nine coffins

Chapter 278 The Monk at the Gate of Hell

At the foot of Nether Mountain, three passes have passed, and the gate of hell is right in front of you.But at this time, it was a long-haired man in black linen that stood in front of Amu.On the man's knees, there was an extremely simple piano.He has a handsome face, long hair tied casually with a black belt, but there are endless vicissitudes in his eyes.

He just sat there quietly, but almost integrated with everything here.

"Scattering soul?" Amu took a deep breath.

In Amu's eyes, that is just a mortal, but Amu understands that under this ghost mountain, in front of the gate of hell, there must be no mortal sitting.

Then the man in black sackcloth playing the piano with both hands can only be a monk of Scattered Soul or above.

Amu stood tens of feet in front of the man in black, but he seemed to be separated from the man by a world.It was a feeling that could not be seen through at all. Amu only had that feeling when he faced the old man who bought wine in the small shop in Baicheng.

"Above scattered souls?" Amu broke through the three gates of hell and stood there, but the man in black didn't even look at Amu, as if Amu didn't exist in his world.

"Clank——" two sounds, the man in black sat on the black stone safely, and suddenly played the piano by himself.

I saw him with his eyes slightly closed, playing the piano with his ten fingers, his fingering was light, picky and picky, changing for no reason.

The night, the gloom, and the sound of the piano, this is a world that belongs entirely to the man in black.

For such a proud, confident and melancholy man, everything in Nether is his foil.

Even after thousands of years, Amu still feels deeply moved when he recalls that scene.

Under the Nether Mountain, in front of the gate of hell.

The man in black regards everything in the world as nothing, he is free and unrestrained, playing the piano to his heart's content.

The night was dark, with no stars, and Nether Mountain was originally as dead and silent as a ghost town.However, the sound of the piano from the man in black broke the eternal silence.

The sound of the qin is graceful, like water dripping on a stone, jingling sweetly, and like a mountain stream, gurgling by.

For a moment, the night under the Nether Mountain seemed to no longer be dim, and everything had light and color.

The gloomy and silent Nether Mountain has turned into green mountains and green waters, with dark willows and bright flowers.

At this time, everything is silent, only the sound of the piano.Empty mountains and cool breeze, you have to be intoxicated by it.That was a feeling that Amu had never felt since he cultivated immortality.

Amu has not moved, but at this time the ancient wooden rosary has been put away by him, and only the remnant wood of the coffin is suspended above his head.And at the moment when the sound of the piano was remembered, Amu summoned the ancient desolate demon scriptures, tightly protecting his spiritual consciousness.

Since the person in front of him is at least a soul-scattering powerhouse who can kill people invisible, the sound of the piano may be a sharp weapon for killing people, and Amu must be fully on guard.

But the sound of the piano flowed naturally, without any murderous intent.Not only that, but it also makes people's spiritual platform quiet, and the haze in their hearts is swept away.

Just now there are three levels of hell, and almost every level is a test of Amu's consciousness and will.Although the breathing has been adjusted, more of the spiritual power is restored than the spiritual consciousness.It is absolutely impossible to say that the three gates of hell have no effect on Amu.

However, at this moment, the sound of the zither played by the man in black was like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing on Amu's heart.

The treacherous clouds and waves in Wanfen Alley, the helplessness of life and death on Huangquan Road, and the sighs of reincarnation in Sansheng Stone all become calm and breezy under the sound of this piano.

Goodbye to the man in black sitting with his eyes closed, but he seems to be wandering away. Only the beating of those slender fingers can make people know that the sound of the piano that makes the world clear comes from this mysterious and unpredictable man with vicissitudes of life.

After a long while, there was a sound of "Zheng", and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, but Amu was enjoying it, and he didn't want to go back.

"How?" At this moment, the man in black suddenly looked at Amu with a faint smile on his lips.

"Senior, the sound of the piano is far better than the sounds of nature!" Amu's words were not a lie, the song just now almost completely restored Amu's damaged mind to normal.

The man in black smiled, looked at him and said, "The three gates of the Immortal Ghost Sect's Hell have endless mysteries and vary from person to person. Although they are not the path to death, if they are not wise and determined, they will never pass through those three gates!"

"Senior praise!" Amu said politely.

I don't know why, I don't have the slightest affection for Amu, a monk of the Immortal Ghost Sect, but when facing this man in black, Amu didn't feel any resentment.

"Over the past 9000 years, the monk who has been able to come to me is not amazing. Why should you be humble? However, in my opinion, although the three tests have passed, your mind must be worn out. A song to soothe the soul, Helping you recover, it's our fate!" The man in black still spoke extremely calmly.

"9000 years?" Amu was secretly startled.

We must know that 9000 years is almost an unreachable time for Amu.The black-clothed monk in front of him was not a white-haired old man like Ku Xinzi and the Arctic fairy, but his face was still handsome, with a middle-aged appearance, and there seemed to be no signs of aging.

Is this a monk whose realm is higher than that of the Arctic Immortal?

"Thank you senior!" Amu calmed down and thanked.

At the same time, Amu knew in his heart that in this important place of the Immortal Ghost Sect, the existence of this black-clothed man would definitely not be just to play a requiem for yourself.

"Lingsheng high-level high-level Dzogchen, the body of the demon cultivator! It seems that thousands of years above the sea and desert, it is difficult to produce a genius like you! But if you want to go to hell, you should turn around!" The man in black sighed tone way.

