Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

Chapter 335 The Ghost Emperor Shakya of the South Sea

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, all the monks and ghosts including Maha took a step back.

“You… are you the one who made the king of runners wanted in the entire underworld?”

“To dare to trespass on my ghost island, really brave!”

“I always respect the monks, even though you are ghosts.”

Xiao Lin said lightly: “This emperor only wants to find the ghost emperor Sakyamuni on this trip. It has nothing to do with you.”

“So, I hope you guys retreat quickly and don’t force this emperor to kill.”

“A delusion!”

Maha held the stick in his hand and shouted angrily, “Master Shakya is not only the master of my Ghost Buddha Island, but also the art teacher of me and the other monks!”

“You fanatic wished to hurt your teacher, so you stepped on the body of the poor monk first!”

After that, Maha shouted angrily, dragged the stick upside down and rushed forward, smashing his head and face to Xiao Lin’s door.

Xiao Lin sighed slightly, offering a sword of God’s Blessing in his palm, a coldness shot in his eyes.

“If that’s the case, don’t blame the emperor for being merciless!”

What Xiao Lin had just said was true-whether it was in his previous life or in this life, he has always respected the Three Treasures of the Buddha and Heaven.

Therefore, Xiao Lin’s greatest respect for these loyal and brave monks, but their masters, is that they do not apply ghost and spiritual skills, and only use physical skills to fight against them.

When it comes to physical skills, Xiao Lin is a unique existence, whether in the world or in the underworld.

The monks and ghosts were not afraid of life and death, and rushed towards Xiao Lin with their wooden sticks, but they were all beaten back by Xiao Lin, but they could not even touch the corners of his clothes.

“Hahaha, have a great fight!”

As he continued to swing his fists in close hands, a layer of fine sweat leaked out of Xiao Lin’s forehead.

There was an excited smile at the corner of his mouth, his hands suddenly folded across his chest, and the Spirit Power all over his body set off layers of waves, and his body slowly floated into the air.

“Since you, as monks, are still so brave and fierce, this emperor will replace the Buddha’s Three Treasures, good fortune, etc.!”

Two white balls of light condensed in the palms of his hands, absorbing the energy of the Buddha spirit between the heavens and the earth, and gradually turning into a pale yellow.

“Spiritual skills, the Buddha gathers spirits!”

Xiao Linzhen yelled, his ten fingers swiftly moved in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, he swiped thousands of times in a flash, imagining six big characters composed of golden light in mid-air.

“This is…….”

Seeing these six golden characters, Maha and the other monks and ghosts were all stunned, their eyes widened in disbelief.

“Six-character Daming Curse!”

What Xiao Lin wrote in midair was the supreme six-character mantra of the Buddhist school.

Om Mani Padme Hum!

Feeling the strong killing intent and oppression of the golden light, Maha and other monks were not panicked, but were so excited that they wept with joy.

“Unexpectedly, this yang person actually possesses the true form of the Buddha.”

With tears in his eyes, Maha muttered to himself: “It will be worthwhile for the poor monk to walk through this mundane world if he can die by the hands of the Buddha…”

Seeing the six-character Daming curse slowly descending, all these hundreds of monks and ghosts will be crushed into powder.

Suddenly there was a loud shout from the horizon, resounding in every corner of the entire Ghost Buddha Island.

“Bold rats, using black magic to hurt my followers, it’s really rampant!”

Xiao Lin was startled slightly and couldn’t help but raised his head.

In the next second, I saw a golden shadow flickering from a distance, standing under the six-character Daming curse.

In this dazzling golden light, a burly fat monk was wrapped.

The monk was two meters in length and was born with a big round waist and a bearish waist. He carried a thick and long Zen stick in his hand, and his image was almost like that of Lu Zhishen who was pulling a willow upside down.

Xiao Lin narrowed his eyes slightly-this monk who had reached the Third Stage of the Immortal Ghost, must be the ghost emperor Sakyamuni of the South China Sea he was looking for.

Shakya Ghost Emperor stood in front of the monks, squinted his eyes and looked at the six-character Daming curse above, suddenly raised his hands, and shouted: “Ghosts, immortal golden bodies!”

The golden light on his body quickly soared tens of meters high, like yellow sand all over the sky, and instantly enveloped the six-character Great Ming curse offered by Xiao Lin.

Under the golden light, the power of the Six-character Daming Mantra was instantly absorbed, like a clay cow entering the sea, failing to make the slightest disturbance.

“Master Shakya!”

When the Maha monks saw this, they all clenched their fists excitedly and knelt down on one knee.

“We are grateful for your life-saving grace!”

The ghost emperor Shakya retracted the golden light to his side, walked slowly in front of Xiao Lin, and said in a deep voice, “Who are you? Why did you invade the ghost island of the poor monk?”

“I just introduced myself.”

Xiao Lin said lightly: “I never repeat the same words twice.”

Maha cautiously stepped forward and whispered to the ghost emperor Sakyamuni: “Master Sakyamuni, this person is the yang man who killed King Qin Guang and made trouble on the 18th floor of The Underworld, Emperor Xiao Lin.”

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of Sakyamuni Ghost Emperor, but it was fleeting.

“Xiao Lin, Emperor Ming, admiring his great name for a long time.”

“As far as the poor monk knows, you came to the underworld this time to save your subordinates in The Underworld on the eighteenth floor.”

“The poor monk and you have no grievances in the past, and you have had no grudges recently, but you trespassed on the territory of my Ghost Buddha Island and wanted to kill the congregation of the poor monks. What is the reason?!”

“Emperor Sakyamuni, to tell you the truth, I came to Ghost Buddha Island on this trip, originally intending to borrow something from you.”

Xiao Lin said lightly: “But on the way here, I changed my mind.”

“As one of the five ghost emperors, you are also a disciple of Buddhism. You should be compassionate, benefit the common people, and cultivate a clear reputation, peach and plum world, is the right way.”

“But instead of saving the common people, you have dropped the snow of extinction one after another, carrying the resentful spirits of countless ghosts around the South China Sea. Your bloodthirsty and brutal behavior is simply insulting the word Buddhism!”

After listening to Xiao Lin’s words, Sakyamuni Ghost emperor froze for a long time, and couldn’t help but raise his head and laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Xiao Lin asked with a frown.

“The poor monk laughs at the Cultivation Base is unfathomable, yet he speaks such childlike innocence.”

Sakyamuni Ghost Emperor smiled and said, “Have you ever heard a saying-killing lives is protecting lives, killing karma is not killing people?”

“Of course I have heard of it.”

Xiao Lin squinted his eyes slightly: “Buddhism pays attention to extermination of evil people, that is, good thoughts, but you have fallen the snow of extinction, and the massacres are all innocent civilians. Can it also be called protecting lives and cutting karma?”

“Your excellency is wrong, listen to the poor monk.”

Sakyamuni Ghost Emperor smiled and said, “You have not been here for a short time. Do you know how many residents are there in this underworld?”

Xiao Lin paused slightly and was speechless for a while.

“Can’t answer? I can tell you if I can’t answer.”

The ghost emperor Sakyamuni said in a deep voice: “In the underworld, there are now 70 million dead souls of various races, living in different places in the underworld, plus our original ghost people, this number will have to be ascending to one hundred thousand. .”

“Every year there are tens of millions of dead people in the world. After coming to the underworld, they are intoxicated in the peaceful life of Fengdu ghost town or various ghost towns, and are unwilling to reincarnate.”