The first cause of all realms

Chapter 209 Whose Ritual?
"Little devil..."

Fang Qidao let out a miserable laugh.

Now I cover my face with disheveled hair, covered in blood and dust, and look like a bereaved dog. Isn't it just like a little ghost?

The anger in his heart turned into desolation before it arose, Fang Qidao staggered forward a few steps, looking at the ancient house with its closed door, his eyes just flashed.

He flew up, and under the gaze of all the astonished and strange eyes, he climbed into the wall.

"Huh~"

"Another lifeless person."

"You dare to enter the ghost villa, you stupid idiot who doesn't know how to live..."

Under the lantern flickering like a will-o'-the-wisp, dozens of people had different expressions, some were calm, some were sneering, some were shaking their heads, and some were indifferent.

But no one stopped him.

A young monk wanted to say something, but the old monk beside him held his arm and shook his head, motioning him to keep silent.

"You can't stop it."

The old monk glanced at the gloomy old house lightly, and was about to close his eyes when his heart suddenly moved.

The rest of the people also seemed to be aware of it, and looked at it one after another.

Just outside the deep valley, there was the howling of the wind, and a man leaping on horseback and holding a bow, was tens or hundreds of feet away, but he could still feel the cold and sharp edge.

"Another one?"

Someone muttered to himself in surprise.

"What the hell is this place?"

The moment he stepped into the deep valley, Yang Jue's heart skipped a beat, he reined in his horse and stopped, his eyes glanced over the dozen or so people in the open space, and looked at the eerie haunted house.

One step away.

Before stepping into the deep valley, everything was as usual, but the moment he stepped into the valley, his spine felt a chill, and an inexplicable aura instantly made him feel like an enemy.

"Yang Prison?"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Yang Ju came back to his senses in an instant, and looked at the startled little monk in the corner, his expression also stunned:
"It's you?"

It was a thin young monk, and beside him was an even thinner old monk.

But it was the old monk Hui'an who had met once before, and Liu Qingqing, of course, the young monk named 'Su Ming' now.

"Yang, benefactor Yang. Do not enter this house randomly."

Seeing Yang Jue looking at the house, Su Ming's face tightened slightly, not knowing that he came after the man before him.

"thanks for reminding."

Yang Ju got off his horse and led the trembling dragon horse towards the open space. He glanced over from the corner of his eye and looked at the others.

What surprised him was that among these people, there was actually an acquaintance.

Although he has a disguise and lowers his head to cover his face, how can he hide it from him?

"Is it possible to get out of Jinyiwei's prison? Or is there something wrong with Qitou?"

Yang Jue was pondering in his heart.

He didn't choose to rush into the house directly, although he knew that Fang Qidao must have rushed into it, but he could also see something from the expressions of these people.

That is, the old house is very dangerous.

"It was less than a year after the last farewell, but Master Yang's martial arts has improved again..."

Seeing Yang Qiu approaching, the old monk Hui'an folded his hands together and recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, his heart was a little moved.

Others couldn't see anything, but he could see clearly.

The blood-stained defeated dog before was actually a great master.

"Slight progress, how can it be worthy of the master's praise?"

Yang Jue looked around, and his eyes fell on the old house that gave him a chill:

"May I ask Master, what is so special about this house?"

In the open space, there are many masters.

Except for this unfathomable old monk, there were a few of them who made him aware of the danger.

It goes without saying that such a master must have a purpose for guarding in this deep mountain and old forest, and it must be related to this house.

"It turned out to be Lord Yang."

Before the old monk could speak, not far away, someone seemed to have recognized Yang Qiu, and he said with cupped fists, a smile on his rich face:

"This house is called Ghost Villa..."

The fat man smiled, but spoke very quickly.

This house was discovered by a group of herb pickers, but it was a heavy rain that caused the valley to collapse here. This house is in the middle of the mountain, which is amazing.

Although the house is old, it was not damaged by the landslide.

"...Most of the herb collectors were killed or injured. The few who survived also said they had encountered ghosts and seemed to be insane. Not long after they returned, they were all killed.

It's a very dangerous place indeed. "

When the fat man said this, his tone paused, and he said:

"As for what's in here, I have to ask the master. He came from a long distance, and I think he knows a lot about this place."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of everyone present fell on the old monk.

There are fears and suspicions.

"Which one are you?"

Yang Jue spoke suddenly, his cold eyes fell on the fat man.

The fat man's face froze, and his smile couldn't hold back:
"Under Wang Fu..."

"Wang Fu?"

