It's like a taut bowstring that's about to break in the next moment.
No one present dared to breathe.
There were still clear sounds of fighting coming from outside. There were powerful enemies all around, but there seemed to be an internal conflict inside.
Jianchou knew that, with the tripod ring on, with countless people watching her outside, and before she left the Extreme Domain, she shouldn't make the slightest mistake...
But how can we restrain ourselves
She is just a mortal with seven emotions and six desires.
How can I stay calm when I first see the old things in Yashan?!
The battle between Yin and Yang, the death of thousands of cultivators at Yashan!
Now, after ten generations, she actually saw Yashan Ling and was stepped on by a Tantric Buddha!
The old woman in front of him was very familiar with the mysterious Snowland Tantric Buddhism of the Nineteen Continents, and knew all kinds of secrets at will. Her identity was definitely not simple!
It may not be hatred, but she can't help but ask!
Or maybe…
I just wanted to use this murderous question to ease the sadness that suddenly surged in my heart...
I can't even tell the difference between sadness and sorrow.
Her emotions rose and fell like the tide, but her eyes were ice-cold.
The old woman was being stared at by her and pointed at by the Void Demon Umbrella in her hand. She felt horrified at first, but when her eyes fell on Jianchou and she looked him over, she slowly regained her composure.
A kind of helplessness, coupled with a kind of sadness that comes from seeing through the world.
She turned her gaze and looked up, at the Buddha statue that was still looking down at them.
"… You don't have to doubt my identity. I was indeed in the Nineteenth Continent during my lifetime. I was born in the Snowland Tantric Buddhism and am the Buddha Mother of the Tantric Buddhism."
Born in the snowy land!
It is the Mother of Buddha!
Everyone was stunned.
They knew about the Snowland Tantric Buddhism, but they did not quite understand the term “Buddha Mother”.
Firstly, no one expected her to reveal her identity so easily, and no one knew whether it was true or not; secondly, this answer was really unreasonable.
Chen Tingyan frowned almost immediately: "The monks of the Nineteen Continents Snow Region Secret Sect should be in the thirty-six cities that belong to them. My City of the Dead has always been connected to the isolated island of the human world, you..."
A person from the Snowland Tantric Sect appeared in the City of the Dead
"I was originally in Zhenyan City after I died, but I didn't like that place, so I traveled all the way to the City of the Dead, and was accidentally spotted by His Royal Highness Jiang Chang, the City King. This time, I entered the cauldron to compete, and I didn't mean to go against you or plot against you. I just came here to accompany this girl Gu Ling."
Having said that, the old woman lowered her head and glanced at Gu Ling.
Gu Ling had just been through a battle and hadn't had time to treat the wounds on her body, so she looked a bit disheveled.
She seldom experienced great ups and downs, and now she was frightened by Jianchou's sudden move.
Unlike the relief and fondness I felt when I looked at Jianchou before, now I feel a deep sense of confusion and even fear.
When Gu Ling heard the old woman talking about the reasons for the eighteen levels of hell, her eyes were already red.
Everyone knew that the old man and the young man seemed to have a good relationship, so no one spoke for a while.
Everyone went to see Chou.
However, Jianchou's expression did not relax at all.
She didn't even pay attention to Chen Tingyan's question, nor did she pay attention to the old woman's answer. She just went straight to the point and asked, "What is the teaching of the Tantric Buddha Mother?"
"… "
The old woman was silent for a moment.
When the old eyes heard these two words, they drooped and closed.
But the hands that held the kitchen knife were clenched tightly.
His voice was suppressed and a little hoarse, with a hint of sadness that only comes from the twilight years, and a touch of irony that comes from having experienced the vicissitudes of life.
"After Buddhism split and the Tantric sect moved north to the Snow Region, a very special practice method was born, called initiation."
"We need to select clean girls aged twelve to nineteen to serve as 'Mingfei', also known as Buddha Mother, who is used to give initiations to Tantric monks for dual cultivation."
Having said this, she paused slightly, looked at Jianchou again, and actually smiled slowly with a strange sadness.
"You don't want to know the details."
You don't want to know the details.
So what should it be like
A girl that young...
Aren’t Buddhist monks all pure-hearted and abstinent? Why are they doing such a ridiculous thing as “dual cultivation” and calling themselves “Buddha Mother” or “Concubine”
Because the Snowland Tantra is too mysterious to them, few people know what the secrets are.
Just listening to it like this, I feel an extremely uncomfortable and nauseous feeling slowly rising up.
Jianchou is not a person who knows nothing, let alone Zhang Tang and Chen Tingyan who have already seen the world.
How much sadness and sorrow are hidden in the words “You don’t want to know”
Snowland Tantra…
He recited it slowly in his mind, and Jianchou looked at the old woman. He did not retract his gaze, nor did he completely put away his inner doubts.
The sounds of fighting outside had gradually subsided and become quieter by this moment.
