216. Myoho-renge-yin

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"Without further ado, let's leave tonight! I also have a helper, and she's a formation mage. The male cultivator of the Jindan period is named Mu Kuan, and when he saw Qingyue, he greeted warmly.

"It's okay, let's talk about it in advance, we won't fight the idea of mixing the Yuan Zhong, and the other things will be distributed according to the amount of effort, and the aster flowers will belong to us." Qingyue reminded.

"Don't worry, girl, I understand!"

The two sides made their own demon oaths, and after the three agreed on the time and place of action, they separated.

The mausoleum of the Mu family was built on the Wolong Ridge outside the city, and at dusk, Qingyue and Chonghua came to the bottom of the Wolong Ridge.

Soon, Mu Wan accompanied a female cultivator and also came to the foot of Wolong Ridge.

This female cultivator has soft eyebrows and eyes, and wears a plain white homely dress, but her cultivation is only in the foundation building period.

"This is Mu Yuan." Mu Kuan introduced.

"I've seen two seniors!" The nun owes a bow.

Qingyue and Chonghua nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

In the twilight, pines and cypresses are planted all over Wolong Mountain, and in the dark green pine shadow, a black palace stands abruptly. Standing at the foot of the ridge, you can vaguely see the stone tablet erected on the side of the hall, with the four big characters of "Mu's ancestral hall" written.

Mu Kuan turned around, looked at the solemn ancestral hall, and said with a sarcastic smile: "That is the ancestral hall of the Mu family, which enshrines the ancestral tablets, and behind it is the resting place of the ancestors." As far as we know, formations have been arranged on the entire Wolong Ridge, and anyone who steps into the Wolong Ridge will be reduced to the blood sacrifice of the ancestors of the Mu clan. ā€

"The Mu family has always been the right to survive only if it is strong, but even if it is a strong man, he has planned and calculated for a lifetime, and what he finally got is just such a cold tablet!"

Qingyue and Chonghua didn't speak, and they could see that the formation arranged on Wolong Ridge was very domineering, and anyone who trespassed would not be able to break the formation. You can only bury your bones here.

Mu Yuan looked at the gloomy Wolong Ridge and said, "This is the Twelve Earth Evil Array, which can gather the Yin Evil Qi to form a formation, and at the same time. It can also suppress the evil spirit there. After a while, you will follow me, and whatever you see, do not believe it, let alone act rashly. ā€

"Why is this place unguarded?" Qingyue asked.

Mu Kuan sneered: "Originally, someone was guarding it, but." This place is bitter, tonight, the person who guards the ancestral hall still doesn't know where the wind / flow is happy! ā€

Mu Yuan led the way in front, and the three of them passed through the protective array without danger and stopped in a blank stone tablet behind the ancestral hall.

"It's still very evil! Can you still use your senses? Chonghua asked.

Mu Kuan shook his head and said, "We can't either, let alone divine sense, even spiritual power must be suppressed here." ā€

"There's a hidden formation here." Mu Yuan said, and started to play a few spiritual tricks, and saw that the stele was slowly sinking, and the place where the stele sank. A downward staircase appeared.

The person at the front was replaced by Mu Kuan, and Qingyue and Chonghua followed last.

Unable to use their senses, all four of them took out the moonstone for lighting. In the faint glow, they could only see the red stone steps beneath their feet. It was dark ahead, and it was dark to the left and right.

After about half a cup of tea, the stone steps came to the end, and in front of them was a red stone wall.

Qingyue and Chonghua glanced at each other, and a little solemnity flashed in their eyes.

"It's been too easy for us to go this way!" Qingyue said, "Especially at the entrance. The stele sank obediently, as if it had invited us to come in. ā€

Mu Kuan also reacted: "It's a disaster, let's retreat!" ā€

"It's late! Be careful! Qing Yue immediately shouted, and the colorful phoenix true flame floated out of her body. It collided with something flying in the darkness, and the smell of burnt paste filled the air.

Mu Kuan was shocked: "What is it?" ā€

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a buzzing sound, and those "things" rushed from the darkness on both sides.

"It's a ghost bee! with fire. Chonghua shouted.

Qingyue didn't know what a ghost bee was, but she wanted to come and stick to the ghost word. It's all wicked.

For a time, the fire was blazing. I saw that the ghost bee was the size of a normal bee, but it was black all over, and only a pair of eyes were blood red.

The dense ghost bees pounced into the firelight, and it took a long time to burn it clean.

At this time, only a dull roar sounded overhead, and several people looked up in surprise, only to see stone balls with a diameter of about a foot rolling down the stone steps.

Qingyue and Chonghua immediately dodged to avoid it, and Mu Kuan and Mu Yuan hid to the other side in a hurry.

"Beware of the underground!" Qingyue pulled Chonghua and jumped up, and under the feet of the two of them, sharp thorns jumped out of the ground.

At this time, the stone ball had already rolled down the steps and was stuck by sharp thorns. The two of them landed on the stuck stone ball.

Mu Kuan and Mu Yuan also jumped on the stone ball in embarrassment, and their faces were a little bad.

