Lang Shuoyang and Lang Zixuan exchanged glances, took out a piece of yellow cloth, and they drew the talisman together. This attack will not bring down the tower as usual. The Ghost King is in the dark, and there is a possibility of a sneak attack at any time, so we must use our troops quickly and not give the Ghost King a break.
opportunity.
Lang Shuoyang told Miffel while drawing the talisman: "Break the two door panels together with the windows, so that the yin energy can be distributed and the yang energy can be introduced!"
Miffel swung the bone whip in her hand, and a door panel was shattered into pieces.
Big-headed monk Shankawai didn't show any weakness. He turned around and waved his Zen staff, and the other door panel also shattered.
The spell on this door has been broken by Lang Shuoyang's, so the two door panels are naturally vulnerable.
The two-headed nun took out a bag from her bag, took out wooden fish and other objects from it, placed an incense altar in front of her, burned three pillars of incense, then sat down cross-legged, struck the wooden fish, and chanted a mantra around her mouth: "Om maniba
Mi hum..."
The non-greedy monk next to him took out his sword from his waist, and checked more. He walked to the Buddha statue and saw that the statue was shining in the candlelight. He didn't dare to blaspheme, so he quickly dropped the sword, knelt down, kowtowed, and chanted the Buddha's name!"
At this time, Lang Shuoyang and Lang Zixuan finished drawing the talisman, threw the yellow cloth in the air, and recited the mantra together.
At this time, the two human beings were already extraordinary, especially Lang Shuoyang, who had already caught up with Grandmaster Long Meizi. The two of them cast spells together, and their power was boundless.
I saw a yellow cloth in the air, scattering thousands of golden lights, and suddenly there was a loud noise and exploded. At the same time, dozens of giant butter candles in the hall were extinguished at the same time, and my eyes darkened. It was just like what the two-headed nun said.
, everything has changed.
I saw that the shining golden Buddha statue just now turned into a huge monster with teeth and claws. There was drool in its mouth, and it was looking at the non-greedy monk kowtowing in front of it.
The non-greedy monk looked up and saw the monster, and was so frightened that he quickly backed away. Just when the monster jumped into the air and was about to pounce on him, the two-headed nun shouted: "Mummy boom!" He pointed the wooden fish hammer in his hand, and a golden light shot towards him.
The monster hit the monster between its eyebrows. The monster yelled and was about to run away. Beside it was Lang Shuoyang on the left, Miffel on the right, a divine light, and a long whip, all attacking at the same time.
The divine light pierced the monster's left rib, and the long whip wrapped around its neck.
The monster howled and revealed its true form. It turned out to be a jackal. The big-headed monk stepped forward and beat him with a Zen staff until his brains burst.
The non-greedy monk put his hands on his hands and laughed: "What a ferocious beast I am. It turns out that I am a dog! I will die well, I will die well!"
The two-headed nuns said in unison: "I am a compassionate Buddha, how can I be so gloating about misfortune!"
Lang Zixuan said: "This is just the moment we enter the door. At this time, Wei Tian can actually control living creatures and monsters. It seems that we should be more careful!"
Everyone tidy up and look for the stairs.
But after searching around, I don’t know where the stairs are. How do I get down there?
The big-headed monk swung his Zen staff and hit him. Sparks shot out from the ground, but no secret door was found.
Miffel smiled and said: "Great monk, are you from a farming background?"
Lang Shuoyang said to Miffel: "Stop making trouble and ask Qinglin."
Miffel fought just now and temporarily suppressed Qinglin's soul. At this time, her spirit relaxed, and Qinglin spoke: "I only went to the fallen tower underground. I have never gone in, so I don't know where the stairs are."
Lang Shuoyang took out a bunch of Yi Nan's hair, tied it with a yellow talisman, chanted a spell, and when he released his hand, the bun with the yellow talisman flew up on its own, spun around in the air, and landed on the ground.
On the base of the Buddha statue.
The big-headed monk held his Zen staff upside down, flew up, and dug a few times, but it still didn't work.
Lang Zixuan walked around the altar and found a button in the corner. He stretched out his toes and the altar rotated with a creak and moved two or three meters away. A large hole was exposed on the ground, and a stone staircase was exposed.
come out.
Lang Shuoyang said: "Does a temple need to be so hidden?"
The non-greedy monk said: "Most temples with institutions must have hidden treasures, either jade brocade cassocks or relics and the like!"
Miffel said: "It seems that you are a veteran of treasure hunting. You must be familiar with the mechanisms. Please go first!"
The non-greedy monk put his hands together and said to Lang Shuoyang: "I am willing to follow the master!"
Miffel pushed him away: "Get away. If I see your relic later and take it, get out!" After saying that, he was about to take the lead, but was caught by Lang Shuoyang. Lang Shuoyang said: "Let me do it."
Then he took out the magic light and walked down step by step.
Lang Zixuan said to the non-greedy monk: "Master, let me borrow your sword for a while."
The non-greedy monk handed it over with both hands and said, "Just use it, and just give it back to me after you use it."
Lang Zixuan took it and inserted it hard into the gap left by moving the altar. She inserted the sword into the gap, and the tip had already penetrated into the stone crevice on the ground.
The non-greedy monk asked in surprise: "Female donor, what are you doing?"
Lang Zixuan said: "Block the altar to prevent it from automatically rotating. We will be underground when the time comes. I'm afraid we won't be trapped in it."
Bu Gree shook his head: "This sword is for my self-defense and cannot be damaged!"
As he said that, he reached out to pull it out. The big-headed monk next to him knocked down the Zen staff and hit it on the handle of the sword like a nail. The sword went down another ten centimeters. The big-headed monk said: "If you can pull it out, use it as my Zen staff."
Come and block it!"
The non-greedy monk suppressed his blush but did not pull out his sword. He saw that everyone had already descended the steps. He looked around and saw that the hall was lifeless. He shuddered and hurriedly followed him down the steps.
As soon as we entered the ground, the air conditioner was immediately overwhelming. The ground was already damp and dark, and there were so many evil ghosts hidden inside, so it was naturally cold and cold. Everyone except Lang Shuoyang couldn't help but wrap up their clothes tightly.
Go down the stairs and reach the flat area, which should be the second floor of the inverted tower.
Lang Shuoyang in front had good night eyes and could see things clearly in the dark. When he looked for it on the wall, he found a light switch. He pressed it and it lit up.
Although this floor is not as spacious as the main hall on the first floor, there is nothing except the Buddha statues on the four walls. With six people coming down, it does not seem cramped.
The non-greedy monk followed Miffel, and suddenly his eyes were blurred, and a tall and tall woman appeared next to Miffel. The non-greedy monk was startled and shouted: "Ghost! There is a ghost!"
"As he said that, he recited the Vajra Buddha mantra in his mouth, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm according to the palm of his hand, and was about to hit the female ghost in the back of the heart.
When Miffel saw it, she quickly grabbed his hand and said angrily: "What are you shouting for? This is my sister!"
Qinglin glanced at Miffel gratefully. Although she knew that she was no longer her sister, there was no difference in appearance after all. What's more, she was so nervous about herself at this time that she also had a slight liking for her.
Miffel grabbed Monk Buqi's hand and suddenly felt very slippery, and asked, "What's in the palm of your hand?"