Master Chanming clasped his hands together and sat cross-legged in the void, with cold sweat on his forehead and between his brows.
He was trembling slightly, as if he was resisting something.
He said nothing, with a somewhat nervous look on his face.
The Ghost King was sitting on his Ghost King's City, looking at Master Chan Ming quietly.
Just in the middle of speaking, the bald donkey in the seventh realm turned into this look.
The Ghost King naturally knew that the bald donkey was probably in trouble, but he had no intention of taking advantage of others' danger.
Ever since he learned from Master Chan Ming that the dead bones of the ninth realm monk he and Gao Qunshu were pursuing were fake, he had no more desires.
He even thought about whether to leave and stop getting involved in the troubles in Victoria.
When waiting, time is at its slowest.
It was obviously less than a quarter of an hour, but the Ghost King felt as if he had spent several days and nights.
Finally, the trembling on Master Chanming's body disappeared.
He opened his eyes again, with a bit of joy in his eyes.
After waking up, he was not in a hurry to talk to the Ghost King. Instead, he clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name a few times with a pious face, and then he finally felt at ease.
"The poor monk almost lost his life. It seems that the Bodhisattva at Sakya Temple has become angry." Chan Ming breathed a long sigh of relief.
"what happened?"
Chan Ming said helplessly: "After practicing the Double Body Technique, my life will be taken by the Alaya Consciousness. Life or death depends entirely on his thoughts. Just now he used the Double Body Technique to try to take my life."
,but..."
Having said this, Chan Ming paused and said the Buddha's name again.
"Amitabha, after all, is just a fake Bodhisattva. Although he is also a venerable person in the ninth realm, he still lacks the temperament in front of my Buddha."
Chan Ming stood up, stood in mid-air, and bowed slightly towards the Ghost King.
"Since the critical moment has come to Sakya Monastery, there is no need for the poor monk to hide anything anymore."
"The poor monk Zen Ming comes from the Great Ci'en Temple. He received the order from the abbot of the temple and came to Sakya Temple to be with Alaya Shishi."
Hearing this, the Ghost King raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I've long felt that something was wrong with you, that's why."
After all, from the very beginning of the fight, Chan Ming always seemed to be a bit unproductive, and even went out of his way to distract him. Therefore, the Ghost King had already guessed, and he was not surprised when he heard Chan Ming's words.
Chan Ming smiled.
"Alaya Shi is a traitor to Da Ci'en Temple. For so many years, Da Ci'en Temple has been trying to find an explanation. Now the opportunity has finally come."
The Ghost King didn't care about this, he curled his lips.
"Why are you telling me this? This is your Buddhist country's own business, and I don't want to get involved."
"The Alaya Consciousness has been doing perverse things in Weizhou for thousands of years. If you kill him, even if it is just a little help, you will be blessed with heavenly merits."
As soon as he heard that it had merit, the Ghost King immediately became interested.
"Oh? How can I help?"
Chan Ming chuckled.
"If you want to kill Alaya Consciousness, you must have his past, present, and future bodies merge into one. At this time, the past and future have already appeared, but his present body is still missing."
"You want me to find his current body?" asked the Ghost King.
"No, I'm far away now." A voice sounded, and it was not Zen Ming's voice.
The Ghost King turned his gaze, and when he saw the person coming, even he felt a little surprised.
"Tianji?"
Taoist Tianji slowly walked into the Ghost King's City with a smile and came to the Ghost King.
He turned around, looked at Chan Ming, and nodded as a greeting.
"What does Fellow Taoist Tianji mean by this?" Chan Ming was puzzled and asked, "For these thousand years, the Alaya Consciousness has never left Weizhou, so his current body should also be in Weizhou."
"Do you want to use the Ghost King's ability to find his current identity in Victoria as soon as possible?" Tianji asked in return.
The ghost realm of the Ghost King is extremely vast, and more importantly, in this ghost realm, the Ghost King can do whatever he wants.
As long as he wants to, in less than a day, he can control his own Ghost King City and travel throughout Victoria without leaving any corner behind.
This is just the tip of the iceberg of the abilities of seventh-level ghost cultivators.
Chan Ming had this idea. Seeing that there was something in Tianji's words, he simply asked directly: "What does fellow Taoist Tianji mean when he says he is far away in the horizon? Is it possible that Alaya is not in Weizhou now?"
Tianji smiled and looked at the Ghost King.
"Please ask Your Majesty the Ghost King to take us to Sakya Monastery."
Hearing this, the Ghost King did not comment and looked at Chan Ming.
Chan Ming stared in shock and said, "Alaya is in Sakya Monastery now? How dare he?"
"King of Ghosts, let's go." Tianji did not answer, but urged, "If we delay any longer, little friend Lin Ji may die."
...
In Sakya Monastery.
A drop of golden blood fell to the ground.
There was a splash of water on the ground, and then the golden blood disappeared in mid-air.
Vaguely, while the blood disappeared, the spiritual energy around him seemed to be a little stronger.
"It is indeed the blood of the Arhat's golden body. Even the blood of a true dragon is nothing more than that. It is a great supplement." Gao Qunshu said with a chuckle.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were in tatters.
The leaked body was still stained with blood, but the long sword in his hand was shiny.
At this moment, Alaya was still moving his palm, but his palm had already been picked up. There was a hole in his palm, and blood appeared from this wound.
"You... can hurt me?" There was some confusion in Alaya Shi's eyes, "You are half-way there, why should you hurt me?"
"A half-way success is still a success. I tried my best to just poke a hole in you, so why not?" Gao Qunshu asked in return.
As soon as he finished speaking, he finally lost all strength, fell backwards, and fell heavily to the ground.
The sword strike just now was already his limit. He kept saying that half-way success is also a full-fledged goal, but the gap was ultimately irreparable.
In Lin Ji's telepathy, he saw Gao Qunshu's thoughts.
This old guy was caught up by Alaya before and was injured with a palm, but he became dissatisfied.
After stabilizing his injuries for a while, he rushed back to find another place, willing to die rather than surrender.
It's really tough.
Gao Qunshu is indeed a character.
If Gao Qunshu hadn't been seriously injured at this time, it would be difficult for him to understand what he was thinking.
"I seem to regret it a little? But what's the use of regretting now?"
Lin Ji wanted to laugh for no reason.
It turns out that people like Gao Qunshu can sometimes be impulsive.
But soon, Lin Ji stopped laughing.
Because Alaya's cold gaze rested on him again.
"Give you one last chance."
"Relax your mind, let me take away Wu Nan's consciousness, and then let you go."