Chapter 438: Two more people enter the Black Tower
Many monks were in a hurry, and the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and showed their magical powers to no avail.
Wang Jia is now lying on the eaves of the nine-story black tower. The misty mist makes him feel like he is in some kind of fairyland of beautiful buildings and jade buildings.
My mind was unconsciously in a trance, and my hands and feet felt light and weak.
"no!"
Wang Jia endured the strangeness in his body and struggled to control himself, who was as cotton-like as he was, and took his hand away from the hilt of the sword. He fell down and let his arms lie directly on the sword's blade.
Press the sharp point with the palm of your left hand and make a sharp stroke!
The fishy smell of blood instantly overwhelmed the wet feeling of the mist.
Wang Jia's chest was rising and falling, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the white scene around him.
"What exactly did I release from the black tower... It's a pity that only the ninth floor is the weak point of the black tower's protective formation. Otherwise, if the crack is broken from the first floor, Susu can be seen directly."
Wang Jia's eyebrows were sharp and her bones were excellent. At this moment, it was like wind and frost were blowing through her eyes, bringing her back to the Sword Peak in the past.
Her fingers suddenly grasped hard, and more and more blood was left from her original wound.
He took a deep breath and felt his heart skip a beat.
"No matter... Anyway, the Qi family's formation has been set up. It will be triggered automatically when the time comes. It doesn't matter whether I am present or not."
"The most important thing now...is Susu."
"Susu can't see anything. There's something in the black tower bullying her. No matter how powerful a little medical practitioner is, what can she do..."
"I want to protect her..."
He was the one who trusted Jiang Su before, but now he is the one who regrets it.
He used the blood stains as ink, pressed his palm against the wall of the black tower, used the tip of his other finger as a pen, and began to copy a formation.
This formation is called Shrinking Bones, and it allows people to enter the space behind the formation from a very small place.
Now that there are loopholes in the black tower's protective formation, it is the safest way to use the power of its original formation to create a smaller formation.
Blood is used as ink, and its effect is extraordinary.
Wang Jia turned around and looked at the location in his memory, then drew his sword and stepped into it without hesitation.
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Fang Zhe's whole body was also covered in white mist.
Suddenly the sound of Buddha came.
"Fang Zhe, do you know where your master was at that time?"
He flew towards the location of the sound source, and what he saw was a slightly dull golden light.
The eighteen Arhats protecting the temple who had previously transformed into Dharma figures stood on both sides, and several old monks wearing cassocks sat cross-legged in the middle.
This place is already Tallinn behind the black and white twin towers.
The person who spoke just now was Abbot Shannian, who wore the most solemn cassock color.
The expression of the old monk Shannian was not serious, and he even had a faint smile.
Fang Zhe stood in front of them, holding a knife in one hand and making secrets with his fingertips in the other.
His voice was low and hoarse.
"Release Jiang Su, and I will take you to find him."
Unexpectedly, several old monks shook their heads at the same time. The old monk Shanyu said: "The place you mentioned is just your master's former residence. There is no real body of him, or even his remaining soul."
The old monk Shan Nian made a secret with his fingertips, and a golden bowl suddenly appeared in the air, half filled with water.
"Your master has done many evil things. He has made more than a thousand people in the Wujiang Sect into puppets. Among them, the consciousness of hundreds of monks has been annihilated and replaced by him. He has done many evil things and has always been an intolerable existence in our Demon Suppressing Temple."
The old monk Shan Nian pointed at the water in the bowl, and a scene instantly appeared in the water.
The waves and shadows are like a dream.
It was the first half of Fang Zhe's intermittent life like a revolving lantern.
"The crazy knife will break."
"You have a predestined relationship with Buddhism. A Bodhisattva heard about your experience and gave us a wish. I hope you can learn Buddhism and enter my Buddhist door."
"Infinite... is the name of hell."
"You can come out of hell cleanly, just like the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in my Buddha's aspiration."
"I swear that I will never become a Buddha until hell is empty. You have cleared away the demons, monsters, evil gods and evil spirits in the hell on earth. This is a great merit."
The old monk Shan Nian followed the instructions and looked at the red monk with kind eyes.
Fang Zhe didn't say anything. He just sat on the ground and looked at his past experiences with concentration. From when he learned to refine weapons and control flames in Wu Jian Cult, to when he slipped away to play with young deer in the forest outside the city.
Yes, he had a young deer as a playmate when he was a child.
It seemed that he would take time to find the young deer every day, accompany it to the quiet stream to drink water, and gently smooth its wet hair with his hands.
Watch as it nimbly and vigorously escapes the fangs and mouth of the python wandering in the forest. Accompany it to find the freshest green grass and feast on it.
He said: "The little deer is so good."
The deer's eyes were so clear that he was the only one reflected.
In the autumn of a certain year, he and his master spent a few more hours learning the art of condensation and shaping of weapons. When they reached the depths of the mountains and forests outside the city, they no longer saw the little deer.
Only the deer antler was broken on the ground, and the blood around it had long since dried up and turned darker in color.
Beside it is a pure green giant python with a bulging belly, coiled on a dry tree, and its tail hanging down.
His playmate became the winter food for this giant green python.
The young man Fang Zhe did not move. He stared closely at it, which had closed its eyes and slept quietly, and did not move for a long time.
He began to understand the law of life from this moment on.
It's a pity that he has lost the deer, and he will never see anyone with eyes as clear as water, and the sparkling light reflecting the figure.
The scene in the golden bowl changes.
Half of his life passed one after another.
Fang Zhe felt a little strange. He saw some strange scenes.
For example, he and his junior brother Xu Shuye comforted a young man in black, and he even held the young man in black in his arms and used his clothes to keep him warm.
He meticulously taught the young boy how to use the Thirty-Six Tiangang Postures taught by Wu Jian, and even demonstrated his unique body movements countless times.
In addition to refining weapons, it can be said that everything is taught to everyone.
"Who is this young man? Wang Jia?" Fang Zhe asked himself in his heart.
It should be Wang Jia...but there is always a strange feeling.
The old monk's voice came again.
"The world of cultivation is about to change. There are monks from all walks of life ascending to the throne. Wouldn't it be a pity if no one from our Buddhist path takes this God-given opportunity?"
"Fang Zhe, enter my Buddhist door, practice Buddhism, and soon follow the people in your heart and fly to the upper world together. Why do you hesitate?"
The monk in red clothes gradually withdrew his consciousness from the golden bowl water mirror. He lowered his head and seemed to be thinking, his eyes were deep and his thoughts were unknown.
He said: "I want Jiang Su."
The next moment, the red monk stood up suddenly, holding a broken knife in his hand, turned around and pointed directly at the back of the black tower.
"Open the door and send me in."
"..."
Everyone was silent.
A full two quarters of an hour passed,
Shan Nian said bluntly at this moment: "Your master is on the eighth floor of the Black Tower. If you enter from the ninth floor, you can just find him."
"Crazy Knife Fangzhi, I kindly remind you. Jiang Su is already walking from the first floor to the ninth floor. Now that the Black Tower's protective formation is activated, no one can enter the first floor anymore."
Therefore, he can enter from the ninth floor.
After realizing this, Fang Zhe immediately flew straight to the ninth floor of the black tower according to the direction in his memory, without looking at the group of old monks again.
He has no interest in Buddhism.
Even if everyone in the world ascends, it doesn't matter. He only needs to be a small doctor.