Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 65

Not to mention the two of them, even Mo Xian was stunned, when would he leave the inheritance!
After thinking about it, an idea popped into his mind. Since the clever ghost said there was one, he made one for him. Thinking of this, he had an idea in his mind.

The three killers didn't even think that there was someone else here, they discussed it and walked out from here.

Seeing the three go away, Mo Xian summoned a ghost and followed them quietly. Since the three had the heart to rebel, Mo Xian didn't care if they were good people or not, as long as he could hit Yama, he would do it. Don't mind giving them a push in the back.

Mo Xian thought about which spells were easy to learn and could help them. He wanted to compile a spell book. Of course, there were only spells in it, but no relevant practice methods.

The ghost quietly followed behind the three of them, the three walked out of the valley, and then separated, the ghost had no choice but to follow the clever ghost, walked for twenty miles, and came to the secret place where Yan Luodian was here.

This is a cave, Mo Xian is very familiar with this place, he can touch the place with his eyes closed, not to mention that he is just a ghost at this time, invisible and colorless.

As soon as he got here, Mo Xian gave up following the witty ghost. He was very cautious because he knew that there were masters of magic in the Temple of Yama.

He was just an assassin at the beginning, and although he was the 36th ghost among the assassins, he still didn't understand other things about Yan Luodian, especially after seeing the powerful strength of Yan Luodian recently, he was full of fear for this organization.

Therefore, since he can clearly feel everything through ghosts, he is still very careful, because ghosts can be felt to a certain extent by practitioners.

He is here to find a solution to the curse. Although he knows that it is unlikely to be found here, he has no other way. At least here, he can find the address of Yan Luodian in other places. It is not clear where Yan Luodian is.

As soon as he entered the cave, he stalked and disappeared. The cave has a large area, and the roof of the cave naturally sees sunlight. Mo Xian now knows that this is a method of cultivation, moving the outside scene into the cave, there is no transparent place in the cave at all.

He didn't understand it before, and he thought there was a special hole to penetrate the sunlight, but he just moved the light into it, and didn't move the scenery together, maybe it was for killer training considerations.

Mo Xian went all the way inward and met a few people. They were all killers, and their ability to appear in a grand manner proved that they were at least at the level of preparing ghosts, otherwise, they couldn't walk around at will.

Mo Xian came to the core, this is a cave, but the door was closed, he walked in through the door silently, when he was a blaster, he had no chance to come here, he didn't know what was inside, but he knew , the thing he was looking for could not exist in any other place except here.

As soon as he entered it, his eyes lit up, as if he had come outside, the green mountains and green waters, even the wind was warm, the sun did not directly shine on it, but was surrounded by high mountains, as if this place was in a valley , a small Buddhist temple in the center, resplendent and resplendent, but Mo Xian discovered that this place is a standard exterior scene. Buddhist temples are real.

He was deeply shocked, although he knew what was going on, but in the belly of Luoshan Mountain, there was such an existence that was almost like a fairy cave, he was still shocked.

Although he was dozens of miles away, his senses were shared with ghosts and spirits. Although there was no sunlight, he was still uncomfortable during the day. Along the way, he followed the three of them, essentially sneaking into their shadows.

Looking at the Buddhist temple, Mo Xian hesitated, whether ghosts can enter the Buddhist temple, this Buddhist temple is not a Buddhist temple in the world, Mo Xian worried that it has the power of faith, or has the light of Buddha, if so, ghosts cannot enter it.

He hesitated in front of the gate of the Buddhist temple, and decided to take a risk. At worst, he would sacrifice this ghost. The ghost substitute he trained had already lost a lot, and the ghost had been injured and was relatively weak in nature. It's not as powerful as it used to be.

Mo Xian shook his head, and the body of the ghost silently penetrated into the small Buddhist temple. There was a golden light in front of his eyes. It was the golden body of the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni. weak.

Mo Xian was relieved, he was actually too worried, the Buddha statue had to be worshiped, and the power of vows was accumulated on it, and here in the small Buddhist temple, except for limited people such as black and white impermanence, other people are not qualified to worship at all, even if the Buddha statue is gold, No one pays homage, just a lump of death gold, how much power can there be on the Buddha statue.

He turned around the Buddha statue and went to the back hall. Generally, Buddhist temples are divided into front, middle and back halls, but small Buddhist temples are only divided into two halls. The front hall is for Sakyamuni, and the back hall is for Hei Sun Tathagata. Shiyin, sitting on the lotus platform.

Mo Xian didn't take a closer look, and turned his gaze to a row of filing cabinets by the wall. In front of the filing cabinets, there was a table and a chair behind, which seemed rather simple, but Mo Xian was secretly startled. Black and white impermanence is like this, which proves that they are focusing on Buddhism. This organization is terrible.

Don't be afraid of its extravagance, but be afraid of its integrity. This is an efficient team and a team with faith.

Mo Xian quickly moved to the file cabinet, he came to find the files.

