I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 384: Senior brother has arrived, fate is waiting for you

"boom!!"

Looking at the exploding light bulb, Zhang Jun's heart dropped to the bottom.

Master has said that when the lamp goes out, you die.

In order to prevent the light from going out, I bought myself an electric lamp, but unexpectedly it exploded.

"Bah, damn Pin Xixi is really unreliable."

Zhang Jun couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, thinking that if it were Master, couldn't he choose a better quality one when buying a desk lamp?

"Huhuhu..."

Before Zhang Jun could say anything more, he felt a chill coming from behind him. The dark wind that had not been able to blow through the door was now blowing in one after another.

Zhang Jun realized that something was wrong and quickly took out a few spiritual stones from his storage bag. At the same time, he clasped his hands together and recited the Diamond Sutra silently.

Along with the chanting, the spiritual stone in his hand sparkled, and wisps of golden light turned into Sanskrit, illuminating the main hall in front of him again.

"what!!"

When everyone heard the chanting, they were startled.

I have never heard that monks do not recite Taoist sutras, but Buddhist sutras.

And he recited it so skillfully that he actually evoked the Dharma.

At this moment, everyone was incredulous.

I wonder if Taoist Miaozhen has accepted a monk as his disciple?

Not to mention them, even Mr. Fu was shocked by Zhang Jun's move.

Have you ever heard that Niubi can practice Buddhism? ?
But then I thought about it, why is it so strange that Niu Bii likes to lie to people so much? Maybe Niu Bii was originally a monk, but he was seduced by some little widow, and then he returned to secular life and became a Taoist priest.

Mr. Fu filled his head with malicious thoughts, and then squinted his eyes in Zhang Jun's direction. With the blessing of Buddha's light, the situation that had been destroyed by him was actually restored at this moment, even better than before.

If it were anyone else, I'm afraid there really wouldn't be anything he could do against Zhang Jun at this moment.

Who is Mr. Ke Fu? He became more energetic when he saw this. He sneered and pointed at the Taoist temple: "I don't care whether you are a Taoist priest or a monk. Even if I, the King of Heaven, come today, I can't save you."

After saying that, Mr. Fu pinched his fingers, pointed directly at the clouds above his head, and shouted: "Go up to the blue sky, go down to the underworld, and then please open the gate of Baodu Mountain."

As the words fell, everyone trembled all over, feeling that the temperature nearby had become frighteningly cold.

At this moment, there was an explosion in the sky, and then everyone heard a rumbling sound in their ears, and the same picture appeared in everyone's mind.

Ancient doors slowly opened among the mountains built of bones and flesh.

As the door made a dull and long roar, like a wail from the center of the earth, the thick iron chains and rusty hinges made a harsh creaking sound, seeming to protest the heaviness that had not moved for thousands of years.

Everyone raised their heads and saw a cold and moist breath filling the air around them, as if it could penetrate clothes and reach the bone marrow.

The sky above was covered with dark clouds, as if shrouded in an ominous black fog. Vaguely, lightning shuttled between the clouds, but there was no thunder, only strange silence and depression.

The cracks gradually widened, and faint green light emerged from them. It was countless wandering souls longing for freedom. Gusts of dark wind roared out from the crack in the door, carrying indescribable chill and resentment, like thousands of invisible tentacles, trying to pull all life into the unknown abyss.

Weeping, wailing and roaring could be heard coming from inside the door. They were intertwined to form a terrifying elegy to the underworld. These sounds are like painful echoes from another world, making people feel despair and fear.

"The Gate of Hell!! That's the Gate of Hell! You are crazy!!"

Du Leng, who had realized something was wrong before, saw the open door in front of him. He was so frightened that he screamed and rushed towards Mr. Fu, trying to stop him.

But it's too late.

In other words, from the moment Mr. Fu asked them to sign and fingerprint on the tablecloth in front of them, everything was already destined to be too late.

Under the altar of Dharma, everything is a tool for the one who opened the altar, not to mention that these people have left their names and fingerprints on the altar of Dharma.

I saw Mr. Fu gently moving his fingers, just pressing Du Leng's name on the tablecloth in front of him.

The next second, Du Leng froze in place, and then countless ghosts swarmed into Du Leng's body like flies smelling honey.

With just such a flash of magic, Du Leng's whole body was surrounded by countless evil spirits. Du Leng's body twitched violently for a few times, and then his pupils widened, and countless black skulls appeared in his eyes. His whole body acted like crazy. magic.

