"Mr. Chen, wake up."
"Mr. Chen."
"I am going to sleep forever. I have left a smile for you and turned into a sister to protect you. She will replace me and give you moonlight for the rest of your life, accompanying you with peace and joy..."
In a daze.
Chen Yi seemed to hear Bai Huer's murmur, and tried hard to open his eyes, but wave after wave of sleepiness came over him like a wave, and his consciousness became confused again.
at the same time.
In the Blue Star Realm, all the monks who had entered the secret realm of Immortality Heaven suddenly suffered from a strange disease. Yi Qinglan, Li Qingjun and others relied on their tyrannical realm to recover quickly.
Some low-level monks are not so lucky. After dark, their condition worsens. They talk nonsense, drink blood from their hair, sleep in the day and night, and feel confused...
It's like hitting an evil spirit.
more than this.
Uncontrollably posting to major social platforms, appearing with a pale complexion:
"Ghost, there is a ghost, I saw a ghost!"
"Secret Realm..."
"The Changshengtian is nothing but a ghost!"
"In the netherworld, there are yellow springs and blue falls, there is no way to rebirth, evil ghosts cannibalize people, there is a sea a hundred thousand miles away, there is death and no life, stay away from Mount Tai, you will die, you really will die!"
"warn!"
"Immediately seal the secret realm of Changshengtian and the Shenyu Dynasty. Do not try to explore the Shenyu ruins. It will bring irreparable pain to the world!"
Water friends who stayed away from the incident were greatly puzzled:
"Why don't you just bump into something evil? What's so strange about it?"
"that is."
"The spiritual energy has revived, and I can even fly to the sky and escape to the earth. What's wrong with the appearance of a few evil spirits? I used to encounter them occasionally in peaceful times, and it made a fuss."
"The point is not to bring evil, okay?"
"It is indeed common in the world of spiritual practice to have strange powers and chaos. The important point is that they are monks. They have magic power around them. What kind of evil spirits dare to provoke them?"
The next day, another sick monk posted:
"They are not ordinary ghosts. During their lifetime, some of them were members of the Shenyu Dynasty's noble families, civil servants and military generals, and some were common people and ancient enemies."
"Many monks from the Shenyu Dynasty are not dead."
"The six paths collapsed, and they have lived in the form of ghosts until modern times!"
On the third day, an official announcement was made:
[Beijing time, June 18, 20:4. 】
【According to incomplete statistics. 】
[Longhan The number of sick monks across the country has exceeded 100,000. Experts have initially judged that the disease is contagious to a certain extent. Citizens everywhere are requested to take precautions. 】
In Jiangzhou, Qiantang City Black Guard Branch.
In front of the TV.
Beihuang looked at the live broadcast room and frowned slightly:
"This matter is out of the norm and there must be something hidden."
The fairy corresponds to the devil.
Humans correspond to ghosts.
Both ghosts and humans belong to the mortal category. When humans transcend, they become immortals, and when ghosts transcend, they become demons. On the contrary, when humans die, they become ghosts, and when ghosts die, they become demons. Ghosts fear demons just as humans fear ghosts.
And here’s the real crux of the matter.
Monks worship heaven, ghosts worship earth, and the souls of monks do not return to the underworld. If a monk dies, he will either be reincarnated directly, or his soul will be scattered and he will not become a ghost...
…
Ten thousand years ago.
Qihuai Village.
In the wilderness, there were bones and bones lying on the desert sand, speechless and beaten by the wind and rain, but there were piles of gold and jade on the left and right, flowers on the pavilions, and a ruined temple low in the river under the moon.
The name of the temple is Qihuai.
In the temple.
Chen Yi, who had been sleeping for ten years, woke up leisurely. His head was still groggy, and his eyes were half-opened. He dimly saw a dim candlelight and a woman worshiping the Buddha devoutly.
"Blessed by the Bodhisattva, I am willing to donate my life's wealth. I just hope that my brother will wake up soon." A tired but firm whisper echoed in the ruined temple in the wilderness.
"Bang."
Chen Yi's ears suddenly heard the sound of a hoe digging into the ground. It was sharp and harsh, which made his hair stand on end. He cautiously turned his head and turned his peripheral vision out the window.
A young novice, holding a shovel.
Diligently loosening the soil of a blood-red fruit tree step by step, with the shovel turning, a forest-white skeleton buried in the dark red soil loomed.
Behind the novice, there is a shadow.
The outline resembles a Bodhisattva sitting on a lotus platform, holding a willow and jade vase. Sometimes the vase is tilted to reveal the willow, sometimes the willow is twisted and waved, and it controls the novice body like a puppet.
There are words in his mouth, and the melody rises and falls, which is extremely strange:
"Ding Chou prolongs my life, Ding Hai protects my soul, Jia Zi protects my body, Jia Xu protects my shape, Jia Shen strengthens my life, Jia Wu guards my soul, Jia Chen calms my spirit, Jia Yin nurtures..."
"I don't remember it. I don't remember it later, so I just read it here, hehehehe."
The moment the sound fell.
The hollow and numb face of the novice suddenly twisted and became extremely ferocious. Then, a dark wind blew by, and his body quickly aged and weathered, and his flesh and blood separated.
In the end, only a piece of human skin was left spread under the tree.
"Boom!"
A human head rolled down, and a novice monk walked out of nowhere. He picked up the head without changing his expression, put it on a wooden plate, opened the temple door, and bowed his head to the Bodhisattva statue.
Chen Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition.
"What's the meaning?"
"Isn't this head meant to be fed to me?"
Compared to his hands and feet were cold.
The woman worshiping the Buddha clearly looked grateful, and she kowtowed three times and nine times to the clay Bodhisattva statue, as if what the novice monk was holding was not a human head, but some heavenly treasure:
"Bodhisattva's great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten by good believers."
Finished.
She took the tray respectfully and muttered: "Bodhisattva is compassionate, Bodhisattva is compassionate, little brother, your illness is finally cured. This is the golden elixir given by Bodhisattva..."
Golden elixir?
no.
Please tell me, how does it resemble a golden elixir?
Does it have anything to do with the word Dan?
Chen Yi could tell that the woman had no intention of harming him, but seeing the strange scene of the woman holding the head in her arms and walking towards him, he still couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
The footsteps are getting closer.
"Brother, it's time to take medicine."
At the moment the woman held the edge of the bed and put the head to her mouth.
A moment of mist.
Chen Yi sat up suddenly.
"I woke up!"
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Reply to the question from the previous chapter: It’s not the finale! Not the finale! Not the finale! Say important things three times, just to polish the worldview a little.
