Infinite Torture Evolution

Lin Yi and Shui Ruobing stepped into the back pavilion of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and saw that there were two rows of bookshelves, and the books on the bookshelves were all flat.

However, these bookshelves are separated by glass, so you can only see the scriptures from the outside, but you can't look through them.

After all, these are precious cultural relics, not everyone can see and touch.

Lin Yi didn't read the others, and went straight to the four scriptures.

The monk turned on the light and said, "Donor, almost no one can come in in the back of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. If you can come in, you can be regarded as destined to my Buddha."

Lin Yi has a black line.

Xin said that this guy is trying to persuade himself to become a monk.

What is predestined and not predestined, obviously you let me in, okay?

On the surface, he just smiled faintly, then looked at the four scriptures and asked tentatively: "Master, can I look through these four scriptures?"

The monk hesitation for a while and said, "These are all cultural relics. Except for the staff responsible for the repairs, even our master abbot can't touch them easily. But..."

He paused for a moment, seeming to be determined, and said, "Since you have a relationship with my Buddha, if it is true that my Buddha will have a catastrophe and demons will run rampant, you may be able to help us save this scripture by just looking at it. This can be regarded as boundless merit."

With that said, he opened the door on the glass with the key, reached in and took out the four scriptures.

Originally, Lin Yi just asked with the attitude of trying it out, but he didn't expect that the monk was so good at talking, and he actually took out the scriptures.

He was overjoyed and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, Master. A lot, I will definitely pay more for incense in a while."

The monk nodded and said, "Amitabha Buddha, good is good."

But he underestimated it in a low voice: "It just so happens that the price of oil has risen sharply recently, and there are no tourists, no money for incense. If the disaster really comes, you can't run away by car. This guy is really sending charcoal in the snow.

He thought his voice was so small that Lin couldn't hear it either.

But he didn't know that Lin Yi's ears were far superior to ordinary people, and he heard his words clearly.

Xin said that this monk is indeed a strange flower.

It turned out that it was for the incense money that I let myself in.

He took the scriptures in the hands of the monk and looked through it.

At the same time, he said to the system in his mind: "Write down all the contents of the scriptures."

The system said: "Go, don't worry."

Lin Yi carefully checked the two deviations of each page of the scripture.

The monk had been watching with a smile, looking very patient.

Although the scriptures are not too thick, the four books together have more than 100 pages.

Lin Yi watched it carefully twice, and it took more than an hour.

The monk had been waiting beside him with a smile.

In the end, the system in Lin Yi's mind said: "I have found it!"

The voice seemed very excited.

Lin Yi asked hurriedly: "What?"

The system replied: "I broke up all the words in the four scriptures and then reorganized them, tried various combinations, and finally got the answer according to the birth date of the eighteen arhats of the Buddhist school: these words remove the extra words, After being arranged, there are eight characters—six-vein nerves, which are stored in the underground palace."

"..."

Lin Yi was stunned for a while.

Unexpectedly, there are actually six vein nerves here.

And these four scriptures are only equivalent to the key to finding the six vein nerves.

According to Lin Yi inferred, the six-vein nerve is likely to be closely related to the six-vein magic sword.

Even if it is not the Six-Medition Excalibur in martial arts novels, it must be connected.

At the same time, Lin also remembered the legend of the underground palace, saying that there are many treasures in it.

Now it seems that the "treasure" mentioned here is very likely to be "Six Vein Nerves".

Thinking of this, Lin Yi directly took out three hundred-yuan bills and said to the monk: "Master, these are my incense money. I didn't bring much cash when I came out, otherwise, I will give you more incense money... …"

Before he finished speaking, the monk said, "It's okay. WeChat Pay is also fine."

He took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, clicked the payment, waited eagerly for Lin Yi to scan the code.

Lin Yi was speechless for a while.

This monk is really a wonderful flower.

However, he is not bad now, so he immediately scanned the code and paid 500 yuan.

The monk accepted the money, and the smile on his face widened.

He said to Lin Yi: "Donor, I am not in a hurry. You have a relationship with my Buddha. You can watch as long as you want."

Lin Yixin said that this monk seems to be looking for money with all his heart, so it would be easy to handle it.

He immediately asked: "Master, I know there has always been a legend of the underground palace here. Dare to ask if the underground palace really exists?"

The monk smiled and shook his head and said: "The underground palace definitely exists, but there are some treasures in it, which are all fake."

Lin Yi and Shui Ruobing looked at each other, and moved slightly in their hearts: "Master, can you take us to the underground palace?"

"This... it's a forbidden place."

The monk said.

Lin Yi said, "I will add more incense money."

The monk said with a smile: "It's easy to say, easy to say. Although it is a forbidden place, but since the donor is bound to my Buddha, then there is no forbidden place. Wherever my Buddha exists, the donor can go and get it."

Lin Yi was overjoyed and took out his cell phone without saying anything.

The master naturally took out his mobile phone and ordered payment.

This time, Lin Yi directly gave 1000 to the master.

The master was too happy to close his mouth.

1,000 yuan is enough for him to refuel twice.

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts push away.

In Lin Yi's view, rich and capable can make a ghost.

With these 1,000 yuan, the master took the two of them out of the Buddhist scripture pavilion and came under the last tower.

Opened the door under the tower and entered the tower.

On the first floor of the tower, there is an inconspicuous-looking Buddha statue.

Behind the Buddha statue is a staircase, from which you can naturally go up several floors.

But the monk did not go up the stairs, but knelt down in front of the Buddha statue, and then bowed down to the Buddha statue.

He knocked not a normal head, but a rattle.

I hit the ground with my forehead and hit it three times in a row, and I saw the Buddha statue slowly turning, exposing a hole under the Buddha statue.

Below the hole is a channel extending downwards.

The monk came into the passage, only to see the darkness in the passage.

The monk folded his hands together and announced the Buddha's name: "Nanwu Amitabha."

As he said the Buddha's name, the passage suddenly lit up.

The system in Lin Yi's mind uses a foreign voice, and he is surprised and authentic: "It turns out that the master really has mana!"

The monk smiled slightly, pointed to the top of his head, and said, "Voice-activated light."

Lin Yi was speechless for a while. Just slap your chin and slap your feet on the voice-activated light.

It's nothing more than to declare the Buddha, and the shout is so grand and full of emotion.

I was really drunk.

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