Dang~dang~dang...
The early morning bells echoed in the temple.
Wang Chaling opened her eyes in confusion. The unfamiliar ceiling was a little damp and even moldy in some parts.
He is currently lying on a bed, wearing a monk's robe. Even on the bed, the monk's robe is very neat and without any wrinkles.
Wang Chaling tried to stand up, but felt that her body was suppressed by something heavy, and it was extremely difficult to even move a finger.
Squeak~!
The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and a young novice came in carrying a wooden lunch box. He didn't seem to notice that the person on the bed had woken up. He opened the lunch box and found steamed buns and gruel inside. The contents are placed on the table.
After doing all this, the little novice monk walked to the bedside: "Master Xuanfa, your body has not recovered yet. The host specifically told you that you do not need to go to the main hall for morning classes in the past few days. You can complete them in the room. Every day I will deliver all three meals to your room.”
After the little novice monk finished speaking, Wang Chaling suddenly realized that he could control this body and immediately said, "Okay, you go back first."
The voice is hoarse and unpleasant.
The young novice saluted and said something that Wang Chaling did not hear clearly. He only heard a creak and the door was closed again.
"Xuanfa... actually allowed me to assume this identity directly." Wang Chaling propped up his body, leaned on the bedside, and sorted out the situation.
There are many beings with supernatural consciousness in the ghost temple. Not counting those beings brought in by the ghost king, there are two names in the temple alone.
One is the abbot of the ghost temple, and the other is Xuan Fa, that is, the skeleton in the wooden house under the ghost tree, the identity that Wang Chaling now assumes.
In the incident where Dizang Temple was destroyed and turned into a ghost temple, Xuanfa was also attacked by a ghost. With his strength, he could not face the ghost king directly. Although it was impossible to defeat the ghost that attacked him, if he wanted to escape from the ghost temple, he still had to can do it.
But in the end he chose to give up, and used his supernatural consciousness, combined with the bodhi tree that he had cultivated and domesticated for many years, to construct a small world of consciousness, involving the consciousness of most of the deceased in the temple. After the body died, he could still Continue to survive in an alternative way.
It is actually not difficult for Xuanfa to achieve this level. With Wang Chaling's current strength, although he is not purely psychic, he can retain the consciousness of other people for a long time.
The key is to resist the constant invasion of the ghost king. Even the bodhi tree is polluted, and it is only a matter of time before the mysterious method is completely occupied.
For example, right now, the legs of the skeleton outside are tightly entangled with branches, and the legs in the conscious world cannot walk normally.
"He is the same type of person as Li Jun, even more extreme than Li Jun." This is Wang Chaling's view of Xuanfa.
As for more opinions, different positions, and different personalities, Wang Chaling found it difficult to judge each other and to say more.
Lifting the quilt and grabbing a pair of crutches beside the bed, Wang Chaling got up from the bed with some difficulty and slowly groped around the room.
After all, it is a temple. Although the status and strength are different, the single room specifications are quite similar.
Compared with the room Wang Chaling stayed in before, there was an extra Buddha statue, a futon, and a small wooden box in the corner.
"Master Xuanfa, I know you can definitely hear what I say. Today's world is facing the threat of supernatural resurgence. The sealed ghosts are gradually resurrecting. There is a supernatural event that you must be familiar with. The supernatural event codenamed Ghost Sacrifice. One of the hosts is Master Xuanhui. I came to the ghost temple this time to find a supernatural item that Master Xuanhui left in the ghost temple during his lifetime and to find a solution to the supernatural incident. I hope Master Xuanfa can do something about it. Please tell me where that thing is."
Wang Chaling did not lie. As the supernatural resurgence intensified, it was only a matter of time before the ghost sacrifice incident would revive. So he took precautions and got the corresponding supernatural items in advance so that once the supernatural incident got out of control, he could immediately control it manually, and even Resolve, this is a very reasonable thing.
Of course, it means facing the mysterious method.
If he were facing the old monk from before, Wang Chaling would not bother to say this at all. He was a very "qualified" ghost controller. The erosion of the supernatural made him extremely cruel. Although he had some beliefs, he also had some Great love, but it cannot be convinced by just a few words.
