Ninth-level fairy

Master Qinghe suddenly stopped, and Du Fang immediately looked around.

When their footsteps began to move towards the nine-story Buddhist pavilion, Du Fang clearly felt that the scene around him was a little weird.

I can't describe this feeling, but I always feel uncomfortable.

"Squat down!"

Master Qinghe suddenly said, hiding behind a bush.

Du Fang immediately squatted down.

at the same time.

The originally quiet and lonely village was suddenly filled with the sound of clappers.

As soon as the clapper sounded, the whole village began to be filled with the noisy sound of footsteps.

Du Fang looked at this scene and suddenly froze:

On the village path, several people came out of every wooden house, each of them dressed in festive clothes, looking very fancy.

Adults, children, and the elderly.

What was even more bizarre was that the severed limbs lying in the fields near the village and the charred corpses in the water all began to move slowly.

Everyone was heading towards the nine-story Buddhist pavilion.

Looking at this horrifying and bizarre scene, Du Fang took a breath.

He looked at the old monk, asking questions.

Master Qinghe just shook his head and made a gesture to keep quiet.

These people didn't speak. When they walked past Du Fang one by one, everyone had a smile on their face, but this smile was not a smile that came from the heart, but a cunning, weird smirk.

What made the two men's scalps tingle was that the man was wearing women's embroidered shoes for bound feet, his clothes were all red, and his face was covered with rouge and powder.

The child was being pulled by an adult, his face showing the wrinkles of an old man, while the old man with a hunched back had a head of hair like a baby's.

Du Fang was almost stunned. What the hell was going on?

All the traces of time that have been left on people have been strangely reversed on the people here. Ever since the bangzi sounded, the village has been full of people dragging their families with them, one after another, afraid that someone would be left behind.

As for those who had broken arms and legs, some were crawling and some were moving.

They were all heading towards the Nine-Storey Buddhist Pavilion.

It seems that these people would go there to worship even after they die.

The two of them looked at this strange scene and gasped at the same time.

Only after all the villagers had left did Qinghe Shangren suddenly stand up.

Du Fang was suddenly stunned——

Before his eyes, the bushes just now began to sprout flower buds under the moonlight. These flower buds opened and bloomed in front of them at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Du Fang stared at the flower and said, "It's blooming..."

The old monk looked very calm. He picked one and looked at it carefully. Under the bright moonlight, although the petals were small, they shone with an enchanting and gorgeous color.

This can no longer be explained by common sense.

Du Fang finally asked:

"Master, have you ever seen such a strange phenomenon before?"

"No! This is the first time I've seen it!"

Du Fang looked at the Buddha Pavilion in the distance, which was shining with bright golden light, and suddenly sneered:

"The answer should be in there, let's go and take a look!"

When the two men walked out of the bushes, the old monk deliberately looked around. The village had returned to its silence, and there was no one in sight.

The two people headed towards the nine-story Buddhist pavilion.

Du Fang was very cautious and suddenly stopped.

In the distance, a thin and lewd sound came from the Buddhist pavilion, which sounded like the sound of chanting in the Buddhist temple, or the sound of a man and a woman having sex.

The sound was blown away by the wind and I couldn't understand it at all.

Du Fang was just about to take off and fly into the Buddhist pavilion to take a look.

Suddenly, a huge pressure came down from the top of his head, and when his feet touched the ground, the heavy feeling disappeared.

He said in horror: "You can't fly here!"

Master Qinghe seemed to have anticipated this and said calmly, "It's normal that the rules of the great Dao are suppressing us here!"

It is so unexpected that such a small village would have such great rules.

After walking more than two hundred steps, we finally arrived in front of the nine-story Buddhist pavilion.

This Buddhist pavilion looks very tall from a distance, and it is even more majestic when you stand below.

It is almost dozens of feet high.

What is strange is that the colorful prayer flags completely cover the entire Buddhist pavilion, and it is impossible to tell whether it is made of wood or brick or stone.

When the night wind blows.

The prayer flags were suddenly blown by the wind, and the old monk said:

"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin!"

Du Fang also saw clearly the white bone support under the prayer flags.

These bones were the worth of a complete human being, sitting cross-legged, with green runes flashing on the bones. Those runes were completely unrecognizable, and did not look like the characters of the Nine Divine Continents.

Nearly a thousand sitting bones were strung together by golden threads, and in the middle, a huge golden pillar reached up to the sky.

All the gold threads were tied to the human skeleton, and each layer was densely packed with human skin, which was shaved and nailed to the wooden board.

Look at the golden light above the skeletons and the scars on the heads.

Du Fang finally understood why there was such a small world in the cave.

The space in the cave was cut out by someone with a magic weapon and placed on top of the village, and everything was suppressed by the rules of the Tao.

And in the cave, there are probably thousands of monks who were brought here.

It formed a Buddhist pavilion.

A feeling of nausea and discomfort came over me.

The wandering sorcerer Boss Gao's cruel killing method disappeared here, so he must have entered this Buddhist pavilion.

Du Fang was filled with anger and was about to step on the prayer flags to go in.

I just took a step forward.

The old monk suddenly shouted:

"Wait! Don't go in!"

It was too late. The prayer flags were stained with the breath of living people, and the nine-story Buddhist pavilion suddenly began to distort in the eyes of the two.

Du Fang could feel that the space around him began to twist and distort.

The path under my feet began to rise, like a twisted thin line, stretching into the night sky. The originally dark green lake water floated not far above my head.

"Something's wrong!" Du Fang shouted anxiously.

The moon began to fall under my feet, and what I stepped on was not the land, but white black clouds.

The old monk grabbed him and said calmly, "Don't be nervous. The lake is above us, and the moon is below us. This is the reversal of yin and yang. This whole village has been locked down by a powerful person who knows feng shui and otherworldly arts!"

"What should we do? What if the Buddhist pavilion suddenly disappears?"

The nine-story Buddhist pavilion suddenly disappeared from their sight!

The old monk closed his eyes, held the Buddhist beads, and whispered:

"If my guess is correct, this village should be guarded by a magical weapon. Our aura has been detected, so the restriction has been triggered..."

At this moment, everything in front of Du Fang began to distort and deform.

The house, the lake, the moon, every material object was distorted into countless lines, red, green and yellow lines twisted and swayed constantly.

"It's not a magic weapon, it's Yin Miasma!"

Master Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes and shouted sternly:

"Qiu Wuxie. Come out!"