Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

This garden seems to be a place for the orange-eyed ghost soldiers to rest, or a place for them to replenish their energy.

Zhang Yifeng didn't dare to enter, and an orange-eyed ghost soldier chased the master. Although Zhang Yifeng didn't know if the master was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, but there was not only one orange-eyed ghost soldier here, but it was densely packed, regardless of the number of people. Count them!

Just when Zhang Yifeng hesitated, his pupils contracted.

A figure appeared in the flower bed. This person was wearing a cassock, with a skinny figure and no hair. He was the skinny monk who led a thousand monks into the ghost town first.

The thin monk was walking on the edge of the flower bed. The ghost soldiers seemed unable to see him and couldn't sense his aura.

Zhang Yifeng took a closer look and discovered that the thin monk was holding a black bowl. The black bowl seemed to hide his aura. This monk is definitely not someone who lives up to his fame.

Watching the skinny monk enter the garden, Zhang Yifeng seemed to understand that these orange-eyed ghost soldiers had no eyes, and they could only sense the warriors through their breath.

Zhang Yifeng suddenly realized that if someone could perfectly conceal his aura, even if he stood in front of the orange-eyed ghost soldiers, the ghost soldiers would not be able to detect him. Although this orange-eyed ghost soldier is strong, as long as his aura is well concealed, he can't be discovered.

Understanding this, Zhang Yifeng used the breath-holding technique again and tentatively walked into the garden.

Sure enough, even if he stood next to the orange-eyed ghost soldier, the orange-eyed ghost soldier seemed to be unable to see him.

Zhang Yifeng took his time and followed Monk Zhan all the way. What did the monk want to do when he entered this garden? Does he know something about the ancient city?

Zhang Yifeng was very careful along the way. He did not step directly on the grass, but walked on tiptoes. He moved very slowly, not allowing himself to make much noise, so as not to attract the monk's attention.

Holding the black bowl in his hand, the monk walked far away. After walking for about an hour, he stopped.

At this time, the garden has reached the end, and there are no more orange-eyed ghost soldiers around. A skeleton appeared at the end of the line of sight.

The skeleton has no blood and flesh, and has turned into a white skeleton. It seems that it has not been exaggerated by the ghost energy and turned into a ghost soldier.

The skeleton is sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his hands on his thighs, as if he is meditating. The skeleton didn't know how long he had been dead, but there was actually a faint golden light lingering around him. This golden light came from the cassock.

The skeleton in front of him must be a monk, and he is not an ordinary monk. It can be seen from the intact cassock on his body.

After so many years, this cassock can still release Buddhist charm.

At this time, seeing the cassock, the male monk's body trembled slightly.

"Amitabha, Amitabha!"

He said Amitabha three times in a row, but instead of sighing, he was excited. It was obvious that he came here for this cassock. The monk did know something about the ancient city. The monk who died in the ancient city was probably a great being back then.

"With this purple gold cassock, what does this ghost city have to fear! Amitabha, Patriarch Fuguang, since you have passed away, let me inherit this cassock."

The monk's eyes shined with blazing light. The purple and gold cassock was definitely a treasure in this ancient city. Ghost flowers grew in the garden, and orange-eyed ghost soldiers liked to gather here. But two hundred meters away from the cassock, there was not a single ghost flower, but instead there was green grass! From this point we can see that the cassock is extraordinary.

Seeing the monk holding out his hand, Zhang Yifeng couldn't hold it anymore. He was hesitating whether to snatch the purple cassock from the monk. Although he was not a monk and could not use the purple cassock to great effect, if he got the purple cassock, he would get the Netherworld. The chance of a will-o'-the-wisp is even greater! This cassock is definitely a good thing. Because this is a magic weapon.

Zhang Yifeng was really surprised to see the magic weapon on the earth. Time and years have not been able to erase the Buddhist spirit in this magic weapon.

However, thinking about it, Zhang Yifeng was not sure whether he could beat this monk.

People in Buddhism and Taoism hide themselves deeply.

Zhang Yifeng knows this better than anyone. If a Buddhist doesn't take action with all his strength, you will never know how profound the other person's Dharma is.

Zhang Yifeng was not impulsive in his two lives, but chose to wait and see.

Sure enough, just when the thin monk was about to take off his cassock, another voice suddenly came.

"Amitabha, Junior Brother, your Dharma is still shallow and your qualifications are not deep. I should inherit this purple and gold cassock."

The person who spoke was about fifty meters away from Zhang Yifeng, and he was also a monk. He was not wearing a cassock, but a black trench coat. In the ancient city filled with ghosts, you really couldn't spot him unless you looked carefully.

This black windbreaker also seems to have the function of concealing breath.

"Brother Zhaopin, I didn't expect you to be following me."

Although the monk was a little surprised when he saw the other party, his mood swing was not big. He took back the hand holding the purple gold cassock and turned to look at the monk named Zhaopin.

"Junior Brother Zhaoru, thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to find this place. Now that you have brought me to my destination, just leave. I will inherit this cassock."

Zhaopin put his hands together and said Amitabha.

"Senior Brother, Master said back then that your character is not good enough, your climate is not good enough, and I am not a Buddha in your heart. Please give this cassock to Junior Brother."

The monk said calmly and did not give in.

"Junior brother, since you said this, let's compare whose Dharma is more profound. The Buddha's light shines everywhere!"

Without any warning, Zhaopin suddenly took action. A round of golden light suddenly appeared, covering all directions. The ghost energy in the fifty-meter radius was no longer visible. It was all golden Buddha light. The ghost town seemed to have turned into the bliss of the west.

The Buddha's light appeared, condensed into a series of Buddha's palms, and hit the monk.

The monk sighed: "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate."

A golden Buddha appeared and wrapped the monk. Zhaopin's attack landed on the Golden Buddha, making a roaring sound, and the violent shock wave turned into a howling wind, sweeping in all directions.

Zhang Yifeng prostrated his body on the ground, not daring to move.

At this moment, his brows furrowed tightly. The two monks were so frightened if they didn't take action.

This kind of cultivation is definitely not something ordinary monks can possess. Most of these two people come from the Hidden Sect.

Moreover, these two people were obviously controlling the scope of the fight and were very comfortable with their attacks.

The violent aura created by the two people's attacks made Zhang Yifeng understand immediately that these two people were much stronger than him. In other words, if Zhang Yifeng had taken action just now, he would probably be no match for Monk San.

Zhang Yifeng did not dare to be careless, and used his breath-holding technique to the extreme. He kept staring at the two people who took action. The auras on the two people were very violent, but they controlled their strength very well. The momentum was big and the movement was small. This can only mean that they released All the infuriating energy was directed at the local body, so the movement was not very loud.