Seeing this in this gated building, Yang Yu almost laughed out loud.
Less than half a day after he entered the town to seal the tower, the Ape King came to the door. The Gushan Immortal Palace was already full, waiting for him to come.
Even the most stupid person can see the ulterior motives of these people, let alone him.
From a soldier in a border town to the leader of a country, even if Yang Yu is not good at political tactics, it does not mean that he is not familiar with them.
Therefore, he would naturally not sit down according to the wishes of these people.
call!
The Immortal Palace suddenly became silent. Everyone in the hall was glaring, but the faces of the four people on the high platform were calm.
"Ha~"
On the far right, the middle-aged man whom the old ape called the White Tiger Master suddenly laughed:
"Precarious prisoners? This is accurate! Aren't we just a group of prisoners who are at the mercy of others?"
He was chuckling, but there was no smile in his voice. Instead, there was a great coldness that filled the entire Immortal Palace:
"But, does the prisoner's goodwill have to be so abused?"
"bona fide?"
Yang Yu sneered.
As a human being and martial artist, the impact of the thinness of his spiritual energy on him is far less significant than that of other masters of magical powers.
His perception was still very keen, and the malice of most of the prisoners inside and outside the hall, except for the old ape, was almost undisguised.
"Is it really kind?"
Woohoo~
In the turbulent mist, there seemed to be ghosts looming in it, watching eagerly.
The bodies of the Jiu Yao Lords in the main hall were also shimmering with magic power, while the standing Shidu prisoners slowly retreated.
The invisible but cold breath made the Ape King's forehead break out with sweat.
"True Lord..."
"That's good, that's good."
The old ape seemed to have something to say, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the monk wearing cassocks.
He put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name softly, and said:
"What Nanling's benefactor said is absolutely right. Our group of prisoners really don't have any good intentions. In fact, we were waiting for your arrival a few days ago."
"Um?!"
True Lord White Tiger's face darkened, and the expressions of all the prisoners in the hall also changed, with many of the monks even smiling bitterly.
"Yama!"
The old man on the left couldn't help but frown.
"Monks don't lie!"
The monk named ‘Yama’ responded softly:
"Sufferings in the world are mostly caused by words. If everyone kept the precepts, refrained from lying, and were more sincere, how could they have such suffering in their lives?"
This old monk...
Yang Prison also frowned slightly.
Most of the prisoners in the Zhenfeng Building do not have magic weapons with them and cannot resist the prying eyes of Tongyou.
However, due to the level of supernatural power, he could not spy on the fate of dozens of people in the hall at this time.
The four eight-pole giants on the high platform should naturally be among them. However, the fate of this old monk has not been revealed.
[The Lord of the Eight Extremes of Buddhism, Yan Motian]
Yan Motian?
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.
Since receiving Yang Ni's request, he has become quite interested in the information about Buddhism in this world.
Buddhism in the Longquan world is extremely ancient, and its origins can even be traced back to the resurrection of the spiritual tide millions of years ago.
According to legend, a long time ago, a son of an Orion accidentally entered a mysterious realm and discovered the inheritance of ancient Buddhism. Since then, Buddhism has existed.
Over the long years, Buddhism either flourished or perished. It was not until 70,000 years ago that a man entered the Buddha's path from Taoism, broke through the limitations and became emperor, and passed down the Nirvana tradition, and the foundation of Buddhism was laid.
The 'Great Emperor Cihang' developed the wonderful realm of mystical skills, passed down various enlightenment diagrams that reached the eight extremes, and was once in charge of all living beings in Longquan.
Yan Motian is one of the twenty-four directions of enlightenment handed down by him...
"Yama!"
True Lord White Tiger's eyelids drooped, and a low roar came from his chest and abdomen.
"Nonsense, no need to say more."
At this time, the elegant "Shishou" just spoke. He tapped the back of the chair, his eyes suppressed True Lord White Tiger, and then looked at Monk Yama:
"When you say it, say it."
"Good!"
Monk Yama smiled and bowed, then walked back to the steps:
"Everyone here, no matter what sect they belong to outside, whether they are monsters or humans, but here, they only have the identity of prisoners.
Naturally, there is only one thing you want..."
"go out!"
"go out!"
Yama's voice paused slightly, but all the prisoners in the hall couldn't help but roar or howl.
The huge intersection of sound waves was like rolling thunder, and even this lonely mountain was shaking.
"Okay, let's go out."
Yama nodded.
"so what?"
It is not difficult to guess that the prisoner wants to escape. Yang Prison is a little curious:
"The Immortal Killing Sword hangs high in the sky, and outside it is the formation formed by Wanshi Jinzhong's Qianshan Mountains. How do you want to get out? How can you resist the Taoist priests of Tianzong?"
Regarding Zhenfeng Tower, when he met with Taoist Tianzong, the latter mentioned it.
From the time Emperor Wanshi opened this place to now, in the long years of tens of thousands of years, almost no one has left alive.
No matter Jiuyao or Baji.
In fact, Yang Yu couldn't think of a way to break the situation at this time.
Not to mention that this formation was so tight that there was almost no loopholes. Even if he did avoid being killed by the Zhuxian Sword, he was lucky enough to escape from the formation.
How can these prisoners who are far from the peak compete with the number one person in the world who is in charge of Xuantian Lingbao?
"Taoist Tianzong..."
When Prisoner Yang said this name, the noise in the hall disappeared again, and the anger and anger of all the prisoners seemed to be extinguished.
"In this world, there is no unbreakable formation, no magical power, no spiritual treasure that cannot be restrained, and no invincible person!"
Yama lowered his eyes and responded:
"Everything is a matter of luck. Ups and downs are natural laws. It's time for the Zhenfeng Tower to be destroyed!"
"How to break it?"
Yang Yu could sense the determination in the monk's heart and became more and more curious.
Only when you really come into contact with the Taoist of Tianzong can you know how important he is to be number one in the world.
"No great thing can be accomplished because it is not kept secret!"
Yan Mo was about to answer, when the old man sitting on the left spoke again. He glanced coldly at the two people on the stage, and his eyes fell on Yang Yu:
"What Yama said shows our sincerity. Fellow Taoist, do we also need to show some sincerity?"
When the old Taoist opened his mouth, Yama shut himself up, clasped his hands together, and lowered his eyebrows.
Shishou and True Lord White Tiger on the stage also looked at it, and the other prisoners in the main hall also looked cold and solemn.
When he didn't get an answer, Yang Yu didn't feel regretful. He just looked at several people and asked:
"What kind of sincerity do you want?"
The old Taoist looked towards the corner:
"Prince Yuan."
The old ape took off his hood again and slowly stepped forward. After bowing slightly, he looked at Yang Prison:
"Since fellow Taoist disciples know about the Seven Apes in the Haunted World, I think they also have some understanding of my magical powers."
Without waiting for Yang Yu's reply, the old ape spoke very quickly:
"I have the ability to distinguish between right and wrong, know good and bad luck, and predict misfortunes and blessings...and in my fellow Taoist, there is an opportunity for us to get rid of the cage and feel free!"