In ancient times, the fierce and powerful Zhuxian Sword actually broke the seal from hell, which is enough to show the horror and mystery here.

Xiao Chen and Niu Ren didn't speak for a long time, and many things were not something that people at their level could understand. But it is precisely because they are full of mystery that they hope to become stronger, hoping that one day they can reach that kind of field and be promoted to that kind of state.

Beyond the desolate blood-colored land, Xiao Chen and the others had been walking in the dim underworld for fifteen days, and according to King Chu Jiang, they should be approaching the Nine Hidden Platforms.

Along the way, they were at a gallop, and Xiao Chen couldn't wait to get there immediately to find out what was going on with Keke.

By the sixteenth day, Xiao Chen and the others had traveled more than 100,000 miles, and although they had not yet discovered the so-called Nine Hidden Platforms, they knew that they were infinitely close.

At this time, the faint chanting came into their ears, and there seemed to be a monk chanting in the northwest, and a divine telepathic power fluctuated slightly in the hell.

In this dim Netherworld Mansion, the power of the divine attribute was very obvious and special, so Xiao Chen and they sensed it at the first time.

"Let's go, let's see. "Niu Ren was not born to be a peaceful lord, and he drove the Black Dragon King and Xiao Chen to the northwest together.

After traveling for dozens of miles, the brilliant golden light flowed in, and there was a light ahead, as if the day had descended into hell. It is there that the chanting and prayer originate.

An ancient temple. Flowing like the morning glow, the ancient temples seem to be plated with a layer of golden brilliance, and the endless Buddha power is rippling out from there.

"Hell Ancient Temple!" the fat man said thoughtfully, "Shouldn't the King of Jizo be sitting there?" ”

Xiao Chen and the others didn't really get close, and stood on a brown stone mountain more than twenty miles away.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

An abrupt voice sounded on the stone mountain, behind Xiao Chen's land. They didn't even have any sense before this.

"Sonorous"

The holy sword hidden in the back of the Black Dragon King was unsheathed in an instant, and the holy light enveloped them

Xiao Chen and Niu Ren turned to look back, only to see an old monk standing in front of the cliff behind them, with long snow-white eyebrows hanging from the corners of his eyes to the sides of his cheeks. His skin was dry and yellow, his body was thin, and he stood there quietly like a bamboo pole, clasping his hands together and chanting the Buddha's name.

The gray monk's robe on his body looked like it hadn't been washed for hundreds of years. It was dirty, stained with the traces of time, and a tattered robe had long since lost its original shape, covering the body like a fishing net.

In this gloomy hell, anyone would be surprised to see an old monk suddenly, the moment Xiao Chen and Niu Ren saw it. The first thing that comes to mind is whether the old monk is a human or a ghost.

"You are a true monk. Or is it a ghost monk?" Niu Ren was on guard. The poor monk has been dead for more than 200 years, and he was an ascetic monk back then, and now he temporarily lives in the temple of Jizo Wang. ”

"Ascetic, did you go to the temple of the Jizo King?" asked Niu Ren in surprise.

"The King of Jizo has not shown his true body for thousands of years, and there are countless evil spirits and great demons in hell, so that many ancient temples have been occupied by demons, and the poor monks have to wander around and hide in the ancient temples that the King of Jizo once built with his own hands. The old monk pointed to the sacred and clear place in front of him and said, "That is already the last piece of Buddha land in hell, and all the ancient temples in other places have become demon caves. It is the reappearance of King Jizo. I'm afraid it's hard to take it back. Because it's not just a matter of ghosts and ghosts murderously, because several peerless demons in the yang world have entered hell with their physical bodies. How many donors would you like to return to the ancient temple with the old man?"

"No, no, no. The kindness is received, and we are not going. Niu Ren hurriedly waved his hand and went to the lair with a ghost monk, and he didn't do anything to kill him.

The old monk smiled and said, "You don't need to be afraid, I'm not a fierce ghost, just a monk soul who is dedicated to the Buddha, and there are not all ghost monks in the temple of the King of Jizo, and there are also two old monks who are alive in the line of the King of Jizo." ”

"No, no, no, we still have urgent matters, and we really don't want to bother. Niu Ren said that he didn't want to go.

"Well, the poor monk will not be reluctant. But there is one thing I want to ask for, can I ask the three donors to give each other a few drops of true yang blood, the fierce spirits in hell are too violent, and the ancient temples here are almost impossible to defend recently. ^^

"This ...... All right. Niu Ren and Xiao Chen glanced at each other, and reluctantly agreed, this old ghost monk seems to have unfathomable strength, if you want to murder them, there is no need to go through such a lot of trouble.

In fact, the old monk wanted the blood of the dragon king, and after saving a few drops in the jade bottle, he recited the Buddha's name to express his gratitude.

In the end, he once again invited seriously and sincerely: "When the poor monk is not dead in the body, he cultivates the Great Prophecy Technique, and although he can't completely predict what will happen in the future, he has a little feeling. I feel that there will be a heavy treasure about to be unearthed in the temple of the king of Jizo, which is related to several donors, so I have repeatedly asked for it, and it can be regarded as repaying the kindness of a few people who gave the blood of the true yang. ”

Even the sacred ancient temple is now full of ghost monks, and the little fat man Niu Ren really doesn't want to go, but Xiao Chen decided to go after thinking about it for a while.

