Otherworldly Merchant

The old man in the grey robe took a breath of relief and slowly said: “Now that you have seen the bone is a great dream ghost, you must be very familiar with this part of history. ”

“In the late Tang dynasty, the Buddhist extermination operation was carried out in the hiding place, and the great dreamer came to the north with his double, deceiving the Buddhist army of Rondama. As they fled, they proclaimed their laws, and the more believers they gathered, the more they even reached tens of thousands. ”

“These men crossed the mountains and snowfields, guided by ghosts, into the valley. ”

When I heard this, I couldn't help but wonder, "Seniors, aren't their ultimate dreams of being a ghost? Why would he run away? ”

“Huh.” The gray robe laughed: “You're only half right. Fixing oneself is a small Buddhist method, and the universal life is a large Buddhist method. The Yin Buddhist practice is the doctrine of the great multiplication, so their dream is not just to turn themselves into ghosts, but to turn all people into ghosts. Since then, there has been no suffering in the world, and the world is the same. ”

“This is what they're building here for. ”

“There are seven Buddhist Ghost Arrays, but whoever is below the rank of God will surely die after hearing five! It was we who sacrificed our souls with our eyes and aroused the desire of all the ghosts on the wooden wand to live, so the sound was only beyond all the ghosts, and thus my wooden wand was disintegrated. ”

“Actually, they're not doing this for people, they're doing it for ghosts, more precisely the white bones you saw before. ”

“They are all followers of the Great Dream Ghost. After the sound of the Buddha's seven voices, these followers of the Ghost Ghost Ghost will become Ghost Rohan, Ghost Bodhisattva, and thus possess the power of illusion, that is, become another Great Dream Ghost. ”

“In other words, those tens of thousands of white bones are tens of thousands of sleeping ghosts, and Buddhist sounds are like alarm clocks. When a ghost could start a wave like that, how horrible would it be if there were tens of thousands of ghosts in the world? ”

“Their idea, though extremely frantic, is likely to come true, except, unfortunately or fortunately, that they met the Rürich family. ”

“Just as they were about to enter the valley, so did the Rüricks who had taken refuge. ”

“The Rüricks were being hunted down, afraid to come out of the valley and were less powerful than their followers, so they joined Yin Buddhism unwillingly. But they are all extraterritorial states, neither understand Chinese nor Tibetan, and all maintain the idea of the royal high people, can not be sensed by the teachings of Yin Buddhism. Many years later, when the battle was over and blood sacrifices were made - that is, cutting off the wrists of their own throats and draining the last drop of blood into this pool, they finally began to fight. ”

“Ultimately, all but a young man named Galen died in the war. ”

“But since then, the blood of the sacrifice has ceased to be pure, and the Falun Front has blossomed! ”

“Galen, who had fled since then, had no idea that his descendants had returned to the valley after a few floats. ”

“At this point, the Falun Front had demonstrated its power by confining the entire Rürick family here and turning it into a stone ghost, but the only thing that could not be confined was this sword of dusk.” The old man raised the sword: “The sword came from the founder of the Rürick dynasty, with which he had slaughtered twenty-seven great wizards in a day. The sword is said to have been named after the death of a large number of wizards, whose blood sprayed throughout the sky as if it were dusk. ”

“The sword of dusk gathers the souls of twenty-seven great wizards, mixed with the blood of the Rheuric royal family, perfectly capable of confronting the great dreamers. They've been fighting in this valley for centuries, and nobody can do anything about it! ”

“The outsiders have been fighting for the sword of dusk, but they have no clue. I know it's been here, but I also know that because of its existence, the Buddhist Ghost Array will never open until the Black Eagle pulls it out..."

The old man in the gray robe said to stretch out his pale, powerless hand and gently bounced on the blade.

The sword buzzed lightly as if it was talking about its own extraordinary past.

“As a Shadow Gatekeeper, I must not allow these evil laws to return to the world, just as the last antidote to brown ice - the poison was this Buddha's heart, so I rushed over to destroy Satan's father, the human scum. ”

“I had no idea that the father of Satan was a black hawk. Not only is he extremely familiar with all the tricks and weaknesses of the Yin Dynasty, but he also knows me well. That's why I was poisoned. ”

As the old man spoke, his fingertips connected, knocking constantly on the sword body.

The melody is familiar, just like the howl in the Pulse Magic Box.

As his fingers beat constantly, a sound of drinking came from the sword continuously.

Some are tall, some sharp, some hiss, some low... like a choir with an uneven tone, not bad length, and one of the most unsuccessful performances going on.

“This is the twenty-seven. The great wizards mourn as they die, all singing the fiercest and most vicious spells.” The old man continues to play as he explains.

With a bang, a piece of rust fell off the sword, and the crystal was bright and shiny inside.

Pfft, pfft!

As the scream in the sword continued, the rust fell, gradually revealing the original face of the sword -

Wide and sharp, brilliant, the sword is engraved with an ancient and strange symbol, a hidden exude of an extremely mysterious and powerful power.

Is this the true sword of dusk?

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Grumbling...

Without waiting for me to wake up, another grunt of running water came out of the pit.

I turned around and a bright red fountain erupted from the bottom of the pit.

A vast pool of blood flourished at the same time, just like this huge heart came back to life.

The golden spells around the pit are hidden and luminous. Blood is flowing wildly. The black lotus blossoms are colorful, and the inscriptions on the sword of dusk are lit at the same time.

The T-shirt man jumped in from above the lotus leaves and ran a few steps to us: "Senior, I cut off the wire. ”

“Mm-hmm.” The old man nodded softly: “Actually, there are three exits in this array. But now, you're going to have to go the hardest way! ”