Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 30 The Path of Ghosts

Green will-o'-the-wisps, burning in the void.

The black and white courtyard seems to be full of ominousness and weirdness!

The gloomy air lingers in the ruins of this old house.

The bone-chilling cold made the blood and bone marrow feel a little frozen.

The great monk clasped his palms together and sat cross-legged among the desolate ruins of the courtyard.

Threads of golden light are constantly being nurtured in the great monk's breathing.

"bear?"

There was a murmur, like far away, near, up and down.

It’s elusive and nowhere to be grasped!
"Brothers, why do you have to bear five lives?"

"You...what do you mean by that?"

Those ghostly thoughts suddenly sent out bursts of strong vibrations.

All of a sudden, air waves were set off one after another in the area that was several feet away.

These air waves, intertwined and crisscrossed, blew the great monk, who was wearing a hundred-fold robe, hunting and screaming.

This Liaotong monk, possessing supernatural powers, seems to be a top figure in Buddhism.

This is the great virtue of an eminent monk who can reach Nirvana without any residue and realize the freedom of Buddhahood with just a hair's breadth.

A body of Buddhist teachings, not to mention penetrating heaven and earth, is rare today and rare in the world.

This was the first time that a monster dared to criticize his actions in front of his face.

It's just that Monk Liaotong boasted that he was big-bellied and tolerant, and he was a little unreasonable, so he didn't care about these ghosts.

"The poor monk understands,"

He was unhurried and unhurried, every word and every sentence seemed like the peaks of Mount Tai, extremely heavy and unprepared.

"Tian Wei, the supervising monk of Daci'an Temple,"

Great Ci'an Temple!

Looking around the world, the 13 Continents, Buddhist and Taoist cultivators may not even count as colossal monsters.

But, what if it was only in the land of Yizhou, thousands of miles of fertile land.

Daci'an Temple still has some reputation.

These reputations are the spiritual foundation accumulated by Ci'an Temple through hard work over generations and hundreds of years.

Although this has some meaning, it means using force to suppress ghosts.

But Monk Lingtong couldn't think of it at this time.

Back then, Wang Qier, in order to seize Fang Laoliu's position of integrity, acted very decisively and cruelly.

These ghosts are the sacrifices for Wang Qier to ascend to the position of righteousness.

It's also Fang Laoliu, the land tiger who has been entrenched in Shanghe Village and has been a loyal supporter for decades.

Logically speaking, these ghosts should be distraught after experiencing the 'first seven' and disappear from the world forever.

However, no one knows now that after experiencing such a major change, in just a few months, it has become the climate and the climate it is today.

As the saying goes, injustice has its head, and a debt has its owner.

If it weren't for Wang Qi Er at this time, his destiny would be light red, and he would be blessed by some innate aura.

Let the ordinary ghosts be sneaky and dare not invade the close ones.

I'm afraid Wang Qi'er's body is already cold at this time!

However, after hearing the great monk's self-reported name.

This sneaky figure seemed to ponder for a moment before saying to himself:
"Is it from Daci'an Temple?"

This sneaky man was just a villager in his previous life. Although he had some unknown encounters, he gained a very strong mana cultivation base.

However, time is still short in the end, and some common sense about the spiritual practice world, especially the common sense about the local spiritual practice community in Yizhou, is only half-understood.

What's more, there is a distance of [-] miles between Jinping Mansion and Jingyuan Mansion, but there is Changqing Mansion in between.

This makes a man who has only known how to roll around in the mountains all his life.

How do you know the prestige of Daci'an Temple, which is thousands of miles away?
It's just that even if this sneaky figure doesn't know it, there are other sneaky figures who know the roots of Daci'an Temple.

As soon as the ghost energy stirred, a few ghostly thoughts were divided at the touch of a button, transmitting all kinds of information about Daci'an Temple to the leader of the ghost.

Then, he suddenly smiled and said, "Oh, it turns out that the thief from Jinping Mansion has arrived."

"Hoo ho ho, what, is it possible that your Ci'an Temple's claws want to reach out to Jingyuan Mansion?"

It seemed as if he was mocking the great monk for overestimating his abilities.

"Hahahaha..."

This ghost laughs strangely, and the sound of the ghost crying is as harsh and sharp as the sound of gold and silver.

The gloomy energy slowly gathered.

The ghost energy is like clouds and smoke, but it is black and red energy that merges together, becomes dense and lingering, and lingers for a long time.

At this time, in the black smoke and clouds, there was a looming shadow.

The appearance of the phantom is blurry. He is dressed like a country man, with his hands on his waist and a strange smile.

In the gloomy and ghostly atmosphere, four big men with pale faces and ragged clothes were following behind this man.

Green ghost flames flashed from time to time between the pupils, showing the identities of these men.

Although these ghosts have just entered the ghost realm, their aura is not half weaker than that of some old ghosts.

You know, this supernatural power of condensing ghost energy, refining a ghost body, and manifesting in daylight seems inconspicuous.

But in fact, it is the biggest threshold on the road of ghosts, a dividing line that distinguishes the strength of ghost cultivators.

