Chapter 93 Old Monk (Subscribe! 35)
The ghost town seemed to have started some strange ritual, and all the people in the ancient town became like puppets on strings.
He didn't move at all, just staring blankly in the direction of the city center.
Li Mubai and others had also seen that place just now. It was a city within a city. The closer they got to it, the clearer the unspeakable whispers became.
Everyone suspected that the evil creature was inside, but the evil creature that had not been eroded by the Dharma Ending Age for eight hundred years was suspected to be related to the immortal, which was beyond their ability.
But what is the situation now?
Everyone followed the gaze of the people in the ancient city and looked over, only to see the gate of the city within the city open with a creaking sound.
An oily green light lit up inside the hall, and this strange scene seemed to invite everyone to come in.
“This feels a bit like a cult sacrifice,” said an apprentice.
"Ten thousand ghosts are worshipping you. This is even more evil than the sacrifices of a cult."
"Should we go in?" someone asked anxiously.
"Is it even weirder in there than outside?"
The state of this ghost town has already made everyone's hearts tremble, and this city within a city is probably even more weird.
Especially for the disciples who entered the secular world in this life, they had never seen such a scene in their lives.
Even a nightmare wouldn't be so heartbreaking.
Hell on earth is an understatement as to how terrifying this place is.
"Shall we go in?" Mao Feng looked at everyone and asked.
Li Mubai said, "We have gone around this city in a circle. Apart from this city within the city, where else have we not been to?"
Daoyi added: "There are also the rooms of the people in the ancient city that I haven't visited yet."
Li Mubai asked: "Where do you think the way out would be if there was one?"
Everyone was silent for a moment, and then said three words:
"A city within a city."
Having said that, I have basically said it all.
No matter whether everyone wants to go to this city within a city or not, they have to go there. If they really can't get out of this damn place, then no one will survive here for long.
There are many ancient rumors about the horrors left behind by the immortals, but only the monks know best.
Things from immortals can conquer the world.
No one can shake it.
Moreover, this thing that is suspected to be left behind by an immortal is obviously very strange. If people are not careful when facing it, they may die here.
Just as everyone was preparing to enter the city within the city, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Everyone, please slow down."
This ancient saying is also called the Sound of Tao. Anyone who speaks the Sound of Tao can hear all things.
This was a language commonly used by ascetics in ancient times, but after the Ming Dynasty, Mandarin became the main language.
Daoyin is less used, but people from the five Taoist sects still know it.
How come the sound of Taoism suddenly came from this ghost town?
Everyone looked back and saw a bald old man walking out of a house on the edge of the city.
Everyone became alert instantly. Everything in this ghost town was very strange and everyone had to be on guard.
"Who are you?"
Daoyi couldn't help but clench the whisk in his hand.
Seeing that everyone was on guard, the bald old man stepped back and said, "I am a deceased person in Loulan City. My name is Prajna. I was once a Buddhist. After the fall of this city, I barely used my Buddha nature to maintain a clear mind among all the ghosts."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment when they heard this. How could there be a person with a clear mind in this place?
They don't really believe it.
"How do you prove that you have nothing to do with evil things?" Dao Yiwen asked.
The old monk spread his hands and said, "I have no way to prove it. How can the dead prove themselves? I think most of the people I know are dead now. But I can tell you something. The city was destroyed about 1,800 years ago. Then 1,600 to 1,700 years ago, a crazy Taoist priest came. He couldn't destroy the immortal's finger bones inside, so he set up a seal here."
The old monk seemed to sigh: "Year after year, until you came here, you were the second group of living people I saw."
Dao Er was shocked and said, "Finger bones of an immortal? That evil thing is the finger bones of an immortal?"
Immortal's finger bones, who is that immortal and why is he dead?
And the finger bones after death fell here and turned into evil things?
When asked, the old monk said slowly, "Yes, that's probably what the Taoist called it. Alas, it's been so long, I really can't remember."
Mao Feng of Maoshan did not dwell on the immortal's finger bones. He asked, "If you are truly spiritually clear, let me ask you, how can we get out?"
"The seal is broken, and no one can get out. Unless you go in and carry the wordless stele in the center of the palace to clear the way, you will have a chance to get out."
"A monument without words?" Daoyi asked back, but he was shocked in his heart.
This inscriptionless stele is exactly what the Ming Dynasty wants to take.
The old monk nodded and said, "Yes, that was left by the Taoist priest. He was afraid that someone would mistakenly enter the ghost town, so he left a blank stele to provide a way out for all those who mistakenly entered the ancient city."
But at this point, the old monk suddenly changed the subject and said:
"But there are many of the king's former followers in the palace. It is unlikely that you will be able to obtain the stone tablet."
"Especially with so much baggage."
The old monk pointed at the people behind him, indicating that those who did not have sufficient cultivation would be committing suicide if they went in.
"What if we leave them outside?" said the leader of the Tianshi Mansion.
The old monk shook his head and said, "In two hours, those people will become ghosts. They will not be able to survive."
"If you are really determined to go in, then these people will stay in my house. These ghosts will not enter the house, so that they can wait for you to come out."
Li Mubai frowned and said, "Can this person be trusted?"
Dao Yi said, "Believe it or not, if we take them in, they may not survive, and maybe we won't survive either. Why not take a gamble?"
At the end of the day, they had no choice. Every minute they stayed here would bring them closer to death. They could only give it a try.
The five Taoist sects and the Ming Dynasty Nirvana forces retained all those who were not good enough in cultivation and gave them instructions.
Li Mubai handed Qiao Yuanshan a jade pendant, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "Be careful of that old monk. There's something wrong with him. Protect your fellow apprentices. I'll be back soon."
Qiao Yuanshan glanced at his great uncle, but his great uncle didn't explain, just gave him a look.
Qiao Yuanshan nodded to indicate that he understood.
Half an hour later, all the final disciples were left behind.
All the secular disciples and true disciples entered the palace to look for the monument without words.
The old monk led Qiao Yuanshan and his group into the house.
The old monk had a kind face and even though he had become a ghost, he did not have the slightest ghostly aura.
As soon as he entered the house, Qiao Yuanshan saw him fetching water and pouring it into the pot, as if he was preparing to cook for them.
"Master, we don't want to eat." Qiao Yuanshan said.
"I know." replied the old monk.
Qiao Yuanshan vaguely heard the sound of dripping water, and when the old monk turned around, Qiao Yuanshan was startled.
Because the old monk's eyes had completely turned into a dark green color, and saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
“But I’m hungry!”
(End of this chapter)
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