Chapter 342: Mohist Cave Heaven

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Yama Hall.

Bai Lian came to see the prince.

The Yin soldiers on duty did not dare to neglect and quickly went into the palace to report.

Now there are two great gods in the underworld, one is Emperor Fengdu, and the other is the White Lotus Evil Buddha.

In his free time, the evil Buddha often lectures and preaches in the underworld.

Of course, it is an extremely serious Buddhist and Taoist classic. Evil Buddhas dare not spread the White Lotus Sutra, lest it disturb the bottom line of the Book of Changes.

The practice of Yin soldiers condensing the evil spirit of Yin and practicing orthodox Buddhist techniques can calm the mind and purify the ghost energy, and the mutual support of Yin and Yang can solidify the foundation.

"Fellow Taoist, please come in quickly."

Zhou Yi's voice came from the palace: "When Bai Lian comes to see you in the future, there is no need to inform."

Bai Lian disliked the word "visit" very much, as if she was a minister or subordinate of Zhou Yi.

Even if Bai Lian's temperament is not arrogant, it can even be said to be humble, but after attaining immortality and claiming to be the top being in the world, how could he be willing to succumb to others.

It's a pity that even the Buddha under the eaves has to bow his head.

As the underworld continues to expand and develop, White Lotus has a feeling in the dark, and the power of reincarnation, coveted by countless people, may usher in its first master.

Bai Lian secretly hopes that she can become the second one.

Then he calmed down, with a kind smile on his face, nodded slightly to the Yin soldiers on duty, and stepped into the Yama Hall.

The Hall of Yama was transformed from the original city lord's palace, and is still the core of the Netherworld. The Yin and Yang clone of Zhou Yi sits here and calls himself the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

Zhou Yi was reviewing official documents, and the official documents submitted by the Judge's Hall were only much more than those of the Demon Slayer Division.

"Why are you here, fellow Taoist?"

"The Naihe Bridge, the City of Wasted Death, the Evil Mirror Platform, the Yin Mountain, etc. have been built. Many Yin soldiers have been assigned to the Soul Guidance Department, the Ticha Department and other departments. Relying on fellow Taoist immortal weapons and magic weapons, nine of the eighteen levels of hell have been completed."

Bai Lianhui reported: "The formation of the reincarnation formation has also begun to be arranged. When will fellow Taoist go to Guan City to look for Mo Sheng?"

"Pindao, I have already rushed to the far west."

Zhou Yi said: "I killed a lot of demons along the way, and also encountered the White Tiger Demon God. I have never heard about Mo Sheng."

Now Zhouyi understands quite well that the clones of immortals and Buddhas are everywhere.

The first is of course a life-saving method, and the second is that there are too many things to deal with.

After only a few decades of enlightenment, Zhouyi's clones were stationed in the Demon Slayer Division and the Underworld. After thousands of years, countless clones were left outside. The clones have different identities, backgrounds, and cultivation levels, and they will even fight each other to achieve certain goals.

There is Taoism and Buddhism, there is good and there is evil, it is everywhere and it is omnipotent.

"Sage Mo is not in this world, but lives in seclusion in the cave. You must know the secret method to enter."

Bai Lian said: "The donor has met Bai Hu, and he is not far from Mojia Village. Three thousand miles to the west there is a black stone mountain. There is no grass growing on the mountain, and Mojia Village is hidden in the heart of the mountain."

Zhou Yi carefully recalled that there was indeed a deserted black mountain near the White Tiger Territory, and continued to ask.

"How to enter the secret cave?"

"Shi presided over a volume of the White Lotus Sutra and entered it into the mountains. He shouted at the Mojia Village Ancestral Hall that old friends were visiting."

The corner of Bai Lian's mouth curled up slightly: "Sage Mo has extraordinary magical powers. When he sees the scriptures, he will definitely open the entrance to the cave."

Zhou Yi asked: "Does Sheng Mo have other descendants?"

"Sage Mo taught the Dharma regardless of his or her origin, and he had countless disciples."