It's not just him, the rest of the people can't escape the same fate.

The moment the gate of hell opened, the boundaries blurred, and some ghosts that did not belong to this world began to struggle through the cracks in the door, rushing into the bodies of these people.

Their figures were twisted and deformed, some were crying, some were laughing wildly, and some were wandering around expressionlessly.

The entire Taoist temple is surrounded by a world of evil spirits.

When Zhang Jun saw this scene, his expression suddenly changed, but he knew that at this time, he could not save anyone, and the only thing he could hold was the one-third of an acre in the main hall of the Taoist temple.

After leaving the main hall door, Mr. Fu could crush himself to death with one finger.

It's a pity that the master's teachings on saving people were not taught to him, otherwise it would be of great use at this moment.

Fortunately, although there is no scripture to save people, the avatar of the Holy Son in the previous competitive world still inherited a large number of Buddhist scriptures from the Holy Monk.

At this moment, Zhang Jun couldn't care less. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and muttered words. While taking out the spiritual stones, he recited the Diamond Sutra and the Great Compassion Mantra.

For a moment, the Buddha's light shone all over the place, and he was able to barely resist.

"Namo Amitabha!"

His voice echoed in the Taoist temple like thunder, and golden light emanated from his body, forming a huge golden shield that enveloped the main hall where he lived.

"Huh, let's see how long you can last!" Mr. Fu was a little surprised when he saw this scene. He didn't expect Zhang Jun to have such a deep understanding of Buddhism.

It is impossible to gain any insights from Buddhism without studying it carefully for more than ten years.

Now even he had to admit that Zhang Jun's understanding of Buddhism was indeed stronger than he imagined.

Even the eminent monks of the time may not be any better than him.

The more this happened, the more murderous intent grew in his heart.

With a cold snort, he pointed his finger again, and the possessing evil spirits rushed towards Zhang Jun.

"Bang bang bang!!"

When these evil spirits collided with the golden shield, they immediately bounced back with a powerful force, making them unable to take a step closer to Zhang Jun and the others.

But soon, Zhang Jun began to feel a little overwhelmed.

He had some enlightenment, but his own strength was completely unmatched. He could barely cope with it with these spiritual stones, but now the overwhelming evil ghosts were rushing towards him, and his internal organs felt like they were about to burst.

"Kakakaka..."

I saw the spiritual stones cracking one after another, and Zhang Jun's face became increasingly ugly.

He has no shortage of spiritual stones, but if he continues to hold on like this, he won't be able to hold on for long, and he will be finished.

That was the moment when he was in a trance.

The golden light in front of him suddenly cracked open, and a ghost claw as black as ink stretched out from the crack, pointing directly at Zhang Jun's forehead.

Zhang Jun was startled and subconsciously took a step back. However, this step back only caused chaos and caused the Buddha's light to suddenly dim. Countless evil spirits seized the opportunity and frantically tore apart the golden light, preparing to rush into the hall.

"It's over!!"

At this time, Zhang Jun was completely helpless. The only thing he could do was to protect his body with the Wujin Armor, but the Wujin Armor could only resist physical damage, but it was of no use to these evil ghosts.

Just when Zhang Jun was ready to be swallowed up by these evil spirits.

Suddenly, as if they smelled something, all the evil ghosts froze in place and did not dare to move.

At the same time, a gentle voice of reproach came from Zhang Jun's ear: "Junior brother, senior brother is right next to me. If you didn't come to find me, why did you recite the scripture about the bald donkey instead?"

Zhang Jun was startled. The voice was very gentle. Even if it was the first time he heard it, he felt warm all over.

After a moment, he suddenly came back to his senses, opened his eyes and looked back. When he saw the statue of the god wrapped in red cloth behind him, Zhang Jun slapped his forehead: "I was really confused. I looked at what Master said and didn't think about it. Senior brother is right behind me.”

"Junior brother, why don't you light some incense!"

After being reminded, Zhang Jun quickly picked up the incense candle nearby, lit four long incense sticks, held them high above his head and inserted them into the incense burner.

Three gods and four ghosts, four long incense sticks fell into the incense burner, and immediately wisps of green smoke rose through the roof and floated towards the ghost gate that was summoned.

For a moment, all I heard was "Woo!!!"

A harsh suona sound sounded, as if coming from a distant place.

