This garden seems to be a place for the orange-eyed ghost soldiers to take a leisure break, or a place for them to replenish their energy.

Zhang Yifeng didn't dare to enter, and 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 an orange-eyed ghost soldier here, but it was densely packed with countless!

Just as Zhang Yifeng hesitated, his pupils contracted.

A figure appeared in the flower bed. The man was wearing a cassock, thin and hairless. It was the thin monk who led a thousand monks to enter the ghost town first.

The thin monk wandered on the edge of the flower bed, and the group of ghost soldiers seemed to be unable to see him or sense his breath.

Zhang Yifeng looked carefully and found that the thin monk was holding a black bowl in his hand, which seemed to hide his breath. This monk was definitely not a person who was famous for his reputation.

Seeing the skinny monk entering the garden, Zhang Yifeng seemed to understand that this kind of orange-eyed ghost soldier had no eyes, and they could only sense the warriors through their breath.

Zhang Yifeng suddenly realized that if someone could perfectly hide his breath, even if he stood in front of the orange-eyed ghost soldier, the ghost soldier would not be able to detect it. Although this orange-eyed ghost soldier was strong, he would still not be able to detect it as long as the breath was hidden well.

After understanding this, Zhang Yifeng used the breath-holding technique again and walked into the garden tentatively.

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 was not too nervous and followed Monk Wu to go all the way. What did the monk want to do when entering this garden? Did he know something about the ancient city?

Zhang Yifeng was very careful along the way. He did not step on the grass directly, but walked with his toes. His movements were very slow and he did not cause much movement to avoid attracting the attention of the monk.

Monk Wu held a black bowl in his hand and walked all the way. After about an hour, he stopped.

At this time, the garden had reached its end, and the orange-eyed ghost soldiers around it were gone. A skeleton appeared at the end of the sight.

The skeleton has no blood and flesh, and has turned into a white bone, and it seems that it has not been exaggerated by the ghost energy to become a ghost soldier.

The skeleton sat cross-legged on the ground, with her hands on her thighs, as if she was meditating. The skeleton had been dead for a while, but there was a faint golden light lingering around him. The golden light came from the cassock.

There must be a monk in front of the skeleton, and it is not an ordinary monk. It can be seen from the complete robe he has preserved.

After so many years, this cassock can actually release the Buddhist rhyme.

At this moment, when the male monk saw the robes, his body trembled slightly.

"Amitabha, Amitabha!"

He talked about Amitabha three times in a row, but he was not sighing again, but was excited. It was obvious that he came for this robe. Monk Wu did know something about the ancient city. This monk who died in the ancient city was probably a remarkable existence back then.

"With this purple gold robes, what else can I fear in this ghost city! Amitabha, Master Fu Guang, since you have passed away, I will inherit this robes."

A hot light shot out from the eyes of the monk Wu. The purple-gold cassock is definitely a treasure in this ancient city. Ghost flowers grow in the garden, and orange-eyed ghost soldiers like to gather here. But there are not a single ghost flower near the cassock, but there are green grass! From this point, we can see that the cassock is extraordinary.

Seeing the monk Wu stretching out his hand, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help it anymore. He was hesitating whether to take action to snatch the purple gold robes with the monk Wu. Although he was not a monk, he could not play a big role in the purple gold robes, but if he got the purple gold robes, he would have a greater chance of getting the ghost fire in the underworld! This robes are definitely a good thing. Because this is a magic weapon.

Zhang Yifeng was really surprised to be able to see magic weapons on earth. Time and time have not eliminated the Buddhist aura of this magic weapon.

However, no matter how much he thought about it, Zhang Yifeng was not sure if he could beat this monk.

People in Buddhism and Taoism are hidden deeply.

Zhang Yifeng knows this more than anyone else. If people in Buddhism do not take full advantage of their efforts, you will never know how profound the other party’s Buddhism is.

Zhang Yifeng was a human being in two lifetimes, and he did not have impulsiveness, but chose to wait and see what happened.

Sure enough, just as the thin monk was about to take off his cassock, another voice suddenly came.

"Amitabha, Junior Brother, you have a shallow Buddhist teachings and not very qualified. I will inherit this purple gold robes."

The person who spoke was about fifty meters away from Zhang Yifeng, and he was also a monk. He did not wear a cassock, but instead wore a black windbreaker. He was in the ancient city surrounded by ghost energy. If he didn't pay attention, he could not find him.

This black windbreaker also seems to have the function of concealing breath.

"Senior Brother Photography, I didn't expect you to keep track of me."

When the monk Feng saw the other party, he was a little surprised, but his emotions were not very fluctuating. He took back his hand holding the purple gold robes and turned to look at the monk named Zhaopin.

"Zhaoru Junior Brother, thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find this place. Since you have brought me to your destination, you can leave, and I will pass on this robe."

The photo was clasped with his hands together and said Amitabha.

"Senior brother, Master said back then that your character is not good, and the climate is not enough. My Buddha is not in my heart. I will give this cassock to my junior brother."

The monk Wu spoke lightly and did not give in.

"Junior brother, since you said this, then let's compare whose Buddhism is more profound. The Buddha's light shines everywhere!"

Without any signs, the photo suddenly took action. A golden light suddenly appeared, covering all directions. The ghost energy in the area of ​​fifty meters was no longer visible. It was all golden Buddha light, and the ghost city seemed to have turned into a Western Paradise.

The Buddha's light appeared and condensed into Buddha's slaps, blasting towards the monk Wei.

Monk Wu sighed: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

A golden Buddha appeared, wrapping the monk Feng. The attack of the photo fell on the golden Buddha, making a buzzing sound, and the violent shock wave turned into a roar of wind, sweeping all over the world.

Zhang Yifeng crawled on the ground and dared not move.

At this time, his brows frowned tightly. If these two monks didn't take action, they would be so terrifying when they took action.

This kind of cultivation is definitely not something that ordinary monks can possess. Most of these two people come from the Hidden Sect.

Moreover, these two people were obviously controlling the range of the fight and were able to handle the attacks they used.

The violent aura formed by the two attacks made Zhang Yifeng realize at the first time that these two people were much stronger than him, which means that if Zhang Yifeng took action just now, he would probably be a match for Monk Wu.
Chapter completed!