The Monk

Chapter 660: Looking for the Ghost Emperor

Buddha's light can clear away the haze. Twelve hours later, the swastika Buddha seal completely cleared this cold darkness, the gloomy atmosphere dissipated, and there was no more weird feeling.

After Zhang Tianfang took back the swastika gold seal, he said: "I would have known that I wouldn't do it after such a long time." One day and one night is a bit long for him. Zhang Fing didn't say anything, so he took the lead and flew upwards. After reaching the ground, he looked down the well. It was just a little dim and the ghost energy was gone.

Zhang Tianfang came up and asked, "Where are we going now?"

Zhang Ai said: "If you build a blood pool in a very gloomy place and fill it with blood, what can it be used for?"

Only then did Zhang Tianfang realize that the deep dry well under his feet turned out to be a pool of blood, and he said casually: "What can it be used for? Using extremely yin-cold energy to melt blood is of course ghost refining, but I don't know what it is refining. It must be something evil anyway."

"Nonsense, you still need to talk about this?" Zhang Ain said. If a group of evil ghost disciples don't do ghost refining things, is it possible that they can still do good things? I just don't know what it is that I'm practicing, but it looks grand and grand, and it has sixty-four top-level ghost disciples to carefully protect it, so it must be something other than a mortal thing.

Looking around again, this place is like this. Zhang was afraid of flying north, so he called Zhang Tianfang from twenty miles away and talked to him: "The sixteen ghost disciples who escaped are missing here. Use your Dharma to see where they went."

"Do you think I'm a dog-nosed person?" Zhang Tianfang seized the opportunity to argue.

"I knew I couldn't count on you." Zhang Ain said and released two small mice, letting them hide to check the surrounding situation. The three of them waited in place. An hour later, the little mouse came back and took them further north. Soon they saw a mountain of corpses, with more than two thousand mummies piled together, which was very scary.

Zhang was afraid that the three of them would continue to work hard and dig holes to bury the bodies. While digging, Zhang Tianfang spoke: "It has the aura of Buddhist cultivation."

Zhang was afraid to look at him. Regarding the matter of ghosts and monks, no one was as sure as Zhang Tianfang, so he asked: "Where are they?"

Zhang Tianfang tightened his grip and said, "After finishing the work, go over."

The corpses on the ground are all civilians, and there is not a single cultivator. It is not easy to live pitifully, and now it is even impossible to live pitifully.

After a while, they were buried, and the mice were put away and continued northward. This time, Zhang Tianfang led the way and flew thousands of miles away. He saw a hill, a hundred meters high, and two monks sitting on a huge stone platform halfway up the mountain. This was a wonderful method. and Xianglin.

The two monks looked happy when they saw Zhang Ping and the others.

Zhang Wen was very happy to see them, but then he found that the two of them were a little sluggish and looked gloomy. He sent his spiritual consciousness to explore and said in surprise: "Are the two masters injured?"

Miaofa was not polite to him either: "You know you're injured, why don't you come over quickly?"

Zhang Ai laughed, flew to the two of them, took out a handful of pills and asked, "How many people have been killed?" With his advanced cultivation as a Buddhist, both of them could be injured at the same time, and the enemy would definitely suffer a greater blow.

Miaofa took the elixir and gave half to Xiang Lin, and then said: "There is only one Ghost King. That guy is really powerful." After taking the elixir, he continued: "More than three months ago, after killing Yuantong, you Didn't we leave? We were lucky enough to bump into the Ghost King, and then we started fighting. The old guy fought hard with us, so of course we both had to deal with him, but we were both injured. We could have killed him, but there was a ghost. The disciples came, and when we saw it, we would be as stupid as you if we stayed any longer, so we ran away and have been recovering from our injuries until now."

The great monk speaks more and more plainly and straightforwardly, but how come I was the one who left first when we broke up last time? It was obvious that the two monks ran away first and left me to send the ice woman home. Also, why was I so stupid? Zhang was afraid that he was very depressed.

Miao Fa saw Zhang Tianfang following him and asked Zhang Ai: "Did he bring you here?"

Zhang was afraid that he would simply ignore him. The fat monk was not serious and he didn't know who he learned from. But Zhang Tianfang ran over enthusiastically: "I'm awesome, I noticed your weak breath from all the way, so I brought people to save you. If you are injured, you don't have to get up and thank me." He was competing with the fat monk to see who was more shameless. Obviously, the fat monk is more skilled: "Blow again, blow again, what did you discover? It's the Buddha's breath that I released. If I hide the breath, is it up to you? No matter what, they can't find me."

Well, these two people are shameless enough, but they also understand why Zhang Tianfang was able to discover the two of Miao Fa, but he was not aware of it. Zhang was afraid of interrupting the debate between the two shameless people: "How long do the two masters plan to stay here to recuperate?"

"The two of us have only recovered 50% of our strength after more than three months of recuperation. I guess the Ghost King is even worse. Go find him quickly, seize the opportunity to add insult to injury, beat up the drowned dog, and kill him while he's sick. Otherwise, why would I release the Buddha's Breath? I just want to find a master to deal with him." The fat monk was a little excited.

Okay, you win. Zhang Ping finally understood why the fat monk dared to look down on Daxiong Temple. He could say a bunch of wisecracks better than me. He quickly changed the subject and told what happened in the past two days. After hearing this, Miaofa said loudly: "Hurry up and find another Buddhist monk." Brick asked Xianglin, "Can you call for one?"

Xiang Lin spoke very normally, at least like a monk, and said softly: "The poor monk has lived in the wilderness for a long time, practicing hard by himself, and has no contact with anyone. Although there are many disciples of the Three Jewels in the world, the poor monk does not know any of them."

