Chapter 48

At Lin Jing's request, Elder Mo saw that they could indeed easily resist the intimidation, so he also had the idea of taking them to the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

That Buddhist cultivator had vast divine powers, and the Buddhist light he left behind had always been an important opportunity for disciples of the four sects to strengthen their minds.

If Lin Jing and the others could obtain it at the Qi Refining stage, it would have extraordinary benefits for their future Foundation Establishment.

"Follow me. Because our Beast-Taming Sect's cultivation method is special, and because the second-generation sect master had a friendly relationship with that Buddhist cultivator, in this Demon-Suppressing Tower, beast-path cultivators can resist the intimidation together with their contracted beasts and obtain the Buddhist light strengthening together."

"At that time, you use the illusion to resist the might of the demons and take care of it, and you can both obtain the opportunity!"

Elder Mo waved his large hand and swept Lin Jing and the others toward the Clear Pool Peak of the Beast-Taming Sect. During this time, Lin Jing muttered in his heart that, sure enough, everything was about connections. Disciples of other sects all trained alone, but disciples of the Beast-Taming Sect could do it with their beasts. This... was very good!

The Demon-Suppressing Tower was called a tower, but the entrance was a clear pool, which was very hidden.

This history was not recorded, perhaps because they were worried that someone would want to release the demons.

"Who goes there?"

In the clear pool, not beyond Lin Jing's expectations, the tower guard was also not a human, but a Demon King.

It emerged from the pool water, and Elder Mo had to bow deeply when he saw the other party: "Greetings, Ancestor."

"You."

"Ancestor, I want to send a disciple to train inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower."

"Lin Jing, this is one of the sect's guardian ancestors, Senior Wang Batian." The sect ancestor guarding the Buddhist tower was actually a huge land tortoise.

Lin Jing immediately bowed.

"A Qi Refining child?" This sect ancestor took a look at Lin Jing and the Pine-Leaf Rat and cast an impatient look at Elder Mo: "You want to turn them into fools?"

"When they are scared to the point of mental collapse, pissing their pants, and having their souls scattered by the demon intimidation, see what you do!"

"Ancestor... you have been guarding here and do not know. Lin Jing is the new generation of heaven's pride of our Beast-Taming Sect. He was even chosen by the Cave Heaven before. Naturally, he has enough confidence to plan to enter the Demon-Suppressing Tower to train at the Qi Refining stage," Elder Mo explained.

"Forget it, as long as you think there's no problem." This ancestor closed its eyes, not wanting to worry too much. As the spirit beast of the second-generation sect master, it had already outlived three sect masters, and being next to the Buddhist tower, it was already very Buddhist-like.

Seeing that the sect ancestor agreed, Elder Mo looked at Lin Jing and the others and said, "I forgot to tell you, the Demon-Suppressing Tower is not entered with the real body, and all real objects cannot be brought into the tower. Cultivators with too high a realm cannot enter either. This is because they are worried that demons will enter the tower and destroy the seal inside."

"What you are about to enter is the manifestation of magic power, spirit, soul, and intent, similar to soul out-of-body," Elder Mo said. "Your various magic treasures cannot be used inside, but the spells you have mastered can still be used."

"I think this should be enough, right?"

Hearing that his red leaves and bombs could not be brought in, the Pine-Leaf Rat was startled, but Lin Jing nodded and said, "It's enough."

As long as "Thousand Changes and Myriad Illusions" could still be used, he could resist the demon intimidation.

"After you are ready, leave a mark on this stele."

This sect ancestor did things according to the rules: "Leaving a mental mark is, firstly, so that I can pay attention to your progress at any time, and secondly, if the mark flashes, it means your state is not good, and I will immediately call your consciousness back into your body to avoid getting lost in the Demon-Suppressing Tower."

Outside the entrance of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, there was an ancient stele divided into nine levels. Lin Jing stepped forward and pressed his palm on it, and the stele immediately branded a blurry image of a small squirrel.

"The interior of the Demon-Suppressing Tower is connected to the four sects. If you encounter disciples of other sects inside, do not cause conflict."

The sect ancestor gave another instruction and then helped open the entrance to the Demon-Suppressing Tower. The entrance was inside the clear pool, with constant ripples, looking like the reflection of a black Buddhist tower.

