Chapter 197 Pandora's Box

The high monk's bones were destroyed, and the dark clouds in the sky immediately became denser. On the cliff face in front of the bald monk, a door chained shut appeared.

The door wasn't large, framed in gold, and covered with many talismans, some old, some new, suggesting that every so often someone would come here to reinforce the seal.

The bald monk grinned,

walking forward as he laughed.

He reached out both hands,

grabbing the chains on the door.

"Buzz!"

The chains began to glow red,

seeming to instantly transform into the hottest, most terrifying branding irons.

The bald monk's skin all over turned red, and white smoke began to rise from the top of his head.

But he didn't let go,

clutching the chains on the door tightly.

Moreover,

he didn't feel any pain.

The most painful thing was the moment his faith collapsed.

Wandering thousands of miles, torturing his body, unable to achieve transcendence, but this kind of suffering could become his way to obtain pleasure.

Just like addicts who relieve their pain through self-harm when they run out of drugs.

And right now,

the anger and unwillingness in his heart

seemed to find further release through this terrifying torture.

Behind the door

was the Ghost Cave.

And he

was trying to open it!

The bald monk's eyes suddenly became clear,

no longer as resentful as before, nor as depressed as he had been for the past few months.

He seemed to understand something.

He had just shouted, "Since I am to be transformed into a Buddha, then I am willing to enter the Devil's Path!"

However,

at this moment,

he felt that his previous words were a bit absurd and ridiculous.

What is becoming a Buddha?

What is entering the Devil's Path?

What is a Buddha, and what is a demon?

Stripped of those bright or dark exteriors,

everyone is actually the same.

Believing in anything is not as good as believing in yourself. Now that he doesn't believe in Buddha, he can escape the cage and return to true nature!

Is it a wrong path? Is it an evil path?

Right and wrong, good and evil,

what does it have to do with me?

At this thought,

the last bit of distracting thoughts and scruples in his heart were swept away.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!"

The bald monk roared at the sky,

"Amitabha! Hahahaha, I amitabha your mother!!!"

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Down the mountain,

Feng Si'er looked up.

The dark clouds in the sky were so thick that they seemed to be turning into ink and dripping down.

The oppressive atmosphere was overwhelming.

"Something's wrong?"

Feng Si quickly dismounted,

and immediately started running up the mountain.

She ran very fast,

leaping like the wind.

The woman's skirt fluttered constantly,

like a beautiful flower blooming in the mountains.

"Cuihua'er, help me replenish my strength!"

A faint milky white luster began to cover Feng Si's body.

Feng Si's strength seemed endless,

and she rushed up the mountain without any hindrance!

…………

"Bang!"

The chains shattered,

as if the decayed shackles had finally been completely broken.

The bald monk hung his arms down,

bowing his back,

but his face

was calm.

"Huff... huff..."

"Huff... huff..."

Terrifying Yin winds began to blow out from the door,

piercing into people's bodies, making them feel cold, as if they were in the wilderness in the dead of winter.

And in the sky,

thunder began to brew in the thick clouds.

Heaven has eyes, perceiving everything,

and was about to send down thunder to cleanse the world!

The Ghost Cave had appeared. The place that had been sealed for hundreds of years had not completely drained the vitality of the souls within. Instead, it used a method similar to raising Gu, making the ghosts inside even more ferocious!

Therefore,

it had attracted a reaction from the sky!

If the thunder fell,

more than 90% of the ghosts in the Ghost Cave would instantly turn into ashes.

But even if 10% survived, it would definitely be a disaster for the people.

This Ghost Cave had already been stimulated by the tens of thousands of military souls on the border a few days ago.

In addition, Mu Cheng'en, who could have consolidated the seal with his zombie body, was killed because of his scheming against Zhou Ze,

causing the situation to finally slide to the bottom.

Feng Si had read the local ghost messenger's records, so he naturally knew about this. Originally, according to the plan, after killing Mu Cheng'en, he would personally make a trip to consolidate the seal.

Who knew that man's calculations were no match for Heaven's,

and a monk who walked from Tongcheng to Lijiang

broke through this window paper in advance,

opening this Pandora's box.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

The bald monk sat cross-legged,

with a compassionate look in his eyes,

but maintaining an aloof and cold expression on his face.

He immediately said in a deep voice:

"If you don't want to be struck to death by lightning, enter into this poor monk's body."

Deliver people, deliver ghosts,

deliver oneself!

In an instant,

streams of Yin wind swept over and rushed into the bald monk's body. The bald monk's body trembled constantly, but his aura was also constantly rising.

The thunder in the sky was becoming increasingly clear, and could fall at any time.

However,

the bald monk forcibly spread his hands apart,

reciting the Heart Sutra.

The surrounding rich ghost energy seemed to be dispelled for the most part at this moment. The bald monk stood up, and there wasn't much change in his body, but the originally dim golden luster between his eyebrows had now transformed into a black mark.

In the depths of his eyes, there was no longer compassion, but complete coldness.

He was a person of great perseverance, so he naturally didn't go crazy, but it was definitely impossible for him to be unaffected.

"Who are you?"

A voice came from behind.

The bald monk turned around,

looking at Feng Si, who was one step late.

