Ninth-level fairy

The red coffin and the black coffin are very large and heavy, and are obviously made of high-quality wood.

But in the hands of these sorcerers, it was like a toy. Two people carried it out of the cave in a coffin.

It was not until they were far away that Du Fang quietly climbed down.

He was extremely angry. These people killed people like devils. They had no kindness at all and treated mortals like ants, trampling on them at will.

Master Qinghe looked at the place where dozens of people turned into ashes and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice:

"Amitabha!" He glanced at Du Fang's indignant expression and explained:

"Young friend, did you want to stand up for these mortals just now?"

Du Fang didn't say anything, but clenched his knuckles into fists.

Master Qinghe looked up at the sky, then at the ground. Then he smiled and said:

"This is the way of heaven. You and I are both ants of heaven, what's the difference between us and those mortals? You saved them today, but they will still be killed by other evil cultivators in the future. This is the law of cause and effect, and they deserve this disaster!"

Du Fang finally couldn't help but said, "Buddhists have the heart of a bodhisattva. Master, why didn't you save me and even tried to stop me?"

"Those people can't be touched!"

"Oh, is it because these people are following the orders of Elder Long Yuan?"

The old monk sighed and said, "The person we are looking for is right here. That Boss Gao is from the village!"

Hearing this, Du Fang suddenly froze.

Far in the sky, close in front of you.

It just happened to be such a coincidence that these people ran into each other.

"Are you...are you sure?" His voice began to tremble.

"Of course, but before I follow them, I want to take a look at the depths of this cave!"

Du Fang immediately remembered the officer's complacent words: Hundreds of people died here, all of them were monks with profound Buddhist knowledge, and the yin energy is far stronger than that of the mass grave.

The old monk walked in first.

Du Fang immediately followed him.

After walking hundreds of steps, I still didn't smell any stench of a rotting corpse.

'Have these monks truly attained Buddhahood? They couldn't even leave their bodies behind?' A thought popped up in his mind, but he walked deeper.

The cave began to feel damp.

Suddenly, a Buddhist temple appeared in front of them. The temple was simple and old, and was covered with green clay.

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and bowed a few times, then walked away.

Darkness—endless darkness.

There was complete darkness before their eyes and they could see nothing.

Du Fang carefully picked up a stone and threw it in.

There was no response, and the stone seemed to be completely swallowed by the darkness.

This darkness is completely different from the darkness under the night sky. It is like a circle. Above the top of the arc, you can still see the light in the cave.

This scene seems like someone cut a circle in this space and took out the entire piece.

While Du Fang was thinking this, Master Qinghe was already reciting in a low voice:

"It is indeed the place where the Three Thousand Great Avenues were left behind!"

Du Fang wondered, "What are the Three Thousand Great Daos? Why are they left here?"

The old monk explained, "The Three Thousand Great Daos refer to the three thousand gods and demons in ancient mythology who fought against Pangu, the creator of the world. After their death, their bodies entered the Dao and became the Three Thousand Great Daos..."

"Later, the strange creatures in the world began to develop spiritual intelligence, gradually absorbing the three thousand great ways and becoming small worlds, which are the three thousand drownings in Buddhism..."

Du Fang was becoming increasingly confused.

Master Qinghe saw his confusion and said directly, "There is a magical instrument left over from the prehistoric times that contains three thousand great ways. It directly placed the world in this cave into the magical instrument. Do you understand?"

"I see. It's like a hole has been dug in the wall. The wall is the space of our Nine Divine Continents!"

"You are very smart!"

Du Fang suddenly felt a strong desire and asked him, "Can we get into this hole?"

"I don't know, why don't you try it!" Master Qinghe shook his head.

Du Fang hesitated, but still reached his hand into the darkness.

There is not a single thing that is unusual.

There is no feeling of cold or heat, nor of air flow. The dark space here is like a dead silence. There is nothing but death.

He took out his hand and looked at it, which was intact and unchanged. He said in surprise:

"It's amazing! There are so many secrets in this world!"

Master Qinghe finally walked out.

This is a small world that has been cut off and is no longer useful.

Where were the mortuaries where the hundreds of monks lived moved to?

What's the use of having the corpses of these monks?

Countless questions arose in the old monk's mind, but no answer could solve them.

"Let's go, those people are probably walking fast, we can't catch up with them!"

The old monk flicked his sleeves, and the two men stepped on his gray clothes and chased after him.

Not long after, eight people were seen. The eight alchemists were walking up the stream. In the night, four of them carried the coffin, and the others followed one in front and three behind.

This formation is to prevent being intercepted.

Boss Gao walked in front.

Master Qinghe flew at a very low speed and followed from a distance, fearing that he would be discovered. From time to time, he would look for rocks and trees to hide his body.

Master Qinghe looked back from time to time. Du Fang was still wondering, so the old monk said softly:

"Who knows what evil is hiding in this desolate mountain, staring at us in the darkness? We'd better be careful!"

It was a long walk, going up the mountain and climbing trees all the way, until it was almost dawn when we finally reached a cliff.

The cliff blocked all the ways out. When the two were puzzled,

Boss Gao suddenly took out two red and black clothes and spread them on the coffin lid.

He whistled, and immediately, the coffin suddenly rose into the air like a bird with wings, carrying eight people and flew directly over the cliff.

The old monk didn't dare to get too close to those people.

Looking into the distance, there are dense forests and peaks, and a very tall building, like a nine-story Buddhist pavilion, standing under the night sky.

Beneath the huge Buddhist pavilion lies a village with dozens of households.

What surprised Du Fang was that under the bright moonlight, the village was filled with a gray, dead air, and the river in the middle seemed to have been cut into a crack more than ten feet deep by some enormous force.

It is straight and long, and it is obvious that it is the work of a monk.

The farmlands on both sides of the river valley turned into black charred powder, which was scattered in the night wind.

Boss Gao and his group disappeared as soon as they entered the village, and no one knew where they went.

Having lost his target, Master Qinghe landed cautiously on the ground, looking at this strange village, and whispered:

"Don't say anything, just follow my instructions!"

"it is good!"

Du Fang had already seen that the farmland on this hillside was littered with broken arms and human limbs. Broken trees and collapsed houses were all charred black. Even the lake where he drew his water had turned murky black, with several bloated, charred corpses floating in it.

The two of them walked gently up the path of existence.

Immediately, a bottomless crack, only as thick as an arm, extended from the foot of the mountain to the nine-story Buddhist pavilion.

The source of all the destroyed things can be traced back to that strange nine-story Buddhist pavilion.