Bai Lian replied: "However, there is only one direct descendant. He made friends with a poor monk, but unfortunately he failed to achieve the great path."

"..."

Zhou Yi said helplessly: "So Taoist friend killed the only descendant of Mo Sheng?"

"What is meant by killing? It's just different ways!"

Bai Lian said: "The poor monk and the master do not conspire against each other, and Mo Qu and Mo Sheng do not conspire against each other. They are like-minded!"

"It's a mutual resemblance!"

When Zhou Yi spoke, Xuanhuang's clone had already fled to Heishan.

The Demon Court is about to be established, and time does not wait for me.

After the formation is settled in the Wangchuan River, if it cannot be integrated with the buildings of the underworld, it will be equivalent to building an empty shell of the underworld, which is far from being able to compete with the demon court that suppresses heaven and earth.

Zhou Yi suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you know about Junzi's country?"

When the judge Fan Wujiu was traveling, he encountered people from the Junzi Kingdom. They worshiped Confucian Sage, a powerful figure who was as powerful as Mo Sage.

The human race has a long history, which is no shorter than that of the demon race. There have been many strong people. As long as they do not fall in love with the demon race, they can unite.

"Of course I know that the poor monk once argued with the Confucian sage!"

Bailian recited Amitabha Buddha silently in her heart. She was a monk and did not lie. She once followed the Master and chanted sutras to support him.

"Confucian sage, how is this person?"

Zhou Yi made up his mind and Bai Lian praised it, it was definitely not a good thing.

"Hypocrisy, hypocrisy, hypocrisy!"

White Lotus Evil Buddha proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, this poor monk can't help but feel angry!"

"Very good!"

Zhou Yi felt that Confucian saints were good and could be won over.

…

The land of the far west.

Nameless barren mountain.

The mountains are mostly covered with black stones, which are low-grade weapon refining materials that can isolate mana induction.

Zhou Yi landed on the top of the mountain, his majestic magic power penetrated the rocks, and he could faintly feel the hollow in the belly of the mountain.

"I can't sense the breath of living beings. No wonder the Mo family has lived in seclusion for countless years and no news has come out."

The body turned into a black and yellow escaping light, following the cracks in the rocks and escaping into the heart of the mountain.

After a while.

The escaping light penetrates the mountain wall and falls into a space.

Zhou Yi lowered his head and looked at the bottom of the mountain. There were vaguely large buildings. He dropped to some heights and looked up to see the aura stones inlaid on the stone walls.

Most of them have turned into ordinary bluestones, and a few have glowed dimly. No one has changed for hundreds of years.

"Empty city!"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly. In his perception, the Mojia Village in the mountain belly still had no breath of life.

Landed on the ground.

Seeing the full picture of Mojia Village, it is more like a miniature city than a village.

Neatly piled with bluestone, the city gates and city walls, the houses in the city are straight and orderly, and built according to strict planning.

Three big characters are carved on the city gate, Mojia Village.

Zhou Yi's escape light fell in the city. The dust on the ground was already an inch thick. The buildings on both sides of the street were blessed by magic, and the erosion of time was not serious.

Call the wind!

Using the magic of the earth, the breath of the entire mountain belly passed over the tip of the nose.

"There is no life, and no evil breath. Could it be that it has been too long, and Mojia Village has moved to another place."

This is not impossible. The information update of the White Lotus Evil Buddha is often based on hundreds or thousands of years. Mortals have gone through more than a dozen generations.

Zhou Yi walked around the city. The only similarity between the city and the village is that the area is not large.

The buildings in the city are basically similar, including the city lord's mansion next to the ancestral hall. It is no different from the houses on the street. If it weren't for the plaque on the door, it would be unrecognizable. The highest point of Mojia Village is the ancestral hall in the center of the village. It is simply built a little higher and has no luxury.

Mojia Village is nothing like the legendary holy land of the immortal sect!

Zhou Yi entered the ancestral hall and saw the tokens from top to bottom. The first one is Mo Qu.

