Chapter 58 Chapter 58: The Contract of the Undead

When the old monk Jingyuan opened his eyes again, the surroundings became extremely dim.The desolate surroundings were quiet and cold, and the night wind was stirring the hem of his monk's robe. The gloomy air current was still around, and restless emotions filled every corner around the old monk Jingyuan.At this time, Jing Yuan didn't know how to appease these disturbed undead.The decline of Fuyun Pavilion was beyond his expectation. But he thanked Yufeng from the bottom of his heart, it is wise not to let these undead lose their last dream. If Yufeng hadn't tightly closed the black door leading to Fuyun Pavilion, so that these disturbed undead would not know the truth inside Fuyun Pavilion, so that their hearts still had a beautiful imagination of Fuyun Pavilion, perhaps these undead would have already Scattered away to harm the Quartet.

However, how long can this illusion created by Yufeng confuse these undead?Falsehoods will eventually reveal the truth one day. Now, the only thing the old monk Jingyuan can do is to gently chant the requiem mantra to the undead revolving around him, wisps of soft and soft Sanskrit sounds floating in the space.The wind that was constantly swirling around the old monk Jingyuan gradually stopped. These restless souls found temporary comfort in the requiem mantra recited by the old monk Jingyuan.They are always looking for opportunities, and this search makes them feel extremely tired.The requiem mantra chanted by the old monk Jingyuan just filled their exhausted space.

The undead fell silent. However, when the old monk Jingyuan used the requiem spell to appease the undead, an accident happened under unpredictable circumstances. It was Riwobuji who brought Battalion Commander Shi and Company Commander Cui over.They couldn't feel the wonderful changes in the surrounding aura, they could only clearly hear the Sanskrit sounds chanted by the old monk Jingyuan. Several people walked up to the old monk Jingyuan who was sitting quietly in the dark, feeling a little baffled.In the middle of the night, how could the old monk Jingyuan recite the scriptures? They didn't feel that the requiem mantra chanted by the old monk Jingyuan had become no longer peaceful and serene at this time, and they didn't notice that the cold wind around them was gradually getting stronger and stronger.

Perhaps Battalion Commander Shi sensed the change in the atmosphere.He shrunk his neck involuntarily, and said to himself, "Damn it. Why is the wind here getting stronger? It's quite biting." The old monk Jingyuan, who had been trying to comfort the dead with the requiem spell, really felt that the sky above his head had begun to change violently at this moment.The cold wind that had been swirling restlessly swirls around his monk robe at this moment, and it flutters. The undead are about to show up. The old monk Jingyuan felt that the situation was very critical, so he stopped chanting the mantra and stood up from the ground.He sang the Buddha's name in a deep voice, "Amitabha! Donors, why do you still stay here and not leave?"

Riwobuji said: "Master, we are worried about you, so we turned back again." The old monk Jingyuan said in a deep voice: "Amitabha! The benefactors should listen to the old man's words, and leave this dangerous place as soon as possible!" Just as the old monk in Jingyuan finished speaking, suddenly, a sinister laugh came from a mysterious corner.The laughter was sharp and piercing, and anyone who heard it would be horrified. Riwobuji, Battalion Commander Shi, and Guard Cui were also taken aback when they heard such a weird laughter. They looked around in the dark in panic, and asked in unison, "Who is pretending to be a ghost?"

That gloomy voice said coldly and bitingly: "You have to be stubborn when you are about to die! Hehehe..." This ghostly laughter made Riwobuji and the others feel their scalps go numb. At this time, the chilly wind had formed a swirling tendency to wrap them tightly.The violent wind brought mud and sand to their faces and eyes, and it was difficult and strenuous to even open their eyes. The old monk Jingyuan finally yelled at the wind with a voice like a dragon's chant: "Sinister! This old monk has been waiting for you here for a long time. Show your godly form, and let this old monk see you for real!"

As the old monk Jingyuan's voice fell, the fierce cold wind stopped instantly.When Riwobuji and Battalion Commander Shi took a closer look, their eyes stared straight in horror, and even their hair seemed to stand on end. At this time, around them stood a group of zombie-like things with weird shapes, withered clothes, and strange expressions. The stunned Riwobuji and the others made strange whining noises from their throats, but they just couldn't make normal syllables. The old monk Jingyuan said to Riwobuji, who had been stupefied with fright, and the others: "Almsgiver, what you see are only demonic barriers, don't be alarmed." With a wave of his sleeve, Riwobuji, Commander Shi, and Guard Cui fell into a coma. He fell to the ground in a daze.

At this time, the old monk Jingyuan twitched his lips and teeth again, and with the sound of the mantra, the whole space began to become distorted and blurred again.The faces of these undead, which were still blurred just now, gradually became clear. The undead surrounded the old monk Jingyuan in the center, staring at him with evil eyes full of suspicion. Among the undead, a hoarse voice finally rang out: "The day when the spell is lifted, our undead will be reborn. This is the contract we made. Do you want to break the contract?" The old monk Jingyuan said to the undead in a deep voice: "You restless and evil creatures, although your spells have been lifted, but you have entered the wrong door of rebirth. This old man came here to guide you through the maze."

An undead with a messy gray beard and hair came out, looked at the old monk Jingyuan with extremely distrustful eyes, and said, "Do we need you to point out the maze? You guys who always take pride in your cultivation, why do you always think Only you can point out a bright path from birth to death for thousands of creatures?" The old monk Jingyuan smiled and said: "I know that you are eager to enter the Fuyun Pavilion that you have longed for. That's why you have gathered here for a long time and refused to disperse. However, the gate of Fuyun Pavilion will not be opened for you."

As soon as the old monk Jingyuan finished speaking, a voice he was very familiar with suddenly sounded in his ear: "Why not? Why are you always so self-righteous, Jingyuan?" The old monk Jingyuan looked sideways, but saw the Dream Demon standing beside him with a smile.