Chapter 324
Great Thunderclap Temple
Zhou Sheng slowly opened the iron box in his hand. The next moment, a stream of heat gushed out, followed by a piece of shimmering red bronze flying out.
The bronze object was only two feet long, yet it possessed divine power and soared into the sky, resembling a small golden crow radiating endless light and heat.
Zhou Sheng reacted quickly and captured him immediately.
The palm of my hand burned, and the bronze skin seemed to melt; I almost couldn't take it down.
Fortunately, he had nearly two hundred years of cultivation and had mastered the first level of the Zombie Technique, making his physical body strong and capable of lifting a cauldron, which allowed him to forcefully suppress the Golden Crow Blood Copper.
"Indeed, this is it, the legendary Golden Crow Blood Copper. This is the first time I've ever seen it in all my years."
"This treasure trove truly lives up to its reputation..."
Gazing at this treasure, which faintly emanated the cry of a golden crow and possessed pure yang energy, even the well-informed old man of Niushan couldn't help but marvel.
Zhou Sheng was also amazed, but what surprised him was not the Golden Crow Blood Copper, but the old man of Niushan's ability to foresee the future.
This means that the other party had already calculated what he could get before he even stepped into the treasure vault.
Perhaps this theft itself was a test and a trial.
"Alright, enough of the small talk, let's get straight to the point and talk about that beautiful Bodhisattva. But let me warn you beforehand, she's not a good person. Once you listen to her, you'll be tainted by a great karmic debt that you can't wash away later..."
When he said these words, the old man Niu Shan looked particularly serious, without the slightest trace of his usual nonchalance.
"You should think carefully about whether you want to listen or not."
"listen."
Zhou Sheng only said one word, his voice exceptionally calm.
No matter how great the cause and effect, he will have to face it sooner or later. If he doesn't even have the courage to listen, then what's the point of cultivating the Tao or performing the show?
"Senior, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me!"
Yao Taifeng, naturally, followed her husband's lead. Not only was she not afraid, but she was also excited and eager to try.
She was by nature restless and adventurous. Last time, she missed the exciting event of slaying the dragon because she was busy cultivating her incense and golden body, and she had always regretted it. This time, she naturally couldn't let it pass.
"Haha, good, as expected of the fate of a dragon devouring immortals. Fine, this old beggar will risk offending that person to get to the bottom of this!"
"But before that..."
His eyes fell on the purple-gold gourd in Zhou Sheng's hand. He stroked his beard and chuckled, "That guy's background is really too big. Without a bit of strong liquor to bolster my courage, this old beggar really wouldn't dare to say anything..."
Zhou Sheng smiled helplessly and handed over the gourd in his hand.
The Celestial Master's Wine is different from the Jade Dew and Ambrosia. This wine is extremely strong and can only be drunk by those with the stomach and intestines of Zhong Kui, who can devour ghosts and evil spirits. Otherwise, it is like swallowing a fire knife, burning your internal organs. Even Zhou Sheng's copper-armored corpse body cannot withstand it.
He even suspected that the death of the old man Niu Shan's clone, besides consuming too much essence and blood, was mainly due to drinking a mouthful of Celestial Master's Wine.
Taking the gourd, the old man from Niushan first took a deep sniff of the wine's aroma, revealing a look of intoxication, and then carefully poured a small sip.
The next moment, he was drenched in sweat, his skin was burning hot and red like a boiled shrimp, a look of intoxication flashed in his eyes, and wisps of white mist rose from his forehead.
That was using profound magical power to counteract the domineering and fierce effects of the alcohol.
He was willing to risk his life to drink; such an obsession was truly unique to Zhou Sheng.
About a quarter of an hour later, Old Man Niu Shan finally recovered, shivering as if waking from a dream.
"That felt great! That really felt great!"
"It's a bit life-threatening, though. One bite like that will cost you at least twenty years of your lifespan!"
"Senior, please tell me quickly!"
Yao Taifeng couldn't help but urge him on, now fearing that the other person might die before recovering from the effects of the alcohol.
