As I roared in rage, the space around me seemed to distort, and the scenery kept changing.

After a whirling feeling of dizziness, I looked around and saw that I was no longer in the car, but alone in front of the steps at the foot of the mountain.

Looking up, you can faintly see the ancient temple in the clouds and mist, and the huge and vigorous Bodhi tree on the mountainside.

Damn, what's the situation?

Is this a dream or is it real?

I was a little dumbfounded, and subconsciously pinched myself, it hurt, this is definitely not a dream!

Am I in the middle of that weird picture?

That old immortal thing tricked me, and I don't know what means he used to get me into this picture.

Just as I was scolding the hunchbacked old man in my heart, a terrible roar came from behind me.

I subconsciously looked back, my heart trembled violently, and a cold sweat broke out.

Dense and hideous ghosts roared, and there were countless fierce ghosts and fierce spirits at the foot of the mountain, some barely able to maintain their human form, and some were huge, bloated, ugly and weird, even if my nerves were honed a lot during this time, I couldn't help but be startled after seeing this scene.

However, the monstrous demons did not seem to be able to get close to the steps at the foot of the mountain, and could only roar around them.

There were also some blue-faced and fanged demons crushed under the mountain, struggling hard, but to no avail, all struggles were in vain.

Bursts of Buddhist chanting came from the mountainside, majestic and solemn, as if to soothe and purify these evil spirits at the foot of the mountain.

After hearing this Buddha chanting, my mind was a little trance-like, and I inexplicably had an urge to kneel and worship. However, as soon as this thought rose in my heart, a black flame suddenly burst out around me, directly annihilating this impulse in my heart.

It may have been stimulated by the black flames that came out of my body, and the Buddha chanting from the mountainside became even louder and louder, and the many evil spirits at the foot of the mountain roared even more violently, all showing painful appearances.

Even, some evil ghosts who were relatively close to the foot of the mountain knelt directly to the ground, their palms trembled and folded, and their hideous faces showed a slight soft color, which was a bit devout to the Buddha.

What is this?

Forcible conversion?

I frowned and looked up the mountainside, took a deep breath, and walked up the stairs.

I don't know what's strange about it, or what it means for me to come in, but I know that if you want to leave it, you have to get rid of the old monk on the mountainside.

As I walked towards the mountainside step by step, the Buddha chanting became more and more magnificent, although the black flames around me could block the inexplicable urge to kneel in my heart, but as I continued to approach the mountainside, the obstacle of an invisible force became stronger, as if an invisible mountain pressed on my shoulders, making me feel breathless.

When I was still more than ten feet away from the old Bodhi tree on the mountainside, the invisible sense of oppression suddenly increased, and I stumbled a little, snorted, and almost fell to my knees.

The black flames around me swelled, constantly changing and distorting, faintly forming a vague outline of a black lotus, and the rhizomes danced wildly, instantly reducing my pressure.

I gasped for a moment, and when the pressure was reduced, I rushed out with an arrow step, and in the blink of an eye, I crossed a distance of several zhang and came to the foot of the huge Bodhi tree.

When I came to the rest of the old monk's seat, the Buddha's chanting disappeared, and the old monk, whose snow-white eyebrows and beard were about to fall to the ground, opened his eyes leisurely.

His eyes were pure, like the eyes of a baby, without the slightest impurity.

Looking at such eyes, I seemed to be able to see the dark and ugly side of me from his eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a little ashamed and disgusted with myself......

"Peng~"

The flame black lotus around me swelled again, becoming more condensed, and the strange emotions that had arisen in my heart instantly dissipated.

I looked at the old monk in front of me vigilantly, and almost fell me with just one look, this old monk's perversion was definitely not weaker than that of the hunchbacked old man.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk looked at me and said in a calm and leisurely tone: "After a long time, we will meet again, can we have some understanding?" ”

"What?"

I was slightly stunned, looked at the old monk, frowned and said, "Old monk, have we met?" ”

I don't have this old monk in my memory, and I'm pretty sure I've never met him, but listening to the meaning of his words, it seems familiar to me.

The old monk did not respond to my words, stared at me with pure eyes, and said lightly: "Twenty years ago, you should have entered the underworld, but something went wrong, meet again today, and ask the question of the year again." The eight hardships of life, you are deeply in love and parting and can't ask, and now you can understand? ”

I understand your uncle!

What is this old monk talking about?