Chapter 171 Wishing Power

"Linguo."

In the night, Yang Chu flew past and saw two traditional Chinese characters that were covered with weather and frost and mottled and frost above the gate of the city.

Yang Chuyin withdrew his spiritual light and stood in the air, probably scanning the city called "Linguo" under the night sky.

The length and width are about 57 miles, not small, but according to Yang Chu's perception, it is not a big city.

The houses in the city are arranged in a staggered manner, and the streets are thoroughfare. If it were in the past, it might have been a prosperous place.

But in Yang Chu's eyes, Linguo County exudes a dilapidated and desolate atmosphere. There are large areas of houses in the city that are uninhabited, and the streets are covered with weeds. The shops and various buildings on the street are also often decayed and shabby.

This is the first time Yang Chu has seen a relatively grand human town since he traveled to this world. Compared to Pingyang Village, which had only seen a population of only 100, such a city undoubtedly made Yang Chu feel that there were traces of human activities.

At first glance, in this dark night, it seemed that in addition to the continued popularity of fireworks in the north of Linguo County, it was silent and deep, especially quiet and cold.

"This city...is weird!"

Yang Chulingeng's right eye brought the city in the darkness into his eyes, and based on the information he captured in just a short moment, he vaguely made a judgment in his heart.

He looked at the tiger demon flying in front of him again, and his figure flashed and followed.

After the tiger demon jumped into the city from outside the city gate, the demonic wind of his innate magical powers was stirred up again.

However, this time the demon wind was not as large as that of Zhaoyunling, but was shrouded around the tiger demon at about ten meters.

Wherever he walked, there were flying sand and stones. Even if someone stood in front of him, he would only be fascinated by this demonic wind and could not see the true body of the tiger demon.

Even in the eyes of ordinary people, even if they see the tiger demon, they may feel that the demonic wind will suddenly disappear.

"This tiger demon also deliberately hid his tracks, but he seemed a little cautious."

Yang Chu became more and more curious when he saw the tiger demon raising a strong wind to cover himself without revealing any traces of his demons.

With the strength of the tiger demon in Bai Yao Mountain, no matter how many ordinary mortals are, they are almost impossible to pose a threat.

Even if the army, without extraordinary power, it is almost impossible for the army with cold weapons to deal with such a big monster without thousands of people surrounding them and using various crossbows, arrows, cannons, and other instruments.

But after the tiger demon entered the city, even if there was no one around, his actions were quite cautious.

The waving and demonic wind swept through, like a black smoke passing by the roofs of the houses.

The sound of wind and sand and stones are rustling. If someone listens to them, it will probably add to fear.

The spiritual light on Yang Chu's body had completely disappeared, and the demonic wind blew up from the tiger demon was falling from afar. His body jumped and silently.

In just a few short breaths, the tiger demon hidden in the demon wind ran from the city gate to the west to the north city of Linguo County and stopped in front of a magnificent temple.

The temple is called "Dakong Temple".

The gilded plaque and the vermilion gate look like a grand and rich atmosphere.

"temple?"

Yang Chu watched the tiger demon go to the front and back of the temple, and the demon wind retreated, and his figure was no different from that of an ordinary tiger. He jumped straight into the temple gate that opened, and was amazed in his heart.

“This world is getting more and more interesting.”

Yang Chu looked at the Dakong Temple and a smile appeared on his face.

He thought that the tiger demon's escape would lead him to the den of some big demon, but he didn't expect to jump into this temple called Linguo County.

This temple covers a vast area, and almost half of the northern city in Linguo County is occupied by this temple.

It is as grand and lofty as a thousand-year-old temple, but its magnificent magnificence is extremely incompatible with the dilapidated Linguo County.

Even when standing outside the temple, you can vaguely see the translucent lights and lingering smoke in it, and the sound of knocking on wooden fish and chanting scriptures can be vaguely heard.

"It seems that all the popularity in this city is gathered in this temple."

Yang Chu had previously swept across Linguo County, and was empty and ruined everywhere, and could not see any living person.

Only this temple reveals the breath of living people.

"Let's go and have a look."

Yang Chu looked at the Dakong Temple where the gate was opened, without any fear or fear, and walked in.

"...If you see a monk, you should wish all living beings to adjust softness and silence first..."

As soon as he walked into the temple gate, Yang Chu suddenly heard a few words of Sanskrit with some strange rhythm in his ears.

He just couldn't hear these chanting sounds outside the temple, but after crossing the door, the sound suddenly became ubiquitous, distant and grand, and penetrated into the human brain.

"Well, the frequency of this sound also has the information contained in it..."

After briefly listening to the words of the chantings, Yang Chu immediately protected his five senses by vizhan, and isolated and stripped away the sounds of the chantings.

Then his eyes swept across and saw a large open square behind the gate of the temple. Thousands of people were sitting cross-legged, both men, women, young and old. They sat cross-legged, closed their eyes and recited scriptures, with pious faces on their faces.

Judging from the clothes of these people, they look like residents in the city. Many of them are as thin as bones, and they are as thin as a skeleton frame. Their cheeks are sunken and their skin is pale, and they look like refugees who have endured hunger for a long time.

