Ninth-level fairy

"Let's go!" Du Fang knew that this old stubborn man would not listen to his good intentions at all.

Since entering Lingyuan, nothing good has happened. There is a Buddhist kingdom hidden under the ancient tomb. Who would believe it if I told others?

As they walked along, all they encountered were dead people, corpses, evil things, and strange beasts that wanted to eat people.

It looked peaceful here, but Du Fang had a feeling something was wrong.

But the scene before him was still very different from what he had imagined.

This Buddhist kingdom is surrounded by a plain between eighteen mountain peaks and is shaped like a Buddhist lotus.

Chang Qingzi looked at this feng shui layout and kept praising it: "It's really a good feng shui, it can store wind and gather energy. It's a great place for cultivation and refining!"

Du Fang was looking at the people walking on the street.

These people had a strong air of life, but their faces showed no trace of worldly emotions. Everyone's expression was full of reverence and solemnity, and almost everyone's face looked like this.

And on the streets, there is not a trace of worldly life.

There are no restaurants, memorial archways, or inns or shops.

The entire street was swept very clean, so clean that it didn't look like a place where people could live.

Chang Qingzi just grabbed someone to ask for directions, when suddenly, the passerby's solemn and respectful expression changed, and an expression of anger and rebellion appeared on his face.

Du Fang was startled and shouted, "Let go!"

Chang Qingzi had just let go of the man when suddenly, the man disappeared in front of him. A wisp of green air swirled out from his body, like green smoke, and gathered towards the Buddha statue in the middle that was a hundred feet tall.

Chang Qingzi was very brave and arrested several people in succession, but the result was exactly the same.

Before everyone disappears, their body is covered with green smoke and returns to the body of Buddha.

Now both of them became alert at the same time. This phenomenon was too strange.

Du Fang asked him, "Grandmaster, you have lived for hundreds of years, and your knowledge and experience surpass mine ten times. How do you explain the situation we are facing?"

Chang Qingzi kept his mouth shut. He had never seen such a scene before.

"Have you noticed? There's nothing to eat, drink, or use on this street. On both sides of the street, there are only copper stoves and giant tripods filled with incense ash."

"Of course I found out. Do you need me to tell you?" Chang Qingzi retorted.

Du Fang whispered, "Could it be that these people grew up eating incense ashes?"

Suddenly, as if to confirm what he said, a passerby grabbed the incense ash from the stove, stuffed it into his mouth, and hurried away.

The two people stood there in a daze.

Du Fang was speechless. His casual words became reality.

He immediately seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said, "Tell me, will these people listen to what we say and act out the words directly?"

"you try!"

Du Fang immediately asked, "Will these people eat the incense burner?"

This time, the prophecy did not come true. No passerby tried to gnaw on the incense burner. On the contrary, someone woodenly grabbed a handful of incense ash and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was just a coincidence. The people here make a living by eating incense ashes.

The tall Buddha statue was very close, and the two of them walked and stopped until they arrived below.

Looking up, Chang Qingzi's expression suddenly froze. Du Fang followed his gaze and suddenly froze as well.

Above the Buddha's feet, twelve golden men sat cross-legged, their bodies covered with gold lacquer. Each of the golden arhats had a shining head, kind eyes and lowered brows.

Chang Qingzi's body suddenly trembled.

"What's wrong, Master?" Du Fang asked when he noticed something was wrong. Chang Qingzi didn't answer him. He moved swiftly, climbed over the railing, and pounced directly on it, standing in front of the twelve golden arhats.

He suddenly seemed to be going crazy.

He kept peeling off the gold paint on the Arhats.

As soon as the gold paint touched his hands, it fell off, revealing his original appearance.

Du Fang immediately followed. Suddenly, Chang Qingzi knelt on the ground, tears in his eyes, and choked out a low sob: "Junior brother... Senior brother... I'm late..."

Nine eighth-level sword cultivators from Lingxiao and three top cultivators from other sects had their eyes gouged out, their heads shaved, and were transformed into golden arhats, sitting here.

Their skin and flesh were still very elastic, but the blood scabs in their eye sockets seemed to have been there for hundreds of years.

This gold paint can preserve their bodies very well.

"They are your Lingxiao's predecessors, please kowtow to them!" Changqingzi looked sad and wiped away his tears, as if he had already accepted such a tragedy.

Du Fang knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Eighteen of the top masters of Jiuzhou at that time, all the elites of Lingxiao Sword Sect, were turned into golden arhats and had their eyes gouged out.

Du Fang suddenly felt very sad and angry, and wanted to find a place to vent his anger.

Chang Qingzi murmured, "They are all dead...you are dead too..." He knelt and moved over, hugging an Arhat tightly.

In the middle, a female Arhat with shaved head kissed with tears on her lips.

Du Fang turned his head away, unable to bear watching this scene. He knew that this was the Taoist partner of the founder and also his lover. How could he not be sad when his loved one died tragically?

After a long while, Du finally persuaded him, "Grandmaster, please get up. The dead cannot be resurrected. This senior must have entered the cycle of reincarnation long ago and been reborn!"

Chang Qingzi didn't say anything, the sadness in his eyes gradually turned into anger.

Gritting his teeth, he looked at the golden Buddha statue above him, which was a hundred feet tall and almost reached the sky, and said angrily, "No! This damn Bodhisattva has suppressed all their souls here and won't let them escape!"

Du Fang was in deep thought. He had only seen one or two people before, but this time he saw twelve of them at once in this Buddhist country.

This Buddhist kingdom must be some kind of magical instrument that prevents these predecessors who already know the secret of this place from escaping.

As he looked, he saw nothing strange except the shining golden light of Buddha.

Du Fang was a little puzzled. Before, every time he wanted to escape from a different scene, his predecessors would leave behind tokens, such as black stones and iron swords, which were magical tools used to break mirrors.

But here, there seems to be nothing.

Suddenly, Du Fang's eyes froze, and he stared fixedly at the place where the huge Buddha's hands were crossed.

There, different from all the golden Buddha light, there was a faint green light, blending into the entire shining golden light.

Without saying a word, Du Fang immediately drew out his sword and moved forward along the golden body of the Buddha.

This golden Buddha statue was too tall and too big. Du Fang climbed for a long time with his injured body, until he was out of breath and finally reached the halfway point of the Buddha statue.

He stood with his sword in his hand, looking at the palm of the Buddha.

His eyes suddenly froze:

How can it be?

Did I see it wrong?

In the palms of the Buddha's clasped hands is a blue fairy flower emitting a green light. It has nine layers above and below, with a total of eighty-one petals.

Each petal glows with a green hue.

This is indeed the fairy flower.