Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Chapter 265: Strange Bodhisattva

"Oh, my friend is the shopkeeper Huang of Siling Pavilion."

"It turns out that he is a high-ranking cultivator invited by the Four Spirits Pavilion."

A sincere smile immediately appeared on the old general's face, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Song didn't want to explain and walked slowly into the formation.

Just as Duan Fengshan was about to ask someone to open a way out, Zhang Song had already walked in and soon disappeared.

...

He saw an inconspicuous little temple in the distance, with thousands of people kneeling on the ground like monks.

Some of them had already died, some were emaciated, but they were all extremely pious, reciting scriptures and kneeling at the door.

Zhang Song's eyes were filled with black and white light. He looked inside and everything was blurry, blocked by the blood-red light.

There was a gentle and grand atmosphere in the temple, with tolerance and compassion, which made Zhang Song instantly feel liberated, comfortable, and want to let go of everything.

Tianzun realm?

Even if he is not at the Heavenly Venerate Realm, he is at the late Divine Sovereign Realm. You can't afford to offend him, so stay away from him immediately.

The city was empty and desolate.

Through the spiritual consciousness, I felt that there were still many people in the pavilion, but these people, like the people outside the city, were kneeling before the Buddha statue, praying devoutly and reciting scriptures.

Great Bodhisattva Lingguang!

Soon he arrived at the Four Spirits Pavilion.

Thousands of cultivators gathered here. They all knew that the Four Spirits Pavilion had a defensive formation, and as long as the Four Spirits Pavilion did not withdraw, it meant that they had not reached the point of despair.

Zhang Song walked in slowly, and the monks and warriors who were sitting cross-legged and practicing at the door immediately looked over with vigilance.

"This friend looks unfamiliar. He is not a monk from Deyang City, right?"

Someone asked with an unfriendly look. Coming from outside at this time might be related to something weird.

At this time, a waiter ran out and saw Zhang Song, and immediately smiled: "But Senior Zhang, the shopkeeper is on the fifth floor. He told you that you can go upstairs directly when you come."

Immediately, hundreds of eyes turned to Zhang Song.

In the past few years in Deyang City, Huang Shiqi has been a typical person who only cares about money and not people. Even those who gather at the door and the lobby on the first floor have to pay ten spirit stones every day. If they stay on the second floor, they have to pay thirty spirit stones every day.

"Friend, you are from outside? I wonder what the situation is like outside now?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I wonder if you have seen the small temple outside. Has it been cleared out?"

These people all knew that Zhang Song was an outsider, and he actually broke through the city defense formation.

This city defense formation was jointly set up by three True Lords. After the formation was completed, they tried to force their way out several times, but they were either killed in the formation or just wandered around in confusion, unable to break through it at all.

Now they are desperate and regret not evacuating earlier. They only hope that when the Siling Pavilion withdraws, they will have a chance to buy a boat ticket.

...

"Boss Huang." Zhang Song walked in with a laugh.

Huang Shiqi's house was filled with junk, gold and silver, and several boxes of jewelry.

"See? It's from the county magistrate's house. It's made of pure gold." Zhang Song looked at it curiously and said, "You didn't get some spiritual tools? That doesn't seem like your style."

"In the storage bag." He stretched out his hand and said, "It's full."

Huang Shiqi asked the apprentice at the door to bring up a few plates of cold dishes.

Zhang Song also got a plate of sashimi and a pot of wine.

"Right now, I'm the only place in the city where you can eat fresh vegetables."

"Amazing. Try this Zhenjun-level fish fillet. You have a small appetite, so you probably won't be able to eat more than a few bites."

Huang Shiqi didn't care at all. He just lightly tapped his fingers and two pieces of crystal clear fish flew into his mouth.

My eyes squinted in comfort.

"You said you beat up Yang Erlang?"

"Well, if his master hadn't come quickly, I could have crippled him right away."

Huang Shiqi grabbed the wine jug, poured himself a full bowl, and drank it with slurps.

"Be careful, those shameless people, they beat the younger ones and then the older ones. If you see them outside the domain, run away quickly."

