Chapter 310

The three Meishan brothers stopped their steps.

This place, only Liu Niang knew.

The aura on the opponent's body was very strange and powerful.

The yin-evil formed black smoke, the wind whistled, rolling up fallen leaves, and in the surrounding woods, ghost fires also flickered vaguely.

Could it be a master sent by the Ghost Sect?

"Who are you? Where is Liu Niang?"

Although they were a bit anxious, the eldest of the three brothers still asked with a face full of vigilance.

This Confucian scholar was naturally the demonic energy that had just escaped.

His body twisted unnaturally, his neck slowly tilted again, his eyes blinked with white membranes, and he spoke in a strange tone: "Liu Niang is already dead. You three, did you get the item?"

Looking at the opponent's appearance, the three Meishan brothers all felt a chill down their backs, and a sense of coldness rose in their hearts.

They came from the Meishan Dharma Sect; although it was an unknown, down-and-out small sect, they had followed their master since childhood to seal mountains and catch demons, overturn altars and destroy temples, and catch and release ghost soldiers, so they had seen many evil things.

The thing before their eyes was definitely not human!

"Who exactly are you?"

The three brothers' hair stood on end, and they all reached for the hilts of their swords at their waists.

And the scholar possessed by the demonic energy was clearly a bit impatient; he walked forward two steps on tiptoe, his voice hoarse:

"Who I am, you don't need to know. You only need to know that if you want your master to return to life, even Zhao Changsheng has to beg me for help!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three brothers were stunned.

They joined the Ghost Sect, were driven by others, and did errands that could cost them their heads at any time, just to let their master return to life.

Only Zhao Changsheng and Liu Niang knew about this.

What exactly was this thing before their eyes?

Although they were suspicious in their hearts, they did not dare to ask more.

The eldest of the three brothers hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "This lord, we designed an ambush to attack Po Liuhan Baling, but the opponent ran away, only leaving behind one arm."

"An old sorceress from the Heavenly Saint Sect is setting up an altar and using magic spells to search, but there is no news for the time being..."

"A bunch of trash!"

The "scholar" heard this, and his face immediately turned ugly.

However, just as he was about to continue scolding, he suddenly raised his head, looked toward the direction of Xingfu Temple, and let out a sharp, low roar.

This sound was a bit like a rooster, and also similar to some kind of wild beast.

Whoosh~

In an instant, the surrounding yin wind blew violently.

They saw ghost fires drifting over in dense numbers in the forest, and thick fog rose on the distant mountains, rolling down rapidly, with indistinct figures inside, seeming to have many people with their heads hanging low.

This scene made the three brothers' scalps tingle.

They knew that mountain was the mass grave of Wuchang City; they didn't know what method this thing before their eyes used, but it could actually command the lonely ghosts and wild spirits on the mountain.

The wild wind was still whistling, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

And in the mouth of that "Confucian scholar," there were still high and low whistling sounds, and he was dancing and jumping in a strange dance.

The yin energy on the ground, wrapped in countless ghost fires, rose up, actually forming a canopy in the sky, a bit like the canopy of an emperor on an inspection tour.

Not only that, the three brothers also heard some strange sounds, seeming to be countless monks chanting scriptures, blown over by the night wind.

"I don't have time!"

The scholar possessed by the demonic energy looked at the sky and said to the three people in a deep voice: "That Red Mohe must be obtained; I will pass on a method to you all, take the item as quickly as possible, and send it to the Barbarian King's Tomb..."

Saying this, he muttered a long string of secret formulas.

The three brothers didn't know what had happened, but they hurriedly nodded and remembered them.

At the same time, the surrounding Buddhist sounds also became clearer, seeming to be countless monks standing in the air, constantly chanting scriptures toward them.

And the ghost fires drifting in the air were also disappearing in patches.

Finally, the scholar let out a strange low roar, his body stiffened, he suddenly raised his head, and sprayed a large amount of black smoke from his mouth, forming a smoke column in the air, dancing up and down like a long snake, and quickly disappeared into the night sky...

Plop!

The scholar fell to the ground, his body already devoid of life.

Afterwards, everything around returned to calm.

The three brothers looked at each other, all feeling at a loss.

"Eldest brother, this... what exactly happened?"

"This person should be an old ghost of the Ghost Sect; daring to call Zhao Changsheng by his name, his status should not be low."

"Let's go, just do as he instructed."

"Eldest brother, will they really help us?"

"At this point, is there any other choice..."

The three people left quickly and disappeared into the dense forest...

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Eastern foot of Hongshan, Xingfu Temple.

In front of the Shadowless Pagoda, the Zen sect's ritual became more intense.

Most of the monks were already swaying, their faces pale, sweat dripping, seeming to have consumed great energy, but they were still striking the wooden fish and constantly chanting scriptures.

And Li Yan also opened his eyes, his eyes revealing horror.

This was his first time seeing such a large-scale Buddhist ritual; although he didn't know the name, there were already fifty or sixty participants, so the power was naturally not small.

Amidst the grand chanting of scriptures, he could smell a sandalwood scent rising and condensing above the Shadowless Pagoda.

