Chapter 885 The years I was a big willow tree in hell
"Thank you, old monk, for reminding me. However, I have a long-lasting connection with Buddhism, and now I happen to be here. If I can't go there in person, I'm afraid it will be a regret in my life!"
However, Yang Fan politely rejected the other party's proposal.
Although the other party seems a bit unpredictable, Yang Fan is still somewhat confident in his ability to escape for his life!
Especially with frequent use, both "Fuyao" and "Shenzu Tong" have successfully reached the state of great achievement. Coupled with the successful cultivation of Mahakala Tensuji Bodhisattva, their transformation speed is even more amazing.
After all, the true form of Mahakala Tensuji Bodhisattva carries a huge sky of Mahakala. When escaping, it can almost travel through the void. The speed is no less than a speed-type magical power.
This is Yang Fan's confidence.
If you can't beat it, you can always beat it by running.
When the old monk heard Yang Fan's words, a trace of Buddha's light flashed in his eyes, and there were two vaguely "swastika" characters turning in his eyes.
At first glance, it was impossible to discern Yang Fan's background.
However, relying on his own special abilities, he was able to sense Yang Fan's Buddha nature in some mysterious way, almost the same way he felt when he followed the Buddha.
He was also quite surprised by such profound Buddhist roots.
"It seems that the old monk is troublesome."
"Donor, please."
"After all, with the donor's wisdom, the Buddhas and lands in the world can come and go freely!"
After the old monk said that, he closed his eyes.
The whole person was almost completely integrated into the darkness.
Yang Fan glanced at the other party again and felt that the other party was in a state of chaos of life and death. No wonder he didn't notice the other party's existence when he just passed by.
“Since you’re here, of course you have to go in and take a look!”
Yang Fan flashed and entered the mountain.
When you look at it from a distance, the mountain is not that big, but once you enter, you feel that the mountains and rivers are overlapping, and the sense of space seems to have changed strangely, becoming taller and taller than the water!
The distance that was originally one mile now extends to hundreds of miles!
"Sure enough, it's a bit weird."
This night under the Buddhist holy land, it feels completely different!
The huge Buddhist temple, which was originally shining with golden light, turned into a gloomy and gloomy place. Instead of looking like a residence of gods and Buddhas, it seemed like it was filled with demons!
The billowing purple-black demonic aura is almost continuous from the top of the mountain, and then spreads down the mountain like incense.
But when he saw Yang Fan's figure disappearing into the mountain, the old monk opened his eyes again, with a hint of cruelty and coldness in his old eyes.
"This person has such profound Buddha nature. Could he be a contemporary Buddha, or is he the reincarnation of some old man?"
"But it just happened to feed the Gate of Hell..."
"Recently, it has been moving more frequently, and it needs such blood food full of Buddha nature to appease it..."
After that, he closed his eyes again.
After a while, his body was covered with a layer of green and black stone, and it turned into an old and broken black Buddha carving again, which fell among the broken rocks.
This is not a living person at all!
If Yang Fan saw this scene, I'm afraid he would never go deep into the mountain rashly.
In the mountains.
Yang Fan finally felt a little uneasy.
This is not a Buddhist holy place, it is clearly a hell!
Walking among the mountains, white bones are exposed in the wild, and the river flowing in the mountains is filled with the smell of blood, and both sides are full of manjushuahua!
The weirdest thing is that there is actually a ferry in the bloody river!
Those ferries looked very old, with ferrymen wearing black raincoats on them. They drove the ferries not with poles, but with hands reaching out from the depths of the river.
The big, white, jade-like hands held the ferry through the waves of blood and moved forward slowly.
The sound of water is gurgling and the wind is quiet.
Yang Fan felt that he must have entered in the wrong way, otherwise, how could he have walked from the human world into hell in one step!
"I'm afraid there's something weird about that old monk!"
Yang Fan wanted to quit.
He quickly returned the way he came.
However, after walking a short distance, he felt something strange, because looking at the direction he was traveling, he was still heading towards the gloomy temple on the top of the mountain!
"Fuyao!"
"Magic foot power!"
Yang Fan activated these two magical powers almost without thinking.
However, as soon as this magical power was activated, it was blown out easily like a candle in the wind.
It seems that magical powers are forbidden here!
The power of supernatural powers is simply difficult to use!
Now Yang Fan finally felt the difficulty, knowing that he had been too smooth sailing before and finally fell into trouble.
Now think about it, the old monk's seemingly blocking the road actually meant to secretly guide him deeper into the mountain!
Moreover, did he really enter the mountain where he entered the Great Baoen Temple?
Or is it that he has been led astray in some way since he saw the old monk?
"Then I want to see what is in your mountain!"
Yang Fan's eyes gleamed with fierceness, and the last life-saving talisman was directly held in his hand.
If he wasn't afraid of attracting some powerful beings, he would even have the intention to "patch the sky" directly and send the inexplicable ghosts he encountered along the way directly to the sky.
Continue walking forward.
Although Yang Fan felt cruel in his heart, he was full of caution in his actions.
Although he had the Baifu Knot to protect his body, he was worried that his unusual behavior would attract attention, so he simply revealed his true form as Mahakala Tensuji Bodhisattva.
I have turned into a demon, no one will come to provoke me again, right?
However, the further you go inside, the weirder you see and hear.
Yang Fan saw strange human skulls rolling down the mountain from the top of the mountain. They were the heads of Buddha statues!
The head was covered in fleshy buns, with bleeding granules growing on the cross-section.
In addition, on both sides of the mountain road, you can also see huge flesh-and-blood wooden fish.
Some wooden fish are silent, while others automatically make bursts of knocking sounds, as if something is knocking inside them, making a crisp sound.
Yang Fan saw with his own eyes that a Buddha head accidentally rolled to the wrong place and landed next to a silent wooden fish of flesh and blood. The wooden fish opened instantly, like a tongue sticking out of a big mouth.
A whooshing sound.
The tip of his tongue penetrated the Buddha head, and then dragged the Buddha head heavily into the wooden fish.
Then, this silent wooden fish began to make a thumping sound.
"..."
Yang Fan's face turned pale.
Look at the rows of fleshy wooden fish again and listen to the crisp sound of the wooden fish.
At this moment, he still didn't know the source of the sound. It was the sound of the Buddha's head struggling to escape from inside, and desperately hitting the inner wall of the wooden fish!
"Is this really hell?"
"Besides, it's still a Buddhist hell!"
Yang Fan felt that the blood in his body was a little cold.
No, we can't go any further.
The increasingly weird sights made him understand that the place ahead was by no means a good place.
Yang Fan's face changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth and thrust right next to the flesh-and-blood wooden fish, turning himself into a big willow tree!
The big sinews that twist and fly like a black snake begin to learn from those flesh-and-blood wooden fish and catch the falling Buddha heads!
As the saying goes - if you can't beat it, join it.