The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 207: Vajra Indestructible Body

"It moved?" Everyone asked in surprise. Although the scene was strange and bizarre, no one was afraid.

On the one hand, they have more courage because of numbers. On the other hand, the people of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands are naturally very daring. Unless they feel fear personally like the life and death talisman, they will not be afraid of anything.

Zhao Ti looked at the nine-story magic tower carefully, and after a few breaths, he shook his head and said, "It's not an eye, but someone has lit two lights on the tower."

"What's the matter with the turn?" the girl wondered. Her power had not fully recovered and she could not see the scene in the distance clearly.

"It's not turning around." Jiumozhi said, "There is a wind wheel on this tower. If the wind is a little stronger, it will give people the illusion that the tower is also turning."

The girl wondered, "Isn't this an ancient hanging tomb? Why hasn't the wind wheel been destroyed after all these years?"

Jiumozhi shook his head: "It is precisely because this is an ancient tomb that many wind wheels were destroyed, so it only gives the illusion of turning around. Otherwise, the Nine-Storey Demon Tower has a total of 666 wind wheels. When they move together, the entire tower seems to be spinning rapidly. If you look at it, you will feel dizzy and dare not look directly at it."

Zhao Ti said: "Perhaps they were all broken a long time ago, but someone repaired them later, but they were not completely repaired."

Jiumozhi said: "Donor, you are right. This is a possibility. Do you mean that it was done by that evil monk?"

Zhao Ti said calmly: "It's hard to say. Who knows if there is any inheritance in this place? Otherwise, how could a demon monk appear out of nowhere?"

Jiumozhi thought for a moment and said, "Donor, this ancient demon country's heir will never be a monk, right? It should be a demon, ghost, or wizard."

Zhao Ti glanced at him and said, "What's wrong with a monk? Just because he looks like a monk, does that mean he is definitely a monk? Demons can also recite Buddhist scriptures, wear robes, accept disciples, and pass on their robes and bowls."

Jiumozhi immediately broke out in sweat upon hearing this: "Amitabha, I am sorry that my Buddhist teachings have declined. I am sorry to have made you laugh."

Zhao Ti said, "Let's go and take a look. What is the origin of this evil monk? Why did he kidnap the Queen of Kucha and bring her to such a place?"

Everyone said yes and moved forward together.

When we arrived in front of the low building, we could already see two balls of scarlet light on the huge building, which were indeed the lights.

Huo Linglong said: "The evil heretics want to use this to scare people who are passing by. It's a good idea. It's dark here, and it's creepy. People will run away if they see it from a distance."

Wu Xiong said, "Outside there are those demons from the Youbi country harassing and eating people, and inside there are arrangements like this. Unless there are tens of thousands of troops directly crushing them, no one like us, a hero, would dare to approach."

Huo Linglong placed her hands on her chest and made the seal of light: "It is all because of the protection of the Ming Zun, and the light shines on the world."

Wu Xiong said: "The leader will rule the world for thousands of years..."

Huo Linglong glared at him and snorted coldly. Wu Xiong didn't dare to respond. He smiled awkwardly and ran to check the low buildings with Zhu Chuyi.

The structures of these buildings are no different from the palaces outside, except that they are much thinner and half the size.

Zhu Chuyi walked around and came back to Zhao Ti and said, "Sir, there should be several layers of ancient formations overlapping here. Even I can't recognize them all and can't walk according to the formations. But fortunately, after years of wind and rain, most of these formations have been destroyed. As long as we break a gap, we can enter safely."

Zhao Ti nodded: "Let's do it."

Zhu Chuyi was seen holding a compass in his hand, finding a place, and then directing everyone to act. In an instant, a roar was heard, and a huge object emerged from the ground.

It was a giant plow-like object, with sharp edges all around and serrated edges. It was covered with densely packed black bugs, and upon closer inspection, they were actually devouring each other, like poisonous insects.

Everyone was terrified by what they saw. This thing was hidden underground. Once it moved, it would be hard to guard against. It would directly lift people up. If they were not scratched to death, they would be eaten by those strange insects.

"This is the Plowthorn Prison of Corpse-Eating Corruption Spirits. There are some all around this building. As long as we get rid of them, the situation ahead won't be a problem." Zhu Chuyi said.

Then he asked everyone to light the torches they were carrying and throw them over, burning the insects with crackling sounds, and then there was no movement for a moment.

Then he continued forward, breaking through the remnants of the road as he went. Soon he passed the building and could clearly see the huge monster in the center.

It turned out to be a tall tower, dark in color, built with heavy stones and unknown wood with a strange luster. Black mist was faintly seeping out from the cracks in the stones.

The tower has nine floors in total. The four corners of each floor are as sharp as animal teeth. The tower body is engraved with twisted runes in dark red color. It is unknown what material it was originally made of. It looks like an ancient curse.

