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The monk suddenly appeared and took action suddenly.

Jiang Xiaole was about to take precautions when he realized that the light emitted by the flying wooden sticks and Buddhist beads were not directed at him, but towards a ghost soldier not far away.

After the ghost soldiers were enveloped by the light that filled the Buddhist Pure Land, Jiang Xiaole asked, "What are you doing, young master?"

Jiang Xiaole promised Zhao Desheng to keep these ghost soldiers. Now facing the monk's attack, Jiang Xiaole naturally had to fulfill his promise and stop the monk.

When the monk saw Jiang Xiaole standing up, obviously trying to stop him, he looked at him with confusion, and then said slowly and leisurely: "Duhua."

Jiang Xiaole was a little surprised. This little monk was not mute, so why didn't he speak before? Jiang Xiaole thought of a very unique technique.

Just now, the moment the young monk spoke, Jiang Xiaole felt a special energy fluctuation. The moment that fluctuation came, the target was not him, Jiang Xiaole, and it also made his heart feel a special shaking. , the feeling of almost losing ground is very scary.

As for Zhao Desheng's men who were the target, several ghost soldiers in the distance became transparent under Jiang Xiaole's gaze, and slowly faded away. Their ferocious faces began to soften, and their terrifying ghostly features began to soften. He took on the appearance of Zhengzang, and his body shape also changed, returning to his human appearance bit by bit.

As it became more and more transparent, the shadow of the ghost disappeared, and it really disappeared.

This feeling made people feel very scared. Jiang Xiaole was a little scared. He was almost about to fight back just now, but luckily he stopped in time.

"What did you just do?" Jiang Xiaole asked the monk nervously. The monk politely saluted Jiang Xiaole with his hands together, and then stopped talking.

Jiang Xiaole stared at his mouth, becoming more and more sure of his idea.

"Speaking the Dharma and following the Dafa?"

Jiang Xiaole said in shock. The monk nodded. His peaceful face was filled with a confident smile. He was a very pure person. He smiled when he was happy and stopped looking when he was unhappy. That kind of straightforward feeling , making Jiang Xiaole think that he was touching a blank piece of paper.

Speaking the Dharma and following the Dharma is not something that ordinary cultivators can master. There is a similar magic in Buddhism called the Buddha's six-character maxim. It is a kind of law and magic that can be spelled out when you speak it. It has very powerful power.

It is one of the prophetic spells, and it is an absolute prophetic spell.

This kind of spell can use words to control your life and death, age, health and illness, etc. It is a powerful spell that will be controlled by the spell if you are not strong enough to withstand the power of the spell.

Such spells can only be mastered by particularly powerful monks, and ordinary monks will not easily cast spells, because once the spell has deviations and backlash, the power of the law will fall on the caster. body, causing the same terrible consequences.

The young monk in front of him obviously does not have that much ability, and he is not a particularly powerful eminent monk. Who would have thought that he would use such a spell? As a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, wouldn't he know whether to live or die?

Moreover, speaking spells generally require special execution. This monk does not speak and does not need to use any means. As long as he speaks, it will have an effect. What kind of skill is this?

It is naturally impolite to ask other people. You can't do that among cultivators. Jiang Xiaole just knew that he was extraordinary. When Jiang Xiaole was observing the young monk, the young monk was looking at Zhao Desheng. It seemed that he wanted to save Zhao Desheng as well. After melting, Jiang Xiaole quickly stood in front of Zhao Desheng: "I have something to ask him. Master, please give me a convenience."

The monk did not convert Zhao Desheng, but stood aside with a stick and Buddhist beads in his hand, waiting for Jiang Xiaole.

Seeing that he was so close, Jiang Xiaole looked at Zhao Desheng, who was trembling with fear, and injected some Yin Qi into him and said: "Your enemy is Gu Changqiu. What hatred and intersections do you have between you? I’ll explain it clearly.”

Zhao Desheng hid tightly behind Jiang Xiaole, not daring to expose his body in front of the young monk. It was like feeling the young monk's breath would make him feel like he was dying.

"You, you must not let me see him." He pointed at Jiang Xiaole's back. Jiang Xiaole hummed, and then Zhao Desheng said: "Gu Changqiu killed my brother. All the brothers in our battalion were killed by him." Those who caused death turned into ghosts after death. No, we are not ghosts, so what are we? We can't die either. We are alive but have no reason, and we are dead but cannot enter reincarnation. But Gu Changqiu has been in the world for thousands of years. He has been controlling us, and we are the walking dead under his hands..."

Because of the long time and Zhao Desheng's head becoming a ghost, he was confused, so many things he said were incomplete and not very clear. However, Jiang Xiaole listened carefully and understood the meaning of his words through the meaning of his words. The things between his words slowly connected together to form a complete story.

And this story is a background story of the world of Crystal Coffin.

After the young monk appeared, he brought huge invisible pressure to Zhao Desheng. As long as Jiang Xiaole moved his body, he would be scared to death. Therefore, Jiang Xiaole's questioning was really simple. What Zhao Desheng said was also extremely proactive.

Crystal Coffin was originally established by a cultivator family and was a country in the mortal world. This continent was different from other continents. Cultivators would participate in the competition between mortals.

In countries with a cultivator background, when a fight breaks out, the first to die are often not the cultivators, but the mortals. They are the cannon fodder who charge at the front and consume every bit of spiritual power in the place.

During another battle for resources, Gu Changqiu secretly brought some soldiers to a secret base. In just one year, when those soldiers appeared on the battlefield again, they turned into a group of magicians. of cultivators.

"One year? Ordinary people became cultivators? Can they also cast spells?" Jiang Xiaole thought there was something wrong with this, so he interrupted Zhao Desheng's conversation: "Are you sure those people have become cultivators?"

Zhao Desheng said with certainty: "Yes, they all know magic. They are very majestic in the war. Each one of them is scary."

"Really? Do you know their cultivation level?"

"There are even some powerful ones who have reached the seventh or eighth level of the spiritual movement stage."

Jiang Xiaole was stunned.