World of Immortals

In the ancient times, the sword of Zhu Xian, which was once brilliant and mighty enough to shake the heavens and earth, broke the seal from the hell, which is enough to show the horror and mystery here.

Xiao Chen and Niu Ren didn't speak for a long time, and there were many things that people at their level could not understand. But it is precisely because they are full of mystery that they hope to become stronger, hope that one day they can reach that field and be promoted to that realm.

Across the desolate blood-colored land, Xiao Chen and the others had already walked in the dark underworld for fifteen days. According to King Chujiang, they should be approaching Jiuyou Terrace soon.

They were flying like lightning along the way, Xiao Chen wished to rush there immediately to find out what was going on with Ke Ke.

By the sixteenth day, Xiao Chen and the others had already traveled hundreds of thousands of miles. Although they hadn't found the so-called Jiuyou Terrace yet, they knew that they were approaching infinitely.

And at this moment, faint chanting came to their ears, as if there was an eminent monk chanting sutras in the northwest, and a wave of sacred thoughts was slightly rippling in hell.

In this dark underworld, the power of the sacred attribute is very obvious and special, so Xiao Chen and the others sensed it immediately.

"Go, let's go and have a look." Niu Ren was not a peaceful master by nature, he drove the Black Dragon King and Xiao Chen to the northwest together.

After traveling for dozens of miles, a brilliant golden light came, and the front was bright, as if the day had come to hell. It is there that the sound of chanting and praying comes from.

A piece of ancient temple, flowing with the gorgeous brilliance like morning glow, the whole piece of ancient temple seems to be plated with a layer of golden brilliance, and the endless Buddha power is rippling out from there.

"Hell Ancient Temple!" The fat man said thoughtfully, "Isn't the Ksitigarbha King sitting there?"

Xiao Chen and the others didn't really get close, they stood on a brown stone mountain and watched from a distance of more than 20 miles.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

An abrupt voice sounded on the rocky mountain, and sounded behind Xiao Chen and the others. Before that, they didn't have any sense.

"clang"

The holy sword hidden in the back of the Black Dragon King was unsheathed in an instant, and the holy light enveloped them.

Xiao Chen and Niu Ren turned around and looked back, and saw a skinny old monk standing in front of the cliff behind him, with long snow-white eyebrows hanging from the corners of his eyes to the sides of his cheeks, dry and yellow skin, emaciated body, standing there quietly like a piece of bamboo, clasped his hands, and chanted the Buddha's name.

The gray monk's robe on his body seemed to have not been washed for hundreds of years. It was extremely dirty and covered with traces of time. A broken cassock had long lost its original shape, covering his body like a fishing net.

In this gloomy hell, anyone would be shocked to see an old monk suddenly. The moment Xiao Chen and Niu Ren saw it, the first thing they thought of was whether the old monk was a human or a ghost.

"Are you a real monk, or a ghost monk?" Niu Ren was on guard carefully.

"The poor monk has been dead for more than 200 years. He was an ascetic monk back then, and now he lives temporarily in the Ksitigarbha Temple."

"Ascetic monk? Did you practice asceticism in the Ksitigarbha Temple?" Niu Ren asked in surprise.

"Ksitigarbha hasn't shown his real body for thousands of years, and there are countless evil spirits and big demons in hell. As a result, many ancient temples have been occupied by demons. The poor monk had to wander around and hid in the ancient temple built by Ksitigarbha himself." The old monk pointed to the sacred and bright place in front of him, and said: "It is the last piece of Buddha land in hell, and all other ancient temples in other places have become demon caves. Yes, because several peerless monsters in the world of Yang entered the hell with their bodies. Would you be willing to return to the ancient temple with me?"

"No, no, thank you, we won't go." Niu Ren hurriedly waved his hands, and went to the old lair with a ghost monk, even if he was beaten to death.

The old monk smiled and said, "You don't need to be afraid. I'm not a ghost. I'm just a monk soul who is devoted to Buddha. The Ksitigarbha Temple is not full of ghost monks. There are also two living old monks from the lineage of Ksitigarbha."

"No, no, no, we still have something urgent to do, so I really don't want to bother you." Niu Ren said that he didn't want to go.

"Okay, the poor monk won't force it. But there is one thing I would like to ask. Could you ask the three benefactors to donate a few drops of Zhenyang's blood. The vicious souls in hell are too violent. Recently, the ancient temples here are almost unable to hold on."

"This...Okay." Niu Ren and Xiao Chen looked at each other, and agreed helplessly. This old ghost monk seems to be unfathomable, if he wants to murder them, there is no need to spend so much trouble.

In fact, what the old monk wanted was mainly the blood of the Dragon King. After storing a few drops in a jade bottle, he recited the Buddha's name to express his gratitude.

In the end, he once again made a serious and sincere invitation: "When the poor monk was not physically dead, he practiced great prophecy skills. Although he couldn't completely predict what would happen in the future, he had a sense of it. I feel that there will be a treasure unearthed in the Ksitigarbha King Temple, which is related to several benefactors. Therefore, I have repeatedly invited you to repay the kindness of the few who donated the blood of Zhenyang."

Even the sacred ancient temple is now full of ghost monks. The little fat man Niu Ren really didn't want to go, but Xiao Chen decided to go after a little thought.

As soon as he approached the radiant, sacred and peaceful temple, Xiao Chen knew that the old monk was not lying, because the shroud, flintstone, and two stone legs trembled together. This can't help but make him look at the old monk with admiration. This old monk might have had extraordinary Buddha power during his lifetime. You must know that the magical power of prophecy is the most mysterious.