The piles of bones hanging outside the tower are no longer recognizable in their original shapes. They are dark and yellow in color, and collide in the wind, making creepy sounds, which adds a bit of eeriness to the darkness.

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and said, "It is said that the nine-story magic tower is covered with layers of corpses. It seems to be true."

Huo Linglong said: "It doesn't look like something left over from ancient times. After all these years, the bones have been exposed to the outside world. How can they be preserved?"

Jiumozhi said: "It should have been hung by someone later, but judging by the traces, not all of them were hung in recent years, but that evil monk must have had a hand in it."

Huo Linglong asked, "Master, do you hate this monk?"

Jiumozhi said calmly: "Where does hatred and joy come from? It is just to eliminate demons and protect Buddha."

Zhao Ti looked at the nine-story magic tower for a moment. The red light above the tower should be two crystal lamps, which were filled with some kind of oil, very bright red, and burning vigorously at the moment.

Zhu Chuyi said at this time: "Sir, there must be some mechanisms in this tower. I don't know much about them. If we break them one by one, it may take several days."

Zhao Ti nodded: "What do you think should be done?"

Zhu Chuyi pondered for a few breaths and said, "Sir, I mean that we don't necessarily have to enter... just set fire to the tower. If the evil monk is really in the tower, force him out."

Zhao Ti thought about it and felt that there must be many secret mechanisms or even extremely poisonous fireworks in the Ghost Mother's Tomb of this ancient Demon Kingdom. It was not worth it to rush in and suffer losses. After all, he was just here for curiosity. No matter how rare the Zhuchen Orb was, it was not worth taking too much risk.

He said, "Set fire to it."

Following the order, everyone took out fire-cutting flints, bamboo tubes, porcelain bottles and the like, which were filled with flammable oils, and then sprinkled them around the magic tower and set it on fire.

In just a moment, fire broke out all around, making a whooshing sound and burning straight up to the top of the tower.

At this time, everyone surrounded the tower and watched the situation above. Since there was a light on the top, there must be someone there. It depended on whether the person above would sit and wait to die, or jump out to escape.

The raging fire quickly engulfed the Nine-story Demon Tower. The flames were like ferocious beasts, gnawing at the stone and wood madly. The runes on the tower twisted and flickered in the firelight. The armored bones were roasted by the high temperature, cracking with crisp sounds, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

Jiumozhi kept his eyes on the tower, moving back and forth beside the two crystal lamps. Since the lamps were lit here, the people in the tower should be not far away. Suddenly, he saw a golden figure flashing between the two lamps. Just as he was about to put his palms together and chant the Buddha's name, he heard an angry voice in the tower: "Ah!"

The sound was extremely loud and powerful, almost deafening. It was extremely clear amid the sound of the burning fire, showing the powerful and majestic internal strength.

Jiumozhi's face changed involuntarily. What a profound skill! Just from the sound of it, it turned out that the skill was not inferior to his own.

By this time, the fire had burned to the seventh or eighth floor. The two clusters of scarlet lights were located on the eighth floor and were immediately surrounded by the fire.

At this moment, a figure appeared in the tower, with golden light shining all over his body. He let out a long roar, and then swooped down directly.

The figure did not fall normally like a person using lightness skills. Instead, it looked extremely heavy, like a heavy object falling.

Zhao Ti could see clearly at this time that it was a shirtless monk with no clothes on his upper body, only a pair of straight patched trousers underneath, and bare feet.

The monk's skin was bronze in color with a faint golden glow, making him look like the golden arhat enshrined in the temple.

There was a person vaguely visible behind him, his face could not be seen clearly, he was only seen wearing a black robe with wide sleeves, his head buried in his back, not moving at all.

The people from the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands all gathered here at this moment. As long as Zhao Ti gave the order, all kinds of hidden weapons would be used.

There is no need to fight alone against this strange and evil monk. The truth is to use numbers to crush the opponent. The only thing I don’t know is whether the monk is backed by the princess of Kucha Kingdom. Since he is coming for the princess, it would be bad to kill him directly.

With a loud "bang", the monk fell down, shaking the ground so much that sand and gravel jumped up and splashed everywhere.

At this time, everyone looked carefully at the evil monk. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tough look, and his face and body were glowing with a layer of golden light. No one knew what kind of strange martial arts he had.

The monk's age was vague and difficult to identify. He seemed to be middle-aged, but also a little old, yet still had a youthful appearance.

At this time, the monk raised one hand and chanted the Buddha's name loudly: "Namo Dingguang Tathagata Buddha!"

When Jiumozhi heard this, his expression changed. This Buddha's name is extremely rare and few Buddhists have ever chanted it because it is a Buddha from the past.

Dhāraṇīya Buddha is one of the thousand Buddhas born in the past solemn kalpa. His Sanskrit transliteration is Tihāraṇa or Tihāraṇa. Because everything around him was bright like a lamp when he was born, he was called Dipamkara Buddha, also known as Dhāraṇīya Tathāgata.

