap in strength between them and their opponents, so they simply closed their eyes and waited for death, and then killed them at the neck.
Naturally, Liang Yan would 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 extremely surprised when he heard this, and asked with a strange expression: "These people are all trying to deal with you, why don't you kill them and keep them for the New Year?"
Ah-Dai sighed softly and said, "These people have a close relationship with me. They can be regarded as my disciples who have not yet passed through the disciples."
Liang Yan was even more surprised when he heard what he said, and subconsciously asked: "What is a 'disciple who has not yet passed through the disciples'?"
Dumb replied: "The masters of the five of them were not accepted by me as disciples during their lifetime, but they were included in my disciples after their death. Therefore, these people are half of my 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 about it. 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 was suppressed under the Buddha statue was the murderer of our teacher. Originally, we and I were fighting to the death. But today Now that the senior has taken action, there is nothing the young monk can do, but it requires the five of us brothers to work together to unlock the seal."