Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Five hundred miles southwest of Longmen Tianguan is Mount Wutai, the main peak of the Taihang Mountains. Huaitai Town, embraced by the five peaks, is immersed in a peaceful twilight.

Several children were jumping and playing happily in the square in front of Xiantong Temple.

At this moment, the wind chimes on the tall white tower in the distance jingled.

The children didn't pay attention, because whenever the wind came, the wind chimes on the big white tower would make a sweet sound.

They were used to hearing this sound.

But they didn't notice that there was no wind at all at this time, and the clouds in the sky were like still paintings, motionless.

Then, a melodious bell rang from the tower of Xiantong Temple.

The children raised their heads and glanced confusedly at the sun hanging on the west-facing mountain peak. The bell seemed to ring a little early.

There is a bell tower in Xiantong Temple. On the bell tower are written the four words "Zhenwu Daqian".

There is a heavy Nether Bell hanging in the bell tower, weighing ten thousand kilograms.

After the eminent monks of the past dynasties in Wutai Mountain passed away, they put their famous books on paper and affixed them to the bell, which means "coexisting with the bell".

It is said that the sound of this bell can lead directly to the underworld and the underworld, and can save people in the underworld with its sound, hence the name "Netherworld".

Tourists are not allowed to ring the Netherworld Bell. There are monks in the temple who are responsible for ringing the bell. Every morning, they will ring the bell to break the night. At that time, it is also the time for the monks to get up and prepare to do their homework.

But today, the bell rang before dusk.

If the children stood inside the bell tower, they would probably be even more surprised, because there was no monk ringing the bell in the bell tower at this time.

The bell rang on its own without anyone there.

The sound of the bell is melodious and clear, and the sound can be heard ten miles away.

In the abbot's room of Xiantong Temple, an old monk with white hair and beard who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes.

There are five peaks around Huaitai Town, which are called Wutai.

Ye Doufeng in the north is the highest peak in the Taihang Mountains, with an altitude of more than [-] meters. There is a stone tablet on the top of the peak with the four characters "Roof of North China" written on it.

At this time, a young monk ran down Ye Doufeng like flying, and the forest turned into a shadow behind him.

"Master...Master..."

The young monk shouted and rushed into Xiantong Temple.

"Master, it's not good, the water in the Black Dragon Pond is boiling!"

The old monk was shocked: "The bell of the underworld is ringing and the black water is boiling. Could it be that the ghost king is resurrected and the underworld has reappeared?"

At this time, two more young monks came and shouted:

"Master, Master, there is a Buddha's light flashing in the abyss under the cliff where I was trapped in prison!"

"Master, Master, the six-character mantra is coming from the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Buddhas. I don't know who is chanting it!"

The old monk clasped his hands together: "Amitabha! How good! How good!"

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As the six-character mantra was sung, the Buddha's light soared into the sky, and the sky above Qianfogou was filled with brilliant lights.

Li Muchen, who was meditating against the stone wall, raised his head and looked at the dome of the Ghost King's Hall with some confusion.

His spiritual consciousness could not penetrate the thick mountain wall and reach the top, but he felt the unrest in Qianfogou.

"No! I have to go out and take a look!"

Li Muchen ignored the fact that his energy had not recovered yet, so he collected the Netherworld Flag and the Xuanming Sword and walked out.

Bai Fangxing said: "Master Li, you were injured too badly. You just took the medicine. It's better to adjust your breathing overnight and then move again."

Li Muchen shook his head and said: "I can't care less. Those Yin spirits and corpse demons ran out. Although this area is in the mountains and wilderness, there are still many villagers and tourists. We are originally to eliminate evil and do good, but if we hurt innocent people, we will become Our sins."

Bai Fangxing and Xiao Minghe also got up and went out.

Boss Hou glanced at the gold treasures all over the ground and hesitated for a while. Finally he shook his head and sighed: "When I get out, I will come back to help you see the light of day again when I have the chance."

The four people left the Ghost King's Palace.

In the stone room outside, Li Muchen picked up the Tiandu Ling.

At this moment, the earth trembled slightly.

Li Muchen was shocked and said: "No, the crypt is about to be stepped on, hurry up!"

After saying that, he brought up a gust of wind with his backhand, wrapped the three of them, and flew wildly into the underground cave and grotto.

The shaking of the mountain became stronger and stronger, and some rocks on the top of the cave began to fall.

Li Muchen rushed out of the crypt as quickly as possible.

They saw the last ray of Buddha's light.

The Buddhist sound of the six-character mantra is still echoing in Qianfogou, and together with the rumbling tremors of the earth, it seems even more majestic.

The Buddha's light disappears.

There was a roar behind him, and the mountain collapsed, burying the entire Ghost King's tomb.

After another long moment, the earth stopped trembling and returned to calm.

Looking at the grottoes on the rock walls on both sides of Qianfo Valley, the Buddha statues that were originally tilted here and there and incomplete were turned into powder due to the vibration.

Li Muchen knew that he no longer had to worry about those evil spirits going out to harm others.

This dilapidated Thousand Buddhas Formation was restarted for unknown reasons.

The evil corpse has dissipated in the Buddha's light, and the ghost spirit has passed away in the Buddha's sound.

Everything fell silent again, even the tomb behind him was buried.

Even if someone digs it up in the future, they won't see the ghost king and corpses. They will probably only dig out a lot of gold and silver treasures and broken porcelain pieces, which will become an eternal mystery.

Li Muchen realized that he still underestimated the Thousand Buddhas Valley and the wonderful Buddhist method.

This place must have been built by some Buddhist master to suppress the ghost king.

It's just that he doesn't understand, since he has such ability, why not just go down, eliminate the ghost king's body, take away or destroy the ghost flag, wouldn't that be more direct?

Why waste money and materials here to build such a Buddhist formation?

Boss Hou looked at the rocks and mountains behind him and beat his chest.

The treasures in that palace were not only gold and silver, but also antiques. He had been working as an antique dealer for half his life, and he had never seen so many in total.

I just got over the eye addiction and buried it like this.

And look at this place, even if ten excavators were brought in, they might not be able to dig it out even if they dig for a hundred years.

Li Muchen looked at his appearance and said with a smile: "You almost lost your life when you faced the corpse just now, but I haven't seen you so lost."

Boss Hou smiled self-deprecatingly and sighed: "Well, it's not that I'm thinking about money, it's just a pity that so many cultural relics have to be buried underground for a long time and never see the light of day."

As he was talking, he suddenly remembered something, and excitedly took out his cell phone and said, "It's okay, I have photos and videos, haha, I also took pictures of corpses. I'll send them to Lao Wang, Lao Hu, Lao Zhang, and Lao Wu right now .”

"In the past, I heard them bragging about how they touched Colonel Jin and how black donkey hooves can cure zombies. That's bullshit! This time, let them see with their own eyes what zombies and giant rice dumplings are. I killed dozens of giant rice dumplings with my own hands. , half a black donkey’s hooves are not used!”

He opened the photo album on his phone, and the excitement on his face disappeared instantly.

The videos and photos he took were all dark, with only a few flashes of green light, as if the screen was broken and nothing could be seen clearly.

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