The city died in vain.
According to legend, Shinto has an underworld to manage the reincarnation of living beings.
This city of vain death is one of the underworlds.
The Shinto respects the way of heaven, shepherds and protects all living beings in the world, and is divided into three realms: heaven, earth, and humans. Gods live in the sky, humans live in the middle, and ghosts live in the earth. The hierarchy is orderly and the system is strict.
Even if it has been 40,000 years, looking at this huge and majestic City of Wasted Death, and looking at the inscriptions on the city tower, it still seems that people can see the glorious moment of Shinto in the last era.
"How?" Juekong asked with a smile.
Jiang Sheng had expected this.
It is not the lifeless land arranged by Buddhism, the yin river and the yin earth, and the people who died in vain.
Except for Buddhism, the only one who can do this is Shinto.
Originally, Jiang Sheng thought it was the secret hand arranged by Shinto here. Now it seems that the mysterious realm of Shinto in the last era has been unable to maintain its own existence, which is why the vision manifested in the real world.
Just the slightest trace of aura leaking out turned Jiuling into a lifeless place. From this, we can imagine how majestic this city of death must have been in its heyday.
Jiang Sheng said: "In the last era, this place should have been the dojo of a certain divine king of the upper three realms."
Except for the divine king of the upper three realms, it is difficult for other monks to support such a large The secret realm operates.
“Yes, I think so too.” Juekong smiled.
Jiang Sheng looked at Juekong with a hint of vigilance in his eyes: "I am just curious, Master, what gave you the confidence to explore this dojo in the upper three realms?"
Juekong was completely unaware and said with a smile: "If this place hadn't been in ruins for 40,000 years and the magic had disappeared, how could I have come here?"
"Right now, this place is just a damaged secret realm."
“But even so, the City of Wasted Death is not something that strangers like us can easily enter.”
Jiang Sheng nodded slowly: “The City of Wasted Death is the one who died. Even if the creatures of the upper three realms die in the divine monarch's dojo, their supernatural power can affect a place for tens of thousands of years, and can even completely change the laws of a place."
"This city of useless death serves as the dojo of the upper three realms. , I don’t know how many dangers are hidden in it. Pindao is very curious about what is there that the mage must look for.”
"That's my business. You just need to open the gate of this city of futile death with me. Or are you afraid of Lingyuan?" Juekong looked at Jiang Sheng with a half-smile.
Jiang Sheng put his hands in his sleeves and counted with his left hand. After a moment, Jiang Sheng smiled and said: "I am really not very courageous. This city is too dangerous. I think it is better to leave first." "Good."
"Then what if there is a chance to reach the upper three realms?" Juekong said again.
Direct access to the upper three realms?
If there is such a good thing in the world, can it happen to them?
Regarding Juekong's words, Jiang Sheng only believed half of the ten words.
But it is also a lie to say that Jiang Sheng, who was born in vain, did not want to go in and take a look.
Jiang Sheng wanted to know what Juekong wanted to gain after racking his brains to enter this city of futile death.
What's more, this city of Fu Shi is indeed a geomantic treasure. It would be great if Juekong, the contemporary true successor of Da Tianlong Temple, could be kept here.
Juekong looked at Jiang Sheng quietly, and Jiang Sheng did not disappoint him in the end: "In this case, the poor Taoist will follow the Master into the city to have a look."
"That's good." A stone finally fell to Juekong's heart.
As long as Jiang Sheng is tricked into the City of Fusi, he can keep Jiang Sheng, the true successor of Penglai Taoism, here forever.
With such a treasured Feng Shui place, Jiang Sheng would be very willing to stay.
The two of them had their own thoughts and came to an iron-locked bridge.
This chain bridge is composed of three rotten iron chains connecting the two sides. It is covered with incomplete wooden boards. It looks like the bridge will collapse if the wind blows.
But this is in a secret realm after all, and the seemingly rotten cable bridge is still very stable.
Jiang Sheng and Juekong crossed the chain bridge and came to the other side. They saw that the sea of fire outside Wusi City had fallen silent, the mountain of swords had rotted, and the boiling oil in the hundred-foot cauldrons had solidified.
And the numerous instruments of torture were all covered in dust and dilapidated.
“These are the instruments of torture used in the city to punish those who did evil.”
“Everyone has a lifespan, and fate is determined by God. God has decided that you will live fifty years, you To die at forty is to die in vain.”
"Those who die in vain must spend a certain number of years in the City of Wasted Death before they can be reincarnated."
Juekong was talking eloquently, and he obviously had a deep understanding of the City of Wasted Death.
"Master knows a lot about the deeds of this Shinto." Jiang Sheng said.
Juekong laughed and said no more.
But Jiang Sheng thought of the statue of King Ming in Jiuling, the King Ming who suppressed the prison.
Obviously, the origin of the Ming King is quite extraordinary, and it may be related to the Shinto of the previous era.
Speaking of Buddhism, whether it is the Ming King or the Heavenly King, they all seem to be involved in Shinto. Thinking of this, Jiang Sheng became more vigilant.
Juekong’s plan for this trip must be very deep. Being able to rest assured that he can follow it shows that Juekong has made adequate preparations.
I just don’t know who is more prepared right now.
Wishi City is extremely majestic, and its entire body is made of pitch-black boulders. Its walls are hundreds of feet high, I don’t know how wide they are, and their length is so long that you can’t see the edges at a glance.
The gates of Wusi City are tall and strong, making it difficult for ordinary creatures to enter. Looking at the city gate covered with copper nails the size of a person and tightly fitting together, Jiang Sheng looked at Juekong: "How does the Master plan to open this door?"
