In the wilderness, you can't see much scenery, let alone ghosts, you can't even see people's souls. I walked with Monk Jue Ming for a long time, and wherever I went, there was only black soil. The gloomy aura is mixed in the dead breath, making it look like a deep valley where the sun cannot be seen.
At the beginning, I was full of worries, for fear that I might bump into the ghost of the underworld. Monk Jueming and I are both living people. In the prefecture, it is like a sun setting on an Arctic iceberg. We are out of sync and conflict with each other. Once you meet with Gui Cha, it is conceivable that the two sides will have to fight.
Either they took me to the Yan Luo Temple, or I called Yan Luo to ask to understand.
Along the way, I never saw Ah San, and I don't know if she didn't come in, or was not in the same place as me. Thinking about it, my heart is not so scared, but full of doubts and curiosity.
As I walked, I asked Monk Jueming: "The underground palaces are so empty? Didn't you say that there will be souls coming and going."
The monk said: "I don't know."
He certainly didn't understand these, otherwise, he wouldn't have to come in to find the Buddha. I asked again: "How far are the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas you are talking about?"
Monk Jueming calculated silently, and then said: "About ten million miles."
I was stunned for a moment, and then I sweated down. Tens of thousands of miles? I can't get to the place even if my hair is gray, right
"Are you sure?" I looked at him suspiciously, this monk wouldn't be blindfolding me.
Monk Jueming nodded seriously, and said, "Monk, never lie."
I thought about it carefully. So far, the great monk has really never told a lie. However, even if he lied, I don't know whether it is true or not, and I have never seen him before.
I looked back and saw that there was still a wilderness behind me. The road when I came was indeed gone. Even if I wanted to leave now, I couldn't do it.
Ah San told me that when the ghost door opened in early October, he could take the opportunity to come in, but he didn't tell me how to get out. I am a little regretful, I knew it, I should go with her. It's better now, walking with a dull gourd big bald donkey, not even in the mood for chattering.
The two of us walked in silence for a long time. Monk Jue Ming suddenly said, "There is something ahead."
As soon as I raised my head and took a closer look, there was indeed a large shadow in front of me not knowing how far away. It looks like a pile of hills. I'm in a bad mood. If it is really a hill, doesn't it mean that we are going in the wrong direction
I looked at Monk Jueming and confirmed to him again whether he was on the right path. Monk Jue Ming said with certainty: "The breath of Buddha and Bodhisattva is in that direction. This can't be wrong."
I sighed confessing my fate, and walked towards the shadow with him. A long time later, when we came to the shadows, what we could see was not a mountain, but a pile of rubble.
The gravel is very big, all of them are like houses, piled high and wide, blocking the way like a dam. I was very puzzled and walked forward and touched it a few times. As soon as I put my hand on it, I felt an extreme cold coming down my skin. I quickly retracted my hand like I was stung by a scorpion.
Then I realized that this is not a stone, but a dead spirit that has condensed into a solid.
Fortunately, I have the body of Ji Sun, otherwise, if I touched it just now, I must have been corroded by lifelessness.
The so-called death breath does not refer to the death breath of the dead. All dark, silent, and lifeless breaths can be called death breath. Popularity, blood, and anger in reality can dissipate or dissolve lifeless energy, so it is difficult to see it in the city. The first time I saw lifelessness was in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. Those craftsmen who were killed during the pre-Qin period could hardly disappear. They gathered in the tunnel for thousands of years.
However, compared to the death aura of these condensed stones, the death aura in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor was really not worth mentioning. If Lian Daozhen is at this moment, he will definitely tell me that if such a large piece of dead energy is aroused, it will be enough to kill people in a small half of the city.
I looked at the lifeless stones and felt more puzzled. Why was there not a single stone in the wilderness, but there was a mountain? Looking around, lifeless spirits flowed, and did not deliberately stay or gather here. Obviously, these stones were not formed naturally.
At this time, the monk Jue Ming yelled to me. I turned my head and realized that he did not know when he ran to the other side. At this moment, he was fiddled with something on the ground with the stick in his hand.
I walked over and asked: "What's the matter?"
Monk Jueming lowered his head and said, "Look."
I looked down and saw that he used his Zen stick to pull out a piece of metal in the gap between the stones. This piece of metal is only the size of a palm and has an irregular shape. Before it was completely covered by a dead stone. After being pulled out at this moment, I immediately felt a strange breath.
The breath is very strange, it is a very pale golden red. The surrounding dead air was constantly drawn, and collided with it, and the two breaths were worn away from each other. It seemed that it would not take long for the breath on the metal to be polished away.
