Chapter 36 6 Yang Shen Infant Tower
Chapter 36 Six Sun Divine Infant Tower
"Who?"
Taoist Hong's eyes turned cold, he took out a token with many runes on it from his sleeve and slammed it against the table.
Behind the charity cemetery, in a room, there was an altar where incense, flowers, and candles were used to offer sacrifices to the gods. The light was blazing brightly, and a colorful treasure canopy hanging above it was slowly rotating. The three blue, yellow, and white three-day flags hanging in the middle layer dropped their spiritual light, and nine groups of golden lamps below were lit one by one.
Shadows of flames emerged from under the altar like water waves, layer upon layer, spreading outwards like a withering red lotus, extremely gorgeous.
Flames also appeared on the circular mirror in front of Chu Tai, and even tried to follow the connection and burn him.
"The Three Heavens' Primordial Light illuminates the Nine Hells' Lamp Altar? Good fellow, he actually used this altar for refining the dead souls as an evil altar for refining ghosts and demons. He is truly a talent!"
Before the water mirror collapsed, Chu Tai also saw the other party's origins clearly and couldn't help gritting his teeth.
He raised his hand and got angry. A golden Danxia banner appeared in the flames. It swept across the sky, and golden light like red fire Danxia fell down.
"I am already outside the Three Realms Fire House and above the Nine Hells, and you have the nerve to burn me with fire!"
Taoist Hong laughed loudly and knocked the table with the token in his hand again. Flames also rose up all around and protected the charity cemetery.
He took a step back and used fire escape to reach the altar. He pressed the token and the flag vibrated, blocking the red fire and golden light.
Pick up the flag on the altar and throw it down.
A few rays of fire flew out from the golden lamp, rolled up the command flag and disappeared.
Then, a green-faced, fang-toothed Rakshasa from Hell appeared behind Chu Tai and reached out to grab him from behind.
With a flick of the whisk, the Kan and Li hexagrams on the Bagua pattern lit up, and the water and fire energies rolled and pulled, turning the Rakshasa ghost into ashes.
Then, another Rakshasa of Hell appeared from behind him, chopped down with a big knife, but was confused by the flying maple leaves and turned into green smoke in the golden light.
"The Hell of Hell? The true meaning of Hell? So this altar was originally a branch of the Xuan Sect?"
Chu Tai was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the altar of Master Hong Dao actually condensed some of the true meaning of hell, and then derived the idea that standing on the altar would be like standing above hell, and would not fall into depravity, torment, or suffering.
Although this kind of artistic conception still does not belong to the orthodox Buddhist altar, its intention is not low and one can hope to achieve positive results if one continues to practice it diligently.
Chu Tai, who understood this, became even angrier.
"What have you done to the good Dharma?"
A stream of Nanyan Cave's radiant true Qi burst out from the top door, flames rose up, and formed into a palm the size of an acre of field, which suddenly fell down.
The blazing flames surged out, the golden light rubbed and stirred, and in just a moment it caused the altar to shake and the golden lamps to sway.
Only then did Taoist Hong realize how serious the situation was and he started to scold the old man and the middle-aged man beside him.
"Why don't you do it now? Will he let you go after he kills me?"
After saying this, he seemed to be worried that the two would hesitate, so he added another sentence.
"As long as you can hold on for a while, I can give you the things we agreed on earlier!"
Hearing this, the old man was still thinking, but the middle-aged man could no longer help it. He raised his hand and released a black gas, which was wrapped in a cold and murderous aura.
When the old man saw that his son had already taken action, he coughed twice and released a stream of yellow turbid air from his sleeves. The air was wrapped with a bit of sand and turned into turbid waves that surged up and merged with the cold and murderous aura.
Chu Tai snorted coldly: "Get lost!"
With a flick of his sleeves, the huge hand formed by the true Qi of Fu Xiyao in Nanyan Cave pressed down again, breaking the turbid waves generated by the joint efforts of the father and son, and shattering the protective magic ban outside the charity cemetery.