Chonghua looked at the darkness on both sides and said, "Now that it's impossible, it's impossible to retreat, we have to choose a direction." Are you two following us, or are you going separately from us? ā€

Mu Kuan said: "This place is dangerous, but it is safer for more people." ā€

Chonghua pointed to the right side and said, "Okay, let's go to the right." ā€

Mu Kuan saw that he had chosen simply, and was puzzled: "Why? ā€

Qingyue threw out her jasper flute, enlarged it, Chonghua flew up, stood on the jade flute, and said with a smile in her voice: "Calculate it." ā€

Qing Yue also followed closely, followed by Mu Kuan and Mu Yuan.

Mu Kuan relaxed a little and asked, "Chonghua Daoyou, are you proficient in divination?" ā€

Chonghua smiled: "I know a little bit about it." I learned that the road on the left is safe, but there will be no gain, and it is in vain; Although the road on the right is dangerous, there are also great opportunities, and it is a blessing and a curse. ā€

Mu Kuan didn't know what to say, so he just said, "Daoyou isn't joking, right?" ā€

"Naturally, it's a joke!" Qingyue interjected, "The road on the left is actually a dead end, right?" ā€

Chonghua nodded: "But that's the case." ā€

"Is this a way to live?" Mu Kuan asked.

"Oh, this one is a dead end, too. However, there is still a silver lining in the dead end. "Chonghua Road.

Mu Kuan only felt that his heart was lifted high, and he fell heavily, and his tense nerves relaxed.

The road was not safe, and from time to time, black ghost bees and bats flew towards them. Qingyue released the Phoenix True Flame, her True Fire is the Heavenly Soul Flame, and when she uses fire-based spells, she will be exposed, and she can only use the Phoenix True Flame to defend against the enemy.

Mu Kuan and Mu Yuan also used fire-based spells, but their true fire was limited in its lethality to these ghosts, and they needed Qingyue's support from time to time.

As for Chonghua, he directly took the purple spirit out of the demon beast space, and commanded the squirrel to spit out a thunderball from time to time, but it was the most relaxed one.

The accuracy of the Purple Spirit's thunderball has greatly improved, and the deterrent power of the Thunder Spirit Power on ghosts is also great. As soon as it came out, there were significantly fewer ghosts attacking them.

Jasper Xiao flew a cup of tea, and the hair on the squirrel's body suddenly stood up. Qingyue and the others also sensed that a cold aura flowed out of the darkness in front of them.

The phoenix true flame suddenly expanded, turning into a gorgeous fire phoenix, standing on top of Qingyue's head.

At the same time, the chill around me was even heavier. The four of them were on guard, only to see the figures of translucent long-haired women rushing from around.

Like the demons of legend, these figures rushed up with their hair scattered, their tongues drooping, their fingers wide open, and their long nails as red as blood.

Everyone casts their own means, but they are still mainly based on fire spells. All kinds of talisman spells flew around, barely maintaining the situation.

Mu Kuan took out a large bowl from the storage bag, turned the big bowl upside down, and covered the four people, temporarily isolating the attack of the ghosts.

"Two fellow Daoists, my bowl is a spiritual weapon, and it can be topped with a stick of incense for a long time. Do you have any great ideas? Mu Kuan said.

It was still Chonghua, the fox, who was well-informed, and said: "The things that attack us belong to the category of powerful ghosts. These souls, because they were too resentful in life, do not enter the cycle after death, and still linger in the place where their bones are buried, and plague the living creatures that pass through here. ā€

Qing Yue was shocked and said, "In other words, the ghosts we just saw were all living people who were abandoned here. Are they all funerary goods? ā€

Chonghua said quietly: "Yes, these powerful ghosts actually act as the guardians of this mausoleum. They should give them specially created ghosts to prevent people from robbing the tombs. This method is simple and trouble-free, as long as the martyr is brought into the tomb and tortured by various means, so that his heart will cultivate resentment and hatred, and after death, he will turn into a fierce ghost and guard the spirit. Not only in the cultivation realm, but also in the mundane world. ā€

Mu Kuan looked at Chonghua with admiration: "Daoyou is really well-informed, what you said is right, most of these women are concubines of the tomb owner before his death." When the owner of the tomb did not want to die herself, they turned to other men and simply brought them into the tomb. The Mu family has such a vicious tradition! ā€

Chonghua didn't look indignant, and said lightly: "To deal with this kind of ghost, it is best to use Buddhist cultivation methods." Do any of you know how to play the piano? ā€

Mu Kuan won't know this, Mu Yuan will do a little, and Qingyue will also do a little.

Chonghua took out a guqin from the storage space and said, "I have a chapter score here, called Myoho-renge-yin." This is the song of the Buddhist family that transcends the souls of the dead, and it should have an effect on these powerful ghosts. ā€

As he spoke, he sat down, placed the piano on his lap, and tuned the strings: "Pay attention to my fingering and memorize the score." ā€

The sound of the piano sounded, ethereal and clear, but the ghosts around it were still arrogant, and there was not much change.

"This is Myoho-renge?" Mu Kuan was puzzled, "It's useless!" ā€

Chonghua said: "Of course not. It's just a piece of Myoho-renge, and I don't have compassion and can't play it at all. Now, you guys have a try. (To be continued.) )