NABC Chapter 106 Search
Chapter 106 Search
Actually, Lu Lin remembered it wrong.
Fanli practices the Vajra Power Technique, which is a systematic exercise.
Among them are the Vajra Body, Vajra Palm, Vajra Knife, and so on.
At the same time, the Vajra Power Technique is also unique to Buddhism, a powerful technique that allows one to cultivate from an ordinary person all the way to the level of blood exchange.
These evil monks of the Hidden Gold Temple only possess the cultivation method of the Vajra Body, making their physical bodies as tough as Lu Lin's.
However, it lacks the mysteries of the Four Sacred Arts.
This also means that although their defense is not low, reaching the Bone Refinement level is already their limit.
"Great! I've been practicing external martial arts all along, I never expected to run into you guys."
"That's perfect. Let's test my Dragon-Tiger Golden Bell Shield and see how it compares to your Vajra Body."
The continuous battles caused Lu Lin's precious sword to chip and break multiple times, leaving the blade riddled with nicks.
If that's the case, then let's change our weapon.
There happened to be a weapon rack inside the main hall, which had all sorts of weapons on it, including swords, spears, and halberds.
Lu Lin grabbed a long iron stick.
point.
sweep.
beat.
Smash.
stamp.
The stick was one of the earliest weapons used by humankind and is hailed as the ancestor of all weapons.
In fact, all weapons evolved from sticks.
This long iron rod weighs thirty jin (approximately 15 kg).
When used by Lu Lin, it had a powerful and vigorous feel to it.
Vajra Body?
With Lu Lin's terrifying strength and the support of his iron staff, it was like the shell of an insect, utterly vulnerable.
A graze will cause injury, a touch will cause pain, and a smash will kill.
The main hall of Zangjin Temple was completely reduced to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The monk's screams, broken limbs, smashed tables, and flying bowls and basins.
As the number of monks around him dwindled, the fat monk who had just asked the question began to consider leaving.
Given Lu Lin's ferocity, I'm afraid even his master wouldn't be able to defeat him, let alone him.
run!
While Lu Lin was engrossed in battle, the fat monk quietly withdrew from the crowd.
He hurriedly returned to the inner palace and changed into a set of ordinary people's clothes.
He was just too fat and tall. He was wearing ordinary clothes that exposed his wrists and ankles, and the clothes clung to his body like tight-fitting clothes.
The fat monk didn't care about any of that and hurriedly ran out of the temple.
Just as they stepped out of the temple gate, the fat monk stopped in his tracks.
It's pitch black now, so he can only hide somewhere. But once Lu Lin kills all the monks, he'll naturally leave.
He still has many treasures in the temple, and it would be very difficult for him to give them up.
Then I thought of the common saying that the more dangerous a place is, the safer it is.
The seemingly perilous Zangjin Temple is actually the most suitable hiding place.
After some thought, the fat monk quietly entered the temple again and hid in a stable.
"This place stinks to high heaven, I don't believe you can still find it."
"What a pity! The wealth that I have painstakingly accumulated over decades has been destroyed in an instant."
"Lu Lin, you brat, don't let this monk see you again, or I will... I will..."
The fat monk felt extremely aggrieved at the thought that he couldn't beat Lu Lin.
In his panic and tension, the fat monk relaxed and fell asleep in the stable.
"Splash!"
A bucket of well water was poured over his head.
The fat monk suddenly opened his eyes and saw Lu Lin, the Asura, standing in front of him with a smile.
"How...how did you find me?"
Lu Lin smiled.
Interestingly, after killing all the monks and dismissing all the women in the temple, Lu Lin prepared to pack up some belongings and leave.
But as I passed by the stable, I heard a deafening snoring sound.
Upon entering, they found a large, fat monk sleeping there.
Lu Lin dragged him out without waking him up, and could only splash him with water.
"I thought you had run away, but I didn't expect you to have been sleeping here all this time."
"You really have a big heart. Tell me, who is your master, what kind of martial arts do you learn, and what treasures does the temple have?"
"this……"
The fat monk rolled his eyes and said, "Amitabha, Benefactor Lu, this humble monk has lived a life of integrity and honesty. How could I possibly have any wealth? At most, I have a cassock and a staff."
"If Benefactor Lu needs some money, this humble monk can point you to a place. Forty miles to the west of here, there is a Kongling Mountain, and on Kongling Mountain there is a black market."
"That black market is the largest location for trading stolen goods around Qingshui Camp. If Benefactor Lu were to take over the Kongling Mountain black market, the gains would surely be substantial... Ah!"
The fat monk was about to continue guiding him when Lu Lin suddenly struck him on the leg with a stick.
The femur broke instantly.
"We'll talk about the black market later. Tell me what treasures are in the temple first."
Lu Lin's voice was flat.
This place is called the Temple of Hidden Gold; if it didn't contain treasures worth thirty to fifty thousand taels of silver, it wouldn't be worthy of that name.
"Benefactor Lu, all the temple's valuables are in the back room of this humble monk's house. There are hidden compartments under the bed and wardrobe. Please feel free to take them."
Seeing that the fat monk had behaved himself, Lu Lin nodded and dragged him all the way to the side room.
After searching every room, Lu Lin found quite a lot.
The silver notes totaled over 30,000 taels, along with various elixirs and medicinal herbs of inestimable value, but the quantity was enough to fill a horse-drawn cart.
In addition, there are many Buddhist martial arts manuals.
The techniques include "Smashing Stele Hand," "Plucking Flower Finger," "Crossing the River on a Reed," and "Arhat Fist."
Lu Lin flipped through the texts and found that these techniques were only suitable for martial artists who focused on training their flesh, skin, and bones; they weren't particularly helpful for those at the five internal organs level.
However, it should be put away and given to the Qingshui Gang's subordinates for cultivation later.
"Is that all? Your Treasure Pavilion doesn't seem to have anything special."
"Indeed, Benefactor Lu is right, our Cangjin Temple is not worthy of its name."
Lu Lin, however, did not believe him.
Although it's unclear why the fat monk was hiding in the stable and refusing to leave, it's enough to show that there's a treasure he cares about very much inside the temple.
With one blow, he broke the fat monk's other leg as well. Lu Lin then went inside and slowly searched the house.
They searched under the bed, under the beams, in the closet, on the table—everywhere they could possibly hide something.
After searching around, Lu Lin still hadn't found anything.
Seeing this, the fat monk breathed a sigh of relief.
The next second, Lu Lin appeared beside him.
"What else is there? Tell me now, and I might spare your life. If you refuse to tell me, then don't blame me."
The fat monk just kept shaking his head.
He believed that the place where he hid his things was well hidden, and that Lu Lin would have no chance of finding them unless he demolished all the rooms in the area.
Lu Lin didn't ask any more questions, but continued his search.
This time, the search area was expanded to the backyard.
Well, pillars, garden, and finally, when Lu Lin turned to look at the row of side rooms, a sudden inspiration struck him.
When he first obtained the Ancient Family Sword Forging Technique, he hid the manual under a tile.
Could this fat monk have the same thoughts as him?
Lu Lin leaped onto the roof.
He picked up the tiles and threw them down, one, then two.
As Lu Lin drew ever closer to where he had hidden his things, the fat monk closed his eyes in despair.