"What did you find?"
When Yang Gang heard this, he immediately rushed forward.
Even Han Xiang, who was standing under the dead tree in the distance, immediately floated down. Both of them could hear the panic in the tone of the fairyland soldier specially trained by Da Zhou.
A wonderland.
Although it was not a fairyland that he had truly stepped into by his own ability, it was obvious that something unusual had happened to him when he was so panicked.
In a mud pit beside the Styx River.
Lying quietly was a corpse with bronzed and golden skin. He was wearing a Buddhist cassock, which was already in tatters. He had obviously died after a great battle.
"Something's wrong."
Yang Gang squatted down and observed carefully.
It was discovered that there was not a single wound on the monk's body, his eyes were closed, but there was a strange smile on his face. It's not a Buddhist's charitable smile, but a Buddha statue covered with dust and cobwebs in a dark Buddhist hall suddenly smiles at you.
"There are no injuries on the body, and the cause of death is unknown. This is not good!"
Yang Gang looked at the corpse in the mud pit and frowned.
The Buddhist messenger died under mysterious circumstances, so wouldn't it be possible that the existence of their group... would be exposed?
Being surrounded by the Jiuyou clan here, even Yang Gang was not sure of victory.
"What are you shaking?"
However, at this time, Hanxiang looked at the soldier who first discovered the body strangely and asked.
"Um?"
Yang Gang's heart skipped a beat.
"me……"
The soldier trembled and said, "I know this Bodhisattva."
"Bodhisattva? What is his name? What is his status in Buddhism?" The shadow in Yang Gang's heart deepened. Looking at the expressions of the soldiers, the identity of this Buddhist messenger seemed to be somewhat extraordinary.
"Great... Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva."
The soldier swallowed his saliva and said in horror: "Return to the commander, my subordinates have spoken to the border of the far west of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so I have seen this Bodhisattva manifesting his holiness and transforming living beings outside the territory. According to rumors, this one Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva is the right flank of Amitabha Buddha in the West, one of the three great Buddhas in Buddhism, and is as famous as Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva."
"His magical powers are vast and his magical power is profound, only inferior to the three Buddhas."
"Who ever thought, who ever thought."
"The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta actually died here?" Yang Gang took over the words in surprise.
Then he looked at the people around him and asked, "Do you know what level of cultivation this Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva is at?"
"Return to my lord."
The same soldier replied: "It is said that this Bodhisattva... once fought against the Lord of the Plagues outside the territory, and it took three hundred moves before he fell into a disadvantage."
"So, it's at least 50,000 miles away?"
Yang Gang became more and more surprised.
Could it be that this Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva was not the one who came to help them?
It seems that a mere thousand soldiers of the fighting department are not worthy of a Bodhisattva of such status to take care of them, right?
Then why did he die quietly here?
Yang Gang subconsciously looked at Han Xiang.
Their eyes collided in the void, and they both saw the solemn look in each other's eyes.
"Leave?" Yang Gang said.
"This place is dangerous." Han Xiang nodded slightly.
"The whole army lines up, clean up the traces left, and stay away from the Styx immediately!" Yang Gang immediately ordered.
"yes!"
All the soldiers agreed in a low voice.
After a while.
Everyone cleared away all traces and without even touching the body of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, they retreated to the original path very carefully.
Half an hour later.
No strange phenomena appeared around them, and everyone let out a sigh of relief, feeling like they had escaped.
Even Han Xiang's palms were sweating.
They didn't know there was someone like Yang Gang in the team.
Using their strength to form a Great Zhou War Formation, they can at most deal with a false saint or an immortal. When encountering a being like Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, I am afraid that a slap will turn him into ashes.
It is inevitable to feel frightened and unbearable.
And at this time.
Yang Gang still looked alert, carefully observing the changes around him.
The so-called unknown is the scariest thing.
Things are so weird today.
It would be the strangest thing if nothing unexpected happened. Instead, he felt a little unsure.
Another half hour passed.
The surrounding soldiers were completely relieved, with smiles appearing on their faces. It seemed that they no longer had to perform tasks and could return to the earth, which made them very happy.
But Yang Gang was still worried.
"What are you worried about?"
Han Xiang walked beside Yang Gang and asked softly.
"It's a little weird."
Yang Gang whispered.
"What's weird?" Han Xiang said.
"Don't you think they were smiling a little too happily?" Yang Gang and Han Xiang hung at the end of the team, pointing at the figures of a thousand soldiers in front of them.
"There seems to be...some."
Hanxiang's eyes narrowed, and she lowered her head in confusion: "It is rumored that there are countless strange things under the Nine Netherworld, and some incomprehensible things often happen, but we obviously didn't see anything..."
"Just because we didn't see 'it' doesn't mean 'it' didn't see us."
Yang Gang shook his head slightly, his expression becoming more solemn. But he didn't realize that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.
"It's just a strange point that Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva died there. Another thing I don't know is, have you ever thought about why we didn't see a single person from the Jiuyou clan when we arrived at the River Styx?"
"More than that, there isn't even a single trace of the battle between the two sides. It's as if... they have long gone away and disappeared into another world."
"You mean..."
Han Xiang inhaled slightly, her face still cold, "Is that unknown existence more powerful than Amitabha of the West who is fighting in Jiuyou? Even he is deeply involved... Even the Jiuyou clan is staying away, not daring to get close to the current one. Styx?”
"It is said that those who are alive will encounter bad luck if they set foot in the Nine Netherworld. It seems that these words are not alarmist..." Yang Gang turned his head and looked at Han Xiang, the weird smile on his face still existed.
"You... laughed too."
Han Xiang's heart trembled and she subconsciously took two steps back.
"But you didn't smile."
Yang Gang seemed to know his situation and said: "There seems to be something in you, something different from us. It's very strange... It seems that you are the only hope for our group of people to survive."
"Something different about me?"
Han Xiang was a little confused, her steps still retreating away from Yang Gang, and even away from this team that was starting to become strange.
"I want to ask you to promise me something."
Yang Gang didn't pay attention to Han Xiang's actions and said this instead.
"What's up?"
Hanxiang stopped and stood ten feet away from Yang Gang.
"Before we lose our minds, leave here and go as far as possible..." Yang Gang looked into the distance, in the direction of the Styx River. Vaguely, he seemed to see a huge red flower blooming above the River Styx.
Gorgeous and weird.
It seems to have gathered all the poignancy and beauty in the world, and all the sad emotions of all living beings.