"Descendant of the Wang family, someone has told me about you. Don't think about taking shortcuts. After experiencing these three days with peace of mind, you will naturally get part of what you want. These three days are only three days outside. Minutes." A gentle voice suddenly sounded in the room. After finishing his sentence, he paused and then continued: "Of course, you have another way to break up everything in this world. Then what do you want? Part of the thing will also appear in your hands."
Wang Chaling frowned.
Either way, he can get what he wants, although only partially.
The former requires three days of experience in this world of consciousness and three minutes of the outside world, while the latter requires relying on one's own strength to collapse the entire world of consciousness. The risks of both are high.
Without thinking for long, two dead souls appeared next to Wang Chaling and said politely: "I don't like to leave uncertain things in the hands of others. I can only offend."
A generation of dead souls used the curse of the Wang family as a medium to descend into this world of consciousness. The rich darkness began to spread at the moment when the dead souls overlapped.
At the same time, the ghost of the second generation left the photo, the ghost of Wang Chaling's mother possessed Wang Chaling, and the ghost of his father guarded Wang Chaling.
Squeak~!
The door was pushed open by a hand.
Darkness and light each occupy half, with ferocious and terrifying ghosts looming in the darkness, and solemn monks standing in the light.
But without exception, their eyes were all on Wang Chaling.
"I don't want to embarrass you. Simply gather all the existences and knock them all out. The things will be yours." Xuanfa's voice was as gentle as ever, but it had some other meanings, causing Wang Chaling to feel deeply uncomfortable.
Because when he usually speaks, he usually has this tone.
Under the seemingly gentle surface, there is a deep arrogance and some conspiracy and calculation, which is not the case in normal Xuanfa.
"As I said, I don't like uncertain things. Master Xuanfa, can you please shut up?" Almost at the moment the words rang out, the darkness belonging to the Wang family spread.
Terrifying supernatural erosion permeated every corner of the darkness, and an unreal old man suddenly appeared in a corner, his hands reaching forward fiercely.
A crystal-clear skeleton was held in their hands, and the supernatural invasion gradually dimmed the skeleton that exuded a strange light.
One by one, the projected ghosts and ghost controllers crowded towards Wang Chaling crazily, and terrifying supernatural attacks pervaded the group.
Under the supernatural coordination, even a wide-scale supernatural attack will not accidentally injure his "teammates", and the target is directly at Wang Chaling.
A ray of green light spread, not conspicuous in the darkness unique to the Wang family, but the ghost domain did encompass the nearby area.
Wang Chaling's figure appears from time to time in the mixed group of ghosts and monks. Modification and deception have an excellent effect on this kind of supernatural consciousness. The bulk of it is completely suppressed by a generation of dead souls, and the remaining part of Wang Chaling can easily be erased. Except exist. .
When Wang Chaling tortured the food, the dead soul faced the two most terrifying existences in this "world", the ghost king and the old monk.
The consciousness of the two does not really exist in this world, but the ghost king is infecting Xuanfa's supernatural power. The old monk has a close relationship with Xuanfa, and Xuanfa can use his own consciousness to construct the existence of the two.
The whole body seems to be emitting sacred light, solemn and solemn. This is the old monk who is like the true Buddha coming to the world. The body is completely condensed by darkness, and the face is distorted with indistinguishable features. This is the ghost king who perished in Ksitigarbha Temple.
The two supernatural beings who have been fighting against each other for hundreds of years, under the supernatural coordination of Xuanfa, have become "teammates" standing on the same front, and together they launch an attack on the illusory old man.
"Is it because of the daytime?" Wang Chaling casually dealt with the projection of a ghost and looked in the direction of Grandpa and the others with some confusion.
The old monk's supernatural power was much stronger than that of the Ghost King.
The endless light and heat left a mark on the old man's body, and the illusory body exuded white mist. The rich darkness seemed to materialize, turning into chains that entangled the dead soul tightly.
Fruits that look like human heads are condensed on the chain. These fruits seem to be alive. Every time they breathe in, the surrounding darkness belonging to the Wang family seems to be sucked in by it, as the material for the fruit to mature.
The old man's face was a bit unreal, bearing the characteristics of two dead souls at the same time. Only his pair of eyes were exceptionally clear, numb and dead, scanning the two ghosts indifferently.
The glistening bones had turned into jet black color under the influence of the supernatural being. They were lifted upside down in the hands of the old man. Suddenly, the old man slammed the bones onto the old monk's body.
