The black and white courtyard seems to be full of ominousness and weirdness!
The gloomy atmosphere lingers in the ruins of this old house.
It was bone-chilling, making the blood and bone marrow feel a little coagulated.
The great monk clasped his palms together and sat cross-legged among the desolate ruins of the courtyard.
Threads of golden light are constantly being nurtured in the great monk's breathing.
"bear?"
A murmur seemed far away, yet close, up and down.
It’s elusive and nowhere to be grasped!
"Brothers, why do you have to bear five lives?"
"You...what do you mean by that?"
Those ghostly thoughts suddenly sent out strong vibrations.
In a short time, air waves were set off one after another in the area that was several feet away.
These air waves, intertwined and crisscrossed, blew the great monk, who was wearing a hundred-fold robe, hunting and screaming.
This enlightened monk has magical powers and is a top figure in Buddhism.
This is the great virtue of an eminent monk who can reach nirvana without any residue and realize the freedom of Buddhahood with just a hair's breadth.
A body of Buddha Dharma, not to mention penetrating heaven and earth, is rare today and rare in the world.
This is the first time that a monster dares to criticize his actions in front of his face.
However, the great monk Liao Tong boasted that he could tolerate a large belly, but he was somewhat unreasonable, so he did not care about these ghosts.
"The poor monk understands,"
He was unhurried and unhurried, every word and every sentence seemed like the peaks of Mount Tai, extremely heavy and unprepared.
"Tianwei, the supervising monk of Daci'an Temple,"
Great Ci'an Temple!
Looking at the world, the thirteen continents, even among the Buddhist and Taoist cultivators, may not even be considered a huge thing.
But, what if it was only in the land of Yizhou, thousands of miles of fertile land.
Daci'an Temple still has some reputation.
These reputations are the spiritual foundation accumulated by Ci'an Temple through hard work over generations and hundreds of years.
Although this has some meaning, it means using force to suppress ghosts.
But Monk Liaotong couldn't think of it at this time.
Back then, Wang Qier, in order to seize Fang Laoliu's position of integrity, acted very decisively and ruthlessly.
These ghosts are the sacrifices for Wang Qier to ascend to the position of righteousness.
It is also Fang Laoliu, the land tiger who has been entrenched in Shanghe Village and has been a loyal supporter for decades.
Logically speaking, these ghosts should, after experiencing the 'first seven', disintegrate and disappear from the world forever.
However, no one knows now that after experiencing such a major change, in just a few months, the climate has become what it is today.
As the saying goes, every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner.
If it weren't for Wang Qi'er at this time, his destiny would be light red, and he would be blessed by some innate aura.
Let ordinary ghosts be sneaky and not dare to invade close bodies.
I'm afraid Wang Qi'er's body is already cold at this time!
However, after hearing the great monk’s self-reported name.
This sneaky figure seemed to ponder for a moment before saying to himself:
"Is it from Daci'an Temple?"
This sneaky person was just a village man in his former life. Although he had some unknown encounters, he acquired extremely strong magical power.
However, time is still short after all, and some common sense about the spiritual practice world, especially the common sense about the local spiritual practice community in Yizhou, is only half-understood.
What's more, Jinping Mansion and Jingyuan Mansion are eight hundred miles apart, but there is Changqing Mansion in the middle.
This makes a man who has only known how to roll around in the mountains all his life.
How do you know the prestige of Daci'an Temple, which is thousands of miles away?
It's just that even if this sneaky figure doesn't know it, there are other sneaky figures who know the roots of Daci'an Temple.
As soon as the ghost energy stirred, a few ghostly thoughts were immediately separated, transmitting all kinds of information about Da Ci'an Temple to the leader of the ghost.
Then, he suddenly smiled and said: "Oh, it turns out that the thief from Jinping Mansion has arrived."
"Hoo ho ho, what, is it possible that your Ci'an Temple's claws want to reach out to Jingyuan Mansion?"
It seemed as if he was mocking the great monk for not knowing his own abilities.
"Hahahaha..."
This ghost laughs strangely and cries, just like the chirping of gold and gold, which is harsh and sharp.
The gloomy energy slowly gathered.
The ghost energy is like clouds and smoke, but it is black and red energy that merges together, becomes dense and lingering, and lingers for a long time.
At this time, within the black smoke and clouds, there was a looming shadow.
The appearance of the phantom is blurry. He is dressed like a country man, with his hands on his waist and a strange smile.
In the gloomy atmosphere, four big men with pale faces and ragged clothes were following behind this man.
Green ghost flames flashed between the pupils from time to time, showing the identities of these men.
Although these ghosts have just entered the ghost realm, their aura is not half as strong as that of some old ghosts.
You know, this magical power of condensing ghost energy, forging a ghost body, and manifesting itself during the day seems to be inconspicuous.
But in fact, it is the biggest threshold on the road of ghost cultivation, a dividing line that distinguishes the strong and weak ghost cultivators.
Generally speaking, even century-old ghosts cannot cultivate their ghost bodies and manifest themselves in the daytime without special opportunities.
