Chapter 265: Heaven's Way Falls, Humanity Loses
The breath of the living made the dead souls and resentful ghosts floating freely in the Black Sea boil. They all raised their heads and roared towards the bloody sky, greedy, eager, and eager, stretching out countless pale and transparent arms or claws, trying to grab all the living people who descended into the Black Sea and tear them to pieces!
The number of dead souls was in the thousands and thousands, too numerous to count. They pushed and shoved each other, creating a turbulent wave. In an instant, a huge wave arose, whistling and sweeping towards the Taoist in mid-air.
The Taoist priest, with white hair and a youthful face, whose exact age could not be identified, just glanced downwards lightly, and lightning and fire burst out in the void. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of dead souls and resentful ghosts in the Black Sea were wiped out, and the surging waves were calmed.
With such magical power, even the Black Sea filled with billions of dead souls became silent for a moment. Then the sea area under the Taoist's feet became completely quiet. Even if new dead souls and resentful ghosts filled the sea area, no one dared to show greed and desire towards the Taoist.
“…”
The Taoist did not even glance at the calm Black Sea beneath his feet. Instead, he turned his gaze to the young monk at the edge of the Black Sea, and remained silent without saying a word.
The young monk in front of him, at first glance, seemed very weak, so weak that he only needed to release a wisp of his aura and cast a glance at him to turn him into ashes, and his soul would be scattered, without even the chance of reincarnation.
But he stared at the young monk for a long time. This monk, who was obviously extremely weak and had not even escaped the shackles of the mundane world, did not show any sign of abnormality when facing his gaze, as if his gaze was just that of an ordinary person.
That would have been fine, but what really made him feel fearful was that before he appeared here, the young monk had already been waiting here, as if he knew in advance that he would appear here.
But how is this possible?
The reason why he appeared here was just a thought that came to his mind by chance. If it weren't for his cautious nature, he would probably still be practicing and seeking enlightenment.
During the silence, the Taoist suddenly saw Buddha's light emanating from the young monk's body, and clear and mysterious light flashing in his eyes. The Taoist felt that he had seen into the monk's background.
I saw a pure land of bliss with a seven-treasure pool filled with eight kinds of water. The bottom of the pool was covered with golden sand. The streets on all four sides were made of gold, silver, and precious stones. There were also palaces and pavilions decorated with gold, silver, agate, colored glaze, and conch.
In the jade buildings, there are Arhats and Bodhisattvas. On the white jade lotus pedestals, there are many huge Buddhas sitting cross-legged. They look majestic and solemn, with golden light shining everywhere, and look dignified and solemn.
When the Taoist looked at the scenery of Lingshan, many big Buddhas noticed it and returned his gaze. Even the Bodhisattvas noticed the Buddhas' actions and looked over.
"May I ask where you are from, elder?"
The Taoist withdrew his gaze and no longer spied on the sacred mountain and pure land. The most frightening thing was the unknown, even if he was a Taoist master, he was no exception. However, when he knew the other party's origin and background, he was no longer afraid. He vaguely guessed what kind of person the other party was and made up his mind.
He is just a traveler sent out from a sacred mountain and pure land. His existence represents the attitude of all the Buddhas in that sacred mountain. His appearance here is probably the guidance of a certain Buddha.
He had also heard of the Buddhist knowledge of destiny. If there was a Buddha who could foresee that he would have the urge to walk out of the Creation Mountain today, it would not be surprising.
"I come from Xilan Continent, Tianlong Temple!"
Fayuan calmly looked at the Taoist standing on the precious lotus. Even if the Taoist just stood there for a moment, all kinds of strange phenomena would appear.
Colorful clouds descended from the sky, golden lotuses grew in the void, orchids and chicories appeared, thousands of rays of light appeared, auspicious auras were everywhere, and the sacred and peaceful rhythm of Taoism permeated the air. Even the black sea beneath his feet began to fade, as if it was about to be transformed into a pure sea.
"Tianlong Zen Temple."
Taoist Shenghe thought about it and seemed to have heard of something, but he had no impression. There were countless Taoist and Buddhist temples in this world as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges. Although only one in ten thousand could survive thousands of years and remain immortal, there were still quite a few.
But I don't have any impression of it and it doesn't matter. The name tells its meaning. Although the Buddhist Heavenly Dragon and the Four Seas Dragon Clan are similar in appearance, they are just similarities. In reality, they are just loach reptiles with empty dragon shapes.
