The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Xingkong knew that he was in trouble, so he quickly put down the bell pestle, turned around and ran towards Ye Doufeng.

Lin Manqing did not hesitate, put away Tianwu Ziyun and Suzaku Soul, and chased after him.

When we arrived at Yetou Peak, we could see clearly that what was rising into the sky was not a black dragon, but a ball of black fog. It was now lingering on the top of the mountain in the shape of a cloud. Black mist threads hung down, one end hanging into the valley at the back of the mountain. The valley was already filled with dark clouds, surging like a black ocean.

There was an old monk standing on the edge of the cliff, looking up at the black clouds with a look of compassion on his face, his hands clasped in front of his chest, and muttering something.

There was a faint golden light emanating from his body, which was not dazzling and could not be seen without careful observation. But it was this light that spread out and enveloped the Black Dragon Pond, echoing the sunlight in the sky and contending with the black cloud.

When Xingkong found that Lin Manqing had also followed him, he did not dare to move. He looked at Lin Manqing vigilantly to prevent her from disturbing the old wizard's practice.

When Lin Manqing arrived at the Black Dragon Pond, the changing weather in the sky was reflected in the clear water and she could see it clearly without looking up.

There was a person vaguely visible in the clouds, also sitting with his hands in a seal, fighting with the old wizard.

Clouds surged around the cloud, revealing the forms of many evil spirits, baring their fangs and waving their claws, but they were all eliminated by the golden light.

The fight between these two people seemed ordinary, but Lin Manqing felt a strong fluctuation of magic power.

This old monk is much stronger than Xingkong who just fought with her in Xiantong Temple and Xiankong in Qianfo Valley.

Apparently there was something wrong with the magic formation at Mount Wutai. The old monk was now relying entirely on his own skills to suppress the evil spirit that was rising in the valley.

Lin Manqing estimated that if the person down there just now was not Xingkong, but this old monk, with the help of the demon-killing energy of the Netherworld Bell and the Five Peaks Chain Array, she might really be trapped here.

Mount Wutai is indeed a holy place for Buddhism.

She had only seen this kind of formation momentum in Shushan.

At that time, they followed Li Muchen to Mount Shu, but were stopped outside the mountain gate. The Three Wonderful Immortals of Mount Shu set up the Three Talents and Two Politeness Sword Formation, and with the help of the stars and the veins of the earth, attracted the dragon energy of the mountains. The scene was truly earth-shaking.

Unfortunately, it was broken by Li Muchen, who also used the Heavenly Star Sword Rain to cleanse Ma Shan's body, introducing the earth's dragon energy into Ma Shan's body and fusing it with his soul lamp, giving his body real dragon energy, which was equivalent to completely activating the Zhulong Nine Yin Lamp.

Later, in order to deal with the Blood Demon, Master Zixu of Shushan almost activated the real Shushan formation. It is said that once the ancient Shushan formation is activated, the thousand-mile Shu land will be razed to the ground.

Fortunately, Li Muchen defeated the blood-stained demon and saved the mountains and rivers of Shu.

Lin Manqing saw that the old monk's strength was similar to that of Zixu Zhenren. She also thought of how Zixu Zhenren had fought against the Bantian demon in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain for hundreds of years. She looked up at the black clouds in the sky and saw a vague figure in the clouds. Could it be...

'The Luo Shihao his ghost servant was talking about?'

Just as Lin Manqing was thinking this, she suddenly heard a strange laugh coming from the clouds, with a hint of eerie ghostliness in the voice:

"Hehe, Huideng, Huideng, we have known each other for nearly five hundred years. How many times have we fought each other today? Why do I feel like you haven't made any progress?"

"Amitabha, the Buddha's teachings are boundless. Luo Shihao, it's not too late for you to turn back now. As long as you give up your ghost body, I will help you become a Buddha."

"Become a Buddha? Do you think everyone wants to be a bald donkey like you?"

"Amitabha, if you don't want to practice Buddhism, you can also enter the secular world. I am willing to give up my practice and become a mortal with you."

“Hahahaha…” The clouds rolled as Luo Shihao laughed, “Old bald donkey, listen to what you said. Do you believe it?”

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Tsk, do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? Why did I, Luo Shihao, ask you to come and save me? Huideng, your cultivation is far inferior to your master's. Now that the Wutai Mountain Alliance has been broken, you can't suppress mine with your cultivation. When I break free from the shackles of the Prison of Life, I will flatten your Wutai Mountain!"

"Amitabha……"

Huideng chanted the Buddha's name and did not continue arguing with him. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly, took the rosary from his chest, and muttered the Buddhist mantra to himself.

The golden light on his body was still hazy, and there seemed to be no change, but the sky was shining brightly with golden light, and the outside of the clouds seemed to be inlaid with a circle of golden edge, wrapping the black clouds tightly.

Luo Shihao also calmed down. The wind in the valley was howling, rolling up the black mist, which was sucked upward into the black clouds in the sky.

As the black fog was sucked in, the golden edge around the cloud became lighter and thinner.

Lin Manqing finally confirmed that this was Luo Shihao.

But she didn't move, just watched the situation develop.

The ghost servant said that Luo Shihao was the ghost king of Fengdu and was suppressed in Mount Wutai. If Luo Shihao could be subdued, he could get 100,000 ghost soldiers from Fengdu and form his own army to help Li Muchen sink into the Guanghai.

But Li Muchen was not very keen on recruiting soldiers and gathering forces, which was not in line with Li Muchen's Taoism. No matter whether it was the True Man Wulong and the Red Robe Old Monster from Wuyi Mountain, or the Half-Sky Demon from Shu Mountain, Li Muchen did not accept them because of the instructions of the Dark Servant, but because they were demons, without any sin, but were not tolerated by the world.

So Li Muchen had no intention of going to Mount Wutai to look for Luo Shihao. Lin Manqing had thought about this before coming, but she just went with the flow. She didn't expect to meet him so soon.

The old monk Huideng was indeed very powerful. Even after losing the Five Peaks Chain Array of Mount Wutai, he still relied on his own Buddhist teachings to fight his opponents.

On the other hand, Luo Shihao was constantly receiving support from the black fog in the valley.

Lin Manqing didn't know where that place was, but the black fog contained a strong aura of death, and she could even hear the shrill howls of ghosts in her consciousness.

Lin Manqing frowned unconsciously, this Luo Shihao was using ghosts to consume the power of Master Huideng. And from the increasingly heavy and compassionate look on Master Huideng's face, it can be seen that he was in pain.

"Hahaha, come on, the more ghosts you eliminate, the heavier your karma will be, and the less likely you will become a Buddha! Hahaha..." Luo Shihao laughed.

"Alas..." Hui Deng sighed, "Why don't you come and help!"

Venerable Xingkong was startled, and quickly stepped back and turned around, taking off his monk bag. He shook his arms, and a pair of golden cymbals appeared in his hands. He shouted, "Demon, stop being so arrogant!"

He was about to fly up when he heard Huideng say, "Xingkong, don't move. You can't beat him."

"Ah?" Xingkong was stunned. "Then Master, you just..."

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about that female donor."