Chapter 545: Purple gold robes

This garden seems to be a place for the orange-eyed ghost soldiers to relax, or to replenish their energy.
Zhang Yifeng didn’t dare to enter. An orange-eyed ghost soldier chased the master. Although Zhang Yifeng didn’t know if the master was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, there was not only one orange-eyed ghost soldier, but densely populated. The number!
Just when Zhang Yifeng hesitated, his pupils contracted.
A figure appeared in the flower bed. This person was wearing a cassock. His figure was thin and had no hair. It was the skinny monk who led a thousand monks into the ghost city first.
The thin monk walked on the edge of the flower bed, and the ghost soldiers seemed to be unable to see him, nor could they feel his breath.
Zhang Yifeng took a closer look and found that the thin monk was holding a black bowl in his hand. The black bowl seemed to hide his breath. This monk is definitely not the one who lost his reputation.
Seeing the skinny monk entering the garden, Zhang Yifeng seemed to understand that this orange-eyed ghost soldier had no eyes, and they could only sense the martial artist through their breath.
Zhang Yifeng suddenly realized that if someone can hide their breath perfectly, even standing in front of the orange-eyed ghost soldier, the ghost soldier will not be able to find it. Although this orange-eyed ghost soldier is strong, as long as the aura is well hidden, he still can't find it.
Knowing this, Zhang Yifeng performed the aura again and tentatively walked into the garden.
Sure enough, even if he stood beside the orange-eyed ghost soldier, the orange-eyed ghost soldier seemed to be unable to see him.
Zhang Yifeng did not rush, and followed the monk all the way forward. What did the monk want to do when he entered this garden? Does he know something about the ancient city.
Zhang Yifeng was very careful along the way. Instead of putting his foot on the grass, he walked on his toes. His movements are very slow, so he does not allow himself to bring much movement, so as not to attract the monk's attention.
The monk held a black bowl and walked far, about an hour before he stopped.
At this time, the garden had come to an end, and the orange-eyed ghost soldiers around were gone. A skeleton appeared at the end of the line of sight.
The skeleton is bloodless and fleshless. It has turned into a white bone, and it seems that it has not been rendered into a ghost soldier by ghosts.
The skeleton was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his hands on his thighs, as if he was sitting. Skeleton didn't know how long he had been dead, but there was a faint golden light lingering around him. The golden light came from the robes.
This skeleton must be a monk in front of him, and he is not an ordinary monk, as can be seen from the intact robes on his body.
After so many years, this robes can actually release the charm of Buddha.
At this time, seeing the robes, the male monk's body trembled slightly.
"Amitabha, Amitabha!"
He said Amitabha three times in a row, but instead of sighing again, he was excited. Obviously, he came for this robes. Monk He did know something about the ancient city. This monk who died in the ancient city was probably an extraordinary existence back then.
"With this purple gold robes, what is there to fear in this ghost city! Amitabha, Master Fuguang, since you have passed away, I will inherit this robes."
There was a hot light in the eyes of the monk. The purple gold robes were definitely a treasure in this ancient city. The garden grew ghost flowers, and orange-eyed ghost soldiers liked to gather here. But two hundred meters near the cassock, there is not a single ghost flower, but there is still green grass! From this point, we can see that the cassock is extraordinary.
Seeing the monk stretch out his hand, Zhang Yifeng was a little unbearable. He was hesitating whether to take action with the monk to the purple gold robes. Although he was not a monk and could not play a big role in the purple gold robes, if he got the purple gold robes, he would get the netherworld. The chance of wildfire is even greater! This robes is definitely a good thing. Because this is a magic weapon.
Zhang Yifeng was surprised to see the magic weapon on the earth. Time and time have not been able to eliminate the Buddhist spirit in this magic weapon.
But, thinking about it, Zhang Yifeng is not sure if he can beat this monk.
People in Buddhism and Taoism are hidden deeply.
Zhang Yifeng knows this point better than anyone else. If people in the Buddhist school don't make all their efforts, you never know how deep the other person's Dharma is.
Zhang Yifeng was a man for two generations, not impulsive, but chose to watch its changes.
Sure enough, just as the thin monk was about to take off his robes, another voice suddenly came.
"Amitabha, brother, your Dharma is still shallow and your qualifications are not deep, let me inherit this purple gold robes."
The speaker was about fifty meters away from Zhang Yifeng and was also a monk. He didn't wear a cassock, instead he wore a black windbreaker. In the ghostly ancient city, he couldn't be spotted without paying attention.
This black trench coat also seems to have the function of hiding breath.
"Brother Zhaopin, I didn't expect you to follow me all the time."
Monk He saw the other party, although he was a little surprised, his mood swings were not great. He retracted his hand holding the purple gold robes and turned to look at the monk named Zhaopin.
"Thanks to you, Junior Brother Confucianism, otherwise I won't be able to find this place. Since you have taken me to the destination. You can go. I will inherit this robes."
Zhaopin put his hands together and said Amitabha.
"Brother, Master said back then, your character is not good, and the climate is not good enough. My Buddha is not in my heart. Give this robes to my brother."
Monk He spoke lightly and did not give in.
"Junior Brother, since you said that, it is more profound than anyone else's Dharma. The Buddha's light shines!"
Without the slightest sign, Zhaopin suddenly started his hand. A round of golden light suddenly appeared, covering all directions, and the ghost energy in a radius of 50 meters was no longer visible. It was all golden Buddha light, and the ghost town seemed to have become Xitian Bliss.
The Buddha's light appeared, condensed into a series of Buddha palms, and blasted towards the monk.
The monk sighed, "Amitabha, I am compassionate."
A golden Buddha appeared, wrapping up the monk. Zhaopin's attack landed on the golden Buddha, making a muffled sound, and the violent shock wave turned into a violent horn and swept across the square.
Zhang Yifeng crawled his body on the ground, afraid to move.
At this moment, his brows were frowning tightly, and the two monks didn't make a move, and they were so terrifying.
This level of cultivation is definitely not something that an ordinary monk can possess. Most of these two people come from a hidden door.
Moreover, the two men were obviously controlling the scope of the fight, and their attacks on them were handy.
The violent aura formed by the two attacks made Zhang Yifeng immediately understand that the two of them were much stronger than him. In other words, if Zhang Yifeng made a move just now, he might not be the opponent of the monk.
Zhang Yifeng didn't dare to be careless, and his breath-holding technique was exerted to its extreme. He kept staring at the two who shot. The aura of the two of them was very violent, but the two of them controlled their strength very well. The momentum was large and the movement was small. This only shows that they release. All the true energy that came out hit the place, so the movement was not very big.