There was no one in the hall, and no one could even be seen, but the filing cabinet was opened silently, and all kinds of documents were automatically turned up. If there was anyone in the hall, you would see this wonderful sight.

Mo Xian saw a lot of secrets, murder records in the Hall of Yama, etc., but these were not the information Mo Xian was looking for. Finally, in a notebook, he saw the names of a row of Buddhist temples. The more he looked at it, the more startled he became. In almost every vassal state, there are dark parts and Buddhist temples of the Hall of Yama, but most of them do not belong to the Hall of Yama on the surface.

Mo Xian quickly remembered that the nearest to Luoshan was Guangji Temple in Yangcheng. Mo Xian found that there was only the address of the branch temple, and the main temple only had the name, and the four words Foguang Buddhajing were marked on the back.

Mo Xian thought for a moment. Although he didn't know where the Buddha's Light and Buddhaland were, those who could be called the Buddhaland were basically not in this space.

It can be seen how huge the power behind the Yan Luo Temple is, so big that it is completely beyond Mo Xian's imagination. The Buddha's brilliance, Mo Xian's current meritorious deeds, is not qualified to enter it at all. Let's start with the Buddhist temple. If there is one percent hope, do it one hundred percent s hard work.

After Mo Xian found the information, he turned around and was about to leave, but found a book that exuded the light of Buddha. He was taken aback for a moment, and then opened the book with the power of Yuwu. After hurting the ghost, there was a sizzling sound.

The ghost didn't dare to go forward, but the talisman on the book shone brightly, one by one Buddha talismans jumped out of the page, and the ghost stepped back a few steps, but Mo Xian stared at the talisman closely, as if he wanted to eat it go down.

A series of strange messages were transmitted to Mo Xian through the ghosts. In Mo Xian's consciousness, the sound of Zen singing sounded. Mo Xian's body was dozens of miles away, but it emitted golden light. This was Mo Xian's unintentional cultivation. The heart light of success.

"Who?" A loud shout made Mo Xian's heart skip a beat.

The door of the Buddhist temple was wide open, and Mo Xian didn't recognize him. As soon as he entered, he fixed his eyes on the ghost, and then he understood. Seeing the ghost greedily staring at the runes constantly emerging in the air, he wondered when the ghost was so bold. To be able to read the secret methods of Buddhism, it is not afraid that it will be transformed by the Buddha's light.

Although he was strange, he slapped him straight with a vajra palm in his hand.

Mo Xian's heart moved, and the ghost instantly dissipated into black air. The ghost chirped, carrying phosphorus fire, scattered all over the air, and rushed towards the gate.

He obviously didn't expect the ghost's attack. Just as the vajra palm appeared, the ghost had dispersed. Although the vajra palm extinguished a lot of will-o'-the-wisps, most of the black smoke rushed out of the Buddhist temple. , In the blink of an eye, he rushed out of the room.

This time, he was caught off guard, he let out a tiger roar, and formed a seal in his hand, which turned out to be the seal of binding ghosts. In a blink of an eye, Buddha light surrounded him from all sides like a golden city.

When the ghost saw it, he turned his head and plunged into the ground. The ground was like water. When he saw it, the Buddha's light hurriedly tried to block the ground. Although he moved very quickly, the ghost was even faster. , and the ghost disappeared underground.

Although the connection between ghosts and Mo Xian is not very strong, Mo Xian's face turned pale. He chanted a mantra, took out a little rice from his body, sprayed it with mana, and gave it to the ghost. In a blink of an eye, the rice turned into a lot of spirits Food, this is one of Taoist and Buddhist supernatural techniques, it was used by Mo Xian to feed ghosts and spirits, and it was called "spiritual food". In the eyes of ghosts, rice turned into a large amount of delicious chicken, duck and fish meat, and ghosts They compete with ghosts to eat.

At this moment, Mo Xian let out a muffled snort, and the curse on his body flared up again. For a while, the murderous intent in his heart was irresistible, and for a while, it seemed to his whole body that he was discouraged and hurt only slightly, and the rakshasa on his arm was clear again. After a minute, he opened his mouth wide, salivating, Mo Xian struggled to hold on to the light in his heart, unconsciously recited the Taishang Qingjing mantra, and it took a long time before it gradually faded away.

The Raksha on his arm lowered his eyebrows again. Mo Xian glanced at the Raksha tattoo. This was the second attack, and it might become more frequent in the future. Not only did he not feel discouraged, but it aroused his fighting spirit. When Mo Xian was an assassin , Developed an unyielding character, which began to show at this time.

Mo Xian has something to do. Although the power of Yan Luodian is so huge that it is hopeless, Mo Xian believes that no matter how powerful the power is, one day it will be overthrown by people. Just help them out and let these killers see hope.

Mo Xian went back to his home on Yingzui Cliff, stuffed a book into a secret place, and at the same time put a box with some talismans, mainly Buddha talismans. He killed many Buddhist monks. Many belong to the Hall of Yama.

(End of this chapter)