Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1861 Buddha Ghost

As soon as you step onto the 839th floor, gusts of cold wind will make you feel cold all over.

The sky was as dark as night, the earth was pitch black, and the shadows of the trees in the wind were like evil spirits with bared fangs and claws, as if they would pounce at you in the next moment.

Liu Qinghuan narrowed his eyes, feeling the heavy pressure suddenly placed on him.

This floor was actually set up with a very strong no-fly restriction!

Just opposite, on the hillside just a few dozen feet away from the entrance, there stood densely packed stone sculptures.

All of these stone sculptures have ferocious expressions. Some have their eyes wide open with their arms outstretched as if they are about to pounce, some are leaning forward with their fists clenched as if they are fighting with someone, and some are kneeling on the ground with a look of begging.

They seemed to be suddenly frozen in a certain moment, motionless in the darkness, yet seemed like they would come alive at any moment.

Liu Qinghuan raised his hand, and a green light flew out like an arrow and landed on the nearest stone sculpture which was looking up at the sky with its mouth open.

"Crack!"

One of the stone sculpture's arms was chopped off, and Liu Qinghuan was slightly stunned: It didn't break?

Another green light flew out, more solid than the previous one, like a green moon blade, splitting the stone sculpture in half, separating the head and body.

The stone sculptures around it did not react to this, and still stood motionless in the darkness, lifeless.

Liu Qinghuan frowned, as if thinking about something.

Judging from the bald heads and clothes of these stone sculptures, they should be Buddhist monks, but they also have a strong ghostly aura about them, which is very strange.

"Master, flying is prohibited here, and there is only one road in the middle. It seems we must pass through the stone sculptures."

Yue Qian pointed at the rugged gravel road between two hills and spoke in a very low voice, as if afraid to wake up the sleeping ghost.

"Yes." Liu Qinghuan nodded and said, "Let's go."

His tone was calm, and he was oblivious to the strange and terrifying atmosphere around him. His steps could even be described as leisurely.

However, Yue Jian and the other two treated it as a formidable enemy. They followed behind Liu Qinghuan, each defending one side of the road, and carefully passed through the stone sculptures with different expressions.

The surroundings were silent, with only the sound of their footsteps as they moved. Suddenly, a crow flew out from the haystack, and its croak scared Fubao.

Fu Bao was the most nervous among the group, because he had the lowest cultivation level. If there was a sneak attack or assault, it would definitely start from him...

Thinking of this, he walked around a stone sculpture holding a stone hammer, and was struck by the ugliness of another stone sculpture with crooked eyes, a garlic nose, and a mouth full of rotten teeth.

"Master, these things must have been living people before, otherwise they wouldn't be so lifelike!"

"They must have been cursed before they died, which is why they turned into stone sculptures." Liu Qinghuan's voice came from the side and front: "Don't be careless, they are dead now, there may be a few alive hiding inside..."

Before he finished his words, Fubao saw the ugly stone sculpture with a mouth full of rotten teeth blink its eyes, and the hand that was originally hanging at the waist suddenly had a dagger, which stabbed at him fiercely!

Fubao was startled and shouted "Wow!". His figure instantly left several afterimages and flashed to the side.

But he heard a quick sound of wind behind his head, and a stone hammer came down on his head, directly destroying his remaining shadow, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Bang!" Earth and rocks flew everywhere, and a big hole appeared on the ground.

Fubao appeared behind the ugly stone sculpture and kicked the guy hard on the waist, causing the guy to lunge forward and knock down the stone sculpture that was swinging the hammer.

"You bastards, I told you not to scare me!" He drew out his sword and started slashing, cursing under his breath.

But the ugly stone sculpture rolled on the ground very flexibly, turned around and raised its neck, and a black gas spurted out of its mouth!

"Fubao, be careful!" Yueqin exclaimed. Faster than the sound was the black flame, which hit the face of the ugly stone sculpture and burned the black gas away.

A sound of breaking air was heard, and it turned out that another stone sculpture climbed up and swung the hammer at Fubao again.

This guy was very strong, so Fubao didn't dare to take it head-on, but he was fast and dodged away with a quick move.

But when he appeared again, the stone sculpture next to him came alive again, opened its arms and hugged him. He was so scared that he screamed and ran away.

However, You Yan and Yue Qin had no time to help him, because there were also stone sculptures around them that had come alive, jumping around and were very troublesome.

The forest suddenly became lively, with Fubao's ghostly howling and wolves howling, which actually dispelled some of the coldness in the place.

Liu Qinghuan did not take action, allowing the three spirit beasts to deal with the stone sculptures, while he walked to a broken stone sculpture and examined it carefully.

The gray stone was surprisingly hard and still emitted heat, but it did not melt under the burning of the hellfire, only black holes appeared.

Liu Qinghuan changed his perspective and saw wisps of gray-white smoke escaping from the holes, but they did not dissipate, but drifted forward.

"interesting!"

Liu Qinghuan stood up, looked into the distance, and casually stretched out his hand, grabbing the neck of the stone sculpture that was about to launch a sneak attack on him.

He looked at the other person's dull eyes, grabbed his forehead with his left hand, and a gray shadow was pulled out.

The shadow twisted wildly in his hands, like a nimble insect, with countless black spots faintly visible on its body.

"Word?"

But those black dots were too small, and I could only see some strokes but couldn't tell what the words were.

Liu Qinghuan had some vague guesses, and golden fire emerged from his hands, burning the shadow.

Looking through the mountain, it seems as if I can see a tall tower in the clouds.

Turning his eyes away, he shouted towards the hillside in a frustrated manner: "Fubao, stop playing, and come back and fight!"

Fu Bao was chased by a dozen stone sculptures, and was running all over the mountain, unable to cry.

"Master, I'm not playing! They keep chasing me, and I-I don't dare to stop!"

You Yan chased after him, smashing the stone sculptures with flames, and said leisurely: "Yes, keep running, don't look back!"

Yue Yan turned back into his original form, Tian Yan Tan Lang. A crescent mark on his forehead had already taken shape. He tore a stone sculpture into pieces with one bite.

Liu Qinghuan shook his head helplessly. Fortunately, after passing this hill, there were fewer strange-shaped stone carvings, but!

Below the hillside is a river with a very wide rocky beach. Statues of monk soldiers holding iron rods and half-covered in cassocks are arranged neatly.

Solemn and dignified, yet eerie.

As soon as they appeared, the monks all turned their heads and stared at them.

"Hah!" Fubao gasped, and stood there frozen, not knowing whether he should put down his raised foot.

The others also stopped what they were doing, feeling terrified by so many eyes staring at them.

"There are probably more than 10,000 people here, right?" Yue Qin looked at Liu Qinghuan and whispered, "Who on earth has made so many people look like this..."

Liu Qinghuan did not answer this question. He took a step forward and heard the sound of swords and armor on the river bank.