The small hall was filled with bright yellow futons, but no one sat on them. They all stood and talked and communicated with each other, their eyes vaguely scanning the newly entered souls and the bald baby sitting motionless.
The bald baby girl knocked on the wooden fish and said, "Everyone, please find a place to sit down and listen to the little monk reciting sutras to you."
The young monk above lowered his eyes and chanted sutras, while the people below exchanged glances.
When they entered the ghost town for an appointment, there were only three hours left before dawn, so they couldn't keep listening to him read. But they were afraid of his strange power and chaotic methods, so they couldn't be too presumptuous.
Finally, someone couldn't hold it any longer and said, "Master, out of compassion, a monk can tell me how to leave this place!"
The tone was quite respectful.
One person took the lead, and the others asked questions one after another. Even the ghosts who were sitting there became restless and looked at everyone frequently.
The young monk had no choice but to stop and said, "Listen to me and leave after I finish reading the sutra."
"How long will it take to wait?"
"The young monk doesn't know."
"What should I do?"
"Would you like to go outside and take a look? Maybe there is another way out."
The young monk ignored the noise below and just sighed, "Young monk has to recite it again. All donors, please listen carefully."
"Nawu. Drink Luo Tana. Do Luo Ye..."
There was great compassion in his voice, as if he wanted to arouse people's viciousness, and then pull it out bit by bit. Even the black-faced man who made the most noise slowly calmed down and knelt down on the futon.
This time the chanting was more special than the first time. Zhan Changfeng could not stop his voice from ringing even if he closed his ears.
This sound goes straight into the soul.
The Great Compassion Curse?
Zhan Changfeng circulates his mind, mobilizes his soul power to block the sea of consciousness, and keeps his mind calmly.
When everyone was immersed in the great light, a ghost suddenly stood up, bowed to the young monk, and disappeared into little golden light.
The people who noticed this scene were shocked, finally realized something, and fled out the door in a hurry.
The second man also wanted to escape, but as soon as he reached the door, he saw the first man surrounded by ghost cultivators. In an instant, he was torn into pieces, and his soul was dragged out and eaten.
How dare you move!
Sun Xingyi pushed Gao Song next to him, "We have to find a way quickly!"
Gao Song turned to look at him, leaving two lines of clear tears, "I have killed too many people in my life and committed countless sins. It's time to turn around."
Sun Xingyi was shocked, "What are you going to do!"
Gao Song clasped his hands together, his eyes calm and almost pity, "I will take refuge in my Buddha."
Sun Xingyi really felt that this Sanskrit text was particularly calming and could purify the anger in his heart. But when he saw that the wandering soul was purified, he was afraid that he would also give up martial arts and become a Buddhist. He did not expect that he would be afraid of anything. Even the dignified leader of the Yanbei Flying Sword Martial Arts Alliance was worried.
Converted!
He didn't want to hear it, but he couldn't stop the Buddha's voice from entering his heart.
"Little friend, little friend," Sun Xingyi ran to Zhan Changfeng's side, "What should we do?"
At the same time, he was also observing Zhan Changfeng, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was just like the first time he saw her.
"Senior Sun, there are so many strange things out there. The Great Compassion Mantra can save people, but if you don't save yourself, who can save you? Just keep your obsession with martial arts."
"Then what should we do next?" Sun Xingyi was ashamed. What happened today was unbelievable. He had no way of making up his mind. He could only place his hope on the child in front of him. After all, people from Zangyunjian had more knowledge.
"I don't know. Let's listen to him finish reading it for now."
Sun Xingyi had no better way, "This is the only way."
Over there, He Yuntian's eyes flashed. He didn't even have the acquired perfection, and his state of mind was not high, let alone Gao Song, who had been born with it for a long time. He thought about the longing in his heart over and over again, his consciousness couldn't stop being dizzy, and the sound of the Buddha became even louder.
vast.
At this time, a force of power came from his wrist and went straight into his soul to disperse the Buddha's voice. He Yuntian suddenly came back to his senses, his whole body was refreshed, and he smiled in the sea of consciousness: "Thank you, beautiful master."