Generally speaking, even century-old ghosts cannot cultivate their ghost bodies and manifest themselves in the daytime without special opportunities.

Precisely because this ghost body is rare.

Therefore, once the ghost body is refined, there will be a major leap in the combat power of ghost cultivators.

Just like the [High Gong] level one Taoist among the Qigong Practitioners, they have magical powers that can be done at the drop of a hat and done with a wave of the hand.

The ghost cultivator can have a ghost body, which can even resist the blood and masculinity of the warrior, thus interfering with the world of the sun.

This is the qualitative gap!

'This ghost, how can it be so amazing? "

"I'm afraid that even if you have reached the great achievement of evil ghosts, you will not be far from the way of ghost kings!"

The great monk was secretly frightened and his expression became serious.

Although the path of ghosts is not as noble as the path of immortals, the path of gods is prestigious.

However, there is no distinction between high and low in the Three Thousand Avenues, there is no upper or lower!

Just like the ghost road, as long as you reach the end.

Its ultimate achievement may not be even half inferior to other paths of cultivation.

The way of ghosts is the same as that of human Qi refiners, and they all have four realms.

There are several levels of ghost, fierce ghost, evil ghost and ghost king respectively.

It corresponds to the realms of mage, alchemist, high gong, and real person among those who practice Taoism and refine qi.

Often an evil ghost refines his ghost body and appears in the daytime.Cholera can affect every township and village, causing great harm and far-reaching consequences.

There are even some old evil ghosts with powerful ghost skills that can interfere with the spirit and matter. They can kill people and disappear without a trace, which is extremely terrifying.

Even a Taoist disciple or an eminent Buddhist monk would not ignore an evil ghost that could appear during the day.

As the saying goes, a hundred thousand banners can kill Yama. An evil ghost often does not exist alone. There will definitely be dozens and hundreds of ghost soldiers under his command.

As long as there is a turmoil, in front of hundreds of organized ghost soldiers.

A village and a township are basically equivalent to 'paper' and are vulnerable to attack.

As for the ghost king above, the threat level increases by dozens or hundreds of times.

In the pre-Song Dynasty, there was a precedent of a ghost king conquering a mansion and slaughtering hundreds of thousands of people, which should not be underestimated.

This kind of scene will appear frequently every time the world is in trouble and the important weapons of the country are changed.

This has been the case since the beginning of history, for six thousand years!

Knowing that the great monk had a broad heart and a fat body, he was not angry, but rather calmly said: "Amitabha, my Buddha has great compassion."

"No, birth, old age, death and disease; no, movement and disaster; no, rich and poor, far and near..."

"I, the Buddha, have no discriminating mind and no discriminating thoughts."

"Almsgiver, why use the division of regions, the difference between distance and distance, to hinder my Buddhist door, and the vast good fortune?"

The big man suddenly shouted angrily: "The thief is bald,"

"Let your tongue bloom like a lotus flower, and let the flowers fall from the sky, I will give him a life for a life!"

"...A life for a life!"

The scarlet pupils, wrapped in a cluster of green ghost flames, became deeper and darker.

The words were fierce and the tone was decisive, clearly leaving no room for maneuver.

Even if they are destroyed by ashes, Wang Qier must save his life.

The power and strength of one evil ghost and four fierce ghosts are quite impressive in the Jingyuan Mansion.

The great monk Liaotong sighed quietly, and said: "The poor monk tried hard to persuade you, but you were repeatedly humiliated, but what...how..."

"...No matter how good your words are, you can't persuade me, damn it!"

boom! ! !
The ghost energy suddenly went into chaos, and the evil ghost headed by him took action before the great monk could finish his words.

I saw that there was a ghostly aura surrounding him, after he flipped out with a palm.

A pale, cold, winding bone claw shot downwards.

Each of the five fingers of the bone claw collapsed and fell like a beam, screaming and screaming.

A coldness gradually appeared on the man's pale face.

"White Bone Divine Claw..."

This kind of supernatural power of ghosts is the reliance for a man to reach the realm of evil ghosts.

Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!
Golden awns circled around, and white bones fell into the golden awns. In no time, golden awns appeared, and white bones collapsed.

Master Tong, the great monk, pinched the Vajra Fearless Seal and let out a lion's roar inside and outside: "It's stubborn and won't work!!"

Hundreds of Dharma robes, vigorously agitated, one hundred and eight Dharma beads, following the Vajra Fearless Seal, surrounded the great monk.

"This poor monk has good intentions, but you don't realize them, and yet you try to obstruct them in every possible way."

"If you insist on having your own way, you should be killed!" the great monk said solemnly.

I saw that one hundred and eight Buddhist beads surrounded Tong Zhouza and turned into a circle of light, protecting Monk Tong Da in the middle.

On each of these one hundred and eight magic beads, there is a trace of golden light twining around.

If you look carefully, you will find that the surface of each Buddhist bead is slightly carved with the appearance of an Arhat.

One hundred and eight Buddhist beads are one hundred and eight Arhat images.

Each one has a different look and expression.

Or lie down, or sit, or lie down, or stand, you name it!

(End of this chapter)