The old man and the middle-aged man were shaken and blown away by the huge force that appeared out of nowhere. They hit the wall, fell down, vomited blood, and fainted.
"Master!" The young man became furious upon seeing this, jumped up suddenly, and tried to rush forward to cause trouble for Chu Tai.
"Quiet!"
He pressed his palm downward, his true Qi swirled, and his big hand lifted and pressed the young man down, sealing him beside himself.
A red rope flew out and, together with the copper coin, was tightly wrapped around the young man's body, sealing off the foul aura of the spirits and the mixed aura of the remains and bones in his body.
With just this delay, Taoist Hong below also completed the preliminary work of casting the spell.
"rise!"
An angry roar was heard, and behind Master Hong, in front of the altar where many incense sticks, flowers, and candles were offering, a seven-story bronze pagoda rose into the air. Red flames were burning inside, and childish cries continued to be heard.
"evil creature!"
Chu Tai's long hair flew in the wind. Even though he had expected it, he was still furious when he actually saw it.
He stretched out one hand with five fingers spread out, and the big hand formed by the true Qi of Fu Xiyao in Nanyan Cave wanted to grab the bronze tower.
Taoist Hong was not surprised but happy. He had already seen that the huge hand in the air was the power of Chu Tai, which drove the bronze tower into the air and tried to pollute its true Qi with the demonic and evil energy in it.
The two collided, and the evil spirit filled with despair and pain merged into the flames, causing a layer of black gas to appear on the surface of the big hand. Then the pagoda rushed up and pierced through the big hand. The true qi of Nanyan Cave's Fu Xiyao dissipated like a tree of fire and silver flowers.
“Hahahaha! My Six Yang Divine Infant Tower just happens to lack the soul of a Pure Yang cultivator as its core. Since you’ve come to my door, I won’t be polite.”
Taoist Hong laughed loudly and waved the command flag in his hand. The bronze tower rose into the air, intending to cover Chu Tai.
"Your Six Sun Divine Infant Tower?"
Chu Tai chuckled, pointed his finger, and said sarcastically: "Why don't you try it again? Will it still listen to you?"
Taoist Hong's expression changed slightly, and he saw that a ring had been put on the pagoda without him noticing. Rays of light were rotating inside it, dissipating the aura and magic power he had left in the pagoda.
"not good!"
He raised the token in his hand again and was about to knock it down when he suddenly discovered that lotus flowers had bloomed among the golden lamps below.
These lotus flowers swayed between the lights, bloomed and withered, and illusory petals flew out and surrounded the golden lamps like flying flames.
"The secret technique of growing lotus? When?"
Taoist Hong was not an ordinary cultivator. He saw the true nature of the lotus below. His expression suddenly changed and he looked at Chu Tai.
What responded to him was a green light, frost gradually covered his face, and his magic power was frozen.
Holding the Su Chen Qing Mang in one hand and the Bagua Gourd Whisk in the other, he slowly walked up to the altar, then pushed it down with his backhand, allowing the lotus and flame to devour it.
Standing on the altar, a magical power surged under Chu Tai's feet. The true energy of Nanyan Cave was rolling, and the lotus flowers around it were shining brightly, cleansing the magical power in the entire altar bit by bit and seizing its core essence.
"Is this really the altar that has been passed down? Unfortunately, it has lost its true meaning and there is no one to preside over it. How can it compete with me?"
Chu Tai, standing in the middle of the altar, felt the slight spiritual instinct in the altar, and understood what was going on, so he increased his magic power to suppress it.
After losing its host, Chu Tai took over the core position. The altar did not last long before the Nanyan Cave's Fu Xi Yao Zhen Qi wiped out some of its spirituality and replaced it with a new owner.
He stretched out his hand, and the true Qi rolled up, pulling the young man to his front, and asked, "Who are you and where do you live?"
ps: Sorry, I forgot to set the timer. The Three-Day Primal Light Illuminating the Nine Hells Lantern Altar is a nearly original and large-scale magical modification. Don’t take it seriously.
(End of this chapter)