pappabearbooks Chapter 139
Chapter 139
"Why, does this elder intend to be as knowledgeable as a junior like me?"
Zhang Qi looked at the middle-aged monk who had just gotten up from the ground, and the fat on his face was twitching with anger, with a teasing smile on his face.
The middle-aged monk was a representative of Tibetan mystical masters and a high-level member of Tantric Buddhism. Zhang Qi, who had no good impression of Buddhism to begin with, was even more disgusted with him.
Because Tantric Buddhism once had a dark history. Before it was attached to the Central Plains, Tantric Buddhism would use the body parts of slaves to make magical instruments. This barbaric and inhumane behavior was completely banned after the establishment of the Xian Shenzhou. Those top lamas who committed heinous crimes have One by one, their homes were confiscated and street lights hung up.
However, no matter where you are, one truth is always applicable.
"When the intensity of spell casting is equal, the power of black magic is always greater."
Under the temptation of power, human nature seems so insignificant.
Although China has zero tolerance for all such behaviors and will immediately organize a crackdown as soon as it is discovered, there are still some people who choose to take risks.
At first, they stole corpses from graves to make magic weapons, but the magic weapons made from corpses were always less effective, so some people turned their attention to...
At this moment, Xu Lin's desk in the military area still had several case files on it, which were information on several shocking cases that had occurred in the plateau area not long ago.
If it weren't for the fire dragon invasion in the northern border of China, Xu Lin would personally be responsible for remote command in the past two days, and the night duty snowfield regiment would conduct a raid on the stronghold of those crazy scum.
But all this was temporarily stopped due to emergencies in the northern border of China.
"Boy, you're on a narrow road. We'll meet again later. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later."
The middle-aged monk knew that he couldn't defeat Xu Lin, who had already stood up behind Zhang Qi, so he said a harsh word and turned around to leave.
"Slow down".
Xu Lin pushed away the chair in front of her and walked over.
"Xu, Master Xu, what's the matter with you?"
The fat middle-aged monk suddenly panicked when he saw Xu Lin pushing away the stool and walking towards him, and even his tone became stuttering.
"Bring your crutch here."
Xu Lin frowned as she looked at the gorgeous crutch held tightly in the middle-aged monk's hand.
The head of the cane was a skull inlaid with Tibetan silver, which not only made Xu Lin suspicious.
Magical instruments made from human bones can be legally held on the plateau, but making them is absolutely not allowed.
But Xu Lin clearly remembered that when she came to the meeting last time, the monk did not bring this crutch.
Moreover, the quality of this crutch looks very new. Although magic can clean it up, most people will not do this in order to maintain the age of the magic weapon.
"This crutch is an expensive magical weapon of our Tantric Sect. Mr. Xu, your behavior is not appropriate."
The fat on the middle-aged obese monk's face seemed to be slowly twitching. He forced a smile on his face and said to Xu Lin, while cursing secretly in his heart.
The structure of the China Mystic Arts Association is very different from a hundred years ago. A hundred years ago, it was the orthodox era. The three families like Xu, Huang, and Mu were all considered low-class at that time, while Buddhism and some other major sects were the real ones. leader.
But now the situation is different.
The three families of Xu, Huang, and Mu were invaded by foreign enemies and the people of China were in ruins. They took action privately regardless of the orders of the association. Although they were expelled from the clan by the furious president at the time, they accumulated countless reputations in the secular world.
The feelings of ordinary people are the simplest. They may not respect powerful people, but they will definitely respect those who save them from fire and water.
Therefore, in the current Mystic Arts Association, the three "sideline" families of Xu, Huang, and Mu have proudly occupied high positions, while the Buddhist sect was severely rejected after raising objections, and then the situation collapsed. .
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"But I didn't see you holding this cane last time. Was this cane made recently?"
Xu Lin looked at the middle-aged monk's very nervous look and already had a bad feeling in her heart.
"Of course this is not freshly made. How dare we? The human bone artifacts are all handed down from the past. Please don't spit on others."
When the middle-aged monk spoke, his tone already had a hint of vibrato.
"Stop talking nonsense, put what you are holding on the table next to you, and then raise your hands"!
Xu Lin looked at the middle-aged monk and suddenly let out an angry shout.
"President Lin, I think it seems inappropriate for the Xu family leader to do this."
At this moment, the middle-aged monk suddenly calmed down and said to Lin Zhengying, who was sitting at the top.
"Isn't it inappropriate to search the magical weapons of other large clans just because of suspicion?"
The middle-aged monk asked Lin Zhengying.
Mr. Lin looked at him, his frown tightening.
Because just now, he seemed to hear the skull on the top of the cane speaking to him.
It was a kind of language that ordinary people could not understand. It was both obscure and strange, and it made people feel crazy when listening to it.
The moment Mr. Lin heard the voice, he almost stood up from his seat, but it only took a moment for him to stabilize his mind.
"Do you know how you should deal with killing indiscriminately and using evil methods to control monsters?"
After a brief daze, Mr. Lin slammed the table and stood up from his seat.
"Kill innocent people indiscriminately, use mortals to refine evil methods, and execute them"!
Xu Lin looked at the middle-aged monk, her tone full of uncontrollable anger.
"Guard"!
"arrive"!
Xu Lin shouted loudly, and Shen Jian next to him immediately pulled out... a piece of blood-red translucent bamboo from the hidden pocket on the inside of his clothes?
That should be the true form of the wand.
Zhang Qi, who was watching coldly from the side, thought to himself.
"Take off his crutch and handcuff him"!
"Yes"!
Shen Jian immediately raised the blood-red translucent bamboo and pointed it at the middle-aged monk's chest.
"Please, put the cane slowly on the table next to you, and then put your hands behind your back"!
Shen Jian said to the middle-aged monk.
"Ah, ah this"...
The middle-aged monk's body was like chaff at this time, and he was trembling non-stop.
However, just when Shen Jian slowly approached him and planned to control him, the middle-aged monk raised his cane and slammed it on the ground!
A thick black smoke suddenly filled the entire auditorium, but all the smoke gathered in front of the monk. Xu Lin and Mr. Lin immediately lost their direction.
The monk immediately turned around and ran towards the door of the auditorium.
Because he knew that as long as he ran out, the guards outside would be useless to him, and he could escape all the way back to Tibet.
But he seemed to have forgotten that there was a person standing behind him.
His eyes suddenly met with a pair of shining golden pupils!