Vaguely distinguishing the outline, it was actually the appearance of a Wisdom King.

Just then, Master Tongxuan, who was presiding over the ritual, suddenly raised his head, his drooping ears trembling slightly, his white hair and beard fluttering.

"Evil obstacle, show yourself!"

With a low shout, he suddenly grabbed the alms bowl in front of him toward the sky, while his other hand continuously performed three types of mudras.

This was the secret three mudras of the Buddhist sect, namely the "Mudra of Impermanence of All Formations, Mudra of Non-Self of All Dharmas, and Mudra of Nirvana and Stillness," which are the true secret methods of the Buddhist sect.

Om! Om! Om!

Every time the mudra changed, the alms bowl vibrated with a humming sound.

Li Yan could clearly feel an innate rigid baleful energy rushing into the sky from above the Shadowless Pagoda.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his expression became serious.

He did not expect that this kind-looking old monk would have such profound Buddhist teachings; he could not distinguish the opponent's cultivation level at all.

But it must have already exceeded the third floor.

Immediately, Li Yan's expression changed, and he stood up.

The hook-token in his hand was already trembling slightly.

At the same time, the surrounding wind blew violently, and a sharp, beast-like roar came from the night sky; a strand of black smoke came from afar, rolling up and down, and then directly submerged into the Shadowless Pagoda.

Clatter!

The pagoda body also vibrated along with it, and dust kept falling.

Master Tongxuan's expression changed, and he picked up a yellow silk scripture scroll in front of him, chanting the Six-Syllable Mantra, "Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Finally, he flicked it casually.

The silk scripture scroll was clearly some kind of Buddhist ritual implement, and it immediately whistled out and stuck to the top of the Shadowless Pagoda.

This pagoda also became quiet along with it.

However, there was no joy on Master Tongxuan's face; instead, his expression was solemn: "This demon is extraordinary, I'm afraid the Shadowless Pagoda won't be able to hold on for long."

He naturally knew about the matter of the "Immortal Repository of Longevity."

There are some things in heaven and earth that cannot be destroyed without special means, so they can only be suppressed.

Like this kind of ancient demon god, even the netherworld can only suppress it; they naturally cannot suppress and kill it, but a strand of demonic energy was so fierce that it truly exceeded his expectations.

As soon as the words fell, the monks present all had their expressions change greatly.

They saw that the yellow silk scripture scroll that had just been stuck on top of the Shadowless Pagoda began to scorch and turn black, and then ignited with flames with a whoosh. The entire pagoda body also vibrated with a humming sound again.

And Li Yan at this time could not afford to talk nonsense; he took the hook-token and leaped out, simultaneously shouting angrily: "Everyone, turn your heads back!"

The monks had all been informed in advance, so they naturally did not hesitate, all turning their heads back with their backs to the pagoda, closing their eyes.

Even Master Tongxuan was no exception.

Compared to ordinary people, they knew better that there were some taboos in heaven and earth; some things are best not seen.

And Li Yan also arrived before the stone door of the pagoda, clutching the hook-token, pinching the magic seal, and simultaneously shouting in a low voice: "Heaven has discipline, earth has order, the netherworld detains souls, mortals avoid!"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding wind blew violently.

With him as the center, a deep darkness spread rapidly outward; in the blink of an eye, it wrapped around the entire Shadowless Pagoda.

At the same time, Li Yan also closed his eyes.

Yin and yang are separated; some things are best not seen; the "Netherworld Code" explains this taboo very clearly.

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There was once a living nether-official who was too curious; when summoning ghost soldiers, he stubbornly used the yin-yang eye ability, wanting to see clearly what the ghost soldiers looked like.

As a result, when the ghost soldiers left, they took him along the way...

And now, it was not just ghost soldiers.

Ordinary ghost soldiers could not do the job of suppressing and capturing demonic energy, so those who appeared were all netherworld divine generals.

A more powerful existence.

Of course, even if Li Yan closed his eyes, he could still feel that cold, terrifying smell and the sound of armor rubbing.

Clatter!

The sound of the soul-hooking rope surged, everywhere in the darkness, accompanied by shrill, crazy roars.

This sound made Li Yan feel annoyed and want to vomit; his head buzzed, and he felt light-headed, almost falling down.

No wonder the netherworld would send divine generals.

They could not deal with this kind of thing at all; perhaps they could drive it away by relying on numbers, but they could not suppress and kill it, and it would definitely result in heavy casualties.

Not long after, this darkness dissipated rapidly.

The pagoda body stopped vibrating, and the pungent, fishy, and rotten smell of the demonic energy also disappeared.

"Amitabha."

Master Tongxuan put his hands together and shook his head slightly, "Chengjue, take people to open the pagoda door, be careful."

"Yes, Master Uncle."

Chengjue nodded upon hearing this, flicked the prayer beads in his hand, wrapped them around his arm, pinched the mudra of fearlessness, and went forward with several fellow disciples, working together to open the pagoda door with a rumble.

Li Yan also guarded carefully, following behind and entering.

Borrowing the torch in the monk's hand, he looked up.

