Gao Zhuo was also unlucky.

I thought that I had reached an agreement with the Ghost King long ago, and all I had to do was bring the things back, but I didn't expect that when the Ghost King saw him coming back empty-handed, not only did his attitude suddenly change, but he also took advantage of his unpreparedness and hit him hard.

He said he wanted to hand himself over to bad people.

Now that he has regained his freedom and has obtained the props needed for the mission, how can Gao Zhuo be polite to him?

After Gao Zhuo was completely transformed into a corpse, a terrible aura of death emanated from his body. Gao Zhuo had green hair growing on his body, two horns on his head, and a green face with fangs that looked like a yaksha.

This is the Feitian Yaksha in its complete state. It seems that Gao Zhuo has activated his real fire. He took advantage of the Ghost King's unpreparedness and pounced directly on the Ghost King. The green will-o'-the-wisp ignited on his sharp claws and tore a huge wound on the Ghost King's chest.

"ah!"

Seeing that he was injured, the Ghost King roared in annoyance. He was so angry that his terrifying aura exploded in Gao Zhuo's chest like a thunderstorm.

The shock wave visible to the naked eye directly knocked Gao Zhuo away.

"You are looking for death!!"

If he can become the master of the ghost market, how can the ghost king be so weak? Although it is not as good as enlightenment, it is not difficult to deal with a yaksha.

Gao Zhuo rolled on the ground. After he got up from the ground, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned ferociously: "Hey, you have been domineering here for so many years, so you should go to the West as soon as possible to enjoy the bliss!"

"Asshole, since I am below one person here and above ten thousand people, and thousands of ghosts are at my disposal, why should I go to some Western paradise and become a lowly Buddha slave!"

Others don't know it, but the ghost king knows in his heart that although those ghosts have been saved, they will only be humble Buddha slaves in the bliss of the West.

To put it bluntly, they are slaves.

Although he will no longer enter reincarnation, he will never be able to turn over again.

He is like an emperor here. Even if the dynasty changes outside, he will be here forever.

However, as soon as the Ghost King finished speaking, he suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart. He turned around and looked up, and his face under the haze suddenly became distorted.

I don't know when Tu Bo and Ya Shan appeared behind him.

It turns out that Tu Bo and Yashan threw all the evil ghosts of the Ghost King into the Paradise.

Still can't let that bamboo fall from the Buddhist world.,

Xu Tong could only set his sights on this ghost market king.

"You are causing trouble! I will punish you!"

Tu Bo's voice was cold, and he swung his long black stick and hit the ghost king on the head.

They are both ghost kings, but Tu Bo, Yashan is the Yin God of the Underworld. He is in charge of the Hundred Thousand Tombs Mountain in Beiyin. His strength is not comparable to that of the little ghosts in the ghost market.

If his true form had come, I'm afraid this ghost market would have exploded long ago.

It's just a thought now, but the sharp edge spitting out from the long stick in his hand smells of blood, as if he has drank the blood of endless creatures.

"you!!"

Looking at the long stick that fell, the Ghost King's face changed drastically, and he screamed, revealing his true identity. He was a middle-aged man wearing official uniform.

If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that the official uniform worn by the Ghost King is not contemporary, but the eunuch clothing of the Jin Dynasty.

When everyone saw this, they realized that the king of the ghost market turned out to be a eunuch.

The ghost king revealed his true form, with a scimitar in his hand, and the blade swung out with a terrifying sinister energy.

"boom"

When the sword and stick collided, it was like a thunderous explosion, making the entire skyscraper tremble. The violent force penetrated the skyscraper like a tide, and the huge staircase suddenly began to tremble.

"Crackling"

The building collapsed, cracks appeared in many places, and the pieces of flesh on the walls of the building suddenly let out heart-rending screams.

The Ghost King finally took Tu Bo's stick.

Immediately afterwards, Yashan had already killed him, without even giving him a chance to breathe. The long sword in his hand turned into two black rivers. When he waved it, he saw the death aura surging into the sky, as if it had fallen from the outer universe, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

, it was so terrifying that it made the entire ghost market tremble.

Facing Tu Bo, the Ghost King was already barely parrying. Now that Yashan joined in, the Ghost City King couldn't hold on any longer. He was beaten back and forth, and could only ask for help.

"Dragon Protector Yuan Bei, Monk Zhengxin, come and help me quickly. If I'm not here, this ghost market will be destroyed!!"

"Great Protector, he is going to destroy this place!"

When Monk Zhengxin and others saw this scene, they were all frightened and anxiously wanted Yuan Bian to take action to stop the fight.