Yang Jue changed his mind, he didn't seem to have thought of such a person, but many of them seemed to be headed by this fat man...

"Amitabha."

At this time, the old monk Hui'an recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, looked up at the gloomy night without stars and moon, and said slowly:

"You guys have made up your mind to know?"

In a year, there are not a few people who come here to the deep valley, but those who have the perseverance to stay until now must be those who know something.

"It's hard to persuade the damn ghost, no matter what, no matter..."

Thinking in his heart, the old monk spoke, but the first sentence he said was to Yang Yu:

"Based on Master Yang's character, since the murderer has come here, he won't turn back if he doesn't see the man's body?"

"good."

Yang Yu nodded.

Although this house is weird, there are quite a few ways to save one's life, so one might not be able to escape from this house.

You know, he took the initiative to escape here.

Of course, the most important thing is that Yang Qiu is also interested in this house.

He also recollected that inexplicable aura at this time, and the aura on Ji Longshan's body before he died that day was somewhat similar to this.

This is not the breath of Dao Fruit, but more like the breath of 'ceremony'.

Is someone holding a ceremony in this house?

"In that case..."

Hui'an nodded, no more persuasion, and calmly said:

"This house is not a good place, and it is not even a creation of this world. It is very different from ordinary civil buildings. The breath hurts the body and blood. Not to mention stepping into it, even if it is a little closer, it will be harmed by it... "

"Isn't it a creation of this world?"

Yang Jue's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at the others from the corner of his eye, only to realize that this group of people seemed to have expected it long ago, and there was no surprise at all.

"Yes, this house comes from another place. In terms of Buddhist scriptures, it comes from the 'Buddhist world'; in terms of Taoism, it comes from the fairy world..."

Hui'an spoke slowly, as if teaching his disciples:

"Of course, some people call it 'Sky Sea Realm'!"

Sky Sea Realm!
Hearing these words, the expressions of all the people present changed. Although they restrained themselves, they did not hide from Yang Ju's perception.

"This group of people actually know about the Sky Sea Realm..."

Yang Yu's heart sank slightly.

But what is known must not become a secret, he is very clear.

If the Sky Sea Realm existed for a long time, it would definitely be known by many people, but if it wasn't for the old man, with his previous status, he wouldn't be able to get in touch with the secrets of the 'Sky Sea Realm'.

These people, actually know?
"Master, does this house really come from the Sky Sea Realm?"

Someone spoke.

This person, wearing a big cloak, had no facial expression, sat alone in a corner and had never spoken before. When he opened his mouth at this moment, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"Probably not."

Hui'an didn't finish his sentence, and didn't care about being interrupted, so he responded calmly and continued:

"The bricks, stones and wood are all the old monk has never seen in his life, but they fit some rumors in the Buddhist scriptures. It is speculated that they come from the upper realm, which should not be bad."

'Sky Sea Realm...'

Yang Jue clenched his longbow tightly, his breathing changed slightly.

He has really been to the Tianhai Realm, and after he came back, he also specially collected rumors and legends about the "Immortal Realm", "Buddha Realm", and "Heaven Realm".

He found that if it was assumed that the places where the gods and Buddhas lived in the legends really existed, then the Sky Sea Realm was very likely to be such a place.

But how could things from the Sky Sea Realm appear in this world?
"Conjecture?"

Someone couldn't help it:

"Old monk, don't talk nonsense if you don't know! This ghost villa comes from the nether world of the upper world. It is said that it is a place where ghosts and gods suppress evil spirits.

The marks in Daozang are very clear! "

Many of them have been entrenched here for more than half a year, and their minds are the most sensitive. When they heard the speculation, they were immediately unhappy.

Immediately, someone interrupted the old monk's words.

"In the Tianyuan calendar, in the 4000 years, there was a demon that entered the world, breathing out its anger, and causing all kinds of killings. There was a city god who asked the underworld to ask for the help of ghosts and gods to suppress the 'Xiemei Mountain'!"

"This Xiemei Mountain is located here. Later, due to the operation of the earth dragon, it was merged into the Changliu Mountain Range!"

"You old monk has to hesitate to talk about a single sentence, and you are so confused, it really makes my mother sick!"

The rough voice came from a burly woman who was eight feet away.

This woman is wearing a close-fitting bunt, and her strong body cannot be concealed. It is self-evident that she must be a person who has achieved success in horizontal training.

And this person is also the master who made Yang Qiu aware of the danger.

Among the ten people above the open space, except for the unfathomable old monk, perhaps she is the strongest.