I think the "internal strife" and "backstabbing" led by Sima Languan will soon come to an end.
"In that case, I was overthinking and misunderstood grandma." Jianchou's eyes flickered slightly, and it was hard to tell whether his voice was calm or turbulent. "Any inconspicuous cultivator around me is of great origin. I think this battle in the eighteen levels of hell will be exciting. Thirty-six of the seventy-two cities in the underworld belong to the Buddhist sect. We will have to rely on grandma's guidance in the future."
There will be no further investigation into this.
Everyone felt relieved.
Jianchou turned his wrist, glanced at Gu Ling, and was about to withdraw the Void Demon Umbrella.
Who would have thought that at that moment, a dark shadow flashed from behind the side mural, as if someone was peeping cautiously.
"who?!"
Jianchou's eyes suddenly became fierce, and the Demonic Umbrella, which had not yet been retracted, suddenly pointed in the direction of the black shadow!
The soul power immediately flowed from her palm, through the umbrella handle, and gathered to the tip of the umbrella!
"Bang!"
A white light mixed with a faint light purple flew out from the tip of the umbrella like a meteor and immediately hit the black shadow!
Immediately, there was a scream of "Ouch!", which resounded throughout the prison, and even made the dust on the building fall down.
Everyone became alert and looked in that direction.
It turned out to be a little ghost, hiding behind a colorful Buddha mural. I don't know what method it used, but its body could not be seen, and only its head was exposed.
Jianchou's simple and swift soul power turned into a nail, nailing his head to the wall.
"Ouch, ouch... it hurts... "
The little ghost had a black face, several fangs, and two horns on his head. He looked ferocious, but when he cried, he looked particularly pitiful and even had a crying tone.
He tried hard to pull his head off the nail made of soul power, but the more he pulled it to the side, the more painful it became.
Then the screams became more terrifying.
"It's the evil ghost of the prison warden."
Anything related to the word "prison" is Zhang Tang's forte, even in the extreme regions.
He recognized the kid's identity from his horns at a glance. He walked up to the mural, looked at it, and lightly scratched it with his fingertips. He found that the paint on the mural was very unusual.
"There is a 'door' here, and I don't know how many evil spirits are hiding behind it."
The warden of each level of hell is the ruler of each level of hell.
What kind of soul will be sent here and when it should leave all need to be monitored and observed by someone, and everything must be done one by one in an orderly manner.
Therefore, there must be many evil spirits in this small seven-story tower.
But after they came in, everything was quiet and there was not a single ghost in sight.
At first, Jianchou thought that they were hiding in the upper floors and deliberately avoiding them, but he didn't expect that they were hiding behind the murals.
Zhang Tang said that there was a "door", so it was either a trick or something related to the rules of space.
His brows moved slightly, and Jianchou walked over.
Because the old woman and Gu Ling were standing in the middle, she passed by them. Gu Ling almost immediately took a step back, frightened.
"Wuwuwu... It hurts, it hurts, please don't kill me, I'm just a little devil who came out to watch the fun, I have absolutely no intention of plotting against you."
"Grandpa, grandma, please forgive me..."
"Please let me live. I will be your slave in the next life..."
"Ouch! It hurts!"
The evil ghost nailed to the wall was horrified when he saw Jianchou walking towards the door. He was so scared that he pulled hard, but ended up hurting himself half to death and crying.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
In this fight for the cauldron of the eighteen levels of hell, it is not a problem to kill anyone, and no one has stipulated that evil spirits cannot be killed.
Therefore, Jianchou had almost no taboos in her actions. She was so upset when she heard him crying that she became impatient and directly touched the other's neck with the Void Demon Umbrella.
At this moment, the evil ghost with two horns stopped crying immediately.
He looked at Jianchou pitifully with tears in his eyes.
The evil ghosts in the prison are strong and weak, and according to the rules, they cannot easily slaughter the ghost cultivators who participate in the fight for the cauldron, but there are no restrictions for the other parties.
As a result, although they were curious about the people who had just come in, most of the evil spirits hid themselves, waiting for everyone to pass by.
The little evil ghost never thought that just by sneaking his head out to watch the fun, he would be nailed to the wall.
Alas!
Isn't this woman's hand a little too fast
Damn it, this doesn't conform to the basic rules of extreme realm cultivation at all!
He had already cursed loudly in his heart, but his life was still in the hands of others. The little evil ghost felt extremely aggrieved. He hunched his shoulders, stretched out his two hands from the wall, clasped his fists and bowed to Jianchou.
"Aunt, I really have no ill intentions, please forgive me..."
This is called aunt.
Because of the discovery of the Yashan Order, Jianchou was not in a very good mood. Under normal circumstances, she might have laughed, but now she had a blank expression on her face.
The little evil ghost was almost frightened to tears by her evil look, and now he didn't even dare to beg for mercy.
