Just when Zen Master Lingyou was wondering where this was, a tall figure as dark as ink suddenly appeared in the picture. At first glance, there was a thick layer of black fog shrouded around him. Although it was not real, you could clearly feel the evil temperament of the other party!

Even when he observed through the picture, Zen Master Lingyou could feel the magnificent spirit that soared into the sky. Even he couldn't help but look solemn, frowned, and slowly stood up, staring at him.

Although I can't see clearly, this kind of ghost energy that soars into the sky is definitely not something that ordinary ghosts can have!

Even some ghosts at the level of ghost kings that were eliminated in the past cannot be compared with them!

"This is the Great Ghost King!"

Some of the inheritance tokens of the True Buddha actually fell into the hands of such a ghost king?!

He immediately realized the seriousness of this problem!

If this Ghost King obtains the power of the True Buddha, then wouldn’t it be a disaster for the people of the world?

Now that the immortals and gods have not appeared for a long time, who can have enough power to prevent the other party from causing trouble in the world?

In fact, it was the first time that Du Bai observed the existence of the Nightmare Dragon King from the perspective of a third person, especially now that he has not traveled through time, that is, what he saw in the picture was the real Nightmare Dragon King, not his "fake".

But at this time, the other party was not as cold and ruthless as he imagined. If he did not look at it with tinted glasses like Zen Master Lingyou, he could feel the faint loneliness on the other party.

It was as if he was the only one left between heaven and earth, and there was no other like...

However, he did not give him any extra time to observe. In the picture, the Nightmare Dragon King suddenly seemed to notice an abnormality, looked up at the direction of the picture, and then let out a low and cold snorting from his throat with anger!

"Who dares to spy on this king?"

The voice contained a faint supreme majesty, as if it was a collection of thousands of kings, and the entire space became a little more stern.

With a heavy slap in his handrail, the terrifying aura suddenly burst out!

"boom!"

At this moment, every word on the exit seemed to have a huge power. Before the other party could finish speaking, he saw that the picture transformed from the Buddhist beads was like a mirror hit by a huge hammer, bursting open!

In just a moment, it turned into a fragment of light spots of stars, scattered in the surrounding light without leaving any trace.

Soon, the light on the Buddhist bead gradually dimmed, and then it fell gently into the hands of Zen Master Lingyou as if he had lost his strength, and the surrounding area fell into darkness again.

Zen Master Lingyou stood quietly for a while, then grabbed the string of Buddhist beads with his fingers, and called a disciple outside the hall to send a voice to him.

The hall door slowly opened, and a beam of light shone outside the door into the dark hall, and a middle-aged monk walked into the hall respectfully.

"What are the instructions for Master?"

"You go and check it out, the ghost king-level existence nearby..." Zen Master Lingyou sighed, but his eyes were firm.

"Master...why is this?" The disciple was stunned, a little uneasy and puzzled.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? There may be a great disaster in the world. How can I stop watching?" Zen Master Lingyou shook his head slightly.

Whether you can obtain the inheritance of the true Buddha is second, and the most important thing is to prevent it from falling into the hands of the demon!

Otherwise, his death will be a big deal!

And after that sentence was finished, the picture in front of me began to gradually become blurry and dim.

Du Bai finally understood the main reason why Zen Master Lingyou wanted to attack the ghost town.

I also realized that there was a treasure hidden beside me, but I didn't know the result.

Next, I originally thought that Zen Master Lingyou would find the ghost city and attack it, but unexpectedly, the fog around began to gradually dissipate...

After everything was clearer, Du Bai found that he had returned to reality.

It was still the Buddhist temple that seemed inconspicuous, and the relics left by Zen Master Lingyou were still placed in front of him.

No miracle happened. People cannot be resurrected when they die, even the existence of such living Buddhas.

You can still vaguely hear the monks' voices and footsteps outside the door, and it seems that everything is no different from before.

The only difference is that the wooden shelf originally had relics covered with red cloth, but now the cloth has automatically stretched out, revealing about seven or eight relics emitting a faint golden light below.

And the string of Buddhist beads left by the true Buddha I have seen in my memory!

Without even reaching out, the string of Buddhist beads had already flew up automatically and fell into his hands.

It's as kind as if the thing returned to the original owner.

"So I'm the one who's destined to be..."

Du Bai smiled faintly and felt a little emotional.

It's really hard to say about fate.

The time traveler senior worked hard all his life and spent countless energy to break through the secrets of gods and Buddhas, and could not obtain the inheritance. He came here himself, but he could enjoy his success without giving anything...

He sighed softly, put away the Buddhist beads, and then bowed to the relics seriously.

No matter what the result is, this living Buddha is truly sacrificed for the people, and this alone is enough to be respected.

Not to mention, it can be regarded as his own great benefactor indirectly.

...

When Du Bai returned to the ghost town, he ignored everything else and immediately returned to the hall.

Looking around, looking at the familiar scenes around, the white mist swayed, the ghosts in the mural on the left seemed to be waving their tails and begging for mercy, appearing vividly. The circles of black lotus on the right ripples slightly in a blood-red river, as if connecting to the irresistible distance, and as if hiding some deep darkness and mystery.

Deep and dangerous.

I have seen these things on weekdays. As far as he knows, only he can observe them fearlessly. Any other ghosts and monsters who come in here must be cautious and careful to lower their heads and must not be offended.

Even the peach blossom demon is the same.

It’s like if you are not careful, you will be imprisoned and tortured forever...

Although I have never seen that ghost really be imprisoned, no one dares to take risks in his own risk.

Shaking his head slightly, he temporarily turned his attention to the back of the bone throne he often sat on-

The huge golden Buddha statues were exactly the same as what was seen in the picture, with their heads almost facing the top of the hall, lifelike and vivid expressions.

In addition to fading and decay, the subtle cracks seem to be a little more than before.

I had never paid attention to it before. At this time, I looked up and didn't know if it was an illusion. I always felt that these Buddha statues were watching him. The faded and cracked eyes were free from sorrow or joy, but instead they were filled with some indescribable obscure emotions.

Of course these are dead things.

The so-called look is just an illusion.

If this illusion is not wrong, it is brought by the relics of the True Buddha.

Du Bai reached out to take out the string of Buddhist beads, took a light breath, looked up at the Buddha statues, with a solemn look.

"Then let me see what secrets are hidden in you..."
Chapter completed!