Invincible from the start

Chapter 67 The Gate of Hell

In the middle of the month, on the fifteenth day, the moon rises, and the full moon hangs in the sky.

In Fengdu, thousands of houses are brightly lit, the streets and alleys are filled with red lanterns, and the night market is full of people coming and going, which is very lively.

Everyone is doing what they did in their lifetime, and their faces are full of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, with different expressions. This kind of situation, they will continue, and it will last forever with Feng.

No one has thought, and no one will think, whether it is possible to get out of Fengdu.

The yin and yang tree appeared and disappeared under the moonlight, and the red radish stood under the tree. Master Qin had already deployed it. After the ghost gate that absorbed the essence of the moon reached the approaching point, a white mist rose under the moon and turned into a long The tunnel leads directly to the city gate of Fengdu.

This road is specially for ghosts to walk.

Hong Yiluo looked calm, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her anxiety, she was waiting, waiting for that person.

Gradually, a figure appeared at the other end of the tunnel, walking towards this side, and then more and more figures appeared.

There were men, women and children of all ages, and the ethereal soul walked slowly, and the beautiful eyes of the red-clothed luo turned around, looking at more and more people, feeling more and more disappointed in her heart, and she didn't wait for the person she wanted to wait for.

These lonely and wild ghosts look dull, everyone is attracted by the breath of the ghost gate, there is no consciousness in their minds, they only know that they are dead, and then they keep wandering in the world, just like this, there will never be an end.

Hong Yiluo fetched clear water from the wooden barrels that had been prepared earlier, and used spells to let these people drink it at the same time.

Clear water is made from the branches of the Yin-Yang tree, and it is used to symbolize the side of death. The withered branches and leaves can make these ghosts forget that they have died once, and when they wake up, they will find that they are still alive. In Fengduzhong, he continued to do what he had done during his lifetime.

Su Heng found a wine shop in Fengdu and sat quietly, no one noticed his existence.

After each lonely ghost drinks clear water and enters Fengdu, the system will send a reminder that after completing the super-salvation, the lifespan will be increased by one, and such reminders keep appearing.

Su Heng glanced at the three-storey Qingyu Building opposite the wine shop, and remained silent. Hong Yiluo made this specially, saying that if Li Feiyun's soul came here, she would live with Li Feiyun in Qingyu Building, recalling the good times.

Su Heng didn't think too much, stood up, and went to Yunzhou. The Nether Ghost King persuaded him many times that every time Motuo appeared, his strength would be stronger, and he must be eliminated before he fully grew up, otherwise there would be no more people in the world. No one can cure him.

In fact, Su Heng really wanted to give this so-called Motuo a chance to grow up. After being invincible for a long time, he was really lonely...

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Yunzhou, Changsheng Temple, evening drums and morning bells.

Every morning, the little monk in the temple will ring the big bell on time, and the sound of dong dong dong spreads throughout the temple.

In the Rakshasa Hall, Kong Yang sat cross-legged, knocking on the wooden fish, with a pious expression on his face.

The old abbot Shi Xinxuan stepped into the hall, looking at Kongyang, his expression was very complicated, more of a tangled one, as an eminent monk, he had long been neither happy with things nor sad with himself, but now, his heart is really messed up .

"Amitabha, senior brother has something on his mind." Kong Yang narrowed his eyes and continued to knock on the wooden fish, but he keenly felt that there was something wrong with Shi Xinxuan.

Shi Xinxuan was silent for a moment, then asked: "Have you ever noticed anything wrong recently?"

Kong Yang thought for a moment, and replied: "I have never done it before, but I always feel a little tired recently, I guess I will be fine after a short rest."

Shi Xinxuan opened his mouth, but he still didn't say what he said. Kong Yang is a genius who has never been born in the Changsheng Temple for a hundred years. He didn't know whether he should say some words. Say it, but Kong Yang doesn't know it, if you say it, it will not only damage the reputation of Changsheng Temple, but also destroy Kong Yang.

Shi Xinxuan was silent, Kong Yang continued to recite the scriptures, his voice was very gentle, not rushing, adding a trace of holiness to the whole hall, like the light of Buddha.

Shi Xinxuan was relieved that Kong Yang was indeed the person closest to the Buddha since the establishment of the Changsheng Temple. How could such a person be the evil Motuo?Presumably, I must have read it wrong not long ago.Shi Xinxuan comforted himself like this, but there was always a thorn in his heart.

The sound of Zen in the Rakshasa Hall is slow, and the eight-armed Buddha in the hall is kind and amiable. Everything looks quiet and peaceful, without a trace of blemish.

Just when Shi Xinxuan was about to turn around and leave, the atmosphere in the Rakshasa Hall suddenly changed. The previously peaceful and peaceful atmosphere became irritable. Kong Yang recited scriptures faster and faster, and many beads of sweat fell from his forehead at a rapid rate. , Wet the monk's robe.

A black mist appeared out of nowhere in the hall, and slowly diffused to the surroundings. The entire Rakshasa Hall was enveloped by a black mist. Shi Xinxuan sensed that something was wrong, and became vigilant. He even found that the eight-armed Buddha in the hall appeared again When he looked at it, he was no longer kind and amiable, but showed a weird and creepy smile.

A streak of black air appeared in front of Shi Xinxuan, the black air gathered lightly, and it actually took the shape of a human.

A very young monk, dressed in black robes, smiled strangely at Shi Xinxuan.

Mo Tuo!

Although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, such a word came to Shi Xinxuan's mind. When he looked carefully, he found that this Motuo was exactly the Kongyang when he was young!

"Amitabha, Master Abbot is drowning in the sea of ​​suffering, why don't you turn around and worship my Buddha?" Mo Tuo clasped his hands together and performed a very standard Buddhist salute to Shi Xinxuan.

Shi Xinxuan glanced at Kong Yang, who was not aware of it at all, and was still sitting on the spot reciting scriptures, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

"Where is your Buddha from?" Shi Xinxuan looked at Motuo seriously. The battle between Taoism and Buddha has been fought for so many years without success, and now another Motuo appeared out of thin air. A heart sank.

Mo Tuo said: "I am the Buddha, and the Buddha is me."

"Arrogance!" Shi Xinxuan showed anger, he hated people disrespecting Buddha the most.

Mo Tuo smiled and pointed at Kongyang: "He is the most outstanding disciple of your Changsheng Temple, and you call him the person who is closest to the Buddha. He was born with the Buddha's light in his body, and when he was enlightened, the Buddha's Dharma reached heaven. People who have questioned the Buddha you believe in, you said, what else is there to offer to the Buddha you talk about?"

Shi Xinxuan was speechless, if Kong Yang would not doubt, there would be no inner demons, let alone the current Mo Tuo, as Mo Tuo said, Kong Yang had already questioned the Buddha in his heart.

The most outstanding disciple of Changsheng Temple, the future abbot candidate, actually questioned his own beliefs, which is really ridiculous.

PS: Thanks to 'Youth is Grid' for the reward of [-] coins, to 'Youth Without a Sword' for the reward of [-] coins, to 'BSBcool' for the reward of [-] coins, and to the three of you, thank you!
I also read Grid’s suggestion, it’s very good, I thought about it before writing this book, I just wanted to create a bigger world view, a bigger situation, otherwise I wouldn’t have developed from a martial arts world view to this kind of world view similar to cultivating immortals, There will be no underworld, but after a long time of entanglement and hesitation, I have not written a pen. Now that I think about it, I am a little rigid. I don’t care. Now that I think about it, let’s do it. There is always a dream of turning over.Thank you Grid, otherwise I guess I'm still struggling...

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