With the joint efforts of Zhang Bao and other four powerful men, they were finally able to block the pressing hand.
However, after a loud bang, several people all looked ugly, and it was not easy to resist.
Especially the purple-robed Taoist Wu Yongming, who had been injured before, turned pale, with traces of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
The stone sculpture of the dead blessed by resentment was furious when he saw that his attack was actually blocked by everyone.
There was a crackling sound in the surrounding void, similar to the sound of breaking glass.
Two huge statues appeared in front of everyone, as if they were struggling out of thick rubber.
When everyone saw this, they immediately prepared themselves in formation.
Zhang Jiao, who cared about the people of the world, sighed.
"Blessings are boundless in the yellow sky."
"I know that you have suffered unreasonable disasters for five thousand years, so your hearts are miserable, and I am willing to do your best to save you."
"Back off, back off."
As long as they don't threaten Hua Jiu Nan, Xiao Wuxin is the kindest person.
Looking at the two stone sculptures filled with resentment, tears welled up in my eyes.
He put his chubby little hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly.
Although the two huge stone sculptures are condensed with resentment, they have developed a trace of wisdom in these long years.
Of course I can feel the strength and compassion of Zhang Jiao and Wu Xin.
He hesitated for a moment and stopped struggling to come out of the "void".
"Your Majesty, are you willing to help me avenge my dead?! We and that tyrant swear no justice!"
This sentence was almost shouted out.
The huge sound kept echoing on the first floor of the underground palace, causing dust to fall.
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Zhang Jiao realized that something was wrong.
He quickly turned to look at the little monk Wu Xin beside him.
Things turned out exactly as he expected:
Wu Xin, who originally sympathized with the deceased and almost shed tears, suddenly burst out with evil thoughts when he heard the other party's nonsense.
There was no mercy on her pink little face.
The black demon-suppressing sutra turns into strange lines that appear and disappear.
Even the voice is no longer immature, but has turned into the madness of ghosts and Buddhas.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, Namo Amitabha!"
"What did you just say? You and my brother are at odds with each other?!!"
"In that case, I will help you and send you to Avici Hell!!!"
At this point, Wu Xin's figure shimmered and continued to grow, almost turning into a ghost without a face.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, although my brother travels all over the world, he will never enter a filthy place like Abi Hell."
"Wherever you have been, you can naturally be at odds with your brother!"
Zhang Jiao, who had always been indifferent, showed some urgency for the first time. Without any explanation, he raised his hand and gently placed it on Wu Xin's bald head.
"Master feels the same poverty in his heart. Please think about what you said before and never make more mistakes."
Wu Xin was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at Zhang Jiao with his flashing eyes, and then closed them tightly with all his strength.
His body was trembling and he could hardly stand still.
Zhang Bao, who was beside him, saw this and quickly hugged him in his arms.
"Blessings will be immeasurable in the yellow sky. Master, you still need to restrain your evil thoughts."
"My little sir, he is destined to be in trouble. He cannot live without you, Master, as his 'protector' to accompany him!"
With the joint efforts of the two leaders to persuade him, Wu Xin's state finally stabilized.
However, he still impatiently stretched out his hand engraved with demon-suppressing scriptures and patted the two statues.
"Don't drive me crazy, get out!"
With a loud bang, Zhang Bao and the four of them joined forces and the "Bi Gong Tian", who was still at a disadvantage, was swatted back to where it was originally by Wu Xin like a fly.
Everyone watching this scene was shocked.
The two great monks Rong Hui and Pu Neng were even more frightened:
Fortunately, fortunately, the faceless Buddha still had some sense when he came to "borrow" the Demon-Suppressing Sutra thousands of years ago.
Otherwise, if it appeared in its current state, Jinshan Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, would probably have become a ghost country long ago!
Putting away his complicated thoughts, Master Rong Hui put his palms together and said to Zhang Bao.
"Namo Amitabha."
"I wonder if senior has ever found the whereabouts of the noble man?"
Zhang Bao stared at the rusty compass in front of him and frowned.
"Found it, it's down there."
"It's just that the sea of resentment there is wrapped in layers, without any gaps. It's difficult for us to go in and rescue...it's difficult!"
According to Zhang Bao's Taoism, saying it is below certainly does not mean buried deep underground, but on another level.
It's like the existence of the underworld.
Hearing Zhang Baodu's words, Master Rong Hui and others all looked solemn.
Although they are all powerful, compared to Zhang Bao, the deputy leader of the great religion, there is still a big gap in their conduct.
After thinking for a moment, Master Rong Hui smiled apologetically.
"Namo Amitabha, the young monk is obsessed."
"With Master Zhang Jiao Zhang and Faceless Buddha here, they will definitely be able to lead us deep into the underground palace."
Hearing others mention him, Xiao Wuxin smiled timidly, and then quickly lowered his head.
Zhang Jiao remained calm: "Fellow Taoists, don't be anxious, reinforcements will naturally arrive later."