"Mo Sheng treats this direct disciple differently. He killed him with his own hands and let him enter the ancestral hall!"

The magic power swept through the ancestral hall, and the dust in the ancestral hall was gone. The jade ruyi turned into a barbecue grill.

Zhou Yi took out a real dragon leg and skewered it on the barbecue grill.

The spiritual fire ignited by itself. After a while, the ancestral hall was filled with a strong meaty aroma.

When the dragon leg was burned to golden yellow, Zhou Yi tasted it. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was very delicious.

As the saying goes, there is dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground, which describes the deliciousness of donkey meat, but who would eat donkey meat when there is dragon meat?

A real dragon leg looks four or five feet long, but it weighs more than a thousand pounds. A mortal can be full with just a sniff, but an ordinary cultivator needs to refine it for several days after eating one bite.

Zhou Yi ate the dragon leg clean in three or five bites, and sat cross-legged to meditate and circulate his magic power.

The city was dark day and night.

Suddenly.

There was a rustling sound, and there was a faint sound of gears turning, creaking and twisting.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground shook and gradually approached the ancestral hall.

Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes, and the spiritual light flashed, and he saw a figure several feet tall approaching.

"It's finally here, I want to see what it is!"

How sensitive is the real immortal's perception. He circled around Mojia Village before, and did not find any human or demon breath, but found that some houses were different.

People become spirits when they grow old, and things become creatures when they grow old.

Theoretically, anything that is contaminated with spiritual energy and evil spirits has the possibility of turning into a monster, but Zhou Yi had never heard of a house creature before.

After all, a house is not an independent object, but is composed of various different parts.

At this time, the figure approaching from outside used the window as eyes and the door as a mouth, the beams turned into arms, and the bricks and stones were piled into legs. Every step of dozens of feet shook the ground.

After the house monster approached the ancestral hall, it looked at Zhou Yi along the window edge.

"Roar!"

"Why are you yelling."

Zhou Yi waved his hand and grabbed it, and the majestic magic power turned into a giant palm that held up the sky, holding the house monster in his hand.

With a light pinch, the house collapsed and shattered, leaving only a ray of spiritual light.

Soul search!

The house monster only remembered that it suddenly had spiritual intelligence and could change its body shape. It just came to drive Zhou Yi away according to the master's order.

Deduction and divination!

A fine thread of cause and effect extended outside the ancestral hall.

Zhou Yi turned into a light of escape, followed the thread trail, and came to a house in Mojia Village.

The magic power swept through the room, and there was no breath of living people. After pushing the door open, he saw a white-haired old man sitting in the room, sipping tea slowly.

"What a wonderful way to hide, I didn't even notice it!"

Zhou Yi looked at the old man carefully. He was wearing a blue-gray linen shirt, and his arms and limbs were stiff, not like a living person.

The old man's voice seemed to pop out of his mouth word by word.

"Master, please sit down."

Zhou Yi sat opposite the old man and saw the tea leaves in the cup, and raised his eyebrows.

"Is this fairy tea?"

"Master, you have good eyesight. It was originally fairy tea leaves, but it's a pity that it has been brewed back and forth for thousands of years and has lost its taste."

The old man's voice had no emotional fluctuations. If it had to be formed, it would be mechanical synthesis.

Zhou Yi asked: "I like to drink tea and wine the most. Are there any tea plants in the mechanical cave?"

"Of course. Only by planting tea plants in the cave can the spiritual energy circulate. Otherwise, it will continue to dry up. The owner of the cave needs to constantly replenish spiritual objects, which is not only not helpful, but also a burden."

The old man said: "There is a tea plant for enlightenment in the mechanical cave. Drinking it can increase your enlightenment."

"I really yearn for it!"

Zhou Yi asked hurriedly: "How to get to the mechanical cave?"

"I don't know either."

