Immortal cultivation control group: The master of metaphysics is far ahead of the others

Chapter 60: Reincarnation

"You finally got rid of the surveillance outside, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to find you."

Freed from outside surveillance, Xuan Ji quickly revealed his true identity. His golden scales shone brightly in the night, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

This place is eerie and scary, and is no less terrifying than the Yama Palace.

How did this place come to be? It's a haunted place!

Li Jinchu reached out his hand and gently tapped its little head, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

If her inference was correct, then most of the geniuses who entered the Rising Sun Secret Realm every hundred years became food for those ghosts.

As for the origin of this Rising Sun Secret Realm, why there are so many ghosts and evil spirits here, and why it is connected to the underworld, she has no idea.

She was really worried that if there was any disturbance here, the underworld would get the news. If it was the ten ghost kings coming, it would be fine, but if it was the King of Hell who was in charge of the underworld, then she would most likely be recognized.

Li Jinchu shook his head, quickly put these thoughts behind him, and got straight to the point: "So now, do you have a way to save those people?"

"Those who actively seek death cannot be saved, but they can save themselves!" Xuan Ji said mysteriously.

"How to save yourself?" Li Jinchu asked anxiously.

She knew that if Shi Xuan and the others went in, they would basically be dead, but she had also calculated that if they didn't go in, they would also be dead.

Since neither side has a solution, why not be ruthless and give it a try? Maybe you can stand out?
Xuan Ji raised his little head and looked in the direction they had just escaped, with a bit of complexity and entanglement in his eyes.

It’s not that it doesn’t want to say it, but if it says it, it’s not certain whether Li Jinchu can come back alive.

It was born not long ago and finally came to the world of immortal cultivation. It doesn't want to leave just like that.

Qiankun Mirror!
Suddenly remembering that he had a little brother, Qiankunjing, the confusion in Xuan Ji's heart instantly disappeared.

"Let the Qiankun Mirror turn into a small piece of glass and sneak over there. Keep in touch with us at any time and report the situation. If you encounter any danger, I will tell you what to do. You should pass it on to your second brother as soon as possible. This way, we can ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"Can't I go there myself? Even if I go there now, no one will be able to recognize me." Li Jinchu frowned. She was a little worried about letting the kid Qiankunjing go.

"I'm going, I'm going!"

A childish and clear voice came from the chest, and soon, a small lens as big as a fingernail flew out.

Then, before Li Jinchu could answer, it disappeared from the spot with a "whoosh", and no one knew where it flew to.

Li Jinchu quickly used his sea of ​​consciousness to communicate with it.

"Unless it is absolutely necessary, never show yourself in front of others. Also, if you really go to the underworld, you must hide your own aura and don't expose it."

She is now just an insignificant existence, and has no strength to compete with the underworld. Before she has the strength to compete with the enemy, she must be cautious and keep a low profile.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. Nothing will go wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small picture appeared in front of Li Jinchu.

The ruins are still there, but now they are shrouded in a thick white mist, as if hiding some unspeakable secret.

In this hazy space, there seemed to be an unknown existence moving around erratically.

Faced with this sudden vision, the monks could not help but feel terrified.

Soon, they saw countless ghosts, dressed in white, red, black, and all kinds of clothes... They floated in front of the monks, seeming to ignore these living people, or even if they noticed, they were indifferent.

Suddenly, a monk couldn't help but whispered: "They seem to be heading towards a certain destination."

Soon, they discovered that a winding river had appeared in front of them, not far from them, with an ancient arched wooden bridge across the river.

At this end of the bridge, there stood a woman in red clothes with a delicate and enchanting face. Her presence added a bit of mystery to this strange atmosphere.

Next to her was an old table with 20 bowls neatly arranged in two orderly rows.

The bowl seemed to contain clear water.

Next to the table, there was a huge wooden barrel with a wooden spoon floating in it.

Those ghosts, like puppets that had lost their self-awareness, mechanically lined up in a row, picked up the bowls one by one, and drank water silently.

The beautiful woman kept scooping water from the bucket with a spoon and pouring it into the bowl. Her movements were repetitive and monotonous.

The whole scene was filled with a chilling weirdness and fear.

What's happening here?
Are these ghosts lining up leading to somewhere? Reincarnation?!

Is this what people in the world call reincarnation?
Isn't this something they made up?
Otherwise, why has there never been such a rumor in the world of immortal cultivation?

The twenty or so monks felt a chill in their hearts. This was all too ridiculous.

As time went by, the temperature around me seemed to be dropping, and the cold air was like invisible frost, silently invading every corner. There was a biting chill in the air, and it seemed that even breathing could feel the cold touch.

Some monks began to feel unbearable. They rubbed their arms unconsciously and opened their protective robes to resist the sudden cold wave.

Among them, a disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect had his lips frozen purple, and asked Xuchen in a trembling voice: "Buddha Xuchen, have you ever seen such a situation?"

"Buddha Xuchen, you are from Zhongzhou and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. What do you think about this situation?"

"We can't just stay here forever, right? Let's think of a solution."

There was no way. Although some of them had seen ghosts, they had never seen so many. Besides, aren’t people who often deal with ghosts Buddhas?

I think Buddhist disciple Xuchen should have a solution.

Gradually, the picture became clearer. On the river on both sides of the bridge, extremely beautiful flowers gradually grew. They were gorgeous and colorful, making people unable to help but take a few more glances and slowly walk towards that side.

A few monks could not resist the temptation of their minds and slowly walked over there.

The people nearby saw this and quickly reached out to hold them, and began to silently recite the Heart Purification Mantra.

"Amitabha, well done, well done!" Xu Chen had a small wooden fish in his hand, and he was silently chanting the Heart Purification Mantra.

As the Heart Purification Mantra was recited, layers of golden Buddha light spread out from Master Xuchen's side, like ripples, gradually spreading to every corner.

Those monks who were originally in a state of confusion instantly regained consciousness under the sound of wooden fish and the illumination of Buddha's light.

They looked at the place where they were standing in horror, and a chill surged in their hearts. Just now they were almost bewitched by the enchanting flowers. Cold sweat oozed from their foreheads, their scalps were numb, and their hearts were filled with fear.

(End of this chapter)