Xiao Chen was very restless, and dug out two mysterious stone legs one after another. Could it be that there is another discovery this time?

Although it is an ancient temple in the underworld, the Zen singing is magnificent and the Buddha's voice is loud. Although most of them are ghost monks, even if they have turned into ghosts, they still maintain the power of Buddha. In a sense, they are no longer yin spirits, but should be a kind of spirit body with pure Buddha power.

Seeing them entering the temple, many old monks didn't talk much. They still sat cross-legged in the ancient temple and chanted scriptures loudly. Although they were ghost monks, they were more Buddha-like than many so-called "successful" people in the world. This has to be said to be a kind of irony.

Trembling slightly, the Suiren Drill left Xiao Chen's body, and flew towards the most ruined ancient temples without a sound.

"Boom"

Not long after, a trembling sound came out, several ancient temples collapsed, the flintman drill flew back, Xiao Chen took it in his hand, and was shocked to find that there was an extra stone arm more than half the length of a finger.

Many ghost monks came after hearing the sound, and even two old monks flew over.

"Who destroyed the ancient temple built by the Ksitigarbha himself?" The two old monks had skinny bodies, and they were the only remaining two arhats in the lineage of the Ksitigarbha.

The ghost monk who brought Xiao Chen and the others came forward and sent out a slight mental fluctuation, explaining everything.

Sharp rays of light shot out from the eyes of the two old monks, staring at the stone arm in Xiao Chen's hand, their expressions appeared extremely complicated.

One of them trembled and said: "There are rumors that the merciful and wise Ksitigarbha King was once confused. He once muttered to himself, 'Nine parts of a stone man are one body, and three parts fall into hell'. Other than that, no one knows its origin. As for this arm, it is said that the Ksitigarbha King worshiped it and sealed it as a holy object in the foundation of the ancient temple. The sword fell into the hell, and happened to land on the stone man's body, and finally sighed, but failed to pull out the Zhuxian sword."

Hearing such news, Xiao Chen couldn't calm down. What kind of origin does the seemingly ordinary stone man have? Suddenly, he had a whim, and couldn't help but ask: "Could the stone man be the body of the ancestor god Suiren?"

Although the stone man is very small, the supernatural powers of the ancestor gods are unimaginable. It is not impossible to become like this after death and petrification. What's more, it was recovered by the flint drill, which is also a stone tool, and the shroud also has a sensory effect.

The ghost monk who brought Xiao Chen and the others was extraordinary during his lifetime. He had cultivated the supernatural power of prophecy. If there were no accidents, such a person would be able to become a Buddha. For some reason, he died and fell into hell. He shook his head and said: "Absolutely not. When the stone man was nine minutes old, the ancestor god Suirenshi hadn't happened yet. I could get some clues from an unknown ancient scripture. When I was in Yangjian, I got a fragment of an ancient scripture. It was not a Buddhist scripture. Only the last few pages were left. There were some very vague records. The long stone implement in the hands of the donor is very similar to a stone implement mentioned in the ancient scriptures."

Hearing these words, everyone was surprised. In addition to being surprised, the two flesh-body old monks from the Ksitigarbha lineage also paid homage to this ghost monk from the underworld. At this moment, they could already see that he was very unusual.

Xiao Chen was extremely shocked. He originally thought that the Suiren Drill was a sacred object when the ancestor god Suirenshi obtained Taoism, but he did not expect that it was obtained by Suirenshi by chance. From this point of view, this stone man seems to be really not simple! Give people infinite reverie...

"Buddhism pays attention to destiny. Since you got it, he deserves to be born." The two flesh-body old monks from the Ksitigarbha lineage did not make things difficult for Xiao Chen and the others.

Under the guidance of the ghost monk, Xiao Chen and the others finally arrived at Jiuyou Terrace three days later, and they could already see a huge black shadow like a mountain from a distance.

And during these three days, Xiao Chen was surprised to find that the remnant body of the stone man hidden among his internal organs had undergone astonishing changes. The lower limbs composed of two stone legs no longer stood upright, but sat down cross-legged. And between the legs and the left arm there is a faint brilliance connected. Guanghua fabricated the other parts of the remnant body. Except for the legs and left arm which are real, the other parts of a light figure are blurred. He (she) sat quietly cross-legged in Xiao Chen's chest, as if he was practicing silently.

There is no incongruity, but it seems to be integrated with Xiao Chen, so natural and harmonious. What made Xiao Chen even more unbelievable was that the flintman's drill, which was helpless even the golden divine halberd and the black iron seal, shrank to the size of a fingernail, and appeared in the left palm of the stone man of the same size, with the palm facing the sky, holding it quietly.

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In addition, by the way, (not included in the number of paid words) I feel that the influence of online novels is too great, and Hong Huangliu online novels are actually regarded as real myths by some book friends, which makes me dizzy. If you think that way, this book is definitely in conflict with those.

Furthermore, in Fengshenyanyi, Tongtian, Yuanyuan, and Laozi are undoubtedly super bosses, but that is just a Ming Dynasty novel, and some book lovers even regard it as an outline of Chinese mythology. Made me feel out of temper. My book is very "miscellaneous", with people from different departments appearing, such as the golden ancients, historical celebrities, real mythical figures, etc., there will be Yao Shunyu, there will be martial sages Sun Wu, there will be Zhuang Zhou fighting Mozi, etc. There are too many possibilities... You make me have to set the highest and ultimate boss according to a novel Fengshen Yanyi, how is this possible.