The old man shook his head and said: "I accidentally fell asleep for ten thousand years. When I saw the village again, there was no one. The entrance to the cave was nowhere to be found. I waited for a thousand years, but no one came back to visit, so I trained some spirit houses to keep me company."

"Spirit house!"

Zhou Yi understood immediately and said: "Is it the spirit transformed by the house? Dozens or hundreds of objects in the house can actually coordinate as one and become a whole."

"This is the secret technique of Mohism."

The old man said: "I am not very good at what I have learned. I can only train some houses. Once I have mastered this technique, I can integrate the entire city into one and turn it into a powerful war puppet."

"Wonderful!"

Zhou Yi praised the Mohist secret technique, which was suitable for use in the underworld, and also praised the White Lotus Evil Buddha for his wide knowledge. If he were allowed to figure it out by himself, he doesn't know how long it would take to wait.

"Does my father have a way to contact the Mo family? Pindao has something important to do with the human race, and he needs to ask Saint Mo to come out!"

"I don't know."

The old man said: "I am nothing more than a puppet at the bottom of the government city. I am responsible for serving the disciples of Momen. I am not qualified to serve as a summons."

"Pity."

Zhou Yi sighed.

"With Taoist Master's magical power, there is no need to sigh. Sooner or later, we will find Mo Sheng."

The old man said: "When we find traces of the mechanism cave, please let the Taoist priest tell me."

Zhou Yi said: "This is not what Pindao regrets."

"what is that?"

The old man always has an expressionless face and a calm voice.

"It's a pity that my husband gave up his life!"

As Zhou Yi spoke, he pointed his finger at the old man's eyebrows.

The mechanism puppet also has a center. With Mo Sheng's mysterious power, the puppet can almost be turned into a living person, and there is a high probability that the head is also the core.

The old man's expression remained unchanged. He watched the spiritual light approaching rapidly and was about to smash his forehead.

Wow!

His body changed rapidly, his old skin and blue-gray linen clothes were shattered, and in an instant he expanded to more than two feet, transforming from a rickety old man into a man in golden armor.

Zhou Yi's fingers fell on the helmet of the man in golden armor, leaving only a slight crack.

"Comparable to the defense of a demon!"

Suddenly, with a sound, the aura on his fingertips surged, and he instantly unleashed 100% of his mana.

The man in golden armor showed a look of fear, covered his head with his arms, and shouted loudly.

"Come and help me!"

boom!

With his arms broken, the man in golden armor took advantage of the situation and flew out of the house.

At this time, streaks of golden light lit up in Mojia Village, flying out from the houses, underground, walls, cracks in the rocks, and other places.

Falling around Zhou Yi, they turned into hundreds of men in golden armor.

These men are exactly the same height, have 70% similar faces, and have the same armor style.

The man with a broken arm said: "As an outsider, you are not welcome in Mojia Village!"

"Pindao apologize first."

Zhou Yi made a circle and said: "This matter is of great importance. I will not be unreasonable today. Either you will guide me to where the cave is, or you will all die."

"Arrogant!"

A man in golden armor roared angrily: "Even if the immortals and Buddhas come, I don't dare to run wild in Mojia Village!"

"Do you think the True Immortal Buddha is afraid of you? That's just for the sake of Saint Mo's face, and it's just a defense comparable to that of the Demonic Immortal!"

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, sword light flew out of his sleeves and circled around the man who was speaking.

brush!

The man in golden armor was broken into two pieces at the waist, and the wound was as smooth as a mirror.

Zhou Yi came to the door with a request, so he did not kill him and said: "The puppet creatures of the machine have a long life, so don't miss it today!"

"Formation! Formation!"

The men in golden armor shouted one after another and formed a formation according to mysterious positions. The golden aura connected them together, and their momentum increased several times.

"The gap is too big! It's useless!"

Zhou Yi pinched the sword secret with his hand, and the Ziying sword turned into thousands of sword lights, easily cutting off the spiritual light connection and breaking the formation.

The sword energy rushed past, and the man in golden armor was unstoppable. He intercepted all of them and lost all his fighting power.