It was also at that moment that the young monk and Zhan Changfeng looked up at him together. They noticed that the two people had the same gaze, looked at each other again, and then moved away.
I don’t know what the young monk discovered, but Zhan Changfeng was particularly sensitive to the power of the soul after practicing the Nine Transformations Art of Rebirth, so when he sensed a trace of abnormal soul fluctuations, he instinctively looked over.
This He Yuntian is not very simple.
Zhan Changfeng marked the name in his mind, put aside his thoughts, and continued to stick to his heart.
After the sutra was finally read, the young monk said, "You can go."
As a result, a group of people stayed firmly, "We are willing to serve my Buddha here and join the Buddhist path from now on."
"That's good, that's good." The young monk's eyebrows were calm, "There is no limit to the sea of suffering. It's good if you can look away."
Zhan Changfeng realized that the Buddha's voice had not dissipated, but was condensed on the surface of his body, looking like a shining golden light. He instantly understood where the little monk meant leaving.
He walked out of the hall immediately.
Sun Xingyi and He Yuntian followed closely behind, but there was no sign of her outside.
He Yuntian's mind suddenly moved, could it be possible to find an opportunity to find that small bottle?
The transformation of the underworld water is of great use to the beautiful master. The beautiful master has been so kind to him, so he should repay him in return.
"Master Beauty, can you sense the direction she went?"
"No, the rules here are too restrictive."
I want to ask where the transformed underworld water is. Do I need a spell to track it? Do I need a small bottle?
Anyway, Zhan Changfeng was not needed. She directly transformed into an earth spirit and dragged a ghost cultivator into an alley. When the ghost cultivator saw her eyes, he was so frightened that he didn't even resist.
Oh my god, newborn ghosts have no sinful karma. Even if they become ghost cultivators, they are divided into good and evil realms. Although they are hungry ghosts here, they are all little ghost cultivators. They haven't taken human lives yet. How many people will she have to kill?
How can you become so popular?!
"Fellow Taoist, please forgive me, I am just a young monk!"
"Do you know how to transform into underworld water?"
"I know, I know!"
"Where to go, how to get there, all at once."
The unfortunate ghost made a grimace and said, "It's in the Central Lotus Courtyard. As for how to get there, I've never been out of this street and I don't know."
"That's it?" The black jade finger on Zhan Changfeng's hand has begun to deprive him of his pure yin power.
"At Mao hour today, the Central Lotus Courtyard will be opened according to the right time and place!" The unlucky ghost cultivator screamed, "The entrance is on the site of Incense Road! All ghosts and human cultivators who come in by chance can enter!"
His last sentence saved his life, otherwise Zhan Changfeng would not have been able to kill someone and silence him. She let go and turned into a human body again, and the golden light suppressed by the coldness regained its color.
The so-called incense path should be the place where the "good man" stopped just now. Zhan Changfeng walked into the fog along the memory, and suddenly touched a barrier. The golden light became stronger and stronger, taking her into it, and in the blink of an eye she appeared in a
Lively street.
The golden light dissipated and ceased to exist. The young monk was quite honest.
The sky here is full of light, and every ghost cultivator is peaceful and has an aura that makes people approachable.
Zhan Changfeng glanced casually to see what they were buying and selling.
Mortal things such as fruits, vegetables, and clothes are impossible to appear, so only the magical treasures suitable for ghost cultivation are left...well, besides the magical treasures, there are also magical treasures.
Ghost cultivators don’t need other external objects.
Zhan Changfeng saw people running around carrying several bags, looking very happy, just like a mortal going to a shop to pick up some bargains.
"Buy, buy, buy, I want them all!" A certain monk threw a package on the counter, opened it and saw that they were all ingots and candles.
"Yeah, you don't have a lot of faith in these sacrifices. I'll only give you three in exchange."
"No, don't lie to me, just let me exchange for four."
Even though they are so happy to buy it, in fact they have no need at all. How can humans use the things that ghosts cultivate?
But they can pawn the things here with the pawnshop in exchange for the command arrows. The pawnshop has a relationship with Zangyunjian, so it should be Zangyunjian who is purchasing ghost weapons.