Juekong explained: "The main entrance is natural. It is difficult to open, but the small door can still be opened. "
The main entrance of the City of Death is naturally not accessible to ordinary ghosts and monsters. The small doors below the main entrance are where ghosts can pass.
These small doors are opened under this huge city gate, each about ten feet high.
Juekong's hands shook, and his whole body appeared dark gold, and his Vajra Indestructible Body was activated.
The next moment, Juekong struck out the Demon-Subduing Lion Seal with one move. The light golden lion seal hit the small door and splashed smoke and dust all over the sky. Listening to the muffled thunder and roar, it seemed that the small door had been shaken.
But when the smoke and dust dispersed, even the small door was still motionless, not even a mark was left.
"So, you understand. This small door is also invulnerable. It can't be opened unless you and I work together."
Listening to Juekong's words, Jiang Sheng did not hold back, Qing Qing Ping Jian appeared, and the brilliant sword intent soared into the sky. The moment Ling Ran's sword intent burst out, the surroundings were filled with whimpering winds.
In the next breath, Jiang Sheng unsheathed his sword, the sword chant resounded, and a blue rainbow roared away.
I saw the sound of thunder suddenly appeared, the clouds exploded, and the blue rainbow turned into skylight and flew out, slashing at the small door with Lingran's sharp edge, and in an instant, the sword energy was everywhere.
A trace of fear flashed in Juekong's eyes. The power of Jiang Sheng's sword, even if it was not at full strength, was enough to make him wary.
When the raging sword energy dissipated, there was still no trace left on the small door.
This shows how hard this small door is. It cannot be forced open by the golden elixir monks. Unless a spiritual being comes in person, there is no hope of opening this door.
Juekong said: "Lingyuan, if you and I try our best, as long as we can shake the small door and open a small gap, it will be enough for you and me to get in."
"It's feasible." Jiang Sheng agreed.
The next moment, a dark golden glow circulated on Juekong's body, and the red cassock suddenly left his body. The body of the heavenly dragon appeared, and the mighty and virtuous heavenly dragon appeared.
As Juekong urged it, the Weide Tianlong roared and crashed into it.
A water-like sword appeared on Jiang Sheng's side, and four water-like swords appeared at the same time, turning into thirty-two sword rays.
The sky burst into sobs, and with lightning speed, thirty-two sword rainbows circled and turned sharply, and then flew out in a line.
The crane cries and the dragon roars!
In an instant, thirty-two sword rainbows hit the small door one after another like beads and stars, and the Weide Tianlong also crashed directly into it.
But the fire was raging, the sword energy was surging, and the deafening roar was accompanied by cloud explosions.
For a moment, it seemed as if the world was shaking, and a tiny gap was finally opened above the small door.
When Jiang Sheng and Juekong joined forces just now, none of the three or four Nascent Soul cultivators had such power.
As the small door was opened, Juekong and Jiang Sheng stopped and fled inside.
Vicissitudes of life, lamentation, and hesitation
Stepping on the black jade ground of the City of Wasted Death, Jiang Sheng felt the sadness of this secret place.
The atmosphere in Wusi City no longer flows, and all the buildings remain dilapidated but not completely decayed, as if time here has been suspended.
But even so, there is still not a single living being in the entire Fusui City, even if ghosts exist.
At this time, Jiang Sheng and Juekong were the only two strangers in this huge city of Fu Shi.
As the two strangers entered, the originally stagnant City of Death seemed to have regained a trace of time flow, and the turbid atmosphere began to become active again.
A small token appeared in Juekong's hand. The qi on the token was completely consistent with the qi of Wusi City.
This is a token that was lost in the City of Fusi, and it is the Imperial Order of the Magistrate's Office.
The token of an underworld judge.
This is the opportunity for Juekong.
“Lingyuan.” Juekong suddenly said.
“Why, you can’t help but want to cross the river and burn the bridge?” Jiang Sheng said with a smile.
A gilt Zen staff and a purple gold alms bowl appeared in Juekong's hand, with a smile on his face: "It doesn't count crossing the river and burning the bridge. If we talk about it, it should be killing the donkey."
"The door has been opened, but there is only one opportunity for this wasteful city."
"The poor monk never likes to share opportunities with others. In this way, I can only let you stay here and avoid leaking the news. ."
After saying this, Juekong paused with the gilded Zen staff in his hand, and the golden Buddha light bloomed. Then the purple gold alms bowl was raised in the air, casting the Buddha light to fix Jiang Sheng's figure.
However, under the Buddha's light, Jiang Sheng's figure spread out like water waves.
I walked out from another direction, and the Qingping sword in Jiang Sheng's hand groaned softly, eager to slash at Juekong.
"That's really a pity."
"Pin Dao is still happy to share with others, but it's a pity that fellow Taoist is not a Taoist."
"Juekong, you want to stay Poor Taoist, why don't I want to leave you here?"
Jiang Sheng said, the Qingping sword in his hand flickered, and the next moment there was a sudden rise in wind and water. , the cyan sword rainbow flew through the sky with the meaning of Feng Shui, like the sky light breaking through the clouds, heading straight towards the Juekongmian Gate.
Juekong laughed loudly, the mighty heavenly dragon appeared, the Buddha's fire surged, the dragon roared with anger, and the thousand-foot-long heavenly dragon wrapped around him, blocking Jiang Sheng's sword light that was indestructible and capable of cutting everything.
boom!
The sword energy surged, the Buddha's fire surged into the sky, and in the city of vain death that had been silent for 40,000 years, a roar suddenly appeared, as if it was awakening this dead city of darkness. (End of this chapter)