Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

"Hell returns, reincarnation reappears..."

Tang Sanzan murmured in his heart, thinking.

Since the ghost bus is in the same line, it is necessary to achieve such a goal.

I am a crucial part of their chess game!

So... It's not too much to ask for some conditions, right?

After half an hour.

Master Sisheng was relieved, and said again: "Okay, let's stop here. The world where you are buried three times should be in a place with high mountains and a wide sea outside, not in a small temple like Wanli Forest."

"You should go down the mountain again, the mortal world is still waiting for you to save, isn't it?"

Master Gu Sheng had a slightly playful smile on his face.

The corners of Tang Sanzan's eyes twitched slightly, and he cursed inwardly:

The bad old man doesn't talk about Wude, he just pretended to be dead, and he even eavesdropped on the Buddha's declaration of going down the mountain!

"Dahong, why don't you just stay in the temple?"

"I have inherited the Buddha Dharma of killing life, and your old man's cultivation level..."

Tang Sanzan asked tentatively.

"No need, just let Dahong go out with you, it will help you in the end."

"As a teacher, although I have dispelled the Buddhist image of killing animals, but..."

Master Gu Sheng's voice changed, and a confident smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

I saw him wave his hand, and the power of [Netherworld] radiated out.

Under Tang Sanzan's stunned eyes.

Behind Master Gusheng, one after another, the statues of Buddhist Dharma with powerful aura continuously emerged!

"This is... those Buddhist dharma signs that you swallowed, master?"

"Yes."

"But haven't all the aspects of Shasheng Buddhism been inherited by me? Master, how can you still..."

"Who said that if the Buddha Dharma of killing lives is gone, all those that have been swallowed up will also dissipate?"

"Ah this..."

"Could it be that you thought that Master Slaughtering Buddha would create a practice method that cut off the path of his own disciples and grandchildren?"

"..."

Tang Sanbu was not expected.

After the Buddha-dharma aspect of killing is inherited by oneself.

My own master can actually re-use the engulfed Dharma.

This is really a BUG!

Others have worked hard and painstakingly to cultivate a Dharma image.

Not everyone can possess the perverted talent of "Natural Buddha" like Tang Sanzan.

Any Buddhist supernatural powers can be grasped directly.

And killing the Buddha's Dharma appearance is also the appearance of swallowing the Buddha.

It seems a bit scary, every time a Dharma image is swallowed, it can be re-evolved and used again.

have to say.

Back then, the master who killed the Buddha was truly gifted and talented.

"If that's the case, master, you old man, you can retire in this small temple."

"Of course...if the ghost bus appears, remember to let it come to me."

"This thing is elusive, and I don't bother to look for it."

Tang Sanzan curled his lips, quite helplessly.

The ghost bus thing, what the hell likes to play mystery.

Obviously possesses power that ordinary people can't match at all.

Doing things but appearing like ghosts and ghosts, people can't even figure out the law of their appearance.

Tang Sanzan didn't want to waste his time on this.

Instead of looking for it, it is better to wait for it to come to you on its own initiative.

"Okay." Master Sisheng smiled when he heard the words, "Go, as a teacher, I look forward to the day when you grow up and can really bear everything."

"Hopefully."

Regarding the master's expectations, Tang Sanzan calmly responded.

Then he saluted the master.

"Dahong, it's time to go."

He yelled towards the backyard.

The feathers were as red as fire, and they flew out with flapping wings in the blink of an eye.

It fell on the shoulders of Tang Sanzan, posing as a golden rooster independent and handsome.

One person and one rooster, as if returning to the state when they first went down the mountain.

After a slight nod from Master He Sheng.

Tang Sanzan pushed the door and walked out.

The wooden door was closed, and the small temple in the forest seemed to disappear into the world again.

......

Walking among the rocky mountain roads.

Tang Sanzan put aside many distracting thoughts in his heart.

With a slight lift of his right hand, the ancient ghostly clock transformed by the golden bell cover emerged.

A message from the White Bone Bodhisattva was transmitted instantly.

I was eager to solve the confusion before, but I ignored the message from the Bone Bodhisattva.

Now, after reading this message through.

In Tang Sanzan's dark pupils, a look of interest emerged.

The ancient ghost clock instantly enlarged, and the relief sculptures of countless tortured evil spirits on it looked distorted and hideous, extremely strange!

among them.

A figure of evil spirit came into view.

It was the Immortal Yamamoto who was directly captured by Tang Sanbu in the little underworld!

"Interesting, is it related to the ability of the soul level?"

Tang Sanzan whispered, examining the soul belonging to Yamamoto Immortal.

"The three old men, Zhang Hedao, practiced the technique of transforming the three cleans into one qi, which led to the separation into three separate individuals."

"Then what's going on with this Immortal Yamamoto...?"

"Maybe this weird ability can help the master rebuild a complete soul?"

Tang Sanbu can be determined.

According to the news sent back by the Bone Bodhisattva, the Yamamoto Immortal who is in Sakurajima.

It definitely came from the same source as the soul in the ghostly ancient clock in front of my eyes!

The method of turning three cleans into one qi is one of the top supernatural powers in the secret treasures of the Taoist sect of the Yan Kingdom.

People from Sakurajima still don't have the ability to get it.

Although the Daoist sect doesn't show its mountains and waters, Tang Sanzan has never ignored the existence of this powerful force.

If Sakurajima has the ability to snatch food from the tiger's mouth from the Taoist gate.

They will not continue to occupy that small area.

"It seems that if there is a chance, I can go to Sakurajima."

"The existence of the strongest but the Dao Realm is not a threat to me."

"If you can gain something, it's still good."

Tang Sanzun squinted his eyes, thinking...

PS: Speaking of asking for the rest of the title of the White Bone Bodhisattva, do you have any good suggestions, otherwise the author who named the invalid will plan to call it Xiaobai (dog head to save his life)

Chapter 227 The Taboo of Tang Sanburial

In the dark forest, the sun cannot penetrate.

This kind of place, ordinary people can't avoid it.

Since the revival of terror.

The knowledge of all kinds of evil spirits and ghosts has long been popularized.

Where to go and where not to go, the basics.

Everyone still knows what's going on.

But in such an environment.

Two figures, one big and one small, chase each other.

Walking through the lush jungle, the speed is staggering!

Look carefully.

The figure fleeing frantically in front was a slender, naive little guy with snow-white hair.

behind it.

It's a terrifying guy with evil wind and evil spirit all over his body!

There was a sinister smile on his face, in the dark pupils.

Full of greed.

"Jie Jie Jie...Little guy, don't run away!"

"Didn't you take the initiative to come to ask for a seal?"

"You haven't successfully claimed the title yet, how could you just run away!"

"Come on, ask me if you are a human or a god... Jie Jie Jie..."

"This seat will definitely give you a satisfactory answer, hehehe..."

Unscrupulous laughter continued to emanate from the evil figure.

From time to time, he swung his big hand out, bringing up gusts of wind, turning into sharp claws to grab the little guy in front of him.

Although the little guy in front had big eyes full of fear and grievance.

But the advantage lies in the speed and reaction are not slow.

With a small body, he can always dodge it deftly.

This made the angry look in the pupils of the frantically chasing figure behind him even more intense.

"Hmph! It's not easy to come across such an excellent material, I will never let you slip away from me!"

"Flying man!"

I saw that the figure behind him suddenly stopped.