I had suffered the loss of a lifeless stone before, so I didn't dare to take it with my hands anymore, so I squatted down and looked at it carefully and asked, "What is this?"
Monk Jueming walked around, and not long after he made a few such fragments. Although he was puzzled, he didn't make a fuss. He just said in an ordinary tone: "I don't know what this is, but there seem to be many such things ."
I stood up and looked around, and I found many metal fragments of the same material and aura. Most of the fragments were held down by the dead stone, and there was still aura remaining, but three to five pieces, the others were polished and turned into iron.
I was puzzled, none of the fragments had the same shape, but the material was exactly the same. Monk Jueming also saw this and said: "This thing should be an object, but it was broken and left here."
I asked him, "What about these stones? Could it be that the man smashed things and threw them on the ground, afraid of being found, and then moved many stones to cover it?"
Before Monk Jueming answered, I rejected the answer myself, saying, "This is definitely not right, because even we can easily find it, so the role of the stone is not to hide, but something else."
Monk Jueming was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked: "Could it be that this thing and the stone were originally one, but they were broken at the same time, so they were piled together here?"
My eyes brightened, this statement is very possible, very consistent with what we see. But I turned around and looked at the big rocks in the house. There are hundreds of thousands of rocks like this. If it was broken by someone, how big should it be when it is complete
What's more, this is the underworld, and the boulder made from the condensation of dead energy must have a very important role. Who would dare to break it? Who is capable of breaking it
Regarding this question, Monk Jueming didn't have any good guesses, and I felt a little uneasy in my heart. I always felt that it was a mistake to come to the underworld. In order to eliminate the panic in my heart, I said to Monk Jue Ming: "Maybe, the Buddha and Bodhisattva in your mouth is boring. I squeezed a stone bowl and slapped it when I was tired of playing it."
Monk Jueming was silent, and I was silent immediately.
If there are Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, they will certainly not be as boring as I said. Moreover, even if my luck is right, how big is the Buddha and Bodhisattva who can slap so many broken stones in one slap? Not to mention standing upright, at least as high as Mount Everest.
"It's useless to guess more, let's go." Monk Jue Ming suggested.
I also want to leave here as soon as possible. Those dead stone and the metal fragments that are attenuating each other make people tremble, as if seeing something that shouldn't be seen. I really didn't want to stay too long, so I walked around this pile of hundreds of meters high with Monk Jue Ming.
The pile of dead stones was very wide, and we did not reach the end after walking for a long time, but we found a narrow gap that could allow people to pass through. I followed the gap and looked over there for a while, and I was sure that I could pass, not a dead end, and said, "Go from here."
Monk Jueming looked at the still invisible end and nodded in agreement.
As a result, the two of us were almost clinging to the death stone, feeling the strong chill, and sweating all the way along the way. It's not that I'm afraid of bumping into the stone, but that the pile of rocks will suddenly step down from above.
If there are so many dead stones, if it is really smashed, Monk Jue Ming and I will basically be a pool of fleshy life.
After walking along the narrow, slightly twisted, half-meter-wide road for about ten minutes, we walked out sweaty forehead. When I got out of the gap, I couldn't help speeding up. After hundreds of meters away from the pile of dead stones, I took care of wiping my sweat and said, "It's really luck. I almost scared me to death."
Monk Jueming is much calmer than I am, but there are a few drops of sweat from his smooth brain door. Don't look calm on the surface, the monk is actually playing drums in his heart. It's just that his firm desire to find Buddha helped him overcome his fear. Think about it, at the beginning, Tang San had a little white face and was willing to take four beasts to learn the scriptures. This was also the reason.
However, before I could breathe well, I heard Monk Jueming say: "Look at that."
He raised his hand and pointed to my left. I followed his hand, turned my head and looked around, and stayed immediately.
It can be seen to the naked eye that countless dead auras and gloomy auras are constantly gathering and pouring into something. Although it is very far away, in the eyes of my heart, its appearance is clearly distinguishable.
It was a humanoid figure tens of feet tall, and a lot of death energy poured in, making it gradually solidify. However, the speed is very slow. Judging from the current situation, it will take at least many years before it can really take shape.
When I first saw this thing, I thought this was the cause of the death stone, but then I knew I was wrong. Because in that figure, I felt the breath of "living".
The meaning of this sentence is not to say that the thing has a breath of life, or that it has vitality, but that it is alive.
I have no doubt that after it really takes shape, it must be able to walk around instead of being as dead as a stone.
What the hell is this? (End of this chapter)