Zhang Song deeply agreed with this.

The apprentice knocked on the door, and a dozen people behind him poked their heads and looked inside.

Zhang Song narrowed his eyes and looked at those people.

"I'll wait..."

"Please leave!"

Zhang Song waved his hand and these people were instantly flung away.

Huang Shiqi said: "The monks in Deyang City are like wolfhounds. If you show any weakness, they will pounce on you and devour you clean."

"I just don't like being watched."

After dinner, Huang Shiqi introduced the tea:

"The weird thing is that there is a chanting sound coming from the Lingguang Bodhisattva Temple outside. If the people who hear it have a weak sea of ​​consciousness, they will immediately become believers and convert outside the temple, praying and chanting day and night."

“Strong people will be unknowingly affected as long as they are in Deyang City. They will prostrate themselves at home, not eat or drink, and their souls will be imprisoned in their bodies until they completely dissipate.”

In just three months, except for those who escaped and those who stayed in the Four Spirits Pavilion, almost everyone became believers.

"The Divine Dynasty didn't care?"

“Even the three True Lords of the Dewu Sect couldn’t withstand the power of the temple, so how could anyone dare to come here?”

Emperor Dewu? Zhang Song smacked his lips.

"There is some cause and effect with Liyu, the Taoist sect to which True Lord Dewu belongs."

Zhenjun Dewu once ruled the Li domain, and later conquered the outside world and went to war with Yuyu Tianzun, and there has been no news since then.

It turns out that the Taoist tradition has been preserved.

Huang Shiqi took out a reward, which was specially prepared for Zhang Song: five thousand immortal stones and ten grains of time sand.

"what is this?"

"The maps of all the major forces are empty. You can go and look around. There are three to seven copies."

"Brother, you don't plan to stay in Deyang City anymore, do you?"

"It wasn't me who took it, it was you who took it."

Zhang Song: …

Zhang Song was about to clear up the weirdness in the city, and the Ruyi Disk suggested that there was a strange Lingguang Bodhisattva in the city.

His real body returned to the Immortal Palace and continued to comprehend the Imperial Court Sutra passed down to him by Immortal Dingguang, while refining the Taoist weapon Purple Lightning Hammer.

The white jade old Buddha came out, changed into a linen monk's robe, and walked out.

Weird against weird, let’s see who is afraid of who.

He walked to a large courtyard. There was a golden Buddha statue in the main house, fruits and cakes on the altar, and the air was filled with sandalwood.

The house was filled with people kneeling in prayer.

The people outside the house were all thin, with sallow complexions and dull eyes. Even if a gong was struck loudly next to their ears, it would not wake them up.

Among the six people kneeling in the room, there was a man in his fifties with a ruddy complexion, a hint of spiritual energy in his body, and he looked very strong.

He didn't notice Zhang Song.

Zhang Song swept his eyes across the golden Buddha statue and listened quietly to the scriptures coming to his ears.

"Believe in me, offer me sacrifices, bow down to me, and you will enter the paradise, be free from disease and disaster, and enjoy eternal life."

The spiritual power of these people was sucked away by the Buddha statue and then transported to a distant place like a water pipe.

He was not in a hurry, but listened to the scriptures patiently, feeling the faint spiritual power.

He stretched out his palm and placed it on the middle-aged man's head.

"Ah, ah, ah, what's wrong with me!"

The man regained consciousness, his face was filled with horror, and he screamed wildly.

"He still has his sanity and even a hint of instinctive awareness of what he is doing and what he has done."

Zhang Song raised his eyebrows slightly. To have such means, it must be more than just weird. Lingguang might really be a Bodhisattva.

It subtly affects the entire city.

He glanced again at the many believers in the courtyard who were exhausted.

The human body is like a candle, and the spiritual power is like the candle flame.

Burning the flesh to light the candle, this is what the old people often call "boiling oil, and the lamp goes out".

Some people can still be saved.

He moved his body and walked towards the county magistrate's mansion. He already knew that the Lingguang Bodhisattva was there now, refining the spiritual power.