This is not festive music, but a strange, creepy tune that seems to announce that something ominous is coming. There was a cold atmosphere in the air, and there was a dull drumbeat in the distance, accompanied by bursts of weird laughter and crying intertwined together, creating a surreal feeling.

A group of evil spirits dressed in shabby white clothes lined up neatly in front of a huge black sedan. Their faces were covered with exaggerated makeup, with white faces and black teeth, ferocious expressions, and greedy and evil light in their eyes. They held the Hades Coin in their hands and danced a twisted dance while floating forward.

The sedan moved forward slowly, and the ground seemed to tremble with every step it took. Circles of black mist surrounded the sedan, as if even the air had been corroded.

"who!!"

At this time, Mr. Fu, who was standing on the altar, was also alarmed, and his face suddenly became frightened. A bad feeling made him, the spell caster, feel numb.

This feeling was only experienced when Miaozhen became an immortal.

Now it is becoming clearer.

Suddenly, he turned around and looked sideways at the Taoist temple in front of him.

I saw that in the Taoist temple, which was originally ordinary and had even been transformed into a ghostly place by him, there was actually a powerful charm reviving.

"No, how is this possible??"

Mr. Fu screamed strangely. This Taoist temple had just been built, and there wasn't even a statue of a god in it. Where could the charm come from?

Even if there is charm, this place has obviously been turned into a ghost land by himself, and the gods of the heavens will definitely not manifest themselves here rashly.

But there is a god here. He is not the kind of wild man who protects the family god, but has the charm of a righteous god.

Amidst Mr. Fu's strange screams, the evil spirits that had originally attacked the Taoist temple fell on their knees and knelt down.

Some evil spirits even turned around and burrowed into the depths of the underworld without looking back.

"Be bold, reverse yin and yang, and open the door to ghosts. You are so brave!"

With a deep and powerful scolding, the statue wrapped in red cloth behind Zhang Jun rumbled, and the red cloth wrapped around it suddenly exploded.

Amidst the chaos and eerie sound of the suona, Zhang Jun caught a glimpse of an unusually abrupt figure emerging from the statue.

That was his senior brother, Meng Xingliang. This was the second time he saw this senior brother, and it was clearer than last time.

I saw that he was wearing a dark red robe. The red of this robe was not bright and eye-catching, but a deep and thick color, like dried blood, revealing an ancient majesty and mystery.

The robe was embroidered with golden runes, which were intricate and shimmering with light, as if they could communicate the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. The wide sleeves of the robe sway gently in the wind, giving people an elegant and refined feeling. There is a jade belt tied around the waist, and a few simple copper coins are hung on the belt, making a jingling sound.

The official hat he wears is a little different. It is not a common square scarf or a Taoist crown, but a strange-shaped hat. The official hats are also embroidered with gold thread, outlining Taoist totems.

The senior brother's eyebrows were hidden under the brim of his hat, making his gaze even more profound and unpredictable.

I saw him stretching out his cold hands and grabbing Mr. Fu on the altar.

The palm seemed to be covered with a light layer of frost, revealing a suffocating cold, as if even the air was frozen. The surrounding evil spirits felt the coldness, screamed in terror, and retreated further.

This time it was Mr. Fu's turn to suffer. His frightened face looked particularly pale in the night.

For a moment, Mr. Fu seemed to understand something and cursed angrily: "Niubi, I'm not done with you!!"

After saying that, Mr. Fu screamed strangely and immediately left the altar. The old soul merchant escaped from his body and turned into a stream of light to escape.

"Humph!"

At this time, Meng Xingliang let out a cold snort, and slapped his big cold hand toward the void. Suddenly, a black ripple emerged from his palm, piercing through the void in a moment.

"what!!!"

Not long after, Mr. Fu's scream was heard, and this guy had disappeared without a trace.

"Senior Brother Shenwu!!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Jun couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the senior brother beside him.

However, Meng Xingliang looked solemn, stared at the direction where Mr. Fu disappeared, shook his head and said: "Don't be too happy too early, this guy is not dead yet."

"Not dead yet??"

Zhang Jun was immediately stunned, opened his mouth wide and took a breath of air: "Is this guy born in the year of a cat? Isn't he going to die?"

You can't blame him for making a fuss. It was actually a fluke that Mr. Fu was able to take out the door-opening map. Moreover, judging from the fact that he didn't dare to enter the Taoist temple rashly and confront him head-on, this guy was most likely eaten by the master. A big loss.

Now he was slapped hard by his senior brother with the power of Hades, and he was still alive.

