Chapter 59 Entering the Temple
Although they had thought of this possibility a long time ago, when they actually saw it, the six of them still gasped in surprise at the same time. Damn, you really are just sitting here and not leaving?
However, the target of this ghost Buddha is the Wang family and the monks who protect the Wang family. It seems to have nothing to do with me. Although we are here to deal with you, we haven't started yet.
It seemed that it heard a noise behind it, and there was a sharp sound of metal friction. The big round ears on the fat golden body of the Big Belly Maitreya slowly turned around, but its body did not move.
A scene that could only be seen in horror movies in the previous life appeared. This guy's head twisted 180 degrees!
On the kind-hearted face of Maitreya, a big mouth stretched from the ears, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and a few black tentacles stretched out from those curved pupilless smiling eyes, giving a sense of Cthulhu!
This thing is more terrifying than the previous legend. In other words, the human-eating in the past few days has made this ghost stronger.
"Hurry and enter the temple!" Monk Bujie suddenly swung his staff, creating a huge halo that enveloped everyone, and everyone ran towards the temple gate.
As the people moved, the ghost Buddha's head kept turning, but his body did not move.
Just as they were about to bypass him, the ghost Buddha stretched out his hand that had been on his belly, and it suddenly stretched out more than ten feet, and fiercely grabbed the last monk Yuanhai.
With a clang, a sound like a huge bell exploded beside his ears. Zhao Yushu's eyes blurred. He was so dizzy that he felt dizzy.
Subconsciously turning his head to look, he saw countless cracks on the monk Bujie's golden halo, and a ghost claw with blue-black nails like sharp blades was retracting.
Monk Yuanhai, who was the primary target, was frightened. If it weren't for Monk Bujie's golden halo, he would definitely not be able to block this claw alone.
What kind of cultivation is this!?
The Buddhist skills are indeed the nemesis of ghosts. Although the golden halo of the monk Bujie was almost broken by a single blow, the ghost Buddha was not feeling well either. White smoke came out of the dark blue ghost claws.
Seeing that several people were about to enter the temple, the ghost Buddha seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally could not hold back any longer, and the second claw crossed the two-zhang distance and pounced on them like a green python.
The golden halo can't block the second attack!
Yuan Zhen shouted loudly, and suddenly turned around to block the crowd behind him. He leaned his iron rod on the ground, and golden light shone all over his body. His facial features changed slightly, as if there was a phantom of a diamond attached to them.
With a crisp sound, the golden halo of Monk Bujie was completely shattered, and the ghost hand rushed in and grabbed Yuan Zhen behind the hall.
A sharp friction sound was heard, and five sharp ghost claws rubbed against Yuan Zhen's protective aura. Although Yuan Zhen's cultivation was not as good as Bujie's, using the Buddhist Vajra Dharmakaya to directly fight against the ghost Buddha was indeed more effective than Bujie simply drawing a circle. The ghost claws and the golden body were in a stalemate for a while.
"Let's go!" Seeing everyone entering the temple, Bujie turned around, raised his Zen stick and smashed the ghost claw hard.
The ghost claw suddenly retracted, as if it didn't dare to touch the Zen stick directly. Bujie pulled Yuanzhen and ran into the mountain gate.
Just after entering the mountain gate, I suddenly heard the sound of chanting. I couldn't hear it outside the mountain gate. I thought it was a secret method to cover the whole temple.
Seeing the ghost Buddha sitting upright again outside the mountain gate, the six people breathed a sigh of relief, especially the four brothers from Fenglin Temple. If Bujie hadn't been here today, the four of them would not even be able to enter the mountain gate and would have been buried in the ghost Buddha's belly.
Zhao Yushu looked at the ghost Buddha's green arm in confusion. The other arm was still a golden Buddha statue. It seemed that only one arm had been demonized. A sense of foreboding arose in his heart.
"Let's go up first." Bujie walked up the steps of the mountain gate with his Zen stick. He, who was always calm, frowned. It was obvious that he had underestimated the ghost Buddha before.
"Bujie, what is your level of cultivation?" Zhao Yushu decided to first find out the strength of his own people, in order to prevent the fatal mistake of misjudging the gap between the two sides in the future.
"It's the fourth heaven now," Bujie answered casually.
Now?
Zhao Yushu instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this word, but he couldn't figure out what the problem was.
The fourth level of heaven just showed off very fiercely. I have been with the big guys for too long. After all, the academy often pops up an internal scene, and just recognizing an uncle is the perfection of the external scene. A little girl from the fifth level of heaven cried and shouted to go with me, making me almost forget that low-level noobs like me are the majority of this world.
The main hall is in front of us. The sound of chanting is getting clearer and clearer. The ghost Buddha under the steps is about to disappear.
Zhao Yushu subconsciously looked back and was shocked. He was now hundreds of steps away from the ghost Buddha. Even if he had opened his eyes, he shouldn't be able to see it so clearly.
But he saw it clearly.
The smug smile on the corner of the ghost Buddha's mouth
Turning his head and looking at the main hall that seemed to represent safety, Zhao Yushu felt like a cage.
When everyone walked into the main hall, they saw that the wide hall was filled with monks chanting sutras. On one side of the hall, there were more than 20 people standing who were obviously not from the temple.
Among them were several Taoist priests and scholars
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Zhao Yushu knew their identities the first time he saw them, just like what he was showing now.
A monk came over and asked: "Brothers, are you here to help?"
Bujie took a step back and motioned Yuanzhen to come forward to answer. Yuanzhen was stunned for a moment, then thought that this fierce senior brother might be afraid that it would be difficult for him to participate due to his identity as a casual cultivator, so he stepped forward and said: "We are monks from Fenglin Temple. We heard that Mr. Wang's family is in trouble, so we came to help."
The monk from Longmen Temple did not say anything. He led everyone to the side of the main hall and stood with the twenty-odd people. "Everyone, please take a rest. Our senior brother will treat you to lunch."
Seeing a new person joining, the people who had already entered looked at him coldly, but no one came forward to talk to him. After all, they were all competitors.
Zhao Yushu took a quick look and found that most of them were from the first or second heaven. There were only a few who had higher cultivation than him, but judging from their serious faces, their cultivation was limited.
However, what made Lao Zhao curious was how several people of the First Level who were obviously lone wolves escaped from the hands of the Ghost Buddha and entered the mountain gate?
Could it be that my premonition is true?
"Damn it, this ghost thing is so f*cking fierce, it almost killed me," a loud voice came from outside the temple, almost drowning out the chanting of the eighty-one monks.
A ball of flesh rolled and crawled into the hall. His clothes were torn and there was a bloody wound on his face. It was obvious that he had suffered a great loss at the hands of the ghost Buddha.
Zhao Yushu looked closely and saw that the second heaven was the same as his own.
The monks from Longmen Temple rushed forward to give the fat man a simple bandage, and then sent him to Zhao Yushu and others.
The fat man was lying on the ground with big words on his face: "Luckily, I am a fat man with great magical powers. Hey, this ghost is so magical, but it is just like this."
The ominous feeling became stronger and stronger. Zhao Yushu stood up straight and looked at the more than 20 foreign aids: "Dear friends, I wonder if anyone has seen or knows anyone who failed to escape from the ghost and enter the mountain gate?"