One day later.

West of the Ridge, eight thousand miles north of Liaocheng, is a quiet canyon.

Here, birds sing and flowers are fragrant, and towering ancient trees can be seen everywhere.

Thousand-year-old temples are located on the top of the mountain.

Smoke is shrouded in dreams.

In a trance, the morning light of the first sun passed through the fog, and the golden phantom of a big Buddha was shining.

The Buddha's eyes widened, his expression was not angry and his power was powerful.

It is the unmoving Ming King of Buddhism!

This is Xiaoming Temple!

Ancient temple that has been passed down for thousands of years.

At this moment, a golden light rushed from a distance and landed in the hall at the highest point, disappearing.

Soon, a bell rang across the mountains and forests.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

One, two, three, five, six, seven!

The bell rang seven times in a row.

At this moment, all the monks in Xiaoming Temple stopped what they were doing, whether they were doing morning classes, morning exercises, or cooking, diving, going up to the temple, to the little novice monks, all of them ran to the top of the mountain.

When they arrived, they realized that the abbot was there, and it seemed that he had been waiting for them for a while.

In just a short moment, all the monks gathered together.

"Senior Brother Abbot, what happened?"

Jingkong asked.

After returning from Pingding City, he had been healing his wounds in the secret room. He heard the seven bells ringing and then rushed over.

Because, the seven bells sounded, it means that something big happened!

The bell will only ring in an emergency.

The eight bells are the disaster of destroying the temple.

The nine bells are the great disaster of destruction!

The seven paths are no different, and they are often devastated.

"Jingwu just now, a secret letter came from him and something happened in Liaocheng!"

The abbot said slowly.

The abbot of Xiaoming Temple is the same generation as Jingkong and Jingwu, but he is much older than the two and has much stronger strength.

Jingkong and Jingwu seem to be only forty or fifty years old, while the abbot is old and erect.

Even so, his energy was extremely abundant, his eyes were bright and bright, like a torch. As long as he was taken by a glance, he would be purified.

It can be seen that the abbot’s Buddhist teachings are of great importance.

"What happened in Liaocheng?"

Jingkong was shocked.

"Didn't Junior Brother Jingwu take the temple-stool and the eighteen monks to suppress it? It should not be difficult to suppress a ghost town that has not been completely transformed with his junior brother's strength."

The abbot shook his head slowly, "I don't know the specific situation, but Jingwu's tone was quick, and he was afraid he had encountered an unimaginable dilemma."

"I guess, it may be that the legend has come true."

"Senior brother, are you talking about the legend recorded in the Gahua Sutra?"

Jingkong seemed to think of something and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"What legend can Senior Brother Jingkong make it clear?"

A monk next to him asked.

"Master once said, you should remember, the Gate of Hell!"

Jingkong slowly opened his mouth, his eyes full of caution.

"Gate of Hell!"

The monks were instantly panicked.

Speaking of the Gate of Hell, all monks in Xiaoming Temple know about it.

Because according to legend, the original intention of establishing a temple in Xiaoming Temple was to guard the gate of hell.

To this day, there is still a stone tablet at the foot of the mountain, with four big words "Gate of Hell" clearly engraved.

The ancient Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion can often see the handwriting left by predecessors, and in words, they are very respectful of the Gate of Hell.

"Amitabha, ancient Buddhist scriptures record that the first abbot of this temple joined forces to seal the gate of hell and did not leave, but created Xiaoming Temple, and ordered future generations to guard the gate of hell for generations. Once the seal is loose, you must suppress it at all costs!"

"This is the mission of our monks in Xiaoming Temple!"

"As the ninth generation abbot, I will eventually complete this mission!"

The abbot recites the Buddha's name.

"Anyone who has reached the Martial Emperor's cultivation level is ready to leave with me!"

"Junior Brother Jingkong, you can stay!"

The abbot looked at Jingkong, "The rest of the temples will go with me!"

"Senior brother, I'm going there too!"

Jingkong said loudly.

"No, your injuries have not fully recovered. Moreover, there must be someone in the temple to prevent the villains from taking advantage of the situation to rob them!"

The abbot shook his head.

"In any case, the incense of Xiaomingsi cannot be stopped. If I can't come back, I can only leave it to you to seal the gate of hell in the future!"

"Senior Brother!"

Jingkong was in a heavy mood, "You will definitely return safely. No matter what, the incense in Xiaomingsi will not be stopped!"

"Amitabha, Junior Brother Jingkong, you have great wisdom. You are the youngest and your realm is not far from the fourth level of Wuling. If your senior brother cannot come back, you will be the abbot of Xiaoming Temple in the future!"

The abbot said solemnly.

When it comes to the eighteen levels of hell, even the abbot is unsure.

Hell, that is a legend that has already involved the powerful power of the divine realm.

I am afraid that only by the true body of the Mingwang who does not move can he be fully confident in sealing the gate of hell.

According to the documentary, many powerful people joined forces to seal the Gate of Hell.

Among them, there is more than one Wu Zun strong man, and there is even one Wu Zong.

Only then did the Gate of Hell seal and build a city on it to suppress the ghost energy with popularity.

Try to permanently suppress.

It's just something unexpected. After thousands of years, the seal will loosen.

Nowadays, there is only one abbot, and even with all the monks in Xiaoming Temple, the chances are very slim.

"Fortunately, the first generation of abbots had already left behind, so we were not without a chance."

The abbot takes out a black token the size of a palm from the storage ring.

"This is the token that controls the formation of the sealed Hell Gate. As long as the formation is not completely destroyed, there is a great chance of sealing it again."

"In addition, there are golden relics from the first to eighth generation abbots, plus the three Buddha treasures left by the first generation abbots. As long as there is time, it is not difficult to seal them."

Jingkong sighed silently in his heart when he heard this.

Even if the seal is just loose, no one knows what ghost will run out before the seal.

That is the same eighteen levels of hell passage. Even if a sneak peek comparable to the martial emperor comes out, it is not impossible.

When it really comes to that time, I am afraid that the entire Qingzhou will become a ghost domain.

"No need to delay, set off immediately!"

The abbot untied his robes.

This is one of the three Buddha treasures left by the first generation of abbots.

He threw his cassock into the sky, and the cassock surged in the storm, turning into a hundred feet in size, floating in the air.

"Let's go!"

The first abbot fell on the cassock, and all the other monks who reached the Martial Emperor and above flew up, except Jingkong.

Without stopping at all, the abbot suddenly urged the energy in his body, and the cassock suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
Chapter completed!