He saw that this Shadowless Pagoda had four stories, with the center suspended, standing with a gilded standing statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, and wooden stairs leading upward.

And below, there was also a small underground palace.

The suppressed objects were all placed inside, right under the feet of the standing statue of Sakyamuni Buddha.

Several monks carried out the idol of the demon god Ran Tong.

This idol was originally carved from a sturdy type of wood, wrapped in some kind of metal, and was pitch black all over, which was very strange.

And now, the entire idol was twisted, with a large hole broken from the center, as if something had been grabbed out from inside.

This idol also used the organ-filling method, but what was placed inside was layers of human skulls, looking very much like some kind of human sacrifice.

At this moment, the wood had decayed, and including the skulls inside, they had all become a kind of gray-white texture; a light touch would make them shatter like powder.

Everyone saw this and breathed a sigh of relief.

This demon god idol had completely become a pile of trash, without the slightest spiritual charm, and could no longer cause trouble.

After carrying the idol out, the monks checked it one after another.

Master Tongxuan also nodded and said: "It seems the demonic energy has been removed; Chengjue, take people to burn this object and chant scriptures to dispel the evil energy."

"Yes, Master Uncle."

Chengjue hurriedly took people to carry the idol away.

Master Tongxuan then turned his head to look at Li Yan, smiling slightly: "Patron Li, fortunately, you found this demon, otherwise something big would definitely have happened this time."

Li Yan's expression remained solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "We only suppressed one strand of demonic energy; there are four others hidden somewhere in the Shenzhou, and sooner or later they will stir up trouble."

"Also, there must be evil people lurking outside Wuchang City; they have that batch of gunpowder and definitely won't be reconciled to failure."

Master Tongxuan nodded slightly and looked toward the direction of Wuchang City, "When the Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, the Heavenly Demon Papiyas led the demonesses and demon army to harass him. It can be seen that when all things in the world change, there is no lack of tribulations."

"Now that the human path is changing and the Shenzhou is in turmoil, there are both monsters and demons appearing, and there are also people like Patron Li who have come into the world to eliminate demons and defend the path."

"Rest assured, you are not walking alone in this Shenzhou."

"I will personally write to the Mystic Priest about the matter of the demon god Ran Tong, so that they will attach importance to this matter; no matter how deep he hides, he will eventually show his flaws."

"As for those evil people outside the city, the Commandant's Office and the Law Enforcement Hall will continue to pursue them without relaxing their vigilance."

"As for you, little patron, having helped us time and again, my Botong Zen Temple will naturally show some appreciation; you can come to the Great Hall in two days, and I will give you an opportunity."

Li Yan became interested upon hearing this, "Master is too polite, I wonder what kind of opportunity it is?"

Master Tongxuan smiled: "You will know when the time comes."

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Although this old monk was being mysterious, making Li Yan more and more curious, he could afford to wait for two days.

After finishing these things, it was already past midnight.

Li Yan always felt a bit restrained in this Botong Zen Temple, so he simply said goodbye and rode his horse straight toward Yuquan Temple.

The two temples were both outside Wuchang City and were not far apart.

At this moment, the light rain had stopped, the sky was filled with stars, and Li Yan galloped on the official road, arriving outside Yuquan Temple in less than half an hour.

Not only were there guardian monks from Botong Zen Temple here, but the Jinzhou Chamber of Commerce had also sent many experts, so Li Yan was relatively at ease.

Entering the temple, Sha Lifei and the others were still busy.

The birthday of Guan Sheng Di Jun was getting closer and closer, and they were busy day and night; several ritual implements had already begun to take shape.

Li Yan took a few looks, did not disturb them anymore, and under the arrangement of the Jinzhou Chamber of Commerce steward, stayed in the same room as last time.

As soon as he got on the bed, he couldn't wait to take out the hook-token.

The reward for capturing a nether-criminal is a "Gang-Order," which can summon ghost soldiers.

And suppressing demonic energy will reward a "Divine Gang" of the netherworld.

Li Yan didn't say a word, sat cross-legged on the bed, held the hook-token, and swallowed and absorbed this Divine Gang.

The small cracks on the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen from this period of time all disappeared.

At the same time, the length of the soul-hooking rope increased again, directly reaching more than three meters long.

This is the wonderful use of the Divine Gang, which can simultaneously repair the Dharma body and enhance supernatural powers.

A trace of joy appeared on Li Yan's face.

The soul-hooking rope can be considered one of his trump cards; now, not only has its length increased, but its destructive power is also increasing.

Ordinary protective talismans probably can no longer resist it.

Besides this, he also entrusted Master Lu to use the earth dragon bone and the remaining metallic spiritual materials to forge several soul-breaking flying knives.

This is a secret method recorded in the booklet given by Liu Gang; one can use the soul-hooking rope to control the flying knives; within a range of three meters, one can break a soul with one knife, and one can also retract the flying knives.

Cooperating with the Lei Gang martial arts, he has nothing to fear in medium and short distances.

Even if surrounded by experts of the same level, he can still handle it with ease...

Second update at twelve o'clock

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