Chapter 132 Entering the Painting
Under the broken wall, the five masters and apprentices sat cross-legged among the broken bricks and tiles.
Huiyuan entered the art relatively late and had only been exposed to this mural for half a year. He was still not confused and did not attach much importance to the inheritance of Cangtuo Temple in the painting.
"I'm wasting my time here, it's better to try to complete the Thousand Hands Manual. Old guy, I ended up with these four deformed arms..." Huiyuan sat behind the four people, with a gloomy look on his face.
While he was thinking wildly in his mind, the night was getting darker and it was already midnight.
When the time came, the four people in front of Huiyuan, whether it was Master Shanzhao, or his senior brothers Huike, Huiguang, and Huineng, all looked excited.
Without any hesitation, Shanzhao used Buddha power to draw out a small amount of blood essence from a jar, and raised his hand to throw it away.
Before the wall was broken, the essence and blood could be seen spread on the mural. Visible to the naked eye, all the essence and blood seeped into the wall in the blink of an eye.
The essence and blood did not enter the wall, but seemed to enter the mural.
There are more drops of blood on the mottled murals, and all the blood is collected by the two skeletons on the stone temple door.
The two skeletons that swallowed the essence and blood suddenly seemed to come to life. They stepped out of the door of the stone temple and worked together to open the door of the stone temple.
"Squeak..."
There was a soft sound of the door being pushed open, and the sound broke away from the mural and spread to the ruined temple outside the painting.
At the same time, a Buddhist light bloomed on the mural, covering the five people in front of the broken wall.
"Concentrate your mind, you can't resist." Shanzhao roared and jumped up first.
The four disciples behind him followed suit and jumped up together, flying into the mural.
It wasn't until the five masters and apprentices entered the painting that the six spirits guarding outside the ruined temple dared to approach.
They looked up and saw five more bald monks on the mural. The old monk at the head was carrying two jars of blood essence.
The five people in the painting did not stay outside the door of Cangtuo Temple for long, and quickly stepped into the temple.
Under the moonlight, among the bricks and tiles overgrown with weeds, six spirits looked at each other. The more they looked at the mural, the more eerie they felt.
In their simple minds, the Buddhist inheritance that requires blood sacrifices is definitely not a Buddhist teaching that teaches people to be good. It may be some crooked way.
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At the foot of Baixiang Mountain, many villages gather here.
These villages were built by refugees. There was no way for them to survive outside, so they had to go deep into the mountains to cultivate fields.
Therefore, they have many different surnames and there is no unified explanation. They are simply called Baixiang Village.
In the early morning of this day, there were more than thirty young and middle-aged people from Baixiang Village, each with his own gang, obviously planning to venture into the mountains.
The leading strong man in a gray coat walked in front. Seeing the languid expressions of the villagers behind him, he sighed and turned around and said, "There are spirits in the mountains that are harmful to people. I, the villager, know that you brothers are afraid of losing your lives."
"But this mountainous area is barren and the harvest is not enough. If we don't go into the mountains to hunt some prey, the whole family will not be able to survive."
After hearing Brother Zhuang's words, the other thirty or so young men had serious faces and each clenched the weapons in their hands.
All they can bring are farm tools such as hatchets, sickles, and rakes, plus homemade bows and arrows. If they really encounter spirits, they may not be able to deal with them at all.
The group of people had sad faces, as if they were going to die in the mountains.
At this time, the leader Lao Zhuang turned his eyes and glanced at another mountain road on the left side of the mountain.
Besides them, there were actually other people who wanted to enter the mountain.
Looking at the number of people there, there were only five people in total, and the leader was a young man.
"Little brother, there are spirits in the mountains that eat people. There are few of you. If you want to go into the mountains, why not come with us..." Lao Zhuang greeted kindly.
It was only halfway through what he said that he felt something was wrong with those five people.
Especially the young man at the head, when he walked to a higher place, his long red hair was extremely eye-catching.
There were three men behind the young man, each carrying a large knife on his back. Just looking at the size of the knife, it weighed at least several dozen kilograms, and it was not something that ordinary people could carry.
Looking at the foot strength of the five people, they were still on the same level as them just now. As they spoke, they had opened a distance from them on the mountain road.
Lao Zhuang was startled, thinking of something, and the thirty or so young adults behind him also reacted.
"Brother Zhuang, they may be martial arts warriors, or martial arts warriors who have mastered the power of fire."
"They walked so fast. These five people have extraordinary physiques."
"Hurry, let's follow them quickly. They will open the way and they won't shy away from ordinary monsters when they encounter them."...
A group of farmers looked overjoyed, and regardless of anything else, they swarmed after him.
However, even if they tried their best to catch up, they could not catch up. The five people in their sights clearly seemed to be walking leisurely, but they couldn't keep up.
On the mountain road that had already opened up a distance of a hundred feet, the two young men looked to be no more than eighteen, and the three men were only around thirty.
There are three men who are in a perfect state, two teenagers, one with a half-demon body, and one with late-stage Buddhist roots. Their foot strength cannot be matched by a group of villagers.
These five people were Liu Feng and his party. As for the villagers following them, these people were familiar with the mountain roads and it was difficult to get rid of them for a while.
"Master, I'll kill a few of them and scare them off, so that they don't follow the mountain and do bad things." The former leader of the Ba Dao Gang, now Ah Da, suggested to Liu Feng in a low voice.
Liu Feng said calmly: "There is no need to pay attention to them."
Seven more eyes suddenly appeared on his face, turning into a nine-eyed state, and he scanned the mountains ahead with his compound eyes.
In the field of vision, the terrain is uneven and the mountains are full of dead branches and leaves.
None of this affected his vision. After a few glances, he actually caught a few animals with unusual shapes.
"There is a poor monk to guide you, just go all the way. You are just a little spirit, don't be distracted." Without any warning, a sinister old man's voice came from Liu Feng's body.
As soon as this voice came out, Liu Luo didn't notice anything, but the three warriors of the Ba Dao Gang turned pale.
After getting along with each other for a few days, Liu Feng didn't try to hide it, so they knew about the evil thing.
In this way, not only was he a Gu Master, but he also had an identity as an evil cultivator possessed by evil things. It was strange that the three warriors who were controlled by him were not afraid.
The three of them were worried that their lives might be in danger at any time, and they were also worried that they would be contaminated by evil substances unknowingly if they were exposed to it for a long time.
Liu Feng didn't care what the three of them thought, so he asked in a low voice: "Yin Guang, when you and Guan Zhen came here, were there any monsters that got in the way?"
"I didn't encounter any monsters when I came here last time. I bumped into a group of monks. Guan Zhen killed several of them. Maybe they arrested these monsters to block people who came up the mountain, so as not to spread the news and ruin their good deeds. ."
"According to what you said, there were outsiders when Guan Zhen got the opportunity, so I will also meet them on this trip! Are there two realms among them?"
"Of course there is, but there is no need to be afraid. With your current strength, using the evil bones of the poor monk, one or two second realms will not be able to kill you easily." When the words sounded, a sealing light came from Liu Feng's body. Jie Jie's strange laughter.
As long as Liu Feng asked him to possess the body, it would be equivalent to giving him a chance to make up for it. How could he miss such an opportunity?