"The past is eternal and unchanging, and the long river of time cannot obliterate it. The original mind is pure and untainted, and the confusion of karma cannot obscure it." The monk chanted loudly, and it sounded vaguely in everyone's ears. The tone was very mysterious and strange, and full of inducement.

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes slightly, Jiumozhi's face changed drastically, and he murmured to himself: "Old Dao?"

There is no such thing as heresy in Buddhism. Doctrines and sects other than Buddhism are called external ways, while Buddhism calls itself the internal way. Although the various sects of the internal way, such as the exoteric and esoteric schools, have different methods of practice, they are all called fellow practitioners.

Zhao Ti glanced at Jiumozhi. It was the first time he heard the word "old Tao" and he didn't know what it meant.

They saw a monk in front of them walking towards them step by step. He looked solemn and dignified, just like a real arhat descending to the earth. The people from the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands all showed confusion on their faces.

Jiumozhi suddenly made a tiger-leopard thundering sound that resounded throughout the place, and the cave masters and island masters were immediately startled.

"The evil monk ruined my magic!" the monk in front said angrily.

Jiumozhi's face turned pale when he heard this. In the other person's mouth, he became a demon monk. However, since the incident in the Langhuan Jade Cave, his energy cultivation skills have gradually improved. At this time, he took a deep breath and said, "I am Jiumozhi, the Great Wheel King of the Great Wheel Temple in the Great Snow Mountain. Who are you?"

The monk in front of him showed a look of reminiscence, and suddenly sneered: "What magical powers do you have to dare to call yourself a Ming Wang? You are nothing but a demon monk who wears a cassock and proclaims the name of Buddha."

Jiumozhi could not hold back any longer. The other party kept calling him a demon monk. It seemed that he was the demon son and grandson mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures, who pretended to be a Buddhist and usurped the throne of Buddha with evil.

"You are the evil monk. Where did you come from? Surrender your head now!" Jiumozhi felt the rage burning in his chest. Without waiting for Zhao Ti to speak, he rushed towards the monk in front.

He threw a punch, and uttered tiger, leopard and thunder sounds, full of anger. He was using the Great Compassion Fist, which is also known as the Great Compassion Heart Dharani Fist. The angrier he is, the more powerful it is. If he used sounds during the boxing process, it would increase his power.

I saw the monk in front of me raise his arm and punch, but it was shining with golden light and quite solemn. I don't know what kind of martial arts it was.

When their fists collided, Jiumozhi's expression suddenly froze. His originally pale face instantly turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and he retreated backwards.

Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows when he saw this and said, "Let's do it together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone threw out all kinds of hidden weapons. They were colorful and of all shapes and sizes, most of which were highly poisonous. The air was immediately filled with a nauseating smell.

There were also those with great skills who chopped out palm winds from mid-air, and Huo Linglong's Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm made a continuous "rumbling" sound, all of which hit the monk.

The monk suddenly opened his mouth and bared his teeth, which were all golden in color. He made a sound that was not like a human but rather a roar of an animal. His body was surrounded by strong energy, shining golden, just like the golden arhat in the temple.

All the hidden weapons that hit him bounced back and fell to the ground. The palm wind and fist power only made him stagger a few times, but he was not injured.

Zhao Ti frowned upon seeing this: "Indestructible body of diamond?"

Among the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu, there are several most difficult martial arts to practice. One of them is the Vajra Indestructible Body, whose full name is the Vajra Indestructible Body Magic Kung Fu, not the Vajra Indestructible Magic Kung Fu.

He had never seen this martial art before, but seeing the monk's strange skills and the golden glow, he couldn't help but think about it.

But if this monk really knew this martial art, he should have come from Shaolin. How could he have come to the Western Regions, seduced the Princess of Kucha, and hid in the Ghost Mother's Tomb?
Something still seems wrong.

At this time, the monk shouted again, and his temperament changed subtly, and he kept alternating between the old and the new, as if half of his body was in the old days and the other half was in the present.

Then the monk took a step forward and rushed over with big strides, actually trying to break the encirclement and escape.

Zhao Ti's expression changed slightly. How could this monk have such a temperament?

The Sweeping Monk said that everything is like me, and I am everything. Xiaoyaozi said that the world hides me, and I am in the world. Mo Ronglongcheng said that life is me, and death is also me. And the destruction and rebirth of the monk who believed in Mahakala in the Great Witch Cult of Xixia.

The monk in front of me is both the old and the new. He was the same person in the past and he is the same person today.

I wonder if this monk is already in this state, or, like the Mahakala monk, he has used secret methods to stimulate his potential and improve his state?

At this time, Zhao Ti moved slightly, and his Dragon Elephant Prajna skill was infinitely close to the eleventh level, and he blasted out.

(End of this chapter)