The Buddha's voice is like a bell, shaking the whole world.
A wave of Buddha's mantra rippled out wildly, and the surrounding scene suddenly became condensed.
Outside the entrance of the cave, the Dao Formation Sect disciples who were busy operating the formation all remained motionless as they did at the last moment.
Gao Daren, who had entered the Taoist realm, was a little better, but his eyes were dull, his movements were countless times slower, and he slowly twisted his neck to look into the distance.
Lin Ji frowned slightly and looked sideways: he saw a skinny old monk walking far away from the hillside.
The old monk didn't know how old he was. He was stooped and staggering, and every step he took was extremely difficult.
But the old monk, who seemed thin and frail, would sound an extremely loud bell with every step he took.
when!
when! when!
As the bells rang, the old monk stepped forward. The distant wind lifted the corners of his clothes, revealing patches of bronze skin covered with green spots underneath. At first glance, he looked like a bronzed statue.
As he moved forward step by step, the smoke he stepped on flew up.
But after he passed by, all the smoke and dust floating in the air suddenly stopped.
It was as if the entire world had been stopped by a divine hand.
It was like a giant painting that stretched across the sky and the earth. The only person who could move in the painting was himself!
when! when! when!
The melodious bells became louder and louder, and the old monk slowly came closer and closer.
Lin Ji had seen this kind of magic before.
When he was in Ping'an Town, Yunzhou, Zen came to Yuanhun's eastward journey like this.
All sounds are still, and all things are like condensation!
"Amitabha!"
The old monk walked until he was four or five feet away from Lin Ji, and then he stopped. He slightly raised his wrinkled old face, faced Lin Ji with a smile and said, "This young man must be the benefactor Lin Jilin, who is known as the Heavenly Official, right?"
Lin Ji stared at him coldly without speaking, and secretly swept away with his soul.
There was no trace of this old monk’s cultivation at all!
In fact, there is no trace of vitality in his whole body!
As if he had been dead for who knows how many years!
But what's strange is that not only does this old monk not have any ghostly aura, but he has a clear Buddhist charm, which is far more amazing than the power of Buddha's light emanating from the Enlightenment Tribulation!
At this time, Lin Ji had already reached the peak of Taoism. He had experience with ghosts, monsters, Buddhas, and demons, but this was the first time he had seen anything like this!
When the old monk saw that he didn't answer, he was not annoyed or angry, and smiled kindly.
All the teeth in his mouth have long since fallen out, and his two long eyebrows are as white as frost and fall down to the sides below his ears.
"Old monk Zenji has seen the Heavenly Official."
Seeing that Lin Ji didn't answer, the old monk stretched out his hands with no flesh and bones and made a slight salute, and continued: "The old monk is here just to be entrusted by others and to sit with the heavenly officials. The rest is the same. It has nothing to do with the old monk! Please don’t blame me, Heavenly Official!”
As he said that, the old monk shook out his shabby monk's robe and sat down opposite Lin Ji majestically.
He closed his eyes slightly and moved his lips as he muttered something.
It's just that the voice was too low, or maybe it was only in his heart. The two of them were only four or five feet apart, and Lin Ji couldn't hear even half a note.
Who is this old monk?
What's the point of getting here in vain?
Why did the Dao Formation Sect, which had never participated in world competition, suddenly issue such a strange secret order?
Where did Master Mo get the news and send the nine disciples of the Dao Formation to seal the formation? How could he know that a monk from the West would appear near the formation?
boom!
Lin Jizheng was filled with doubts when he suddenly heard an explosion in the distance.
Turning his head, he saw Gao Daren, who was as if he had taken anesthesia. He took out a bamboo tube from his arms very slowly and pulled out the stopper with extraordinary effort.
This extremely simple action, but he was gritting his teeth and holding it in until his face turned red. It was so difficult!
Beads of sweat rolled on the tip of his nose and forehead, and his clothes were soaked in an instant.
Whoosh!
A ray of lavender light jumped out of the bamboo tube and leaped far into the air.
The light flew very fast, rising thousands of feet high in an instant, and then turned into thousands of finger-sized paper cranes and scattered into the air.
"I... called... someone...!" Gao Daren not only moved slowly, but also used his tongue a little too much, stammering.
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have exhausted all his spiritual energy, and like the other Taoist formation disciples around him, he stood still and motionless.
On all sides of the cave entrance, there are different shapes, like a group of lifelike wax statues erected here by someone!
The old monk seemed not to hear anything and continued to meditate with his eyes closed, motionless.
If it weren't for those two lips that kept closing, it would be no different from a frozen bronze statue.
Lin Ji glanced at him and saw that he had no intention of harming Gao Daren and the Dao Formation Sect disciples who were as stunned as wooden sculptures, so he did not move.
swish swish...
At this moment, there was a rustling sound from behind the mound.
Then, amid the smoke and dust floating in the air like mist, a figure walked out from afar.
The man was wearing a jet black night suit, his whole body was wrapped tightly, and even his eyes were covered with a layer of gauze.
He held a long sword in his hand.
The sword was half broken and covered with rust.
He walked very hard, making a half-foot-deep footwell on the ground with every step he took. He was out of breath after just a few steps.
This is not to say that this person is inexperienced.
On the contrary, it is enough to show that this person's profound cultivation is extremely terrifying!
Although Gao Daren's cultivation level is a bit weak, no matter how weak he is, he is still a Taoist!
When you enter the Taoist realm, it takes so long and so much effort to even pull out a bamboo tube!
As soon as he finished speaking a sentence, his spiritual energy was exhausted and he could no longer move!
But although this man walked slowly, he kept walking.
Although the journey is extremely difficult, we are moving forward step by step.
His steps were all the same, even the time when each foot was lifted and dropped was exactly the same, and the distance of each step was exactly the same!
When the man reached Lin Ji, he glanced sideways without stopping.
Then he walked straight towards the unfinished magic circle on the opposite side.
"Wait a minute!" Lin Ji suddenly said, "Who are you?"
The man paused for a moment, but neither responded nor turned around, but continued to stride forward.
Lin Jigang was about to get up when he suddenly found that there seemed to be roots under his body, and he was firmly pinned down.
Not to mention that he couldn't move his body, even his fingers couldn't move at all. The only thing that could move was the top of his neck.
Full of surprise, he turned around to look at the monk sitting across from him, and finally understood what he just said: "What does it mean to be entrusted by others and sit with the heavenly official?"
If he doesn't move, I can't move? What kind of magical power is this?
This old monk is here to contain me!
But this man in black, carrying a rusty and broken sword, is here to kill people!
Thinking about it this way, the shocking bloody sword light just now was most likely coming from the man in black!
Killing Dao Formation disciples is not the purpose.
They want to destroy the formation and release the suppressed monsters!
Who is this guy?
So what is the ultimate goal?
Don't wait for the next chapter, I'm a bit stuck.
(End of chapter)
