Chapter 356

The samsara travelers looked at the place where Qian Chen stood. The red building ghost courtyard turned into a flower building under the moonlight. One side was gloomy with ghost aura, and the other side was moving with moonlight. In a flash, their minds were blank, and then countless thoughts surged up?

"When did he appear here?"

"Who is this person?"

"Did this person set a trap to lure us here?"

"Is it an enemy or a friend?"

These questions had no answers for a while, but they heard the owner of the red building scream: "Who are you, when did you mix in? Why can you plot against me?"

"Plot against?" Qian Chen laughed: "How can the matter of subduing demons and eliminating monsters be called plotting against?"

A cherry blossom tree quietly bloomed behind him, countless petals fell. At this moment, everyone realized something was wrong.

The samsara traveler surnamed Zhou recalled carefully, and his hair instantly stood on end. In his memory, when they stepped into the red building courtyard, it was clearly a withered tree.

And the moment he saw Qian Chen and Seeing Yan Shu, the two were drinking and eating by themselves.

After the ghost building appeared, the position of Qian Chen had never changed from beginning to end, as if everyone had intentionally or unintentionally ignored that place.

The owner of the red building was even more surprised and angry. It found that in its body, silently and silently, there were many decorations that were not there. Those candlesticks, those dancing girls in Hu clothes, those furnishings, and that cherry blossom tree that was not in season at all but was ignored by everyone.

She couldn't even remember when Qian Chen and the others appeared in the building.

These all showed that they had long been caught in Qian Chen's illusions.

The owner of the red building let out a heart-piercing scream, making the samsara travelers hold their heads tightly in pain.

As the samsara travelers recalled more and more things, they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on their backs.

"So bizarre and unpredictable, are they ghosts, or are you ghosts!" A thought flashed through Madam Tong's heart.

"One thought arises, like true and like illusion, not false and not true!"

Chan Master Master Fa Xin pressed his palms together and praised: "Such means are close to the Great Freedom Heavenly Being. No wonder when this poor monk saw that flower tree, I felt that a withered heart was quietly budding. It turns out that all this was the donor's one thought, and this poor monk's heart moved because of it."

Qian Chen laughed: "Just a little illusion means! This owner of the red building is caught in my illusion, and now it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. This cherry blossom tree does not wither, so it cannot take action again. Monk, if you don't take action to subdue demons now, when will you?"

Qian Chen sat down leaning against the desk, waved his sleeves, and a seven-stringed ancient zither appeared silently on the desk.

Master Fa Xin pressed his hands together, then flipped his palms. In the center of his palms, a sun wheel emerged. The two sun wheels were held flat in front of him, like two small round shields, with Sanskrit characters flowing on them. Among them, six characters were the most conspicuous, like flames rising, and round like pearls.

These six Sanskrit seed characters are—Om, Mani, Padme, Hum!

The six-character mantra echoed in the red building, the sound like thunder, shaking the whole ghost building trembling.

Master Fa Xin went all out, and a sarira bone emerged on his brow. The owner of the red building was not surprised. Master Fa Xin's strength when taking action was already no less than any Core Formation True Person.

Master Fa Xin's six-character mantra swept toward the owner of the red building trapped by Qian Chen. Thunder Zen chanting, countless mantras overlapped, like a Gatling rotation in an instant, da da da da, echoing in the red building.

The owner of the red building in red clothes looked up and wailed, being forcibly saved, in great pain.

Wherever the Buddha sound passed...

The giant black scorpion that crawled out of the ground hissed, turned around and wanted to crawl back underground.

The samsara travelers hurriedly stepped forward to intercept, but how could Seeing Yan Shu let them snatch the reward points delivered to his mouth? He slashed the demon tiger and led the sword back. A sword light sent back, gathering countless sword auras, vast and mighty, like the Milky Way falling into the building.

The sword aura turned, not hurting this red building in the slightest.

But it saw countless red silks in the building torn to pieces, the sword light dazzling, illuminating everything. It didn't even stir up a trace of wind, slashed down, and the scorpion demon was captured by an invisible sword intent, not even having time to turn its thoughts.

It saw a sword light slash in front of its eyes.

Immediately, the scorpion demon's thought never rose again, its soul dissipated. The sword aura stimulated each other, even leaving many sword marks on the cherry blossoms outside the window.

The old white-haired ape suddenly made a human voice, sighing: "Good sword art, good sword aura! The human race is worthy of being the origin of the sword path. Under one sword, this old man feels a bit inferior."

A bat demon flew over from afar, making a human voice and saying: "Ape Duke, we have been plotted against by the human race! What time is it, you still have the heart to praise the enemy's sword path?"

Seeing Yan Shu saw the bat demon flying across the sky, and the sword aura that had not yet converged slashed out.

The old white-haired ape pointed with the bamboo pole, just smashing half of the sword aura that broke through the air, but was intercepted by the swordsman Luo Sen waving his long knife.

Behind the red building, a pipa string moved, countless messy miscellaneous sounds brought up rolling demon aura, suppressing the six-character mantra. The ghost sound was like hundreds of millions of needles, stabbing toward everyone's sea of consciousness.

Qian Chen plucked the zither strings, the hoarse zither sound was like the autumn wind blowing through the bamboo forest, instantly suppressing this pipa ghost sound again.