"It's still Aunt Su's coolness!"

Seeing the woman open her mouth, naturally someone agreed.

"Fuck you! Who's the old bastard with a face full of dead spots?"

When Aunt Su heard the words, she was furious, and the face of the agreeable person was drooling, and she retreated in embarrassment, not daring to speak again.

"The benefactor is right."

Being contradicted in this way, Hui'an is not angry, rather resigned:

"The old monk has been reading the Buddhist scriptures for a long time, and his words are inevitably a bit mysterious. It is not as simple and direct as the female benefactor. The ancient house here is indeed a place to suppress evil spirits. However, it is not ghosts and gods who suppressed this beast, but my Buddhist Dharma protector. !"

"laugh!"

Aunt Su sneered, she was too lazy to debate this issue with him, and said straight to the point:

"Since that's the case, if it's something from ghosts and gods in this ghost villa, I'll take it, if it's something from Buddhism, I can dispose of it as you like, how about it?!"

"Ok?"

Hearing these words, the old monk felt that there was nothing he could do, but how could the rest be patient?
"Su Jing! You said that, where do you put us?"

"You want to swallow it all yourself, but don't think about it!"

Zheng!
The cold white light flashed past, and then landed heavily, the blade hit the ground, and a thunderous thunder sounded, and a large wave of air suddenly rose up, slapping towards the crowd.

boom!
The air wave was like a substance, once it collided, everyone took a step back, their faces were livid and ugly, but they all closed their mouths.

This woman's martial arts is extremely high, and she is very skilled, but she may not be invincible.

However, at this time, even the shadow of the baby is not seen, who is willing to fight to the death with this crazy woman?
"My old lady eats meat, and you can drink soup, who else has any opinions?"

With a thick breath coming out of the nostrils, Su Jing held a big knife in his hand, and glanced at the crowd coldly, his voice suddenly paused, and he looked at the only one in the air wave who had never retreated, Yang Qiu:

"Yang prison, isn't it? I seem to have heard that you are such a famous person. It is said that Wu Changshan, Duan Fei and others in Changliu mountain were killed by you?"

Gently flicking the sleeve robe, blowing away the smoke and dust, Yang Jue looked cold:

"How is it?"

"Good! Good boy!"

Su Jing stared for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

Yang Jue didn't pay much attention to her stabbing the ground, but this smile made his hair stand on end.

"My mother has always looked down on those thieves in Changliu Mountain. If you can kill those old turtles, my mother will like you. In this way, it is not a bad idea to get a share of your pie."

Su Jing drew his sword in his hand, without looking at the others, he strode towards the Ghost Villa.

squeak~
Almost at the same time, in the dark night, there seemed to be a wind, and the moon appeared above the deep valley. Looking at the villa again, he saw the gate that had been closed for a long time.

I don't know when, a crack has already opened!

"opened!"

"This door is finally open!"

If the door is not opened, whoever enters will die.

The door opened, which naturally means that the time has come.

Seeing that the door was wide open, the crowd couldn't hold back any longer, and when Su Jing went in with his knife, they all took out the torches they had prepared and lit them one after another.

Approaching cautiously, one after another entered it.

"Amitabha! The time has come, let's help you in as a teacher."

The old monk Hui'an chanted the Buddha's name, got up slowly with Su Ming's support, and walked towards the ghost villa where the door was gradually opening.

Su Ming remained silent, and before entering the door, she glanced at Yang Jian and walked through the door with a complicated expression.

"Death for money? Are you really so courageous..."

Yang Jue glanced at the increasingly restless Ryoma, approached slowly, caressed the wooden door, his tentacles were bitingly cold, and looked inside along the crack of the door.

At this moment, with his current state of mind, he couldn't hold back.

black!
Thick ink black!
The vision that has long been able to see the night as the day can only barely see some things, which are blurry and weird.

This house is unexpectedly small.

It is so small that you can see the whole picture at a glance from the crack of the door.

The blue-black stone slab has no lines, it is more like a huge mountain rock that has been chipped flat.

But at this moment, the stone slab was overcrowded, and at a glance, there were no less than a hundred people.

Su Jing, Su Ming, Hui An...even Fang Qidao who stepped in ahead of him were all among them.

Everyone sat cross-legged with no expression on their faces, facing the middle of the courtyard, where a wooden platform built of black wood and about seven or eight feet high, murmured chanting.

It seems that the most devout believers in the world are worshiping gods and Buddhas.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
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(End of this chapter)