The Monk

Chapter 478: Being Missed

The Hefang Temple was in a mess. Tens of thousands of people lived together for several days, ruining the Qingjing Temple. After walking around the temple, I really couldn't bear to look at it, so Zhang Wen took the initiative to clean it up. For no other reason than the fact that the fat monk had the courage to save a whole city of people, he felt his kindness and was willing to do something. Zhang Tianfang followed and chattered: "It's just that the bald man has no good intentions. He ran away and made us do hard labor."

Zhang Ai asked calmly: "It's not empty and it's not good-hearted?" Zhang Tianfang was choked by one sentence, and he tried to defend himself with his mouth half-opened, but after hesitating for a while, he finally shut up sadly and said nothing.

Fang Jian interrupted: "I'm a little worried about that fat monk." Zhang gave a sigh of relief, thought for a moment and said, "It should be fine. I haven't heard of any Buddhists going crazy." "Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean you don't have it. ." Fang Jian said.

The magic method is a bit mysterious. I have seen many Buddhist practitioners. This is the first time I have seen such a murderous person. The murderous intention is exposed, and it is useless to chant any sutra. Zhang Ping said: "Pray, I hope he has good luck."

The three of them chatted while working, and it took them a while to clean up the temple. Hefang Temple is too big. Just imagine how big a square that can hold 100,000 people would be. Not to mention that the square would have walls and more than 300 houses and buildings of various sizes, so it would naturally be bigger. many.

After finally finishing the work, Zhang Tianfang said, "Don't stay here. There is no one in such a big place. It's more scary than a ghost town." He was unhappy with the monk and the temple.

Zhang was afraid and did not want to live in the temple because it was too far from the river and felt unsafe, so the three of them returned to the river to rest. The girls were playing with piglets and kittens in the water. When they saw them coming back, they said, "Sister Yunyi asked when we are leaving."

Zhang Ping understood that this was because Song Yunyi was concerned about him. There were too many masters of the ghost disciples, and there was also a terrifying ghost emperor. If he stayed here, he would lose his life at some point, so he wanted to persuade him to leave. He smiled softly and entered the tent to explain to Song Yunyi.

After that, a few peaceful days passed. The ghosts and disciples did not chase, the saints did not harass, and the fat monk's magic method never came back. It seemed that this group of troublemakers had been collectively forgotten. But Zhang Ai was always on guard, fearing that he would be attacked by a top-level master. There were thirty-nine people in the group, and he didn't want to lose any of them.

There is a saying that caution makes a thousand-year ship, and many days of intense vigilance were not in vain. That night, Zhang Wen sat vigil by the river. Zhang Tian lay five meters away and looked at the sky. Fang Jian was meditating. Ten meters away was a tent house where the girls were resting. Zhang Ai suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and the thick ice wall quickly sprang up, blocking the tent and Zhang Ai's body.

He brought out a pile of ice without warning. When Zhang Tianfang saw it, his thoughts changed. He remembered to ask what happened. At this time, he heard a roar. The thick ice wall was smashed by something. The sky was covered with white broken ice. Everyone's attention.

Zhang Ping pretended that he didn't see anything at all. When the first ice wall rose, he was already condensing the second ice wall. When the first ice wall shattered, the second ice wall appeared silently, followed immediately by another. There was a loud noise, and the thing hit the second ice wall. Because the interval was so short that these things happened in an instant, the two loud noises were combined into one sound. The two ice walls also seemed to rise at the same time like one ice wall. From the perspective of an outsider, it seemed that only one ice wall was rising. Something hit, smashing the front half of the ice wall and sending up ice fragments all over the sky. There was a loud bang. The fact is that something quickly hit two ice walls, smashing the first one and then being blocked by the second ice wall.

The ice wall was hit, and Zhang Wen knew that he had guessed correctly. With a flash of thought, the river surged up to the river bank and surrounded the tent house, instantly turning into layers of ice walls to protect the tent house. At this time, Zhang Tianfang stood up. He didn't need to ask any questions he wanted to ask. He quickly walked to Zhang Awei's side, grabbed the ghost knife and looked towards the river. Fang Jian also woke up from his meditation, raised his hand and shot a huge ball of light to illuminate the surroundings.

The three of them all stared at the river outside the ice wall. It was dark in the distance, there was light nearby, and the river water was sparkling, but they found nothing. I scanned it with my consciousness, but still found nothing.

Zhang Ai's eyes were frozen, and the river surface was covered with ice. Then a black shadow appeared, floating on the ice, and let out a weird laugh: "You must be alert." Following the words, the black shadow appeared in human form. , is a man with long hair and a black robe, with a pale and skinny face.

Seeing this person, Zhang Ai sighed deeply in his heart, he could never escape what was coming. But I am also curious, how did he escape from the pursuit of nineteen great Buddhist monks?

The man on the river was the Ghost King, and his cold eyes glanced at the three of them, as if they could penetrate the ice, making them feel very uncomfortable. Zhang Awei said: "If you don't run for your life, what are you doing here?" Typical nonsense. The Ghost Emperor made such a big move. If Zhang Awei hadn't reacted so quickly, countless people would have died by now. You said he wanted to do it? Well?

Zhang was afraid that the question would be nonsense, and his mind kept thinking. He wanted to understand why the Ghost Emperor came to them? According to his estimation, the Ghost King would have been seriously injured when he broke free from the shackles of the Dharma Golden Mountain, otherwise there would be no need to escape; but since he was running for his life like crazy and could easily get rid of the tail that was chasing him, why did he come to kill us? Is there something he needs here?

Turning his gaze to Zhang Tianfang, Zhang Tianfang felt uncomfortable being looked at and said angrily: "Why are you looking at me?"

The Ghost King's cold eyes left the three of them, looked at the ice wall in front of him and asked, "What kind of ice is this? It's very powerful." For this sneak attack, he had thought about various possibilities in advance and felt that it would definitely succeed, but he did not expect that he would be attacked. It was unexpected that two ice walls ruined the plan.

Zhang Zhidao said: "Ice is ice, are you healed?" His voice was very calm, and his eyes were like swords, staring at the pale face behind the ice wall.

The pale face forced out a sneer: "You know I'm injured?" He came here because Zhang Tianfang had the ghost sword, and he needed the ghost emperor's soul in the ghost sword.

Last time, I had a fight with the Sky Buddha and the Eighteen Golden Arhats, and was trapped by their tricks. They summoned the Buddha's palm with the supreme Dharma and turned it into a Buddha mountain to suppress him. It was a real Buddha's palm, with boundless power, and it was extremely difficult to escape after being trapped. The Ghost King was about to take shape in Jinshan, and when the Buddha's Dharma came to protect him, he lost more than half of his cultivation and broke out of the Yin spirit to escape. After being seriously injured, the Ghost Emperor was no match for the Buddhists and had no choice but to flee for his life. After several days of entanglement, he was lucky enough to escape their pursuit in a short time.

The Ghost King was injured, and the only way to regain his strength as soon as possible was to devour him, but with many masters chasing him behind him, he did not dare to act rashly. Even if he can temporarily get rid of the Buddhist tracking, they will soon catch up with him, so he does not dare to find a place to heal his wounds. In this case, he urgently needs powerful Yin spirits or ghosts to devour him, so he naturally thinks of the nine ghosts in the ghost sword. Emperor.