The chains on his body were broken inch by inch, and the fruit, which was already the size of a human head, exploded almost at the moment the old man started to act. The white mist that was emitted kept returning to the old man under the pressure of darkness, and the mark left behind was Forcibly erase.
The old man stepped forward and took the lead to grab the dark condensed body. With his rotten palms covered with corpse spots, with unimaginable force, he grabbed the body directly into a ball of black mist.
The darkness that belonged to the Wang family covered the whole body, and the ghostly ghosts and supernatural beings remaining in the dead souls perfectly blended with the symbols of darkness. With the extremely high level of terror of the dead souls, they suppressed and absorbed the ghost king's ghostly ghosts and turned them into their own.
Under the normal generation of dead souls, this is a difficult goal to achieve, because the ghost difference is too small and almost incalculable. With such a huge gap, it is even more difficult to achieve a balance with the dead souls, but at the same time, the dead souls of grandfather and grandma Despite the overlap, this goal has become a reality. .
But it is only limited to this situation. Rather than devouring the supernatural power of the Ghost King, it is better to say that it is absorbing the supernatural power of the mysterious method. The real Ghost King is far more terrifying than the current one. It is a real S-class supernatural event. The dead soul can still Suppression, but it is difficult to absorb the ghost king's supernatural power with this level of ghost difference.
The supernatural erosion continued to advance, but the old man did not stop because of this. He changed his target and locked on the old monk who had broken free from the suppression of the skeleton.
The five fingers of the illusory right hand were tightly clasped on the bald head, and five holes appeared on the head. The left hand was claw-shaped and penetrated the Li Gui's chest.
The endless light and heat were blocked by the darkness covering the surface of the body. The ghost's fist penetrated the illusive old man, and the old man's numb face became more and more ferocious.
After a while.
The old man retracted his arm, and the old monk's body collapsed weakly on the ground, with the terrifying darkness still spreading over his body.
The thick darkness was raging, and the figures were dissipating. Wang Chaling raised his eyes and looked upward. The boundless tree crown was covering the sky. Threads of darkness were almost entangled in every piece of paper. The tall tree trunks were full of cracks. Those are the traces left by generations.
The sky above the tree crown is also full of black cracks, exuding a strange and ominous atmosphere. This world is about to usher in its end.
…………
Wang Chaling opened his eyes, and suddenly felt something in his hand. He opened his palm, and found a key covered with patina lying quietly in his hand, with a white cloth wrapped around it.
Ignore this.
Wang Chaling first looked at the skeleton on the bed. His legs were still entangled with branches, but they were obviously much looser than before, and many branches were withered and necrotic.
But the upper body is even more terrifying.
The skeleton that was originally like jade became extremely pale, as if it could turn into powder with just a pinch. The green flames in the eye sockets were extremely dim, as if they could be extinguished in the next moment.
The collapse of the supernatural world and the plundering of a generation of dead souls have had an irreversible impact on this evil ghost, and the level of terror has been forcibly reduced.
"It's just this level. It's not as good as that fierce ghost in Baishui Town. I still overestimated it a lot." Wang Chaling thought that his evaluation of Xuanfa might be a little too high.
The consciousness world recreated by the fierce ghost in Baishui Town can be projected by people of the level of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China. The Yang Jian Ghost Eye Ghost Domain has been opened to the ninth floor to cultivate a ghost boy at the level of the Seventh Elder. That world All can be carried.
However, this world cannot even bear the ravages caused by the overlapping of a generation of dead souls.
"Of course, this is not necessarily true. Maybe the ghost king has taken away too many things. If I still maintain the state of fusion with the bodhi tree, I will still have a lot of difficulties in fighting, at least it cannot be solved so quickly. "
"Before my consciousness is transformed into a supernatural being, even if I have integrated the ghost consciousness, controlling the ghost involves a lot of consciousness, but my consciousness is still fragile in nature, and this supernatural power can make up for it a little bit." Thinking like this, my father The dead soul stepped forward, his palms covering his eye sockets, and a faint green flame was forcibly removed.
In an instant, the upper half of the skeleton seemed to have lost its support, and the pale bones instantly turned into powder, leaving a human-shaped mark on the bed.
(End of chapter)
