Inside the Shura Pagoda is a golden space, which is very spacious inside.
The first floor is empty.
There was only a young man wearing a ragged monk's robe sitting on the ground, surrounded by dense golden Buddhist inscriptions, which seemed to be some kind of powerful restrictive barrier.
This person should be Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the Age of Conferred Gods has not yet reached the realm of Taoist Heavenly Lord, but he is also a monk at the pinnacle level of Hunyuan. His aura is restrained, giving people a sense of unfathomability.
Shen Lang walked slowly to the young man in monk's robes, clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Shen Lang, I have met my Taoist friend."
Zhen Yuanzi and others also saluted the young man in monk robes one by one.
The young man in monk's robe clasped his hands together and said in a gentle tone: "I am sitting at the center of the formation guarding the tower. It is inconvenient for me to get up. I hope all fellow Taoists will not blame me."
Shen Lang waved his hands repeatedly and said: "How dare you! We are the ones who broke into this place presumptuously. I hope fellow Taoist Ksitigarbha will bear with me."
The young man in monk's robe turned to Shen Lang and asked kindly: "It seems that this poor monk has never seen this fellow Taoist. I wonder why he knows my Dharma name?"
"this……"
Shen Lang didn't know how to explain it for a moment. He couldn't say that he had traveled through time, right?
“If it’s inconvenient for you, fellow Taoist, to say it clearly, it’s okay.”
The young man in monk's robe seemed to understand Shen Lang and said with a smile: "The mentor of the poor monk once told me before he died that a destined person will arrive at Shura Pagoda in the future. I believe that Fellow Daoist Shen is that destined person."
"I wonder who the mentor of Ksitigarbha is?" Shen Lang asked curiously.
The young man in monk's robe replied: "The poor monk's mentor is named 'Ying Ling Tong Zi'. In the early years, his mentor was also known as 'Sha Shen Tong Zi'. He must be the person Taoist Shen has been looking for."
"It turns out that senior is actually the mentor of fellow Taoist Ksitigarbha!"
Shen Lang looked surprised.
It’s hard to imagine that the sand god boy who everyone regards as a very evil head is actually the master of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!
The young man in monk's robe said seriously: "Although my mentor has passed away for many years, he also told me many things before his death. The poor monk can make decisions on my behalf. What is the purpose of Fellow Daoist Shen's coming here? You might as well explain it clearly."
Shen Lang got straight to the point and said: "Shen, I don't want to hide anymore. I came here to find the guardians of the twelve shaman tombs. I wonder if Master Ling was the twelve who built the shaman tombs under the orders of Emperor Fuxi."
One of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals?"
"Indeed." The young man in monk's robe nodded slightly.
"Now that fellow Ksitigarbha Taoist Ksitigarbha knows this, Shen has spoken out. The reason why I want to find the tombkeeper is to recover the remains of Pangu and save the fairy world..."
Shen Lang told the young man in monk robes his purpose and told the whole story.
"As expected."
The young man in monk's robe seemed to have guessed all this and said frankly: "To be honest with fellow Taoist Shen, the reason why this poor monk has been meditating in this Shura Pagoda for countless years is precisely to guard the remains of Pangu."
After saying that, the young man in monk's robe waved his sleeves.
The space above his head suddenly opened up, reaching the ninth floor of the tower.
"Buzz buzz!"
Dazzling golden divine light pours down from the space above the tower, and there is a huge wave of aura contained in that golden light.
The golden divine light that spilled out even turned into golden storms, almost forcing Shen Lang and others back.
Shen Lang stabilized his body, opened the Shura Sacred Eyes, and looked through the strong light. He could see a huge golden severed foot floating above the head of the young man in monk robes, wrapped in dense golden Buddhist inscriptions.
If the forbidden power carried by the Buddhist inscriptions had not offset most of the impact of the divine light, otherwise the power of the divine light released from the severed foot would have been enough to injure Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian!
Seeing this huge mountain of severed feet, everyone's hearts were trembling.
Even with a layer of seal restrictions, it can release such terrifying energy fluctuations. This golden foot is undoubtedly the remains of Pangu!