"Oh?" Amu was taken aback for a moment, and said immediately, "Senior is here, but guarding hell?"

The man in black looked at the dark void of Youming Mountain, and did not answer Amu's question, but said again: "I don't want to kill you, you should go back!"

Amu frowned slightly, although there was no murderous intent in the tone of the man in black, and even though Amu knew that the cultivation of the man in black in front of him was at least at the loose soul level, such indifference still aroused the devil and arrogance in Amu's heart.

"Dare to ask the senior's name? Which senior from the Immortal Ghost Sect?" Amu said.

Seemingly understanding Amu's intentions, the man in black shook his head slightly, and said helplessly, "You might not know my name even if I tell you!"

"Oh? Please give it to me, senior!" Amu said.

"Magic Qin, Meng Hun! Have you heard of it?" The man in black looked at Amu with a slight smile.

"Magic Qin Menghun?" Amu frowned.In fact, before coming to Heishui, both Kuxinzi and Beiji Xianweng had told him what they could know about the Immortal Ghost Sect.

Among the people born in the Immortal Ghost Sect, the first is the Suzerain Ghost King, who is said to be the middle-level Dzogchen cultivation base of Sanhun.There are envoys on the left and right under the seat of the suzerain, who are also said to be old monsters at the loose soul level.Next came the Nine Elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

These characters, Amu, are more or less familiar, and they are all absolute soul-level monks.However, in Amu's memory, there has never been a character called Magic Qin and Meng Hun.

And in the memory of the immortal ghost sect monk who was searched by Amu, he had never heard of such a great power in the immortal ghost sect.

"Haven't heard of it! Hehe!" Meng Hun's eyes flashed a gleam of vicissitudes, and said, "The old ghosts who knew me on the sea desert are either dead or forgotten!"

Meng Hun's words were full of loneliness.

"The Immortal Ghost Sect is one of the Seven Great Immortal Sects in the Sea Desolation, and there are so many hidden characters, it is really admirable!" Amu smiled coldly, but his words were not without irony for the Immortal Ghost Sect.

Naturally, Meng Hun could hear what Amu meant, but he smiled lightly, looked at Amu and said, "Who says I'm from the Immortal Ghost Sect?"

"Huh?" This sentence shocked Amu's heart.

In any case, Amu never thought that the monk who called himself the Demon Qin and Menghun would say such a sentence.

"Senior, isn't he a member of the Immortal Ghost Sect?" Amu asked in shock.

"Hehe!" Moqin Menghun wryly smiled, "The Immortal Ghost Sect is too small, the Nether Hell doesn't accept it! I, Moqin Menghun, is just a wandering soul wandering in the Yin and Yang realms!"

Although Amu couldn't fully understand the meaning of Meng Hun's words, but Meng Hun didn't think he was from the Immortal Ghost Sect, Amu could understand.

"Isn't Senior a member of the Immortal Ghost Sect?" Amu still couldn't believe it.

Meng Hun looked at Amu again, sighed, and said something that Amu couldn't believe his ears, and said, "The Immortal Ghost Sect is just a puddle of shit!"

"Huh?" Amu was stunned for half a minute, and was in a daze for a while.

"Hahaha", then Amu looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Senior said it is true! The Immortal Ghost Sect is a pile of shit!" Amu laughed.

"Oh?" This time it was Meng Hun's turn to be surprised by Amu.

Meng Hun said that the Immortal Ghost Sect is a pile of shit and has its own capital.But he never imagined that Amu is just a high-level Dzogchen monk, even if he is a magic cultivator who is rare in ten thousand years, so what?

This place is under the Nether Mountain, and there are many monks from the Immortal Ghost Sect.Although Meng Hun knew that the entire back of Nether Mountain and the surrounding area of ​​Hell were his absolute domain, and he couldn't come in casually, but he knew that it didn't mean that Amu knew too.

However, Amu dared to echo and repeat his words under such circumstances.

What kind of pride and confidence is this?Or arrogance?

"Okay!" Meng Hun nodded to Amu, said a word emphatically, and then said, "What's your name? Who is it?"

"Junior Wang Han, a casual cultivator!" Amu replied.

Although Meng Hun in front of him said that he was not a monk of the Immortal Ghost Sect and insulted the Immortal Ghost Sect, Amu never dared to report his real name and the Northern Cold Sect.

Because, since Mo Qin and Meng Hun are sitting at the gate of hell and blocking him from entering the area, he must be inextricably linked with the Immortal Ghost Sect.Otherwise, with the power of the Immortal Ghost Sect, how could others be allowed to sleep soundly on the sleeping side?

"Wang Han?" Hearing Amu's name, Meng Hun's expression seemed to become extremely strange, and his brows were furrowed.

"Why, senior has heard of junior's name?" Amu joked.

"Perhaps! It's just that I can't remember clearly!" Meng Hun's answer was very straightforward.

This made Amu, who was joking, couldn't help but get confused.

There is absolutely only one possibility for such a reclusive power at the scattered soul level or above to have heard of his own name - the same name.

Thinking of this, Amu couldn't help laughing.

"No matter who you are!" Meng Hun regained his composure, "With me here, you can't enter hell. You'd better turn around!"

"Senior, since you are not a monk of the Immortal Ghost Sect, why do you want to prevent the junior from entering hell?" Amu asked puzzled.

"Everything is born, each has its own function!" Meng Hun still did not answer Amu's question directly, "I, Meng Hun, was born to guard the Nether Hell!"

(End of this chapter)