"How would people from the Tantra or Buddhist Sect know that I'm Yin Wuhua's successor?" Qin Lang asked a key question.
There were many people who practiced Tantra hand seals and psychic power techniques. How would the other party determine Qin Lang's identity?
"How would I know that?" Qin Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the old poisonous creature's answer. "We Poisons specialize in poisons, not psychic cultivation. However, I don't know how the Buddhist Sect can tell whether you're Yin Wuhua's successor or not, but I'm sure they have a way. "
"F * ck! That's as good as not saying anything! "Qin Lang was speechless.
"In short, be careful. At least don't engage in psychic power battles with the Buddhist Sect people." The old poisonous creature said, "Don't use psychic power battles. No matter how powerful they are, they won't be able to see through your secret."
"Understood." Although the information obtained from the old poisonous creature was limited, at least Qin Lang knew that the psychic cultivation technique he inherited from Yin Wuhua was probably the strongest psychic cultivation technique of the Buddhist Sect. At the same time, Qin Lang also knew that he couldn't easily engage in psychic power battles with the Buddhist Sect people. If he was forced to engage in psychic power battles with the Buddhist Sect people, then he must completely kill the other party to avoid future troubles.
"Understanding is one thing, but doing it is another. I don't believe that you can kill all the Buddhist Sect people who fight with you. Heh … you're still soft-hearted." The old poisonous creature laughed. It was true that no disciple could be better than a master.
"I'm not soft-hearted. I have my own principles when it comes to killing." Qin Lang said.
"I can't be bothered with you, kid. I don't know if you'll still be able to stick to your principles when your head bleeds." The old poisonous creature laughed and hung up the phone. Clearly, this old guy was having a good time recently.
After hanging up the phone, Qin Lang began to worry about his own situation.
In a battle of spirit techniques, Qin Lang had fought with Danba Xingyao and the others, but fortunately, he had already killed them. As for Wang Xiongzhou and Peng Yueshan, they were also dead, and they were not disciples of the Buddhist Sect. After thinking about it carefully, Qin Lang suddenly thought of a flaw he left behind.
It was Zen Master Zana of the Religious Association, whom Xu Zhengguo regarded as a distinguished guest.
Although this fellow's mental strength cultivation was not high, he was definitely a disciple of the Buddhist Sect. Otherwise, he would not have been able to openly hold a position in the Religious Association.
"What I'm afraid of really happens." Unexpectedly, Qin Lang found trouble as soon as he talked to Old Poison.
Now, Qin Lang could only hope that this Zen Master Zana's mental strength cultivation was too weak and had yet to discover Qin Lang's abnormality.
However, Qin Lang had to find this Zen Master Zana now to confirm if he had exposed any flaws.
Qin Lang had just gained some experience in mental strength cultivation. He did not want to be targeted by the people of the Buddhist Sect at this time and then be strangled in the cradle.
Suddenly, Qin Lang understood why Old Poison had laughed on the phone. This old fellow probably knew that once Qin Lang exposed a flaw and was targeted by the people of the Buddhist Sect, Qin Lang would only have one choice:
Return to the mountains and live in seclusion!
"Could it be that Yin Wuhua was also forced to live in seclusion by the people of the Buddhist Sect back then?" Qin Lang's heart was filled with doubts. Although Yin Wuhua's mental strength cultivation had reached the peak of the Jianghu, it was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands. Moreover, Yin Wuhua was facing the entire Buddhist Sect. It was inevitable that there were many experts in the Buddhist Sect, so it was normal for Yin Wuhua to choose to live in seclusion.
"Damn, I don't want to live in seclusion in the mountains and be an old virgin like Old Poison!" Qin Lang snorted in his heart. He decided to find Zen Master Zana and solve this flaw.
Qin Lang's so-called "solve" was only to solve the problem. Although this Zen Master Zana was not likeable, Qin Lang would not kill him just because he put on airs in front of him. If that was the case, Qin Lang would really become a devil.
After calling a taxi, Qin Lang went straight to the Autonomous Prefecture's Religious Association.
The taxi stopped in front of a very imposing office building. When he got off the car, Qin Lang thought that he had gone to the wrong place. Fortunately, he saw a glittering marble sign in front of this imposing building. On it were the words "Tibetan and Qiang Autonomous Prefecture's Religious Association".
"This place is even more imposing than a government building." Who would have thought that in an economically backward Autonomous Prefecture, this kind of religious organization was actually more imposing than any big city.
However, after thinking about it carefully, Qin Lang was not surprised. It seemed that the more economically backward a place was, the more prosperous religion was. For example, the Tibetan region was relatively backward in terms of strength, but religion was the most flourishing in Hua Xia. The Potala Palace was a world-famous place of pilgrimage.
What Qin Lang did not expect was that this imposing building, which was one of the few in the autonomous prefecture, was actually the Religious Association's.
From the looks of it, the number of Buddhist believers in the Tibetan and Qiang Autonomous Prefecture was not small.
Perhaps it was because the Religious Association had a relatively high status in the Autonomous Prefecture that even the security guards at the door were especially arrogant. However, after Qin Lang flashed his military identification card, the security guard immediately let Qin Lang pass. It could be seen that the power of a gun could not be ignored.
After entering the lobby of the Religious Association's building, Qin Lang explained his purpose to a female staff member in the lobby.
"What? You want to see Zen Master Zana? " The female staff member sized up Qin Lang from head to toe. "Officer comrade, you should know that Zen Master Zana is the vice-president of our Religious Association. His schedule is always full. If you want to see him, I'm afraid you'll have to make an appointment first."
Qin Lang frowned. He thought that Zen Master Zana was really ostentatious. However, Qin Lang naturally had his own methods. Thus, he said to the female staff member, "Miss, I seem to know you …"
"You know me?" The woman subconsciously raised her head to look at Qin Lang. However, in just a glance, the woman's eyes suddenly became blurred. She said blankly, "Oh, yes, I know you. You're a friend of Zen Master Zana … Do you want to see Zen Master Zana? He's in room number two on the seventh floor."
"Thank you." Qin Lang smiled slightly, turned around, and walked to the elevator.
When Qin Lang entered the elevator, the woman came back to her senses and said to herself, "Who was I talking to just now?"
The elevator reached the seventh floor, and Qin Lang came to the door of room number two.
This was clearly a high-rise office, but there were two stone Buddha statues guarding the door in front of the room. It seemed a little out of place.
Bang! Bang!
Qin Lang knocked on the door of the room, and then heard an impatient voice from inside. "Who is it? Didn't I say that this Zen Master is not seeing guests today? "
"Where's the uninvited guest?" Qin Lang asked outside the door.
As soon as Qin Lang's voice fell, the office door was quickly opened.
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