The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 81 The Oath
Regarding the other party's threat, Constantine only said two words,

"Ha ha."

Li Ang sighed, and said softly: "Your Excellency must be able to see it roughly, and I also know a thing or two about occultism."

"It is easy to deduce and deduce the words of Guluni," Constantine sneered, pointed to the magic circle hanging in the air, and said sarcastically, "If I hadn't seen with my own eyes that you once smashed an ice wall with two fingers , I really thought you were the kind of old immortal with gray hair, soft like a banana, and as thin as a silk thread."

Li Ang ignored the other party's sarcasm, and raised one hand flat, palms bluffed, with thunder flashes on the five fingers,

"Physical means such as cutting with knives and axes can't harm the spirit body, but the thunder that restrains all souls may not be necessarily."

The faint blue flashing arcs are connected into lines, buzzing and cutting the air, just looking at it makes people shudder.

However, Constantine didn't care. He sat cross-legged, stretched his waist, and said casually: "Oh, if you want to use torture to extract a confession against me, you'd better stop doing these useless efforts. Miss Rebecca is different."

"Oh?" Li Ang spread his hands and asked, "Why did you say that?"

Constantine said indifferently: "I once received Tantric teachings on the foothills of Nepal, tempered my mind, and honed my will in torture-like asceticism."

"Wait!" Even Li Ang, who had seen big storms all his life, changed his expression at this time, and said in a low voice, "You mean you have received the teachings of Tantric Buddhism?"

Constantine didn't know why, and replied blankly: "Yes, is there any question?"

Under Nuo's face, Li Ang was silent for a moment, took a few steps back, and looked at Constantine with a strange look, "Have you ever been 'enlightened' by those 'sage monks'?"

"What?" Konstantin was even more confused, "What is 'enlightenment', can you explain it clearly?"

"." Li Ang breathed out. He has personally witnessed the rise and fall of various religious sects. He has heard of many dirty and dirty cases of Tantric sects with complicated components.

Not to mention the ancients under the guidance of ethics, even in the more open and bright modern times, some "simple teachings" of Tantric Buddhism will never be accepted by modern people with normal three views-it's a pity that in any era, indulging in the so-called "mysterious teachings" ", "pure" and "natural" fools and idiots are always numerous, and there are still many people who are flocking to Tantric Buddhism, and they can't stop them.

As for the so-called "enlightenment", it naturally has another meaning in the teachings of Esoteric Buddhism. For details, please search "The Great Treatise on the Stages of the Way of the Honey Sect" by yourself. anger against religious folly
"Forget it," Li Ang resisted the urge to crush the second-rate mystic sorcerer who had practiced esoteric teachings to death, and closed his eyes and said, "You should really be glad that you are not bald, otherwise you would be dead by now." Turned to ashes."

"what?"

"Tantra plus bald donkeys are a thousand times more vicious than ordinary bald people." Li Ang said indifferently: "Well, I won't make things difficult for you, you quickly recruit, tell me the origin of this soul stone, and by the way, tell me what you have learned over the years. Transcribe all the classics of yours, and I will naturally reshape your body after the matter is completed."

Constantine choked when he heard the words. To be honest, he usually dealt with some extreme and crazy mystic monks, or he wrote sinister, cunning, vicious and cruel hell devils,

And the man in front of him, who sank himself into the harbor to feed the fish not long ago, is now seriously asking himself to cooperate. The most ridiculous thing is that Constantine actually believes it a little bit.

"What if I don't?" The second-rate warlock squinted and said, "What can you do to me?"

"Shenxiao Leilang," Li Ang sneered coldly, clasping his little finger and thumb together, with the three fingers in the middle together, wrapped in thunder and lightning, from top to bottom, piercing straight into the fontanelle of Constantine's soul,

The flickering lightning instantly swallowed the spirit body of the second-rate warlock, and Constantine's spirit body suddenly became turbulent, as if the surface of a mirror lake was broken by a stone.
"Ahhhh!"

The screams that didn't sound like human voices resounded throughout the basement. Constantine's limbs and seven orifices shot out arc-shaped beams, and there was even faint blue smoke rising from his soul.

"This kind of lightning won't damage your spiritual body essence, but the continuous damage it causes is far more painful than Cruciate Wrist Bone and Ling Chi Dabi a hundred times a thousand times."

Li Ang's indifferent voice still had penetrating power even in the miserable howling. He turned the finger that pierced Constantine's head, and said expressionlessly: "Physical pain can be comforted by morphine, but spiritual pain can't be relieved." medicine can solve,
You and I both know that under the torment of this magnitude, it is only a matter of time before you succumb. At most, you can think about the bargaining chips for a few minutes later, and think about how to earn the maximum benefit for yourself. "

Sure enough, Constantine gave in, his eyes were bloodshot, and he lowered his head as if begging for mercy.

Li Ang put away Lei Fa, looked at the second-rate warlock lying on the ground like a dead dog, and said indifferently, "Have you figured it out?"

"...You won." Constantine raised his head, smiled miserably, and said like a repeater, "You won."

"That's right." Li Ang nodded, turned and walked out of the basement, and returned after a while, holding a bundle of quartoed white papers and a box of pens.

He put the pen and paper into the magic circle and said, "This roll of paper is for you to write down all the mysterious books in your mind."

"All?" Constantine hadn't recovered from the lightning strike just now, and said with trembling arms, "You know I can't write all those things down."

"Don't lie, okay?" Li Ang said indifferently: "As a modern mystic scholar with professionalism, if he can't make his way through the vast sea of ​​ancient books with obscure sentences, he will be dead long ago, and there will be no ashes left. Familiarity with the chest is only the most basic requirement."

Constantine paused for a moment, without any expression on his thin face, and asked in a blunt tone: "What did you say to help me reshape my body? You even have to consult second-rate scum like me about the content of mysticism." , I don't believe you can come up with any good solutions."

Li Ang spread his hands and said, "It's very simple. After you finish this operation, I will find a fresh body for you to replace."

"Caucasian male, in good health, above average in appearance, aged between 20 and 40, death row criminal, no relatives, no hidden diseases, you must not set up any imprisonment, and you cannot ask me to settle the case afterwards."

Constantine said quickly: "If you can swear now, then I can accept your terms."

(End of this chapter)