At least make things clear before you "die".
"Girl, what's the rush? I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."
The old man from Niushan first set up a magic array, then took out a statue of Laozi as a talisman. Only after everything was arranged did he slowly speak.
“Kid, you should have figured it out by now.” Zhou Sheng nodded and said, “The treasure vault where the wine was stolen this time should belong to that Crimson-Faced Bodhisattva, and the Black Bear Spirit guarding it is also serving her.”
In "Journey to the West", Guanyin Bodhisattva took the Black Bear Spirit as the guardian deity of the mountain. This Zhu Yan Bodhisattva is clearly imitating Guanyin.
He pretended to see the Bodhisattva, which frightened the black bear spirit so much that he quickly looked back.
“This time, the old beggar accurately predicted that He was in seclusion, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; otherwise, you would never have been able to return.”
"His cultivation level is far above that of the old beggar. Back then, my master fought him several times but could not determine a winner. It can be considered a draw."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng was startled.
The Imperial Tutor Liu Bowen also fought against that beautiful woman, and the two fought several times without a clear winner.
"However, my mentor later used the Tui Bei Tu left by Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng to successfully calculate the other party's background. Unfortunately, the late emperor then ordered my mentor to sever the dragon veins of the world, which cost him too much effort, allowing him to live so freely."
"Then what exactly is His origin?"
Upon hearing this question, the old man from Niushan slowly raised his eyes, and after a long while, uttered four words.
"Da Leiyin Temple".
……
The City of the Wrongfully Dead.
The thunder and fire spewed from the gourd still remained, and with the night wind blowing, it even seemed to be growing rapidly. In particular, the ghosts and gods that were burned by the thunder and fire flew around in panic, carrying the flames into the city.
This fire is no ordinary fire; it is specifically designed to use ghosts as fuel. When it encounters yin energy, it is like oil, igniting instantly.
The fire quickly spread throughout the city, its flames illuminating pairs of numb eyes.
Those are the souls of the dead who dwell in the city.
Normally, the City of the Wrongfully Dead belongs to the underworld, and it is inhabited by ghosts who died unjustly in the mortal world and whose lifespan in the underworld has not yet ended. They can live normally in the city and even get married and start families.
Only when their lifespan in the underworld is exhausted will their good and evil deeds be judged, and they will be reincarnated.
But now the souls in the city have inexplicably dull eyes, numb expressions, and a lot of blood blisters on their hands and feet.
Like a walking corpse, they didn't even flinch when the flames were right next to them.
Until a clap of thunder sounded, and then the rain fell like silk threads.
That was no ordinary rain; it seemed to contain some strange power, not only extinguishing the flames but also causing a faint white light to emanate from the bodies of the dead, and the blood blisters on their hands and feet to disappear quickly.
The magical rain drenched the numb ghosts, and they all awoke from their daze.
"The Bodhisattva has arrived! The Bodhisattva has arrived!"
"Namo Amitabha Buddha, the most compassionate Bodhisattva, you have finally manifested your power once again!"
"Please, Bodhisattva, help me to be saved! Please, Bodhisattva, help me to be saved!"
Countless people knelt down and kowtowed, their expressions humble, devout, and fervent, as if they had grasped at a lifeline.
The next moment, a figure appeared high in the sky, standing on a lotus platform and radiating boundless Buddhist light.
His body shone with light, dazzling and radiant. Mortals could not see his face clearly, but they could still vaguely discern that it was an infinitely pure and beautiful figure.
She gently raised her fair wrist and sprinkled the sweet dew from the jade bottle.
Those who are nourished by the sweet rain will have all their resentment vanished and their sins dispersed, as if they were reborn.
"Those who suffer throughout their lives should be saved by the universal salvation."
His voice echoed between heaven and earth, filled with the Zen spirit of compassion.
"After this rain, anyone whose palm displays the character '渡' (meaning 'crossing') will be able to ascend to the Buddha's Pure Land and enjoy eternal bliss."
...(End of this chapter)