Pipa ghost sound, red building ghost courtyard, were all suppressed by Qian Chen alone...

In the pitch-black alley outside the red building, countless harsh Sanskrit sounds suddenly rang out. A team of foreign monks carried human-skin scripture banners, covered with messy, twisted Sanskrit characters, coming toward the red building.

The ghost sound pipa sound gradually became messy and high-pitched, like countless fierce ghosts roaring and wailing.

The pipa sound shuttled in the building, the harsh sound overflowing with ghost aura. Following this magic sound disturbing the ears, all kinds of Yin demon hallucinations, the five aggregates burning like demons and monsters, fell into people's hearts. As long as you hear this magic sound, you will lose yourself and fall into the Avici Demon Path, difficult to transcend.

A long dragging knife sound came from behind the crowd.

The long knife dragged on the ground, colliding from time to time to make a metallic clanging sound. In the ghost sound of the night, it was even more harsh.

Countless whispers also rang out in various places in the red building, as if countless women were whispering in fine voices, countless babies were muttering unconsciously, rustling and difficult to hear clearly.

Sanskrit sound, pipa, knife sound, whispers... made people feel like they were being scratched by hundreds of claws, instantly giving birth to anxiety.

The samsara travelers had a bitter face, someone muttered in a low voice: "No way!" The samsara traveler surnamed Zhou activated the jade plate magic weapon in his hand, only then slightly dispelling the trace of irritability in his heart.

But he saw Qian Chen, raising his head slightly, pressing three strings with his ancient zither...

On the roof ridge not far away, Ning Qingchen stood up, her eyes slightly solemn, looking at the four directions of the red building: front, back, left, and right.

At the main entrance of the red building, under countless human-skin bone scripture banners and canopies, a thin and withered corpse sat on a sedan chair carried by a group of foreign monks. It lowered its head deeply, its legs crossed, clearly a flesh-body Buddha worshipped by the external paths of Buddhism, also known as a flesh-body Buddha.

But the eyes it opened, while pitch-black like glazed glass, also flashed with evil blood light from time to time.

This is not a "flesh-body Buddha" at all, but a "living sacrifice Buddha" sacrificed with living people.

In the backyard of the red building, a woman in white sat on the tree branch.

She lowered her head, gently stroking the white jade pipa held in her arms, and long white silk draped down. Among the white silk under the tree, countless dwarf ghosts with strange smiles danced comically. This dance was accompanied by the pipa sound, but they were silent and light-handed, like a silent play.

On the east side of the red building, a tall figure with a bull head and human body walked slowly in the alley, dragging a ghost-headed big knife that reached the ground.

The executioner's execution knife made a harsh friction sound on the stone slab.

Its figure was dragged long under the moonlight, and the two bull horns on its head made it look like a messenger from the underworld.

Ning Qingchen lit the letter talisman, summoned Si Qingcheng, and the big yellow chicken in her arms stared at the three ghosts with bright eyes...

Master Fa Xin in the red building sighed slowly: "Hooking soul, pipa, bull head, red clothes, I didn't expect that the four great ghost envoys would come together this time!"

The Ear Dao God was still diligently painting that painting of a beauty under the moonlight. Wherever the painting brush fell, it pointed out various illusory painting spirits, making it even more difficult for the owner of the red building to break free from the illusion of that painting.

The supreme illusion that Qian Chen talked about, in the end, still had to be painted by the Ear Dao God.

The four great ghost envoys all arrived, trapping the crowd in the red building ghost courtyard. They didn't arrive, but their voices arrived first, giving the samsara travelers a warning.

"Zheng!" A sound...

When the hoarse zither sound started, it was just a few dark and dumb sounds, then the zither sound gradually became higher, suppressing these miscellaneous sounds, sweeping away in bursts, intense like thunder.

Qian Chen plucked the strings with one finger, and the silent thunder sound swept past...

The restlessness of the red building suddenly subsided, and the red-clothed ghost envoy who was still struggling just now lowered her head, as if she were dead.

The pipa sound of the woman sitting on the tree branch suddenly became messy. One of the five pipa strings broke first, the silk string flew and collapsed, and the broken pipa string popped up, actually leaving a thin and long wound on the woman's face.

The woman stopped the pipa sound, reached out to touch the wound on her face, and her whole body suddenly folded backward, posing a posture that a living person could never pose.

Her four limbs were like broken, carrying the pipa on her back, playing even more frantically.

Outside the red building, the human-skin scripture banners suddenly exploded with a ball of fire, countless thunder balls rolled, blowing that team of foreign monks high up, smashing them into powder, broken limbs flying.

The flesh-body Buddha in the shrine on the sedan chair suddenly raised its head, reached out and pressed, the two long tassels hanging from the Vairocana hat on its head floated up, and the white bone Buddha statue embroidered on the lotus crown released bizarre red light. The living sacrifice Buddha opened its mouth slightly, silently chanting the six-character mantra.

The twisted mantra surged with ghost aura, like a tide surging from under the living sacrifice Buddha, extinguishing those thunder lights.

In the alley, the zither sound was hoarse, only hearing a sharp steel sound, the long knife dragged on the ground by the bull-headed ghost envoy broke a section of the knife tip.

It paused slightly, leaning on the ghost-headed knife in its hand, and instead carried the big knife on its shoulder, continuing to walk toward the red building!