Starting from the Abandoned Disciple in Laoshan

Chapter 1 Dungeon
The magnificent bell rang in the ancient temple.

No one would have guessed that under the majestic yellow walls and blue tiles, there is a gloomy dungeon.

For several years, the sound of chanting scriptures has been heard every day.

"...The Medicine King Bodhisattva received the Buddha's majesty, and said the mantra: Amuqa, Mahamuqa, Cuoli... At that time, the Medicine King Bodhisattva Mahasattva said this mantra, and said to the Buddha: "World Honored One, Such a mantra was proclaimed by 80 billion Buddhas in the past; it is also said by Shakyamuni Buddha today and thousands of Buddhas in the future.After the Buddha passed away, if monks, bhikkhunis, upasakas, and upasikas hear this mantra, those who recite this mantra, and those who hold this mantra, all obstacles of karma, obstacles of retribution, and obstacles of affliction will be quickly eliminated..."

Accompanied by the sound of the scriptures, there seems to be the wish power of the pharmacist Liuliguang Tathagata to cleanse the dungeon and save the souls of the dead.

The dungeon is strewn with bones.

Occasionally, the white phosphorous accumulated from the bones burst into a will-o'-the-wisp, and the deep green became the only light in the darkness, illuminating a shriveled figure.

If you look closely, you can see that there are heavy shackles on the hands and feet of the figure, and there are also spider webs.

This should not be a living person, it should be a dried corpse.

Suddenly, the will-o'-the-wisp went out, and the sutra sound stopped.

Darkness and silence filled the dungeon.

Just like a Buddha participating in a state of extinction, it is also like being inexhaustible.

Even if ordinary people stay in such a place for only a moment, they will inevitably feel terrified, and they will go crazy after a day or two.

Perhaps the figure in shackles becomes a mummy, but it is a relief.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of heavy footsteps resounded in the darkness, as if stepping on the nodes of a person's heart.

Boom boom boom!
The iron gate of the dungeon slowly rose with the sound of the mechanism opening.

A white lantern entered the gate first, followed by a mage whose cassock was embroidered with strange runes.Under the white lantern, the runes were like strange eyes, cold and ruthless.

Under the white light of the lantern, the mummy in the shackles raised its head unconsciously, as if it had just been resurrected from a dead body, and its eyes were loose.

The mage covered in strange runes sighed faintly, "Since the millennium, there have been no less than eight hundred guests who have lived in this bone dungeon, and all of them are well-known in the world, but they have to stay in the underground palace for only three months at most." Li passed away in a frenzy, and yet I have lived here for three full years, this level of concentration is far inferior to even the giants of the Zen forest..."

There was a tone of admiration in his mouth, but it was condescending.

It means that a person in shackles, no matter how powerful they are, is now just a prisoner.

Contempt is beyond words.

Complimentary words have been said, the next step is the routine interrogation.

But before he could speak, he suddenly felt suffocated.Terrifying pressure came from all directions.The air around him unexpectedly produced a huge pressure at this moment, like a copper wall and iron wall, making it impossible for him to escape.

An unknown amount of air was poured into the opened mouth, and the whole body swelled up visibly with the naked eye.However, the robe covered with strange runes gave off a light green light, and it didn't burst as his body swelled.

So he fell into the pain of life worse than death.

Just when he couldn't bear it anymore, the pressure around him suddenly released.

The mage collapsed like mud, and the white lantern rolled several times before stopping at the feet of the shackled man.

The mage narrowly escaped death, just about to gasp for breath.

But the pressure from just now suddenly appeared again.

After going back and forth like this several times, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

At this moment, in his eyes, what is being shackled is not a human being, but a ghost from the Nine Nether Hell.

The air is filled with the smell of judgment.

In his eyes, the Bone Dungeon is even more terrifying than the legendary Senluo Palace.

The slender figure raised the shackles and made a crisp sound, "he" stood up.

"Let... pass... me, I... help you... untie...unlock it." The mage said intermittently.

"unnecessary."

The terrifying pressure reappeared, and without too much questioning, the mage's body swelled up, breaking the vestment of unknown material, and the weird runes on it that looked like eyeballs exploded one after another.

Flesh and blood exploded all over the place.

The bones were stained with blood, the figure stood up, and there was a hurricane around him. Wind blades fell on the heavy shackles like knives and axes. The figure stepped over the blood-stained bones and left the dungeon where he had lived for three years like a Shura.

Afterwards, a big fire ignited in the solemn ancient temple, and unavoidable turmoil in the temple, like Shura's farewell to the ancient temple after he walked out of the endless hell.

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Under the moonlight, the clear spring water reveals a stubble-grown face, and the pale skin reveals the gloom of a ghost.The water in the stream spontaneously broke through the bondage of the earth and washed away the dirt on his body.

It's just the tattered clothes and the pale complexion that hasn't seen the sun for a long time, which shows that he has not made a complete farewell to the life in the dungeon.

A slit opened between his brows without warning, and scarlet eyeballs were exposed inside. Under the faint red light, the body from the head down seemed to be transparent, thus revealing the scarred flesh.

Under any doctor's diagnosis, this body would be judged to be just a rotting corpse, but he was still alive.

With the help of the faint red light, one after another inexplicable aura surged, and he began to try his best to fill up the sores on his body.

After half a quarter of an hour, the red light subsided, the flesh seams closed, and the scarlet eyes were buried between the brows.

He seemed to be extremely tired, leaning quietly on the big rock.

This feeling was extraordinarily deep, until an ethereal zither sound floated down from the upper reaches, and it was quiet and desolate in the moonlit night, unearthly.

He woke up from his dream and followed the sound of the piano. After hundreds of steps, he saw a pool, which was like a mirror under the moonlight.

The light of the stars and the moon in the sky hangs down, accompanied by the breeze, and sprinkles on the person playing the piano.

Yuebai robes, no hair on his head, he is a monk.

He looked like he was in his early twenties, with red lips and white teeth, and a gentle expression, as if Zhilan grew there.

The monk sat and stared at him, and couldn't help but sigh, "Shen Mo, you leave as you please, what are you doing with the fire? It made me carry a hundred buckets of water back and forth to put out the fire."

"If you don't make any noise, how can I take advantage of the chaos to say goodbye to you?"

"Be careful, don't get caught again."

"If it weren't for the fact that Abi Hell Dao needs to endure the torture of eighteen hells to succeed, how could I let them catch me. But you, the Shangqing Palace in Laoshan sent you to Moha Temple as an undercover agent, and even Liuliguang, their housekeeper You have learned the king's mantra, and if you continue like this, you don't need to go back to Laoshan, and you can directly become the abbot of Moha Temple in the future, and you can meet a few old things in the future, and you can still talk about them in the same generation." Shen Mo sneered.

The monk showed an embarrassed smile, "Don't be old, it's ugly, that's your elder too."

"Sorry, I am now an abandoned disciple of Laoshan." He paused, added, and said coldly, "Thanks to the old things, I am also a traitor of the Nether Sect now."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

The monk watched his lonely figure disappear from sight, and continued to play the piano. The sound of the piano came out faintly, and his mind turned into Zen with the sound of the piano, echoing in the half-mountain.

(End of this chapter)