The monk suddenly appeared and took action suddenly. Jiang Xiaole was about to take precautions when he realized that the light emitted by the flying wooden sticks and beads were not directed at him, but towards a ghost soldier not far away. After the ghost soldiers were shrouded in the light that filled the Buddhist pure land, Jiang Xiaole asked: "What are you doing, young master?" Jiang Xiaole promised Zhao Desheng to keep these ghost soldiers, and now facing the monk's attack, Jiang Xiaole naturally had to fulfill his promise. As he said, he wanted to stop this monk. The monk saw Jiang Xiaole standing up, obviously trying to stop him, and looked at him with confusion, and then slowly said: "Duhua." Jiang Xiaole was a little surprised, this little monk was not mute, so why didn't he speak before? ? Jiang Xiaole thought of a very unique technique. Just now, the moment the young monk spoke, Jiang Xiaole felt a special energy fluctuation. The moment that fluctuation came, the target was not him, Jiang Xiaole, and it also made his heart feel a special shaking. , the feeling of almost losing ground is very scary. As for Zhao Desheng's men who were the target, several ghost soldiers in the distance became transparent under Jiang Xiaole's gaze, and slowly faded away. Their ferocious faces began to soften, and their terrifying ghostly features began to soften. He took on the appearance of Zhengzang, and his body shape also changed, returning to his human appearance bit by bit. As it becomes more and more transparent, the shadow of the ghost disappears, and it really disappears. This feeling makes people feel very scared. Jiang Xiaole was a little scared. He was almost about to fight back just now, but fortunately he stopped in time. "What did you just do?" Jiang Xiaole asked the monk nervously. The monk politely put his hands together and saluted Jiang Xiaole, and then stopped talking. Jiang Xiaole stared at his mouth, becoming more and more sure of his idea. "Speak the Dharma according to Dafa?" Jiang Xiaole said in shock. The monk nodded. His peaceful face was full of a confident smile. He was a very pure person. He smiled when he was happy and stopped when he was unhappy. Look, that kind of straightforward feeling made Jiang Xiaole think that he was dealing with a blank sheet of paper. Speaking the Dharma and following the Dharma is not something that ordinary cultivators can master. There is a similar spell in Buddhism called the Buddha's six-character maxim. It is a law spell that can be spelled out when you speak it. It has very powerful power. It is one of the prophecy spells, and it is an absolute prophecy spell. This spell can use words to control your life and death, age, health, illness, etc. It is a powerful spell that will be controlled by the spell if you are not strong enough to withstand the power of the spell. Such spells can only be mastered by particularly powerful monks, and ordinary monks will not easily cast spells, because once the spell has deviations and backlash, the power of the law will fall on the caster. body, causing the same terrible consequences. The young monk in front of him obviously does not have that much ability, and he is not a particularly powerful eminent monk. Who would have thought that he would use such a spell? As a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, wouldn't he know whether to live or die? ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? an?extraordinary??????????????????????????????????????????????????? generally require special execution. This monk doesn't speak, and he doesn't need to use any means. As long as he opens his mouth, it will have an effect. What kind of skill is this? It is naturally impolite to ask other people. You can't do that among cultivators. Jiang Xiaole just knew that he was extraordinary. When Jiang Xiaole was observing the young monk, the young monk was looking at Zhao Desheng. It seemed that he wanted to save Zhao Desheng as well. After being transformed, Jiang Xiaole quickly stood in front of Zhao Desheng: "I have something to ask him. Master, please give me a convenience." The monk did not transform Zhao Desheng, but just stood aside with a stick and prayer beads in his hand, waiting. Jiang Xiaole. Seeing that he was so close, Jiang Xiaole looked at Zhao Desheng, who was trembling with fear, and injected some Yin Qi into him and said, "Your enemy is Gu Changqiu. What hatred and intersections do you have between you? I'll explain it clearly." Zhao Desheng hid tightly behind Jiang Xiaole, not daring to expose his body in front of the young monk. It was as if feeling the young monk's breath would make him feel like he was dying. . "You, you must not let me see him." He pointed at Jiang Xiaole's back. Jiang Xiaole hummed, and then Zhao Desheng said: "Gu Changqiu killed my brother. All the brothers in our battalion were killed by him." Those who killed people turned into ghosts after death. No, we are not ghosts, so what are we? He has been controlling us, and we are the walking dead under his hands" Because it took a long time, and Zhao Desheng¡¯s head became a ghost and he was confused, so many things he said were incomplete and not very clear. However, Jiang Xiaole listened carefully and understood the meaning of his words. Slowly connect the things between his words to form a complete story. And this story is a background story of the world of Crystal Coffin. After the little monk appeared, it brought huge invisible pressure to Zhao Desheng. As long as Jiang Xiaole moved his body, he would be scared to death. Therefore, Jiang Xiaole's questioning was really simple. What Zhao Desheng said was also extremely proactive. The Crystal Coffin was originally established by a cultivator family, a country in the mortal world. This continent is different from other continents. Cultivators will participate in the competition between mortals. And in countries with a cultivator background, when a fight breaks out, the first to die is often not the cultivators, but the mortals. They are the cannon fodder who charge at the front and consume every bit of spiritual energy in the place. During another battle for resources, Gu Changqiu secretly brought some soldiers to a secret base. In just one year, when those soldiers appeared on the battlefield again, they turned into a group of magicians. of cultivators. "One year? Ordinary people became cultivators? Can they also cast spells?" Jiang Xiaole felt that there was something wrong with this, so he interrupted Zhao Desheng's conversation: "Are you sure those people have become cultivators?" Zhao Desheng is very sure He said: "Yes, they all know magic, and they are very powerful in the war. Each one of them makes people feel scary." "Really? Do you know their cultivation level?" "At the seventh or eighth level of the spiritual stage, there are still There are some powerful ones who have reached the spiritual stage." Jiang Xiaole was stunned.