Zhang Ai looked at the two great monks and saw that I had encountered strange people.

Miao Fa disagreed with what Xiang Lin said: "Nonsense, you still know me? I'm not a disciple of the Three Treasures?"

Xiang Lin said seriously: "Senior brother, don't blame me, the poor monk made a mistake."

Zhang was afraid of being depressed and asked Miaofa: "Master, when did you start talking like this?"

"Is it not good? Let's not talk about these useless things first. According to what you said, there is an extremely yin place in the valley. The blood pool should be used to heal the ghost emperor. Otherwise, why would sixty-four top-level ghost disciples guard it day and night and set up a large formation?" Miaofa pointed directly to the problem.

Zhang Pa had also guessed this way. If the blood pool was used to heal the ghost emperor, everything would be easy to explain. It can explain why there are no ghost emperors and high-level ghost disciples in the lake bottom nest.

It can also explain why all the sorcerers in the world tried hard to search for ghost disciples but couldn't find them, but suddenly found them recently. It's because the ghost emperor urgently needs to heal his wounds, so he has to show his presence and set up a formation in the extremely yin place. It wasn't discovered before because it didn't exist before.

It can also explain why the sixty-four top-level ghost disciples dare not leave, because the formation will inevitably be discovered, and they have to guard the ghost emperor at all times.

Master Miaofa continued, "Ghosts practice martial arts to harm people. You must get rid of the Ghost King, otherwise the people will continue to suffer."

Zhang Pa helplessly said, "Who knows where they ran to."

The fat monk got the elixir and learned about the recent situation of the Ghost King. He was afraid that the guy would not die, so he urged, "Go find him quickly."

Zhang Pa was a little speechless. The fat monk was still talking well when he went to Tianlei Mountain last time. How come he has become even poorer than Zhang Tianfang now? Did he hurt his head in the fight? He bowed and said goodbye to the two big monks, and continued to track the Ghost King with Fang Jian.

Facts have proved that if a person deliberately hides, it is too difficult to find him. The three people wandered around in the barbarian land for more than ten days without finding any clues. However, although they did not find the Ghost King, they saw Master Wuwang. In just a dozen days, Wuwang's black hair actually sprouted. Buddhists are more concerned about the cleanliness of monks and will never allow things to happen. It can be seen how anxious he is.

The master was also searching in this area, but the person he was looking for didn't seem to be the Ghost King. At this moment, he was staring at the corpse of a ghost disciple under his feet. After discovering Zhang Pa and the other two, he nodded slightly without saying anything. Zhang Pa and the other two hurried over to meet the master and told him what happened in the valley a few days ago. Wu Wang nodded after hearing it but still didn't say anything.

Zhang Tianfang never kept his words, so he asked, "Master, what are you looking for?"

Wu Wang looked at the corpse and said, "I'm looking for the person who killed this ghost disciple."

Zhang Pa used his spiritual sense to scan it. It was just a corpse. It had been dead for some time. I don't know what the master was staring at. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. It seemed a little familiar. This corpse was very similar to the two corpses killed by Monk Cheng Ji. Although he couldn't tell why, it was very similar. He scanned the corpse again with his spiritual sense, but still didn't find it.

After hesitating for a while, he asked cautiously, "Master, are you looking for Master Cheng Ji?"

Wu Wang's body shook, and he turned his head to look at him: "You know?"

"What do I know?" Zhang Pa was confused.

Wuwang saw that Zhang was not pretending, so he shook his head gently: "Nothing."

What is nothing? Could it be that there is something wrong with Monk Chengji? Is he a bad monk like Monk Yuantong? But that guy said he came from Daxiong Temple. Are there bad monks in Daxiong Temple? It would be better if Bukong was there, so he could ask him.

He was thinking about it, and then he remembered the reluctant look in Monk Chengji's eyes when he left last time they met. What was he reluctant to leave were the three ghost disciples? After this confirmation, his mind suddenly opened up. What does Chengji need the ghost disciples for? In a moment, he thought of a possibility. Will he also practice with people like the ghost disciples? It's just that the target is the ghost disciple.

The divine consciousness swept across the corpse on the ground for the third time, checking the skin inch by inch, and finally knew why he felt that this corpse was different.

After the death of the Yuanying ghost disciple, the Yuanying in the body will escape from the body. This is instinct, so there will be no Yuanshen mark left in the corpse. But there is a slight difference between running out voluntarily and being pulled out by someone. This difference is the reaction of the corpse itself, or the struggle. If the Nascent Soul voluntarily escapes, the body will cooperate; otherwise, it will resist.

The corpse under Master Wuwang's feet showed a slight resistance. Like the two corpses he had seen before, the Nascent Soul was pulled out when the body was not completely dead.

Thinking of this, Zhang Pa shuddered. What did Master Chengji do by pulling out the ghost disciple's Nascent Soul? The Nascent Soul is the Yuanshen. When the cultivation of the cultivator improves, the Yuanshen condenses into a physical entity. It will not be annihilated and scattered like a ghost, and it will be renamed as the Nascent Soul. But this is not important. What is important is that a Buddhist monk committed a crime and forcibly pulled out and plundered the Yuanshen of the demon sect monk. What is the use of it?

Fang Jian was also looking at the corpse, but he had not seen any clues. Zhang Pa reminded him: "Look at the body's reaction." Fang Jian was smarter than him. He woke up a little and immediately understood the problem. He looked up and asked Wuwang: "Master, what happened to the sea of ​​blood last time?"