How can the dragon scales and dragon blood that are easily grown by rolling in the Dragon Pond compare to the body of a real dragon that is forged after going through numerous heavenly tribulations and enduring all kinds of hardships?
Of course, only true dragons can look down on the Buddhist heavenly dragons. To creatures other than the dragon clan, even if they are at the same level, the heavenly dragons are absolutely terrifying and ferocious beings.
However, no matter how ferocious he is, it cannot change Tianlong's status in the Buddhist system. He is just a thug like the guardian Galan. Perhaps his status is high enough, but after all, he is not as good as the Buddha, and even some Bodhisattvas.
"I wonder what the elder is here for?"
Shenghe Daojun continued to ask. Even if he speculated that the other party was a person who was walking in the Pure Land of Lingshan Mountain, it was just speculation. Maybe the other party was the incarnation of a certain Buddha.
Therefore, in his eyes, the young monk could be killed with a flick of his hand, but the Taoist was not prepared to take action. Because once he took action, he would have a cause and effect relationship with a certain Buddha, and he hated this kind of thing the most. If he was not careful, he would fall into the calculation, which would be extremely troublesome.
"Looking for a donor to discuss the Dao and Dharma!"
Fayuan said, "How could a mere monk who had not even attained enlightenment seek a Taoist master to debate the Dharma with him?" It sounded ridiculous. However, after hearing what he said, Taoist Master Shenghe was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.
"Can!"
"Good."
Upon hearing this, the young monk smiled faintly, and a Buddhist aura naturally flowed out of him. On the ground of white bones under his feet, divine lotus flowers grew silently.
"I wonder what the elder wants to discuss with me?"
"I have heard that in the netherworld, there was a godless being born who wanted to ascend to heaven and change the dark and evil spirits of the netherworld. As a result, he suffered a catastrophe, died, and his soul was destroyed, and his true spirit was lost..."
Fayuan opened his mouth, but what came out of his mouth was earth-shattering. Under the dark sky above his head, streaks of purple lightning streaked through the sky, but did not strike down. Such a scene immediately caused Shenghe Taoist's eyes to narrow slightly, and he looked at the young monk in front of him with a different look.
He had only heard of the existence of the Netherworld Emperor after he entered the Creation Mountain. However, the fellow Taoist who told him the news had repeatedly warned him not to mention the existence of this emperor in the Netherworld. As for his name, it was not to be touched upon at all. Once it was mentioned, something terrible would happen.
"...Does Daojun have any advice? Will this emperor ever be resurrected and return?"
Even though there was a purple dragon circling above his head and endless calamity clouds growing out of thin air, the young Buddhist remained calm and was not at all moved by the divine punishment that was ready to strike above his head.
"I am ashamed of my courage, elder. I wonder if you are willing to enter the Chuangjie Mountain and discuss the Dharma with me?"
Taoist Shenghe spoke after taking a look at the gloomy and depressing calamity clouds above his head, which stretched for who knows how many tens of thousands of miles, especially the purple thunder dragon swimming in the calamity clouds.
Although this move implied the intention of surrendering, it was also intended to test the situation. Of course, the most important thing was that this Taoist did not want to mention the emperor at this moment. He had a premonition that if he opened his mouth to talk about the relevant matters, the thunder from the sky would hit his head.
Although the Purple Sky Divine Thunder could not kill him, he did not want to be struck by lightning for no reason. The thunder that symbolized the majesty of Heaven could still hurt his body. Even though he had already obtained the fruit of eternal immortality, he still had to be in awe of Heaven and Earth.
"That is what this poor monk wishes for."
Fayuan agreed without hesitation.
Seeing the young monk who agreed without even thinking about it, Shenghe Daojun waved the whisk in his hand. Endless golden light fell, weaving into a road, extending to the feet of the young monk, and in front of him, a door opened, revealing a vast and boundless realm filled with fairy spirit.
“Elder, please!”
Taoist Shenghe was quite polite, but even so, he was also quietly observing the young monk.
Then, a monk who was full of vitality and inspiration, and who was incredibly young, stepped onto the golden avenue. He took a step forward and entered the realm he controlled.
"Who is plotting against me?"
Seeing the young monk so fearless, Shenghe Daojun said to himself that he was a little confused now. It was obviously a whim, but when he went out, he ran into such a weird young monk.
No matter how you look at it, something is wrong, the overly youthful vitality, the incredible magical powers, and the rhythm of heaven and earth that can be evoked by every move, even he can't help but marvel at it .
