Thriller Paradise Chapter 208: Cangling on the sword (23)
When he opened the temple door, Feng Bujue thought that there would be the creak of wood and dust on his face.
As a result, the door opened very smoothly. When the wooden shafts of the two door panels turned, there was almost no sound, as if they were still new. And the scenery inside the door is not in a state of dense cobwebs and dust like frost.
Inside the door is a Buddhist hall. There is no other door or room. The light from outside the house penetrates directly through the window gap. Players can see the scenery clearly even without a flashlight.
There are two beams and four pillars in the house, the floor is covered with blue limestone bricks, and the walls are also made of bricks and wood.
On both sides of the temple, there are two rows of red lacquered copper shelves standing against the wall. There are four floors above and below the shelves, and each floor is filled with white candles, but at the moment none of these candles are lit.
And at the end of the Buddhist hall facing the gate, the only Buddha statue enshrined is actually a headless Buddha.
The body of the Buddha statue stands upright, with the five fingers of the right hand joined together, and the palm of one hand is standing, while the left hand is the same as its head, missing.
"Well...just from this posture, it’s not easy to judge which **** it is." Feng Bujue walked forward while muttering, "This statue made of dried lacquer... is from the Yuan Dynasty." Is it..."
Suddenly, Yu's hand pressed against Feng Bujue's shoulder and pulled it back. At this moment, a puff of black smoke appeared on the ground not far in front of Feng Bujue.
Shi Cai Feng Bujue's attention was focused on the Buddha statue, and he didn't pay attention to his feet. If it hadn't been for the rain to pull him, he would have set foot on it like this.
But seeing the black smoke rising, gathering but not dispersing, then a figure emerged from it.
The person who appeared in the smoke was an old monk wrapped in a robes with purple skin and white beard. His pupils were dark and his image was terrifying, but his face was born upright and majestic, unlike a wicked person.
"Who are you waiting? Why did you come to my Tibetan Bell Temple?" the demon monk asked.
"We are just passers-by." Feng Bujue said: "I heard that there are wrongdoers here, so let's find out."
"Passer-by? Huh..." The demon monk said again: "Old Na sees that the two spiritual senses are open, I am afraid it is not a mortal?"
"I see your complexion is purple and devilish, afraid that you are not even human, right?" Feng Bujue asked back.
"Ha...hahahaha..." The demon monk laughed: "Okay, it's not even a human..."
The windows in the temple. Suddenly, it was enveloped by a burst of black mist. So that the light outside the house is completely blocked. However, this situation of not being able to see the five fingers did not last long. In the next second, all the candles around were lit, emitting a green light.
During this dark and light, the demon monk's image has changed drastically, completely turning into a Shura evil spirit. His height reached ten feet, his knotted muscles propped up his clothes, and his beard and hair became red. He looked at Feng Bujue with a sullen face and an angry look at Feng Bujue.
Seeing it like rain, he wanted to raise a sword to welcome him. But Feng Bujue stood in front of her, tilted his head and winked, as if to say...no need to do it yet.
"Like that tree, you were transformed into a ghost by a little girl named'Ling'er', right?" Feng Bujue asked.
"What about it?" The demon monk's voice also changed, and his voice could not be described as rough, only "rough".
"I just want to ask, did you voluntarily maintain this state." Feng Bujue said: "Or involuntarily, under her control did you attack us who went up the mountain?"
"If I am under its control. Can you still stand and talk to me well at this moment?" the demon monk asked.
"Then you are willing to be a demon, harming the people?" Feng Bujue said.
"I will become what I am now. It is indeed caused by the child’s grievances. Unless her grievances are eliminated. Otherwise, I...and all the ghosts on this entire mountain, will be trapped in this mountain forever. Trustee." The demon monk replied: "But...the killing of you people in Zangling Town is our voluntary act."
"Is it because the people in Zangling Town killed Ling'er wrongly?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Hmph..." The demon monk snorted coldly: "Surely you are the mage they invited to eliminate ghosts, right?"
"Of course not. If so, do you think you can stand up and talk to me well at the moment?" Feng Bujue replied arrogantly.
"Huh?" The demon monk was taken aback when he heard the words, and he moved his face forward: "You kid. The tone is quite big."
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, please answer my questions quickly." Feng Bujue said: "Maybe I can help you."
"Only you? Hahaha..." The demon monk laughed again: "Do you know why this place is called "Tibetan Bell"?"
"Why?" Feng Bujue didn't know, so he directly followed the other's words and asked questions.
The demon monk turned around and used his thigh-like arms to point to the headless Buddha behind him: "Here, this is the dojo of an Arhat, and there is a secret treasure of the Buddha-King Kong hidden in the temple. Ling." He put down his arm and stared at Feng Bujue: "And I am the only monk in this temple." At this point, he seemed to remember the events of the past, and his fierce face showed a trace of fear. "But now? Look at me, what did it look like?"
"Oh? Is that King Kong bell very powerful?" Feng Bujue folded his hands on his chest, raised his head and asked with an expression of disapproval.
"You do not know how to live or die, you naturally don't know how powerful the King Kong Bell is!" The demon monk was really fooled, and began to talk endlessly: "The King Kong Bell is the most precious treasure of Tantric Buddhism. It can stimulate countless spells... illusion. , Shikigami, summoning, puppetry, praying for blessings, praying for rain, healing diseases, setting up homes, restoring disasters... drive ghosts and gods, all-encompassing. It can even lead people's bad luck to the realm of liberation, subduing the evil, transcending desires, and changing The five elements, yin and yang, and the eight-character set tend to change fate against the sky."
"Where is that stuff now?" Feng Bujue didn't show anything on his face, but he was already thinking vows in his heart: "King Kong Ling, I'm going to make it."
"Why? You want to grab the bell?" the demon monk asked.
The moment this question was asked, Feng Bujue was already certain about seven or eight. This is the task of FLAG!
He immediately turned his head and glanced at Xiyu. The latter understood, and did not reply, just nodded slightly to agree.
"Yes!" Feng Bujue replied immediately.
[Main task progress update]
【Enter the Lingzhong Realm and look for Ling'er's soul. 】
Sure enough, the system prompt sounded immediately, and the main task in the game menu also changed.
"You said you want to help us, I'll see if you have this capability." The demon monk smiled, and as he said, he stepped on the spot, like a lightning storm. The stone bricks on the ground split instantly ~IndoMTL.com~ A crack about two meters long appeared. It seemed that a sad howling could be heard in the mouth, but looking down, it was only pitch black.
"If you want a King Kong bell, go and ask the kid yourself." The demon monk said, and stretched out his palm. On the palm of his hand, there is also a bell that is exactly the same as the one that the tree demon gave earlier. "Take it. Bell, just jump down."
Feng Bujue didn't let Siyu come forward to take it, but he reached out and took the item, and then handed it to Siyu. Then, he politely said to the tall monster in front of him: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."
"Stop talking nonsense, there are more people who have been there, and no one has come back alive yet. The only ones who came back... are the bells." The demon monk replied.
Feng Bujue felt that the plot was about the same. He turned around and said to Siyu: "That...Let's have a slogan, let's jump down together."
"First of all, I reject the slogan'you jump, I jump'." She replied directly.
"Cut..." Feng Bujue's treacherous look was seen through: "Then I will count one, two and three." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations. Tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)