After hearing that he finally stopped shouting, Jianchou slowly spoke: "We have searched everywhere but have not found the entrance to the second floor. Since you don't want to die, it's just right. You can lead us to the way."
"I-"
The little evil ghost was about to speak.
However, what responded to him was only Jianchou's virtual magic umbrella that poked towards his throat!
“No, no, no!”
The little devil was so frightened that he was afraid that the woman would accidentally stab him to death. He quickly raised his hands and shouted, "Ancestor! Ancestor! Don't stab me! I'll take care of her, can't I?"
The face has become a sad one.
Because Jianchou's Virtual Demon Umbrella was still on his neck, he was afraid that Jianchou would kill him if he got unhappy, so he moved very quickly.
He reached out his hand and grabbed one of the murals on the wall and flipped it to the side.
“Crash!”
It was as if everything on the mural had come alive.
The hellfire is endless, the evil ghosts are ferocious, and the Yaksha is cruel...
A layer of psychedelic shadow suddenly rose from the mural.
Jianchou and the others only felt a flash before their eyes, and then when they looked at the mural in front of them again, they could sense a hazy feeling of water mist, which seemed real and illusory, and was no longer the original rigid depiction.
"Humph, anyway, it's not your team that's going down to the second floor..." The little evil ghost muttered, and then looked at Chou carefully, "Um, can you pull out this 'nail' for me now?"
Jianchou glanced at him and said to Zhang Tang, "Please go in first, Master Zhang. I will watch him."
Zhang Tang nodded and walked into the mural first. His figure was immediately swallowed up by the mist and disappeared.
Chen Tingyan, who was behind, also followed directly, and finally Gu Ling and the old woman.
Before going in, the old woman looked at Jianchou, then at the tall Buddha statue. She wanted to say something, but her eyes were filled with complexity and she really couldn't speak it.
Finally, she smiled bitterly and walked in with Gu Ling.
Thus, Jianchou and the little evil ghost were the only ones left in the entire tower.
She didn't make things difficult for him. She simply raised her hand, and the nail formed by soul power turned into countless winding threads and flew back to Jianchou's forehead.
The little evil ghost recovered himself, and the scar on his face caused by the nail healed immediately.
He swallowed and patted his chest, still feeling frightened.
"Fortunately, I reacted quickly and gave in early, otherwise I would have to explain-"
"brush!"
Before the little evil ghost could finish his words, a black light like a black wind rose up in front of him!
It turned out to be Jianchou who was standing in front of him, and he suddenly swung out a sword!
The sky-high black sword light carried a terrifying power, so pure and powerful, like a falling waterfall!
The little evil ghost was so frightened that he screamed, "Ah wow wow what are you doing—"
“Crack!”
The horrifying crackling sound completely blocked out the rest of his words!
Are you kidding
The little evil ghost was simply stunned by the scene in front of him!
The sword light did not strike towards himself, but went straight towards the tall and majestic Buddha statue in front of him!
The sword light immediately wedged into the center of the Buddha's eyebrows, and a terrible crack appeared!
“Crash!”
Then, the countless sword beams suddenly exploded, transforming into countless rotating, exploding black storms!
“Boom!”
A loud noise that shakes the soul!
This Buddha statue, which had stood on the first level of the Ice Prison for a total of six hundred years, was swept away by the storm and collapsed with a loud bang!
Gray smoke and dust suddenly spread like a wave and rushed towards them.
Jianchou was holding the Swallowing Wind Sword, but he did not dodge at all.
She just opened her eyes wide, a pair of bloodshot eyes, and stared intently at the scene in front of her, as if she wanted to engrave it deeply into her memory, into her bones and blood!
The giant Buddha collapsed, and ashes filled the air.
The ash and rocks that collapsed buried the countless corpses on the lotus platform, and also pressed down the skull that she had lifted out of the ground, as well as the fragments of the cliff mountain order scattered not far away...
It was like a mound of earth, covering up the countless dead beneath.
Like...
A tomb.
She is a disciple of Yashan, and she is very worried about him.
But now he is trapped in the extreme region, and even when he sees the corpses of his ancestors, he dare not bury them openly!
For a moment, a great sorrow rose from her heart and soul.
There has never been a moment when she longed to return to the Extreme Region so much, and there has never been a moment when she hated herself so much at this moment!
“You… you’re crazy… you’re crazy…”
The little evil ghost was so frightened that he was shaking all over. He looked at the ruins in front of him in disbelief and kept shaking his head.
"There are still thirty-six cities in Dingzheng that are full of Buddhist ghost cultivators. You, you ...
I see sorrow but turn a deaf ear to it.
When she had seen enough, she let out a deep laugh, hoarse, cold, somewhat contemptuous, and with a creepy sound!
"Really?"
It turns out that these Buddhist monks, or Tantric monks, are so powerful
She curled her lips with interest, and pinched the little devil's neck, her voice light and vague: "That's really... what I want."