"Did you like the ghosts in the underworld?"

"That's right!"

The Buddha turned around and felt a little more passionate in the plain, "It's a pity that the underworld's ghost soldiers are unruly and have only been commanded by the underworld for millions of years! The Ten Palaces of Yanjun are all powerful. I think I am invincible in the three realms after breaking the seal, but I still have no choice when I encounter these things! I thought I was attracted by the ability of the Northern Ghost King to command ghosts and gods, so I favored him. Unfortunately, this kid is just a stone, and he doesn't want to go in! He would rather commit suicide than serve me! It's really hateful!"

Dazang Kangba made a puzzled statement, "Aren't the Northern Ghost King attacked and killed by the ancient sect?"

"The Sorrower did go out, but he did commit suicide! It took thousands of years before I realized that all this was the bastard's plan! He pretended to die, and escaped with the spiritual fetus, and was reborn from invisible to tangible. However, in the past three thousand years, we know nothing about this matter! For three thousand years, I have been looking for his substitute, but no matter who sacred is, there is no such method!"

"As far as I know, there are people in the Taoist sect who can command ghosts."

"joke!"

Master Buddha snorted coldly, "Those lonely ghosts are everywhere in the mountains, but they are useless! Compared with King Ao's 100,000 ghost soldiers, it's a huge difference!"

"Is there really that big gap?"

"Those 100,000 ghost soldiers are unparalleled in the world. Just pull out one of them is an elite strong man among ghosts. If these 100,000 ghost soldiers are in my hands, even those entangled things will not be afraid!"

"The little monk understands." Dazang Kangba clasped his hands together and lowered his head, "No wonder you found that guy Yuan Tuo! He also gave him infinite convenience! I think you have the intention to use Yuan Tuo to create corpse soldiers instead of the ghost soldiers in the Ghost Mansion!"

"That's right." The Buddha shook his head with his hands behind his back, "It's a pity that although this idea seems good, it still failed in the end! Even Yuan Tuo, the world's top corpse refining master, has a variety of quality! He has been focusing on this for two hundred years, but in the end he has only refined seven Vajra corpses! You must know that the ghost soldiers in the Ghost Palace I want are extremely powerful, and they are not under the few Vajra corpses he has refined! If you want to use his power to accomplish things, you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month! Fortunately, the turn of the journey has changed, and now the time has come, and an unprecedented good opportunity is right in front of you!"

"What do you need the monk to do?"

"One word, wait!"

The Buddha raised a finger, "His power has not been fully awakened. Even if he is taken down at this time, he will not be able to summon the underworld's ghost soldiers. What you have to do now is to raise tigers!"

"If you raise a tiger, it may not be possible to have problems! You should make plans early."

"It's true, but you don't have to worry. The reason why I woke up Hongzhusha to give her infinite grace was to wait for that day to come! I had already planned all this, and there was no need to think about it anymore. The most urgent thing was another matter."

"The little monk understands." Dazang Kama suddenly woke up, clasped his hands together again, lowered his head to make a respectful statement, "I have arranged the manpower and wait until the time comes, and take action immediately!"

"Don't let me down." The Buddha said, turning slightly, almost with this turn, his body dimmed, and inadvertently turned into a scattered smoke and disappeared.

——Cut—

At the same time, a man wearing a down jacket, holding a torch, and carrying a large luggage bag behind him was wandering around the cave alone in a dark and dark cave.

The cave looks quite dark and deep, and there is no other light except the light of the torch.

However, as the fire turned, you could clearly see various traces of excavation in the cave, and there were a large number of murals with rich religious colors on some flat stone walls.

The mural looks quite old. Judging from the color matching, it looks a bit like Dunhuang, but the drawing style is not that delicate, a bit rough, and has a staggering quaint and gloomy.

The torch flicked and naturally yelled, and at the same time, a large piece of ancient scene appeared under the shadow of the fire.

The people in the mural were wearing strange costumes, each of which looked strange. In total, there were generally two types of people in the scroll. One had green skin, with bare mouths, fangs, and half a human and half a ghost, while the other was human-shaped!

However, this human figure is different from the people you see normally. They are all dispersed and naked. Everyone is bound by iron locks and crying, as if they are suffering from some kind of torture, extremely painful.

"Is this the legendary hell?" The torch in the man shook again and walked towards one side. As more and more murals were added, the content in the drawing became more and more unrestrained.

The stomachs were plucked, and the knife and oil pan were filled with miserable situations. The various restricted details on the picture were unrestrained, making people's scalp numb and unable to withstand it!

The man looked at the murals carefully under pressure, and it seemed to be quite serious. He seemed to be searching for something, and then he seemed to be looking for something. Finally, in the fork near a cave inside, he found a very large piece.

This is like a narrative mural, like the comic strips I read in the past. The scroll is divided into three parts: east and west, south and south. The content on it is very mottled. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t see clearly.

"Buzz--"

His hand gently touched the stone wall, and the patterns on the mural were completely renewed. Only then could he vaguely see that the right side of the mural was an old woman kneeling on the ground.

She was holding a ball of red charcoal in her hand, and there were many green-faced and fanged demons beating her next to her.

She seemed extremely painful, and her expression was extremely distorted. Unfortunately, the demon next to her did not show any sign of pity for him. Instead, over the sky of hell, a man who looked like a Buddhist venerable was staring at the bottom with his hands folded. As he looked, tears flowed between his eyes.

This man is kind-hearted and bald, wearing a monk's robe with a shawl, and is obviously not a Middle-earth person.

In the subsequent picture, there was another scene. There were many similar gods in the sky, all of whom were holding their hands, holding the sky. Five-color auspicious clouds were coiled in the sky. Under the auspicious clouds, there was a golden light. In the golden light, the monk was carrying an old woman in hell and flew up in the sky with his head raised. Behind this person, countless evil spirits like shackles and shackles in hell, even broken arms, climbed up from the golden light with him, a distance from the monk, but not too far.

Then, there was the third scene. There were no monks or golden light in the scene. There were only the hideous ghosts flying all over the world and a group of relatively normal people who seemed to be mixed together. Those evil ghosts were not idle, raped, plundered, killed, and set fire. Because the things on the murals were completely different from those of people, they looked quite easy to distinguish.
Chapter completed!