He didn't believe that the young monk really looked as young as the life energy he exuded. He was clearly the incarnation of an old monster who had existed for who knows how many years, or the reincarnation of Buddha who had been reincarnated countless times.
"Forget it. Since you are trying to stop me from traveling in the name of discussing the Dao, I will not go."
Even though he could easily crush the young monk to death, overturn the chessboard, and move on, but the immortal path values life.
Taoist Shenghe did not think that turning against and killing the monk in front of him would be a good choice. He stubbornly moved forward. No matter who was plotting, someone blocked his way in the name of discussing Taoism, which meant that he might have just happened to be affected.
He was not the one being plotted against, so why did he take the initiative to step into an unknown disaster? Less trouble is worse than more trouble. It would be nice to discuss the emperor of the underworld with others in the Creation Mountain.
By the time the thought came to his mind, the Taoist had already made up his mind. He glanced at the white bone mountain surrounded by Buddha's light not far away, and then he no longer paid attention to them. They were just ghosts guarding the gate. When he had free time, he would just send an incarnation and recruit a few more. What was there to worry about?
…
Boom!
The light yellow talisman fell and stuck to the dark blue skin. With the burst of flames, the hard skin that was difficult to be cut by swords and knives was instantly blown apart, and the smelly flesh flew everywhere, and the filthy black blood flowed out.
Roar
With an angry roar, the monster, which exuded foul air, stared with its blood-red eyes at an old figure in a light yellow Taoist robe.
“…You…deserve…to die!”
There were still a lot of blood stains left, and one could even see the minced meat of the mouth as it opened and closed. Under the shocked gazes of the Taoist priest and many warriors, he spoke every word.
Although he was stuttering, his pronunciation was very clear, and the other meaning revealed in it made the Taoist priest, who was holding a peach wood sword in one hand and a yellow talisman in the other, could not help but curse:
"Damn it, what kind of world is this? I have the bad luck to encounter this. It's only been a few days since the coffin was opened, and now there is such a situation. This is really unfair!"
"Master, how can this zombie speak human language?"
When a warrior heard the zombie speaking human language, he was so frightened that his hands and feet were shaking and he could hardly hold the long sword with many gaps in his hand.
"Nonsense, if you become powerful, you will be able to speak human language, aren't those demons the same? If you become powerful, who can't speak human language?"
The old Taoist rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Master, how should we deal with this?"
The other warrior clenched the spear in his hand, his eyes were firm, and there was even a fiery fighting spirit flowing in his eyes.
To practice martial arts, besides having a fortune and purchasing many herbal supplements to nourish the body and consume vital energy, one also needs strong enemies to hone martial arts. Only in this way can one make rapid progress. Otherwise, what one ends up with is nothing more than a sandbag with internal energy but no way of using it.
"What else can we do? Of course we have to kill it. If you have the ability, you can just chop off its limbs. We can't let this thing drink human blood anymore. If it continues to eat like this, even if we invite an experienced master, he won't be able to save it."
The old Taoist priest cursed while activating the talisman in his hand. A brilliant light flashed, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a chopstick burst out and hit the zombie hard, instantly creating a big hole in its chest and abdomen.
"Well done, Taoist Priest!"
"Another one!"
Seeing that a lightning talisman almost blew the beast in half, many warriors cheered, and there were even quite a few reckless men urging the Taoist to fire another shot.
Many warriors are still afraid of the zombies that crawl out of the coffins and are unwilling to have too much contact with them. This is because once these zombies become powerful, not only will their bodies be as hard as gold and iron, they will also be extremely poisonous. If you are not careful and are scratched by them, you will become their servants.
"What are you doing here? This is the ancestral book left by the old Taoist master. I don't have the ability to draw the thunder talisman. What are you doing here? Are you all here to watch the show?"
Amid the crowd's urging, the old Taoist not only did not continue to display his divine power, but instead reached out and put all the remaining talismans into his Taoist robe, refusing to use them again no matter what.
Today, the way of heaven has been corrupted, humanity has been lost, ghosts and gods have lost their places, and chaos has occurred everywhere. Some formerly insignificant little demons and ghosts have taken advantage of this chaos to kill people everywhere, taking the opportunity to plunder the blood, energy and essence of the human race, and doing evil.
Just like the zombie in front of us, it has only been born half a month ago. If it were five years ago, this kind of zombie would have been killed by the roaming ghosts and gods as soon as it popped out.
But now it is no longer restrained by ghosts and gods. It has been devouring human blood continuously in a short period of time, and has reached the point where swords and knives cannot hurt it at all. It is about to evolve into a flying zombie.
