The exquisite pagoda controls all spirits, locks the sky and the earth to protect all living beings
Songwan was chattering all the way. Fortunately, Qingshuihe Ouyang Jingsong was already accustomed to Songwan's liveliness. He was an eminent monk, and he didn't say much. Whenever Songwan asked anything, he would answer seriously.
Songwan always feels that the ancient Buddha seems to be a little reserved and even respectful towards her. I don’t know why. Is it because of her bloodline?
Song Wan never thought too much about things that she couldn't understand. Seeing the Demon Suppression Tower slowly approaching from a distance, Song Wan fell silent, and the depression in her heart became heavier and heavier.
It turned out that the closer we got to the Demon Suppressing Tower, the more people were active around it. Monks kept coming to pay homage, and there were even Taoists and casual cultivators.
"There are so many people," Song Wan sighed.
Qing Shui also looked at Shi De: "It seems that not many people knew about this place before."
Shide sighed: "I am getting older and older. Since a hundred years ago, my magic power has begun to decline. When I look after the Demon Suppression Tower, I gradually feel that I am not able to do what I want. So I listened to the advice of the people in the temple and put down the Demon Suppression Tower.
When the affairs of the pagoda were made public, I didn’t expect that so many people were willing to come and guard the pagoda on a voluntary basis. There were Buddhists, Taoists, and many casual cultivators who wanted to accumulate public morality.
People have a good heart, so why wouldn't I do it?" Shide's explanation also made Qingshui sigh, as a Taoist really focuses on cultivating his mind.
Everyone strolled to the Demon Suppressing Tower not far away. A monk dressed as a warrior monk came quickly and saluted, "Master"
Monk Shide nodded, "Has anything happened here recently?"
The monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "Everything is normal, but the pressure released by the Demon Suppression Tower is getting bigger and bigger every day, and the spiritual energy is getting less and less. I'm afraid it won't be long before the things inside will break out of the tower." As he said this,
, a trace of worry flashed in the monk's eyes.
"I got it, go and notify all the cultivators guarding the Demon Suppression Tower and leave quickly." Shide said without changing his expression.
"Master, are you planning to take any action?" the monk asked worriedly.
"Don't ask any more questions about this and leave as soon as possible," Shide replied indifferently.
"Yes." After saying that, the monk turned and left.
Soon those cultivators were walking together and disappeared from Songwan's sight in a few breaths. Songwan couldn't help but click her tongue. If this person ran away, wouldn't he disappear in a flash?
Song Wan sighed and continued to move forward with the others.
After walking for more than an hour, just when Song Wan was getting a little impatient, the Demon Suppression Tower finally appeared completely in front of everyone's eyes.
The tower stands majestically, with eighty-one floors. Although it seems to be only a dozen meters high, Songwan knows that this must be a great supernatural power, similar to the Mustard Seed Naxumi. It is unknown how many evil spirits have been suppressed in the one-story pagoda of less than one meter.
, and I don’t know how many living beings I have saved.
The gray-black pagoda body is paved with square bricks when you get closer. The hexagonal pagoda has eighty-one floors. There is a bell hanging on each corner of each floor. The bell is golden, like copper but not copper, like gold but not gold, and the light is overflowing.
Colorful, I don’t know what material it is made of.
Song Wan walked under the Demon Suppressing Tower. Although she felt a little panicked, she also felt a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere permeating the air. This should be the aura emanating from the Demon Suppressing Tower itself.
Arriving at the bottom of the Demon Suppressing Tower, Songwan couldn't help but put her hand on the body of the Demon Suppressing Tower. Qingshui saw Songwan's confused expression and it was too late to stop him. He looked at Shide beside him and heard Shide.
He didn't say anything, just watched silently.
Song Wan felt a warm current enter her body. The Demon Suppression Tower seemed to be connected to her soul. She could see at a glance what was locked, what was there, and what was being done on each of the eighty-one floors.
Some are killing each other, some are meditating and practicing, some form cliques, some are drunk and dreaming, and even bloody killings, everything is scarlet, only the 81st floor is quiet, it is snow-white as far as the eye can see, and there is an ice inside
In this world, the ice sculptures are like works of art.
Seeing this, Song Wan shivered. Those were not ice sculptures, they were clearly living people frozen into ice cubes. Is this the world of the snow demon?
Songwan was wandering in her mind, wanting to see what the legendary snow demon looked like, but she turned around and found nothing but snow, ice or dead people, and she couldn't find any snow demon at all.
After watching for a while, Song Wan, who felt a little cold, quickly retracted her spiritual consciousness that was peeking out. The moment her spiritual consciousness returned, she felt a cold consciousness sweep across her body, but it was only fleeting.
"What did the little donor see?" Shi De asked.
"I saw blood and a sea of blood and corpses. Except for the 81st floor, which is where the snow demon lives, there was an ice field, but I didn't see the snow demon. It held all the people imprisoned on that floor.
The creatures have turned into ice sculptures, which are even more cruel than those bloody killings." Song Wan frowned and replied, the look of compassion between her eyebrows made Shi very satisfied.
"The donor is destined to my Buddhist family, and also to this Demon Suppressing Tower." Shi De smiled calmly.
"The snow demon actually has no substance. It can exist in the state of snow, water, or ice mist. A snowflake or a drop of water may be the incarnation of the snow demon. It is pervasive and ever-changing, and it is difficult to truly eliminate it.
So at that time, Lao Na and fellow Taoist Hanshan decided to seal it." Shide said as he raised his head and glanced at the Demon Suppression Tower.
"At that time, I didn't have enough skills. Although I wanted to destroy it, I still figured out that its doom had not yet come, so we could only seal it to prevent it from causing harm to the world. Amitabha," Shide said compassionately.
The Buddha's name "Amitabha" seemed to resonate with the spiritual energy in the surrounding air. The bells on the tower automatically started to tinkle like naughty children, which was very pleasant to hear.
"This Demon Suppressing Tower has a spirit. The Demon Suppressing Bell made such a sound. It seems that the little donor has been recognized by the Demon Suppressing Tower's weapon spirit and can enter and exit the Demon Suppressing Tower safely." Although Shi De expected that he could enter and exit after the delivery.
Demon Suppressing Tower, but I didn't expect that she would be recognized by the weapon spirit. This is really incredible.
Songwan walked around the Demon Suppressing Tower a few times, muttering something else, but no one heard her clearly. They all heard what she said next: "Such a good treasure, it would be great if I could take it away, but
, What a pity, it’s too big to hold!”
After Song Wan finished speaking, as if to cooperate with her, the Demon Suppression Tower quickly shrank to the height of one person.
"It's still too big. It's taller than me. How can I take it away?" Song Wan's eyes gleamed.
The pagoda seemed to be determined to leave with Song Wan, and it began to shrink again, until it was as high as forty or fifty centimeters.
"Should I hold you in the palm of my hand? It's so ugly. I'm not the King of Tota~" As she said this, Songwan pursed her lips.
The pagoda continued to shrink, and became as big as a bean. It flew up on its own and hung on Songwan's chest.
This turn of events left everyone dumbfounded, including Sheilai, who was good at pinching and calculating. It seemed that his temple-protecting treasure had been abducted, but he seemed to have no choice. It was the weapon spirit that revived and chose its owner.