He put his hands together,

"Amitabha, Benefactor, this poor monk has cleaned up here."

Feng Si's eyes fell on the bones among the rubble next to him, and the old kasaya underneath was vaguely visible.

The person in front of him, although he looked like a monk,

did not give the impression of a high monk.

He was more like a ghost cultivator!

"You swallowed them all?"

Feng Si finally understood.

"All living beings have spirits, and ghosts also have spirits. Although the Heavenly Dao does not allow it, this poor monk has a compassionate heart and should naturally protect them."

"What are you going to do?"

At Feng Si's right hand, a leather whip was already grasped in his palm.

"This poor monk still has a worldly karmic tie in the mortal world. In the past, there was a Benefactor who gave this poor monk enlightening advice.

Only then did this poor monk have this great enlightenment.

Karma cycles, there is a reason, this poor monk plans to go find him and settle this karma.

Then sit down with him and discuss the Buddha.

The me of the past was wrong. This poor monk wants to see if the me of today is doing the right thing."

After speaking,

the bald monk continued very sincerely:

"Furthermore, those in this poor monk's body are all pitiful people, sealed for so long, they must find a place to have a good meal.

Humans eat beasts, ghosts eat blood, everything depends on fate."

"Presumptuous, you dare to let the ghosts run amok!"

Feng Si scolded.

In fact,

he had also once, under the guise of design,

released the ghost jade to absorb blood and nourish itself.

But today's matter was the finishing touch after he, as a Yin Division officer, returned to the Yang world. If he allowed this bald monk to really let the ghosts run amok, in principle, it would be his Feng Si's dereliction of duty!

Killing the local ghost messenger who could consolidate the seal,

allowing evil ghosts to escape and wreak havoc on the world,

this crime

was really not small!

"Amitabha, meeting is fate, Benefactor, please step aside."

The bald monk said.

"Evil monk!"

Feng Si flicked his wrist, and the leather whip turned into a dragon and lashed out!

The bald monk's eyes glowed with black light.

He opened his mouth,

and black energy flowed between his originally white teeth.

He reached out,

"Pa!"

and caught the whip!

He waved his hand,

"Pa!"

Feng Si only felt a burst of soreness and numbness in his palm.

A bloody mark appeared,

and his whip had actually been snatched away by the evil monk.

The bald monk's figure flashed,

and he appeared directly in front of Feng Si.

He had now taken in the souls from the Ghost Cave,

and his aura was at its strongest,

far surpassing his peak in the past.

"Amitabha!"

The monk recited the Buddha's name again.

At the same time,

he also drew his hand.

Feng Si reacted quickly and raised his arm. However, when his elbow collided with the monk's palm, Feng Si only felt a crisp sound coming from his left arm.

Then,

an terrifying force came from his entire left side.

"Bang!"

Feng Si was sent flying,

but when he landed,

he flipped his body,

and landed firmly.

However, his entire left arm was already useless.

"Fourth Master, it will take me a long time to restore your body!"

Restoring the physical body was actually simpler than restoring the soul, but Cuihua was better at restoring the soul, not the physical body.

Therefore,

the damage to one arm had a big impact on Feng Si at this time.

The bald monk waved his hand,

seeming a little dissatisfied with the effect of this slap.

It was

too far, too far away.

Back in Xuzhou,

that person,

slapped him once,

and what was sent flying

was not just his body,

but also his courage, his bloodlust, and even his faith, all were sent flying together.

The gap

was still a bit too big.

The bald monk reflected,

but he was not afraid of the gap.

That person didn't kill him last time,

although he knew that that person was just too lazy to bother with him, so he was lucky enough to get his life back. But how could a person who had "died" once be afraid of coming back again?

Hear the Dao in the morning, die in the evening!

"Yin and Yang separate, humans and ghosts separate, seal, solidify, pardon!"

Feng Si shot out streaks of Gang wind from his ten fingers, using the location of the bald monk as the center, directly constructing a barrier, attempting to trap the bald monk within!

Immediately,

a purple light curtain completely covered the bald monk.

Feng Si seized the time, pierced his index finger with his fingernail, and wrote and drew talismans on the frozen ground.

This was not to seek help from the Yin Division, because he knew very well that even if he sought help from the Yin Division now, the reinforcements would arrive too late. Therefore, he was warning the sky!

Because of the bald monk's identity as a high monk in Buddhism,

he was able to deceive the sky and hide from the sky's detection after swallowing the souls in the Ghost Cave.

What Feng Si had to do now was to pierce his disguise,

borrow the power of thunder,

and cleanse the evil monk and the souls in his body!

However,

the bald monk at this time was still very calm,

even

seeming a little silly and dazed.

He jumped,

his bald head hit the light curtain above, unable to jump very high.

But he jumped up again,

his head continuing to hit the light curtain.

He kept jumping up,

jumping,

jumping again,

continuing to jump.

For a time, blood flowed from the top of his head,

but the frequency of his jumping became faster and faster,

and the movements became louder and louder,

gradually,

there were bursts of rumbling sounds!

Feng Si's face changed,

because he saw the barrier he had set up,

actually showing cracks

under the evil monk's head-butting!