The middle-aged man came to the city, glanced at the city gate, and then rushed in with a white shadow on his body.
After the middle-aged man entered, he quickly disappeared. The ghost soldiers patrolling the city did not seem to notice him.
"He's in!"
"Can Master go in?"
The warriors all speculated that the reason why the first old man died might be because he was too old, but the second man clearly entered the ghost town without much hindrance.
Seeing someone go in, the master who had been watching could no longer hold himself back.
One after another, figures walked out of the crowd and rushed into the ancient city without saying a word. These people are masters, and they have been hiding until now. They are too scheming. After living for so many years, they naturally understand that the more ancient relics are, the less they can be used as
Pathfinders. Although they can get good things by walking in front, the risk of death is too great. They would rather be slow.
Now, it's time to go in!
One by one, the masters released their true energy, resisted the surrounding ghost energy, and entered the divine city one after another. None of these masters pushed open the city gate, probably because they didn't want to make unnecessary trouble!
"Let me go, when did the Kunlong Mountains have so many masters?"
"It seems that all the four-star and five-star sects are dispatched."
"The master has gone in, let's rush in too, follow the master, maybe we can sneak in."
"Damn it, let's fight!"
Some warriors could not hold back, and hundreds of people suddenly rushed towards the ancient city, violent internal energy rising into the sky, as if intending to disperse the ghost energy.
The warriors were like a wave, moving forward quickly. Their courage was commendable, but they were looking for death! Many of them fell to the ground after just walking a hundred steps. The people who persisted the longest only walked three hundred steps away from the city gate.
Still a hundred steps away!
A city gate blocked the footsteps of thousands of warriors.
If the ghost energy is not eliminated or weakened, the martial arts madman will not even be qualified to enter! Only the master can enter.
At this moment, the elders of the Four Star Sect entered the ancient city one after another. They were all afraid that they would be late and not get any good things.
Zhang Yifeng and Jue Yuan still stood there without making any move. Jue Yuan had gone in once, so he naturally knew the dangers inside. Although Zhang Yifeng had not gone in, he also knew that in these places, not whoever entered first would get good things.
Even if you don't try to get rid of some of these ghostly auras, it will be a dead end if you go in! This is why Zhang Yifeng did not go in at the first time.
At this time, there are still warriors who are not afraid of death and plan to follow the master with the intention of sneaking in, but the final result is still a dead end.
Even if you are a master, you have to go all out when entering. Naturally, you will not use extra energy to protect others.
"Amitabha, I am merciful. Please don't give up your death in vain. The resentment here is so deep that the souls of the dead cannot escape. You are just committing suicide by numbing the impact."
At this moment, a sigh came.
Everyone turned around and saw that the person speaking was a monk. The Buddhist monk had a skinny face, as if he had experienced countless hardships.
Seeing this monk, Zhang Yifeng and Jue Yuan's pupils shrank for a while. Although the monk did not release his breath, the Buddha nature in him made everyone present feel much calmer.
"This eminent monk, do you have any way to weaken the ghost energy?"
A warrior asked.
"Amitabha, I am the only one who can't do anything. But don't worry, donor. As long as the people in the Buddha know about the news of the ghost town, they will come. When the time comes, we will open a golden avenue and you will still be able to pass through."
"Holy shit, really? Are you so good?"
"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
"When will the other eminent monks arrive?"
"It's coming soon, it's coming soon, I will arrive if I have the chance."
The skinny Buddhist clasped his hands together, faced the ancient city, sat cross-legged, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures. It seemed that he was reciting the mantra of rebirth.
Every time he recited a sentence, a golden and simple Buddhist character would come out of his mouth.
Speaking out Buddhist maxims, this monk is at least a master! Only a master can shape the true energy.
Soon, dense Buddhist words appeared in the sky, rushing into the scope of the ghost energy.
There was a crackling sound of explosions. The Buddha's words came into contact with the ghost energy, and explosions actually occurred, as if water and fire were incompatible.
At this moment, the skinny monk's whole body released golden light, like the reincarnation of Buddha.
Seeing this scene, the warriors present wanted to kneel down and worship.
Most of the monks are people who are seeking fame and reputation. The word eminent monk has been tainted by the world of mortals. Almost all eminent monks in the secular world are fake. But the eminent monk in front of you is a real eminent monk. This rebirth mantra
, it is not something that ordinary people can remember. It requires great perseverance and great patience.
"Is this monk from the hidden sect?"
Zhang Yifeng asked Jue Yuan.
Jue Yuan looked at the other person and said calmly: "It's not like that. His Buddhist Dharma is similar to mine. The people from the Yin Sect probably haven't arrived yet. Just keep waiting. Only when the eminent monks from the Yin Sect arrive can the ghost energy be dispelled."
Zhang Yifeng nodded and said no more, just quietly watching the eminent monk recite the mantra of rebirth.
Although this eminent monk has some strength, his manpower is meager after all. Facing the eternal resentment and murderous intent of the entire ancient city, his little ability is not enough. It is just a drop in the bucket and cannot save the fire at all.
"It's useless..."
"There was no wave at all."
The warriors originally had hope, but then they were all disappointed.
"Don't worry, everyone. Although this eminent monk can't help us with anything, if other eminent monks arrive, we might be able to get in."
A warrior spoke, and he saw hope in the eminent monk.
"Are you so sure that a monk will come?"
"Don't Buddhists always say that if I don't go to hell, who will? They are clearing away demonic obstacles and saving the common people!"
"That seems to be the case, then let's wait for other eminent monks to arrive. Just in time, let the master who goes in first help us clear the way."
The warriors meditated on the spot one after another. Although they were anxious to get in, they had no choice but to place their hopes on the powerful monk.
The warriors waited for two days. In the past two days, many masters entered, and even Zhang Yifeng saw Luo Badao. Luo Yanlan and Luo Ziyi did not come, so they should know that the divine city is dangerous.
In two days, many monks did come.
A full thousand people.
Zhang Yifeng sighed a little, Lingyue Continent also has Buddhism, it seems that Buddhism has many believers no matter where it is.
In Lingyue Continent, no one dares to underestimate Buddhism.
Because Buddhists are the most unfathomable type of people. A little bald donkey today may suddenly become a Buddha and possess great power tomorrow.
Buddha is a kind of Tao.
Zhang Yifeng believes more and more that Lingyue Continent and the earth are indeed connected. Because from the perspective of Buddha nature, the two places are the same.
"Brothers, the resentment in the ancient city is very deep, and it must be saved through Buddhism. Although I am humble in Buddhism, I still want to be a ferryman. I would like to ask everyone to join me in reciting the Great Qing Mantra."
The voice of the skinny monk came.
A thousand people gathered and he finally took action.