If the ghost market is destroyed, it will be destroyed, but if the ghost kings are thrown into the Pure Land world as merits by this kid, it will be difficult for them to host the Ksitigarbha Dharma Assembly.

"It's been destroyed now! Compared to the ghost market, the treasure given by Chilong is the key!"

The old monk on the side objected.

Pointing to the bamboo wrapped in golden light above Xu Tong's head, if this thing was obtained by the Buddhists, it must be a sacred object that can suppress the luck of the Buddhists.

With this thing, Buddhism's luck can at least continue for a hundred years.

The old monk's words moved Monk Yuanzi's heart.

After all, Buddhism is a foreign religion. It does not have as long a tradition as Taoism, and its luck fluctuates.

Therefore, when Buddhist eminent monks sit down and take the reincarnation, they will practice their whole life and turn them into relics, which are enshrined in the pagoda as sacred objects to suppress the luck of Buddhism.

If this thing falls into the hands of Buddhism and uses it to build a pagoda and suppress Buddhism's luck, then within a hundred years, regardless of political changes or dynasty changes, Buddhism will continue to prosper from then on.

Thinking of this, Yuan Fang has already made up his mind that once this thing comes, he must seize it as soon as possible.

Even if this thing is theoretically a good result of the prince's transformation into tens of thousands of ghosts, it was obtained through their Buddhist methods. If he wants to take it away, no one can say anything.

With this in mind, Yuan Zi naturally stopped paying attention to the Ghost King's cry for help.

"boom!!"

A crack spread from the roof of the skyscraper, and there were wailing sounds from the towering stairs. The stairs gradually began to collapse, exposing white bones and broken pieces of flesh.

Three black shadows flew out from the shattered skyscraper. Everyone took a closer look and saw that the Ghost King had been escorted by Tu Bo and Ya Shan in front of Xu Tong.

The zombie was also taken down.

Xu Tong kicked open the coffin lid under his buttocks, revealing the empty coffin. Yashan pushed his hand and threw Gao Zhuo into the coffin.

What confused the monks around him was that this time the zombie didn't even seem to resist at all.

"I am the ghost king recognized by the emperor of the world, why do you want to take me! Monk Yuanzi, are you going to burn the bridge across the river! If I am arrested, this ghost market will be destroyed!! You will no longer have Ksitigarbha Dharma gatherings, who will

People are taking money from you!”

The Ghost King looked back at the monks and screamed to remind them of his importance.

Everyone was silent and could only look at the great monk Yuan Xiang.

But Yuan Zi had already made up his mind. If he wanted to get the sacred object from Mount Sumeru, why would he care about a mere ghost king?

As for the ghost market, if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. There are many ghost markets, large and small, in the huge city of Luoyang.

It would be a pity to destroy one and secretly support another at worst.

"Send him in quickly!"

Xu Tong didn't even need to speak, there were monks urging him to send the Ghost King to the Paradise of Paradise in exchange for holy objects and to be born as soon as possible.

Hearing this, the Ghost King's face couldn't help but distorted: "You bunch of bald donkeys! You are treacherous and you are indeed a villain who cannot be trusted!"

Faced with the curses of the Ghost King, these monks looked calm.

Some monks even clasped their hands together and said: "Amitabha, you have been doing your best in the ghost market, and now that you have achieved bliss, it is the greatest blessing. I hope you will not make any mistakes!"

Only these bald men can say such self-deceiving words.

"How shameless!"

Even egoists like Zhao Peng can't stand it.

"Blessings! Hahahaha... you call this blessings!"

The Ghost King was so angry that he laughed for a moment.

"Everyone knows that ghosts are scary, but people are poisonous. I admit defeat this time, but you bald guys don't be too happy too early. I'll be waiting for you in the bliss of the West! No, I'm just afraid that when the time comes, you bald guys will

After the donkey dies, he will be buried in the eighteen hells and will never be reincarnated!"

"Send it in!"

Xu Tong waved his hand, and Tu Bo Yashan raised his hands and threw the ghost king directly into the Buddhist world.

As soon as the ghost king entered the Buddhist kingdom, he immediately disappeared. Everyone stared at the bamboo eagerly.

I saw golden light shining on the bamboo, as if it was coming from the Buddhist world.

Everyone held their breath waiting for the moment this treasure came.

"Master!"

Zhao Peng stepped forward and quietly wrote a few words in the round palm of his hand with his fingers.

This thing must not fall into the Buddhist sect easily. It must be snatched away. Otherwise, if these monks donate the thing to the saint, I don't know how much luck it will bring to the Buddhist sect.
To be continued...