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Fang Ming stared at the monk who was gradually recovering, with a sly look in his eyes.

He did not give the monk any chance to breathe. He waved his hand, and ripples appeared in the air. A punishment cage flashing green light appeared out of thin air, tightly enveloping the monk.

"Hmph, let's see how you escape this time!" Fang Ming sneered, his tone full of confidence.

Then, he waved his hand again, and a row of colorful plants with colorful mushroom heads quickly emerged from the ground and surrounded the punishment cage.

"Pure Love Girl, Charming Mushroom Shooter, get ready!" Fang Ming whispered, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

I saw a plant suddenly hold its head high, and the colorful mushroom head on the top seemed to be instantly full of power, and a strange wave emanated from it.

This is exactly what Fang Ming relies on, he wants to directly charm and control the monk!

"Swoosh!"

A pink arrow cut through the air, carrying a beating heart, and shot straight at the monk in the punishment cage.

Fang Ming stared at the trajectory of the arrow, silently saying in his heart: "Don't kill me, I want to live!"

The arrow hit the monk accurately, and the monk's body shook, and a trace of pain flashed across his face.

However, when the effect of the arrow dissipated, the monk remained awake, with vigilance and hostility in his eyes.

"Huh? It didn't work?"

Fang Ming was slightly stunned, and then frowned.

It doesn't matter if you keep coming, as long as you ensure that the monk doesn't die, he will always be charmed by you!

"Come again!" Fang Ming gritted his teeth and urged the charm mushroom shooter to shoot the arrow again.

Kailan Hall was stunned on the side. He had never seen such a strange way of fighting.

Not long after, the monk was beaten to the brink of death again.

Fang Ming looked at Kailan Hall.

Kailan Hall then stretched out his palm again, facing the monk in the punishment cage.

A burst of green light flashed, and the monk's injuries recovered again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The monk watched his body gradually recover, and a trace of doubt and fear flashed in his eyes.

He didn't know what Fang Ming was going to do, but at this moment he was a little panicked.

After recovering, he immediately took action, and all kinds of skills were madly hitting the punishment cage. However, these attacks were like a drop in the ocean, and the punishment cage did not move at all, and all the attacks were absorbed by it one by one.

"Humph, just a dying struggle." Fang Ming looked at the monk's actions, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, another round of pink love arrows shot at the monk.

This time, Fang Ming concentrated on observing the monk's reaction.

However, when the arrow hit the monk again, the monk was still not successfully charmed.

"Damn it!" Fang Ming couldn't help but curse. He didn't expect that the monk's willpower was so strong that even the charm failed.

However, Fang Ming did not give up. He knew that ordinary torture was useless for this kind of religious madman who was devoted to Buddhism.

Only by controlling his mind could he be completely conquered.

So, at Fang Ming's signal, Kailan Hall took action again and cured the monk.

The monk looked at his body and recovered again, and his eyes were full of despair and fear.

He didn't know what Fang Ming was going to do, but at this moment he was powerless to resist.

At this time, the charm mushroom shooter fired another round of pink love arrows.

This time, the arrows carried an unprecedented strong fluctuation. When the arrows hit the monk, the monk finally couldn't resist this force, and a trace of confusion and dullness flashed in his eyes.

"Success!" Fang Ming couldn't help cheering when he saw this.

He finally successfully charmed this religious madman who was devoted to Buddhism and turned him into his slave.

Fang Ming stared at the dull-eyed monk in front of him quietly, his eyes revealing an indescribable curiosity and exploration. A smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of his mouth, which showed both a desire for the unknown and an expectation of the secret to be revealed.

He asked in a low and powerful voice: "Who are you?"

The monk answered woodenly, his voice was empty, as if it came from a distant void: "I am a monk of the Zen sect, responsible for preaching, converting monsters, and collecting faith."

His eyes were empty, without any fluctuations, like a body with a soul taken away.

"Zen sect?"

Fang Ming frowned slightly, his doubts were evident.

He asked again, with a hint of curiosity in his tone: "Tell me about the structure of your Western Buddhist Kingdom."

The monk had no expression on his face, and answered like a machine, his voice still empty: "The Western Buddhist Kingdom has three sects and one academy, eight groups of heavenly dragons, seventy-two bronze men, eighteen arhats, four great Vajra, three great venerables, and those who have not yet arrived..."

His voice suddenlyThen it stopped abruptly, as if being strangled by some mysterious force.

Fang Ming's heart shuddered, and his hair stood on end.

He clearly felt an invisible pressure, which was so powerful and mysterious that the monks could not continue to speak!

He was secretly shocked, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that there must be a shocking secret behind this, a secret that was crucial to the Western Buddhist Kingdom!

After a moment of silence, Fang Ming took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner shock.

He asked again, his voice firm and powerful: "Tell me more about what these three sects and one courtyard are."

The monk spoke again, his voice was still empty, but his tone was a little more detailed: "The three sects refer to Zen, Tantric, and Pure Land Buddhism, each of which has its own unique practice methods and responsible sectors. The one courtyard refers to the Discipline Court, which is responsible for maintaining the order of the Buddhist Kingdom, punishing those who make mistakes, and ensuring the stability and prosperity of the Buddhist Kingdom."

Fang Ming nodded, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

He realized that the structure of this Western Buddhist country was much more complicated than he had imagined.

He then asked again: "What are these eight groups of heavenly dragons, the seventy-two bronze men, the eighteen arhats, the four great Vajras, and the three great venerables?"

The monk was controlled by Fang Ming and answered without reservation: "The eight groups of heavenly dragons are monsters of eight races that were given Buddhism. After the baptism of Buddhism, they were transformed into the guardian force of the Buddhist country and guarded the peace of the Buddhist country."

"The seventy-two bronze men, the eighteen arhats, and the four great Vajras are titles for some powerful people. They have a high status in the Buddhist country and are deeply respected by believers. They are the backbone of the Buddhist country."

"As for the three great venerables, they are the highest leaders of the Western Buddhist country at present. They hold the highest power in the Buddhist country. They are the gods in the hearts of believers and lead the Buddhist country to a more glorious future."

The monk answered without reservation.

Listening to the monk's answer, Fang Ming couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart.

He had not expected that the structure of this Western Buddhist country was so complicated, and there were so many secrets and powers hidden behind it.

He murmured to himself: "So that's it..."

His eyes flashed with a thoughtful light, as if he was thinking about how to turn this information into his own advantage.

At this moment, the monk in the punishment cage still had a dull look in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul.