Start With Lifting The Restrictions

Start With Lifting The Restrictions Chapter 171

2021-12-04

Chapter 171 Wishing Power

"Lin Guo."

In the dark, far away Yang Chu flew Passing by, I saw at a glance above the city gate of this city, two weather-beaten and mottled traditional characters.

Yang Chu concealed the psionic rays of light on his body, stood in the air, and glanced around the city named "Linguo" under the night sky.

The length and width are only about five or seven miles, which is not too small, but in Yang Chu's knowledge, it is not a big city.

The houses in the city are scattered, and the streets are connected from north to south.

But in Yang Chu's eyes, Linguo County has a desolate and desolate atmosphere. There are large areas of houses in the city that are uninhabited, the streets are overgrown with grass, and there are pavements and various buildings facing the streets. It is also common to be rotten and shabby.

This is the first time Yang Chu has seen a relatively large human town since he traveled to this world. There is no doubt that such a city makes Yang Chu feel that there are traces of human activities.

At first glance, in this gloomy night, it seems that except for the continued popularity of fireworks in the north of Linguo County, there is a dead silence all around, especially quiet and cold.

"This city...is weird!"

Yang Chu's psychic right eye sees the city in the dark night. There is a vague judgment.

He glanced at the tiger demon that was flying and fled in front of him again, body flashed, and followed.

After the tiger demon jumped into the city from outside the city gate, the demon wind of the Innate Divine Ability on its body was lifted again.

However, this time the demon wind did not have the wide range of Zhaoyunling, but shrouded the tiger demon at a distance of about ten meters.

Wherever it goes, flying sand running stone, even if someone stands in front of it, they will only be fascinated by this demon wind and cannot see the real body of the tiger demon.

In the eyes of ordinary people, even if they see a tiger demon, they will probably have the feeling of a demon wind and suddenly disappeared.

"This tiger demon deliberately hides its tracks, but it seems to be a little careful."

Yang Chu saw the tiger demon whip up a gust of wind and enveloped him, not revealing any traces of his own demon. , became more and more curious.

With the Tiger Demon's Great Demon strength in Baiyao Mountain, it is almost impossible for ordinary mortals to pose a threat no matter how many people there are.

Even if it is a military army, without the premise of extraordinary strength, the army of cold weapons wants to deal with such a Great Demon, I am afraid there will not be thousands of thousands of people encircling it, using various ballistas, guns, etc. This kind of appliance is also almost impossible.

But after this tiger demon entered the city, even if there was no one around, its actions had several points of caution.

The demon wind of Huhunhun swept through, like a black smoke passing from the street and the roof.

The sound of the wind and the rustling of sand and gravel, if someone listens to it, I am afraid it will add a fear.

The psionic rays of light on Yang Chu's body have completely disappeared, and the demon wind raised by the tiger demon falls far away.

In just a few short breaths, the tiger demon, which was hidden in the demon wind, ran from the city gate in the west to the north city of Linguo County, and stopped in front of a splendorous and majestic temple. down.

The name of the temple is "Dakong Temple".

The gilded plaque and the vermilion gate look magnificent and rich.

"Temple?"

Yang Chu watched the tiger demon go to the front and back of the temple, the demon wind withdrew, and the figure was no different from an ordinary tiger. With a vertical leap, it moved towards the hole that opened. I jumped in through the gate of the temple, and I was greatly surprised.

“This world is getting more and more interesting.”

Yang Chu looked at the Dakong Temple with a smile on his face.

He thought that the escape of the tiger demon would lead him to the Cave Mansion, the lair of the Great Demon, but didn't expect to jump to this temple in Linguo County.

This temple occupies a vast area, almost half of the northern city of Linguo County is occupied by this temple.

It is not as grand and lofty as the thousand-year-old ancient temple, but its splendorous and majestic are extremely incompatible with this dilapidated Linguo County.

Even standing outside the temple, the bright lights and the lingering smoke can be vaguely seen, and the sound of the wooden fish of knock knock and the sound of chanting scriptures can also be faintly heard.

"In this city, it seems that all the popularity is gathered in this temple."

Yang Chu had previously swept through Linguo County, and it was empty and dilapidated. See you to any living person.

Only in this temple, there is a breath of living people.

"Let's go and have a look."

Yang Chu looked at the open gate of the Dakong Temple, without any fear or dread, Shi Shiran stepped in.

"...If you see a monk, you should wish all living beings to be gentle and quiet after all..."

As soon as he entered the temple gate, Yang Chu suddenly heard a sentence in his ears. A mantra with some strange rhythm.

He could only hear these chanting voices indistinctly outside the temple, but after crossing the gate, the voice suddenly became everywhere, distant and grand, straight into people's brains.

"Well, the frequency of this sound and the information contained in it..."

After Yang Chu briefly listened to a few chanting sutras, he immediately put his psionic energy into the air. Protected his five senses, isolated and stripped the voices of those chanting scriptures.

Then his eyes swept over, and what he saw was behind the gate of the temple, a large open square, densely packed sit cross-legged with thousands of people, men, women and children, all with their knees crossed. While sitting, closing his eyes and chanting, his face was full of piety.

Judging from the clothes of these people, they look like residents of this city. Many of them are as thin as bones, their bodies are as thin as a skin-covered skeleton frame, their cheeks are sunken, and their skin is pale. It looks like a refugee who has endured hunger for a long time.

But even though these people seem to be extremely weak, the thousands of residents still have their eyes closed, their lips move slightly, and they still chant the scriptures.

In addition, Yang Chu glanced over and found that there were actually many mummified corpses in the crowd of densely packed chanting scriptures.

He also looked like he was sitting cross-legged and reciting scriptures, but judging from his clothes and dry skin, it was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.

"These people..."

Yang Chu frowned suddenly, his eyes swept across the crowd of densely packed almost stacked, and then he saw the Hall Of In the main hall of the temple. In front of the Great Strength gate, there were many monks wearing monk robes sitting cross-legged, like the people in the city, young and old.

Many of them are completely dead bones, and the monk robes on their bodies seem to be placed on a bone rack, but the strange thing is that the jaws of these bone racks still move up and down slightly, as if In chanting.

"What is this..."

Yang Chu looked at this rather bizarre scene, and opened his right eye again. after another strange shimmering star, rising from the men, women and children who recited the scriptures and the monks who looked like mummified corpses.

Little by little, it will continue to gather into silk and thread, and finally become a wave like a current, flowing into the Hall Of Great Strength of this temple.

Yang Chu's body quietly left the ground, and walked step by step along the strange shimmering stars and walked into the Hall Of Great Strength of the temple.

In Hall Of Great Strength, the golden light is brilliant, and the sandalwood incense rises.

However, this temple is not the same as ordinary temples. I searched all over the Hall Of Great Strength, but I couldn't see a single Buddha statue, Arhat.

In the entire Hall Of Great Strength, there is only one high platform that seems to be made of gilt.

On the high platform, a kind-hearted old monk sits cross-legged on a futon. The old monk's ears are dangling from his shoulders, he is wearing a golden monk's robe, and his whole body is shimmering with golden light, just like a golden man.

Standing high on the stage, rosary with left hand, right hand tapping wooden fish lightly.

The demeanor is peaceful, just like the Buddha's Pudu.

Under the high platform, there are circles of mummy corpses inside and outside, filling the entire Hall Of Great Strength, and even some corner tables and chairs, there are silhouettes entrenched.

The inside of these mummified corpses is not much different from the outside world. They are rich and noble families in gorgeous clothes, or ascetic monks in ragged robes, or street people in rough blouses, or back carrying A hero with a long sword weapon, and even, there are many hideous and ugly demons that can be seen at a glance.

All of them are like mummified corpses, but their mouths are trembling slightly, and they seem to emit a weak and inaudible Sanskrit sound, moving towards the old monk who occupies the high platform.

And the tiger demon that Yang Chu chased all the way, after entering the temple, like other mummified corpses, under the old monk's high platform with golden light, he took the appearance of a bald one-eyed giant brawny man, Chant the scriptures together.

It seems that the tiger demon has completely let go of his pursuit of Yang Chu after entering this temple and can be ignored.

In fact, from the time Yang Chu entered the temple to the time he entered the Hall Of Great Strength, all the people who recited the scriptures, whether it was an ordinary person in the form of a refugee, or a mummified corpse. A lot of weirdness, no one pays attention to Yang Chu.

It seems that in the eyes of these mummified corpses and ordinary people, Yang Chu has nothing to do with them at all, only chanting scriptures is serious.

And with the chanting of the tiger demon, Yang Chu's psychic right eye can clearly see some starlight energy, floating from the tiger demon and flowing into the high platform. in the body of the old monk.

"...it's this thing again..."

Yang Chu looked at the little light rising from the tiger demon's body, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and his psychic energy spread out like a big net. , from the top of a monk's mummified corpse beside him, he captured the shimmer of the extreme golden in his hand.

The golden shimmer wrapped in psychic energy, in Yang Chu's hands, is like a firefly in a bottle, flickering.

Yang Chu's psychic energy eroded into the shimmering light, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

His psychic energy seemed to be able to analyze these shimmering lights, but after analyzing it, he found that the energy of this shimmering light contained a personal will far exceeding the demon power.

The will is a bit muddled, it seems to be praying, it seems to be praying, a bit fuzzy.

What surprised Yang Chu even more was that this energy body, he seemed to be able to absorb it through the constructed psionic texture, but after absorbing it, there would be more complicated things like emotions, trying to influence the energy. to his brain and body.

"It's really interesting."

Yang Chu crushed and absorbed the little golden light, vaguely guessing what these things gathered around the old monk.

He glanced at the old monk who looked like a sculpture, just chanting sutras and beating beads on the wooden fish, and suddenly stretched out his hand and looked forward again.

The big hand transformed by psionic energy appeared instantly, grabbing the tiger demon sitting cross-legged in front of the high platform in his hand.

This is what Yang Chu had promised before to completely destroy the Great Demons in the Hundred Demon Mountains. Now that all the other Great Demons have given their heads, he can't give up the last Tiger Demon.

The tiger demon, both eyes slightly closed, seemed to be unaware of Yang Chu's movements, or even noticed and did not react at all.

"Well, didn't you respond?"

Yang Chu was more and more surprised to see the tiger demon, in addition to sending you some scriptures, with his eyes closed and waiting to die.

It's just that he didn't hesitate in his shot. The big hand transformed by psionic energy suddenly increased its strength and lifted the giant man transformed into tiger demon. When the person was in the air, the psychic energy immediately began to erode its flesh, essence and essence. Demon power.

"Alas—"

However, at this moment, a long sigh sounded.

Sitting on the high platform, the old monk who looked like he was made of pure gold suddenly stopped singing and let out a long sigh.

After the old monks on the high platform stopped chanting sutras, all the sounds of chanting sutras in Hall Of Great Strength and Dakong Temple stopped together.

The old monk with golden glimmer on his body sighed, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yang Chu, said with a slight smile: "Donor, this is the old monk listening to the scriptures. Can you leave him alive?"

After the old monk said this, thousands of eyes from inside and outside Hall Of Great Strength seemed to move towards Yang Chu Qi. Shushu looked over.

Some of the mummified corpses had sunken eyes and no longer had eyeballs, but they still looked in the direction of Yang Chu as if they could see.

And those who are still alive and visible, their eyes opened wide one by one, looking at Yang Chu calmly but indifferently.

It seems that the old monk's every move affects the people who chant scriptures inside and outside the Dakong Temple.

It's unspeakably weird.

"You raised this tiger demon?"

Yang Chu didn't care about the countless lines of sight falling on him, but stopped the psychic erosion of the tiger demon , The man stood in the air and glanced at the old monk on the high platform lightly.

"Lu Geng, the benefactor of Lu, was not raised by an old monk. In the past, it was the young son of a fierce beast in the mountains. After a hunter in Pingyang Village shot and killed his beast mother, he was adopted by the hunter. Later, the hunter was killed. After the disaster, Shizhu Lu returned to the mountains and forests. After that, Shizhu Lu became a demon, cannibalizing people in Linguo County, and was met by an old monk, who was enlightened."

Burning golden light all over, looking at The old monk, who looked like Arhat Buddha in the temple, said in a calm and peaceful voice, "Since then, Shizhu Lu returned to the Hundred Demon Mountains to rule over the group of demons. The old monk never stopped him. I am the protector of the Dharma under my seat. I also ask the donor..."

"Ha..."

Yang Chu chuckled, and suddenly the psionic energy in his hand flourished, and it was unexpectedly long. After the monk finished speaking, he absorbed all the flesh and blood of the tiger demon and all the demon power.

"The benefactor is so serious about killing!"

The golden old monk clasped his hands together, looking at the tiger demon that was absorbed by Yang Chu and was left with only a skin and bones, and then again. shook the head.

"Killing your heart?"

Yang Chu gently took a deep breath, turning the demonic power and flesh and blood essence of the tiger demon into psionic energy, creating a third psychic energy organs, and looked at the old monk who showed a state of compassion, indifferently said, "You draw the incense of the willpower of the people in this city, and your murderous intention is afraid that it is bigger than me?"

( End of this chapter)