It is precisely because this ghost body is rare.
Therefore, once the ghost body is refined, there will be a major leap in the combat power of ghost cultivators.
Just like among the Qigong practitioners, the [High Gong] first-level Taoist has magical powers that can be used at the drop of a hat and done with a wave of the hand.
The ghost cultivator can have a ghost body, which can even resist the blood and masculinity of the warrior, thereby interfering with the world of the sun.
This is the qualitative difference!
‘How can this evildoer be so powerful?”
"I'm afraid that once you have reached the level of evil ghost, you will not be far away from the path of the ghost king!'
The great monk was secretly frightened and his face became serious.
Although the path of ghosts is not as noble and noble as the path of immortals, it is not as prestigious as the path of gods.
However, there is no distinction between high and low in the Three Thousand Avenues, there is no upper or lower!
Just like the ghost road, as long as you reach the end.
Its ultimate achievement may not be even half inferior to other paths of cultivation.
The path of ghosts is the same as that of human Qi practitioners, and they both have four realms.
There are several realms: ghost, fierce ghost, evil ghost, and ghost king.
It corresponds to the realms of those who practice Taoism and practice Qi, such as mage, alchemist, high-level master, and real person.
Often, an evil ghost who refines his ghost body and appears in the daytime can bring about cholera, causing great harm to every township and village and causing far-reaching disasters.
There are even some evil ghosts who have been here for a long time and have powerful ghost skills. They can interfere with the spirit and matter. They can kill people and disappear without a trace, which is extremely terrifying.
Even a real person from the Taoist sect or an eminent Buddhist monk would not ignore an evil ghost that can appear during the day.
As the saying goes, a hundred thousand banners can kill Yama. An evil ghost often does not exist alone. There will definitely be dozens and hundreds of ghost soldiers under his command.
As long as there is a turmoil, in front of hundreds of organized ghost soldiers.
Every village and every township is basically like a piece of paper and is vulnerable to attack.
As for the ghost king above, the threat level increases by dozens or hundreds of times.
In the pre-Song Dynasty, there was a precedent of a ghost king conquering a palace and slaughtering hundreds of thousands of people, which should not be underestimated.
This kind of scene will appear frequently every time the world is in trouble and the country's important weapons are being changed.
This has been the case since the beginning of history, for six thousand years!
Knowing that the great monk Tong Tong was broad-minded and fat, he was not angry, but rather calmly said: "Amitabha, my Buddha has great compassion."
"No, it's life, old age, death and sickness; no, it's movement and disaster; no, it's rich and poor, far and near..."
"I, the Buddha, have no discriminating mind and no discriminating thoughts."
"Donor, why do you use geographical distinctions and distinctions between near and far to block my Buddhist door and my vast good karma?"
The big man suddenly shouted angrily: "The thief is bald,"
"Let your tongue bloom like a lotus flower, and let the flowers fall from the sky, I will give him a life for a life!"
"...A life for a life!"
The scarlet pupils, wrapped in a cluster of green ghost flames, became deeper and darker.
The words were fierce and the tone was decisive, clearly leaving no room for maneuver.
Even if they are destroyed by ashes, Wang Qier must save his life.
The power and strength of one evil ghost and four fierce ghosts are quite impressive in the Jingyuan Prefecture.
The great monk Lingtong sighed quietly and said: "The poor monk tried hard to persuade me, but you have repeatedly humiliated me. But...how can you..."
"...No matter how good your words are, you can't persuade me, you damn devil!"
boom!!!
The ghost energy suddenly went into chaos, and the leading evil spirit took action first when the great monk had just finished speaking.
I saw ghostly energy surrounding him after he turned his palm out.
A pale, cold, winding bone claw shot downwards.
Each of the five fingers of the bone claw collapsed and fell like a beam, screaming and screaming.
A coldness gradually appeared on the man's pale face.
"White Bone Divine Claw..."
This magical power of ghosts is what a man can rely on to reach the realm of evil spirits.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
Golden awns circled around, and white bones fell into the golden awns. In no time, golden awns appeared, and white bones collapsed.
Master Tong, the great monk, pinched the Vajra Fearless Seal and let out a lion's roar inside and outside: "It's stubborn and won't work!!"
Hundreds of Dharma robes, vigorous agitation, and one hundred and eight Dharma beads, following the Vajra Fearless Seal, surrounded the great monk.
"You guys don't realize the good intentions of this poor monk, but you still try to obstruct them in every possible way."
"If you insist on having your own way, you should be killed!" the great monk said solemnly.
I saw one hundred and eight Buddhist beads surrounding Tong Zhouza, turning into a round light, protecting the great monk Tong in the middle.
Each of these one hundred and eight magic beads has traces of golden light twining around it.
If you look carefully, you will find that the surface of each Buddhist bead is slightly carved with the appearance of an Arhat.
One hundred and eight Buddhist beads are one hundred and eight Arhat images.
Each one has a different look and expression.
Either lying down, sitting, lying down, or standing, you name it!