Even a cat demon with nine lives would be enough.

But when Wishong was willing to do it, the situation was obviously completely different from what he thought.

Meng Xingliang was very calm about this, and only heard him say in a deep voice: "Death is a ghost, death is a ghost, death is a hope, death is a blessing, death is a shame, this is recorded in the Netherworld Record, and it is also a practice. The law was just misused by this guy, and it became an immortal scourge."

"Then..." Zhang Jun opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Mr. Fu simply shot himself in the foot this time. He thought he had changed the situation arranged by his master, but unexpectedly, he attracted his senior brother Meng Xingliang.

The eldest brother is a ghost immortal, and he has been blessed by the orthodox gods of Longhu Mountain. He is the righteous god of the underworld. Mr. Fu kicked him on the iron plate.

But we can't kill him this time, what about next time? ?
I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to kill him next time.

Seemingly sensing what Zhang Jun wanted to say, Meng Xingliang turned around and looked at him; "This is not something I can interfere with. This is your destiny."

"I??"

Zhang Jun's eyes widened, but he saw Meng Xingliang lowering his head and thinking for a moment before saying: "Maybe it's your fate. Master can do no more to help you. There's only so much I can do. How will I go about the rest of my life?" It’s up to you.”

After saying that, Meng Xingliang glanced at Zhang Jun meaningfully and said: "It's easy to carry a big car, and there will be no blame."

???

"Senior brother, I don't study well, what do you mean by this??"

Zhang Jun was startled and looked up at his senior brother, only to see that Meng Xingliang stopped talking and said half-jokingly, "Besides, my official position as the God General of Beimang Town is about to be reduced."

Beimang Zhenming is a divine general.

This is the official position that Meng Xingliang received in the Hades Division. His official rank is not high, and he is under the jurisdiction of the Luofeng Mountain [Taisha Liangshi Sect Heavenly Palace]. Calculated, he is considered a fifth-grade Yin God in the Hades Division, and his divine personality is only one-sided at best. Ghost King's is almost the same.

But this starting point is already extremely high.

For most ghosts and immortals, being an eighth-grade Yin official is almost the end of it.

After all, the underworld is too old, ghost kings are everywhere, ghosts and immortals are not as good as dogs, and there are more ghosts than gods. There are countless ghosts and gods in Luofeng Mountain alone.

As he said this, the senior brother walked outside the door, took out a flag, and waved it left and right. The evil spirits that had poured into everyone's bodies immediately poured into the flag.

Then with another wave, I saw the haze in the north dissipated, the yellow water in the south subsided, the dark wind in the east extinguished, and the ghosts in the west disappeared.

The sky that was originally like hell gradually began to regain its clarity.

"Junior brother!"

Meng Xingliang turned around and held his hand towards Zhang Junyi: "Take care!"

"Ah, are you leaving now?"

"Haha, I am where the golden body is. It's just that this time it was too big of a fuss, so I have to go back and resurrect it."

"Oh."

Hearing this, Zhang Jun nodded and hurriedly bowed his hands and said: "Best farewell to Senior Brother."

Under Zhang Jun's respectful gaze, Meng Xingliang just smiled slightly, and then his figure began to become blurry. At this time, the creepy suona sound sounded again, but the difference from before was that this time the suona sound gradually became louder. Walking further and further away until it disappears...

"gone?"

Only after Meng Xingliang left did Zhang Jun raise his head and look at the statue behind him, and then looked at the exploded lamp.

Was it Master who made the calculation accurately? Or did Master buy a bad product?
Thinking of Mr. Fu's angry roar when he ran for his life, Zhang Jun couldn't help but shudder. This is the terror of Taoist Miaozhen.

It's hard for you to tell whether these are coincidences or whether he had already figured them out early. After all, the Taoist temple was the blueprint given by him, and the senior brother was the golden body he made himself erect.

These places that seemed inconspicuous before, or even easy to ignore, often come together in such a magical way to produce a chemical-like effect.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun shook his head and did not dare to delve into it in detail, otherwise it would be endless.

Then he glanced at the strange people lying on the ground outside. These people were still alive, but they were possessed by so many evil spirits. I was afraid that they would become seriously ill or even lose several years of their life.

Picking up the phone, he found that the signal had been restored, so he called Xu Xin. Just waiting for the call to be connected, Zhang Jun said without waiting for Xu Xin to speak; "Hurry up, there are a lot of injured people, shout more." The ambulance is coming..."

(End of this chapter)