As soon as he approached the radiant, sacred and peaceful temple, Xiao Chen knew that the old monk was not lying, because the shroud, the flint drill, and the two stone legs trembled together. This can't help but make him look at the old monk with admiration, this old monk is afraid that the Buddha's power is extraordinary during his lifetime, you must know that the magic power of prophecy is the most mysterious.

Xiao Chen's heart was very uneasy, and he dug out two mysterious stone legs one after another, could it be said that there was going to be a discovery again this time?

Although it is an ancient temple in the underworld, the Zen chanting is grand, the Buddha sound is magnificent, although most of them are ghost monks, but even if they turn into ghosts, they all maintain a body of Buddha power. In a sense, they are no longer Yin spirits, they should be a kind of pure Buddha spirits.

Many old monks saw them enter the temple. Not much to say, each still sitting in the ancient temple, chanting loudly, although it is a ghost monk, but it is more Buddha than many so-called "ascending to the Tao" in the world, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

Slight tremor. The flint drill left Xiao Chen's body and flew silently towards the most deserted ancient temples.

"Boom"

After a while, a trembling sound came out, and several ancient temples collapsed, and the flint man flew back, and Xiao Chen took it in his hand. To his astonishment, he found that there was an additional stone arm that was more than half a finger long.

Many ghost monks heard the sound, and two old monks flew in.

"Who destroyed the ancient temple built by the King of Jizo himself?" The two old monks have skinny bodies, and they are the only two remaining Arhats in the line of King Jizo.

Led Xiao Chen and them to the ghost monk, and stepped forward to send out the slightest mental fluctuation. It's clear

The eyes of the two old monks shot a sharp light, staring at the stone arm in Xiao Chen's hand, and their expressions looked extremely complicated.

One of them trembled and said, "It is rumored that the King of Jizo, who is so merciful and wise, was also once confused, and once muttered to himself that the stone man is one for nine points, and three points for falling into hell. Other than that, no one knows where it came from. As for this arm. Legend has it that King Jizo worshipped and sealed it in the foundation of the ancient temple as a holy relic. Reputedly. The Tongtian Sect Master, who dared to challenge the ancestral god Youchao, left the Zhuxian Sword in hell during the fierce battle with Lao Tzu, and happened to fall on the stone man's body, and finally sighed and failed to pull the Zhuxian Sword away. ”

Hearing such news, Xiao Chen's heart was difficult to calm down, what kind of origin did it seem that ordinary stone people had? Suddenly, he had a whim, and couldn't help but speak: "The stone man should not be the body of the ancestral god Suiren clan, right?"

Although the stone man is small. But the supernatural powers of the ancestral gods are unimaginable. It's not impossible to become like this after dying and petrifying. Moreover, this is the flint who is also a stone tool and has found it. And the shroud also has induction.

The ghost monk who brought Xiao Chen and them here was extraordinary during his lifetime, and he had cultivated the great power of prophecy, if there was no accident, such a person would be able to become a Buddha, and he didn't know why he died and fell into hell. He shook his head and said, "By no means, when the stone man was nine minutes, the ancestral god Suiren clan had not yet had an accident. However, we can get a clue from a certain nameless ancient scripture. When I was in the yang world, I was given a fragment of an ancient scripture, a non-Buddhist scripture, and only the last few pages remained, some of which were very vaguely written. To the effect that several ancestral gods such as the Suiren clan and the Youchao clan once divided a broken stone figure and several stone artifacts equally, I don't know if it is a stone man with nine points. The long stone tool in the hands of the little donor resembles a stone artifact mentioned in the ancient scriptures. ”

Hearing these words, everyone was surprised, and in addition to being surprised, the two flesh-body old monks of the Jizo King's lineage also saluted this ghost monk from the yang world, and at this moment they could already see that he was very unusual.

Xiao Chen was shocked, he thought that the Suiren Drill was a holy object of the ancestral god Suiren Clan's enlightenment, but he didn't expect that it was obtained by the Suiren Clan's chance. From this point of view, this stone figure seems to be really not simple! It gives people infinite reverie......

"Buddhism pays attention to fate, since it is obtained for you, it is appropriate for him to be born. "The two flesh-body old monks of the Dizang King did not embarrass Xiao Chen and them.

Under the guidance of the ghost monk, three days later, Xiao Chen and the others finally came to the Nine Shadows Terrace, and they could already see a huge black shadow like a mountain in the distance.

And in these three days, Xiao Chen was surprised to find that the remnants of the stone man hidden in his internal organs had undergone amazing changes. The lower limbs composed of two stone legs no longer stood upright, and sat down in a cross-knee position. And there was a faint light between the legs and the left arm, and the light Hua made up the other parts of the remnant body, a light figure except for the legs and the left arm were real, the other parts were blurred, he (she) sat quietly in Xiao Chen's chest and abdomen, as if he was practicing silently.

There is no incongruity, it seems to be integrated with Xiao Chen, it is so natural and harmonious. What made Xiao Chen even more unbelievable was that the flint drill, which was helpless even with the golden halberd and the jet-black iron seal, had shrunk to the size of a fingernail, and appeared in the left palm of the stone man of the same size, palms facing the sky, quietly holding it.