"Go! You!"

Before Lin Jing and the others could react, their consciousness blurred, as if they were drowning, crossing the boundary between life and death. When Lin Jing and the Pine-Leaf Rat opened their eyes again, they were already in front of a gate, surrounded by black pool water.

On the huge gate were carved complex runes and patterns. These ancient symbols flickered with a faint blue light in the dim light, mysterious and profound.

"Is this the interior of the Demon-Suppressing Tower?" Lin Jing wanted to take out the mechanism bamboo spear from his storage bag, but discovered that the storage bag had indeed turned into an ordinary bag, and the suspended gourd could not be communicated with either.

Seeing this, the Pine-Leaf Rat sighed. It was one thing not to be allowed to use it when practicing in the cave dwelling, but now that they were at the Demon-Suppressing Tower, it still sealed its storage bag. This life was unbearable.

It poked Lin Jing, asking Lin Jing to transform into that big Buddha before entering, so it would feel more secure.

"Transforming into the Buddha requires too many special effects and wastes too much true qi," Lin Jing said. "It's enough to turn into a more ordinary Buddhist cultivator."

After saying that, he slowly outlined a familiar image from his memory with illusionary Dao true qi.

The Buddhist cultivator wore a luxurious kasaya of red and yellow, a bright yellow monk's hat on his head, held a golden Zen staff in one hand, and held a purple-gold alms bowl in the other. He had white eyebrows and a white beard, was unsmiling, had a solemn expression, and a gloomy face.

"Amitabha, this poor monk is Fahai," Lin Jing said to the Pine-Leaf Rat, leaving the Pine-Leaf Rat confused, not understanding why Lin Jing's head was filled with such strange images.

"Let's go." Lin Jing held the Zen staff, the alms bowl, and the Buddhist beads, and pushed open the tower door.

He had wanted to transform into Tang Seng, but that guy was always destined to be captured by demons and couldn't resist the demon might at all; even Lin Jing himself didn't have confidence.

The essence of the illusionary Dao is that you must first convince yourself.

This old guy Fahai had a knack for exterminating demons, so it was him!

As soon as the gate was pushed open, a demon wind blew out. The might comparable to a Foundation Establishment demon was almost materialized, hitting Lin Jing and the Pine-Leaf Rat like a storm.

However, for this level of intimidation, let alone Lin Jing who had the protection of the illusionary Dao, even the Pine-Leaf Rat, after such a long time of tempering, could completely resist it with its will.

The two of them faced the demon wind and entered step by step. The demon power leaking from the surrounding walls condensed like ink, quickly forming a terrifying snake head in mid-air, revealing sharp fangs and hissing.

Accompanied by the hissing, countless water flows on the ground turned into poisonous snakes, crawling onto Lin Jing's body. The Pine-Leaf Rat, standing on Lin Jing's shoulder, although firm in will and knowing that these were all illusions caused by the momentum that made people's spirits waver, now had no flying leaves in its hands and had already begun to feel its scalp tingle.

It crawled from the shoulder... to the higher bald head.

"Petty tricks." Lin Jing ignored the poisonous snakes crawling on his body and walked straight toward the innermost part. It wasn't that he wasn't afraid of these poisonous snakes, but that he couldn't see these illusions at all. At this moment, he was that conservative high monk, with boundless magic power. In the illusionary realm constructed by Lin Jing himself, these demon power intimidations were not enough to affect his spirit, make him have illusions, let alone cause mental trauma.

Seeing that the Pine-Leaf Rat was affected, Lin Jing snorted coldly, "Demon!" The surrounding sea split and the mountains collapsed, and the demon power was dispersed by his magic momentum. Only then did the poisonous snakes in front of the Pine-Leaf Rat disappear.

At the same time, deep at the bottom of the tower, a huge demon shadow roared: "Damn Buddhist aura, a bald donkey has come! Damn it! Damn it! I really want to eat him! No! No! This person is a member of the Buddhist sect, and his magic power is also very profound. He must have a way to undo the seal of the Buddhist tower. I must find a way to let him help me get out!" The demon, which had been sealed for a long time, was dizzy and was also deceived by Lin Jing's illusion.