But even though these people seemed to be extremely weak, the thousands of residents still closed their eyes, moved their lips slightly, and still chanted the scriptures.

Moreover, Yang Chu glanced past and found that there were many mummies in the crowd chanting scriptures.

He also sat cross-legged and recited scriptures, but judging from his clothes and dry skin, he obviously had been dead for a long time.

"These people..."

Yang Chu suddenly frowned, his eyes flashed across the dense crowds of people almost piled up, and then he saw many monks wearing monk's robes sitting cross-legged in front of the main hall of the temple, all the same as the people in the city.

Many of them have completely become dry bones, and the monk's robes on them seem to be on a bone rack, but strangely, the jaws of these bone racks are still moving up and down, as if they are chanting.

"What's this..."

Yang Chu looked at this rather strange scene, and his right eye of the spirit opened again. In his eyes, he saw strange star dots rising from the men, women, young and old who recited scriptures and those monks who looked like mummies.

Drop by drop, it continues to gather into silk, into lines, and finally becomes waves like water flowing into the main hall of this temple.

Yang Chu's body quietly left the ground, and followed the strange star points step by step into the main hall of the temple.

In the Great Hall, there is a golden light and a lingering sandalwood fragrance rising.

However, this temple is not the same as an ordinary temple. After searching all over the Great Hall, there is no Buddha statue or arhat.

There is only a high platform that seems to be made of gilded in the entire Main Hall.

On the high platform, an old monk with kind-eyed eyebrows sat cross-legged on a cushion. The old monk was hung with his ears and was wearing a golden monk's robe. He was covered in a golden robe, and his whole body was filled with a glimmer of golden light, just like a golden man.

He sat high on the stage, with a rosary in his left hand and a lightly tapping on the wooden fish with his right hand.

His expression was peaceful, just like the Buddha's salvation.

Below the high platform, surrounded by circles of mummies inside and outside, filling the entire Main Hall with a full flow of figures, and even some corner tables and chairs were entrenched.

Among these mummies, there are no different things from those outside, either rich and luxurious families dressed in gorgeous clothes, ascetic monks in ragged clothes, people in the market with coarse cloth shirts, heroes carrying long sword weapons, and even many hideous and ugly monsters that can tell the truth and evil at first glance.

They all looked like mummies, but their mouths were trembling slightly, as if they were making weak and inaudible Sanskrit, praying to the old monk who occupied the high platform.

The tiger demon that Yang Chu chased all the way into the temple was like other mummies, and under the golden platform of the old monk, who was bald and one-eyed giant, followed by chanting scriptures.

It seems that after entering this temple, the tiger demon completely let go of Yang Chu's pursuit and could ignore it.

In fact, from the time Yang Chu entered the temple to the time he entered the Main Hall, all the people of all kinds who recite scriptures, whether they were ordinary people who looked like refugees or many strange things that had become mummies, no one paid attention to Yang Chu.

It seems that in the eyes of these mummies and ordinary people, Yang Chu has nothing to do with them, and only chanting scriptures is serious.

As the tiger demon chanted, Yang Chu's spiritual energy clearly saw some starry light energy in his right eye, floating from the tiger demon and circulating into the body of the old monk on the platform.

“…It’s this thing again…”

Yang Chu looked at the tiny light rising from the tiger demon's body, and suddenly stretched out his hand. His spiritual energy spread out like a big net, capturing the extremely golden light from the head of a monk mummy beside him.

The golden glimmer wrapped in spiritual energy flashed in Yang Chu's hands like a firefly put into a bottle.

Yang Chu's spiritual energy eroded into the glimmer of light, and his brows frowned suddenly.

His spiritual energy seems to be able to analyze these glimmers. After just analyzing, he found that the energy of this glimmers contained a personal will far exceeding the demonic power in his body.

The will was a little confused, as if it was praying, as if it was praying, and somewhat blurred.

What surprised Yang Chu even more was that this energy body seemed to be able to absorb through the constructed psychic texture, but after absorption, there would be more complicated things like emotions, trying to affect his brain and body.

“It’s really fun.”

Yang Chu crushed and absorbed the golden light, and vaguely guessed what was gathering around the old monk.

He glanced at the old monk who was like a sculpture, but was just chanting scripture beads and hitting the wooden fish, and suddenly reached out and looked forward again.

The big hand transformed by spiritual energy appeared instantly, and the tiger demon sitting cross-legged in front of the platform grabbed it in his hand.

This is what Yang Chu had promised several people to completely destroy several great monsters from Bai Yao Mountain. Now that the other great monsters are all given heads, he naturally cannot give up with a tiger demon in the end.

The tiger demon's eyes were slightly closed, as if he had no idea about Yang Chu's actions, or he had no reaction when he noticed them.

"Yeah, didn't you react?"

Yang Chu was even more surprised when he saw the tiger demon closing his eyes and waiting for death in addition to sending you some scriptures.

However, he did not hesitate at all when he took action. The big hand transformed by the psychic energy suddenly increased its strength and lifted up the giant man transformed into a tiger demon. When the person was in mid-air, the spiritual energy directly began to erode its flesh and blood essence and demon power.

"well--"
To be continued...