The sound rumbled like the morning bell and evening drum. It was as if it was right beside one's ears, yet it was also like a clap of thunder rolling across the horizon. The sound waves were like raging waves, crashing into the ghost tide. Miserable howls filled the sky, hundreds of ghosts retreated, and countless souls flew up like fireflies. It was unknown how many vengeful souls and malicious ghosts were shattered by this sound.
Ran Jing looked at the bronze gate in disbelief. Suddenly, she saw a figure appear on the gate. He wore a high hat and a broad belt, and a long robe with wide sleeves. A three-foot-long Qingfeng Sword hung from his waist, and he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking straight ahead.
There was only one person, a lonely person. His face was thin, but his features were sharp and resolute. His eyes were as deep as the cold stars in the sky, so bright that people could not look at him directly. His sword-like eyebrows extended to his temples.
One person, one sword, stood in front of the bronze gate. Facing the countless vengeful ghosts rushing at him, he stood still like an immovable mountain.
Suddenly, the person slowly raised his head and looked over. His gaze collided with Ran Jing's in mid-air. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to explain a lot of things.
A calm voice sounded in Ran Jing's mind. "A hundred ghosts wreak havoc in the world at night. The iron Buddha subdued the demons for five hundred years. A common scholar, imitating the sages and living in seclusion in the forest, sacrificing his body to forge the right path. I protect the peace of the common people. Thirty-six years have passed, waiting for future generations to advance."
It was the short poem that Du Kang spoke of.
The voice was right beside her ear, but it felt as if it was far away. In a trance, Ran Jing's spiritual sense was bound and flew over, landing on the bronze gate. Only now, when she stepped on the gate, did she feel the enormity of it. Ran Jing felt as small as an ant standing on it.
Looking down again, the person was right below, blocking the gate. He held a sword in his hand, standing in the wind, and stepped forward without a trace of hesitation or hesitation.
"Where the Dao is, I will go forward even if there are millions of people!"
A faint voice came with the wind, cutting through thousands of words. There was no need for many heroic words, no more tears of sorrow, just one sentence, and the same indomitable back view.
"Confucian Dao, awe-inspiring righteousness!"
Ran Jing was a disciple of the Maoshan Sect, and she was the only disciple of the Inner Sect. Naturally, she could see much more than Du Kang.
Ran Jing crossed her left hand in front of her chest and supported her chin with her right hand as she carefully examined the giant door in front of her. The more she looked at it, the more frightened she became. There was even a moment when she felt that her Divine Sense was about to be swallowed by this giant door.
"This … is this the Luocha Sect?!" Ran Jing had a thought that even she herself felt was absurd and frightening.
According to the Buddhist scriptures, there was a Luocha Country in the world, with millions of people. There were both male and female Luocha. The male Luocha had a black body, red hair, green eyes, and boundless strength. They were bloodthirsty and had a violent nature. The female Luocha was like a beautiful woman, full of charm, and specialized in eating human flesh and blood. They had magical power, and could fly swiftly in the air or walk quickly on the ground. They were violent and fearsome ghosts.
In addition, the Luocha was also the jailer of hell. Their duty was to punish sinners. There were many shapes, such as the head of a cow, the hands of a human, the hooves of a cow, and the heads of a deer, sheep, rabbit, and so on.
Ran Jing remembered that her master, the old ghost, had once mentioned to her that the Luocha Sect was a forbidden place. Living beings should not approach it. It was created by a powerful person using a secret method to communicate with the Luocha Ghost Country and use its power for their own use.
The Luocha Sect communicated with the Netherworld through a special secret method, borrowing the power of the Luocha and pouring it into the door to achieve the function of guarding the spirit.
According to legend, to create the Luocha Sect, the method was extremely cruel and went against the harmony of heaven. Moreover, the era was so long ago that it had been submerged in the long river of history. It was impossible to see it in the current era.
However, there were millions of books in the Maoshan Sect's Inner Sect, and there were many ancient scrolls. Among them, there were also bits and pieces of information about the Luocha Sect, but they were all bits and pieces. It seemed that they were very afraid of it, and most of the words were not detailed.
Even what Ran Jing's master said was his own deduction based on a lot of evidence.
According to Ran Jing's master, who was also the current Maoshan Sect's Spiritual Master, to create such a Luocha Sect, the prerequisite was to throw eighty-one living people into the kiln, mixed with witchcraft ashes, Yin jade shavings, and other extremely evil and yin materials, to form the base of the door.
Then, eighty-one living souls were sealed in the Luocha Sect. There were thirteen bronze nails with a human face on the door, which represented the seven emotions and six desires of the human. It was specifically used to disturb the human soul, causing the soul to fall into a violent state of madness. In the end, the soul would be trapped in the illusion, and after death, the soul would be imprisoned by the Luocha Sect again, increasing the power of the Luocha Sect.
And the living souls trapped in the Luocha Sect would be imprisoned forever, never to be reincarnated. They would suffer all kinds of pain and torture, accumulating more and more resentment, and the power of the Luocha Sect would also become more and more powerful. This was the horror of the Luocha Sect.
After Ran Jing used the Tai Dao Polarity Pupil in the Three Reeds True Technique, the door that originally had nothing special except for its size gradually changed.
The black death energy and the dark red blood energy intertwined with each other, coming out from the small holes on the Luocha Sect's door.
Ran Jing took a step back and secretly used her True Yuan to guard her mind, so that she wouldn't let the Luocha Sect's demonic energy take advantage of her if she was careless.
This death energy and blood energy intertwined with each other should be the Luocha Sect's demonic energy mentioned in the ancient scroll. This kind of thing was colorless and odorless. In the eyes of ordinary people, even cultivators like Ran Jing who hadn't reached the All-Seeing Eyes, they couldn't see it.
It could enter the human body through the five senses and seven orifices of the human body. It wasn't a poisonous gas, but it was more terrible than any poisonous gas. The poisonous gas would destroy your body, but the Luocha Sect's demonic energy would corrode your soul.
Once you were corroded by it, according to the ancient scroll, it would be violent, violent, and angry. It would destroy everything in sight, whether it was a dead thing or a living person. It would destroy endlessly until you turned into a Luocha Sect's little ghost until you died.
Virtual faces created by soul force that didn't really exist kept emerging from the black and red demonic energy. They changed, twisted, and howled. Happy, angry, sad, happy, sad, scared, shocked, and all kinds of emotions.
"This is too scary. Luocha Sect, there is actually a Luocha Sect here. Is it left from the ancient times, or is it an imitation of the modern people?
Also, what kind of person is that figure guarding the door? To be able to contend against millions of ghosts and vengeful spirits and not be affected by the Killing Luo Sect, how terrifying is this person's cultivation level? Thirty-six years, I have never heard of such a powerful person in recent times. "
Many thoughts rose in Ran Jing's mind like a mess. The more she thought, the more puzzled she became. She couldn't help but frown.
Right at this moment, that figure collided fiercely with the tide of Yin Ghosts that covered the heavens and the earth, and it gave rise to the sounds of battle that shook the heavens and the earth, shrill and miserable cries, the wails of ghosts, and the howls of gods. The heavens and the earth dimmed while the sun, moon, and stars dimmed.