Wang Chaling felt that his vision was a little blurred, and the two figures sitting at both ends seemed to overlap at this moment.
The supernatural power rose from an unknown place. In an instant, Wang Chaling felt a chill in his head. If he looked carefully, he saw that there were some overlapping figures.
The old monk and the ghost both stood up. The former's eyes were kind and pitiful, like the Buddha coming to the world, while the latter's evil nature and fierceness were like the evil ghosts from hell descending on the world.
The ghost king does not necessarily have his own wisdom, maybe someone just instilled his own things into the ghosts, so he created "wisdom", Wang Chaling thought.
"Donor, please think about it. It's a human and a ghost. Why should you tell the difference so clearly?" The two voices came from different sources, but they were strangely consistent.
Wang Chaling suddenly smiled: "Indeed, in this world, there is no need to distinguish between humans and ghosts so clearly. Let me change the question, do you prefer humans or ghosts?"
The monk and the ghost clasped their hands together and lowered their heads. They did not answer Wang Chaling's question. It was not clear whether they did not want to answer or were unable to answer.
It is by no means an easy thing for Ksitigarbha monk to live. Even it is difficult to explain clearly the position between humans and ghosts.
The instincts of evil ghosts and human consciousness are two existences that are in serious conflict. The integration of the two is far from being as simple as it seems.
Wang Chaling didn't ask further questions. A chair appeared behind him, forming a stable triangular structure with a monk and a ghost.
"One of the hosts of the ghost sacrifice incident is the ghost controller you trained for a while. I want to know the role you played in it and all the information that person left for you."
Ghost sacrifice event.
Wang Chaling's interest in this supernatural incident can be traced back to a long time ago. Over a long period of time, he also asked many beings about this matter.
First it was the Wang family's classics and the Wang family's generation, then Meng Xiaodong and Qin Lao, and then the human skin paper in Yang Jian's hand.
But he still wasn't satisfied.
Just like putting together a piece of a puzzle, the information obtained through each channel will be part of the puzzle, but it may not be the whole, so he is still looking for the rest of the puzzle.
"Sacrifice to ghosts?" Ksitigarbha monk murmured. The next moment, his expression suddenly changed, and a black energy filled his face.
Evil, ferocious, ferocious... the strange expressions on the face of the Ksitigarbha monk changed one after another, just like the face-changing in a Sichuan opera.
"Sacrifice to ghosts...Of course I know that if the donor Wang is willing to stay in this temple, chant sutras morning and night, and accompany me as a Buddha, I will tell you everything the donor wants to know." Monk Ksitigarbha 1 He spoke word by word, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
But why?
Wang Chaling didn't understand the changes in front of him. Was it because the night had been too long and the Ksitigarbha monk couldn't hold on anymore? Or is offering sacrifices to ghosts taboo here?
But it doesn’t matter.
This is one of the deepest spaces in the ghost temple, and it is also the initial starting point of the supernatural confrontation, where the true identity of one monk and one ghost lies.
But the existence of the body does not mean that the supernatural is also there.
Wang Chaling is very aware of the situation in the ghost temple.
Whether it is the ghost king or the Ksitigarbha monk, most of their supernatural powers are scattered in the ghost temple. They use the temple as a chessboard to compete on an unknown level in the endless cycle of day and night.
The ghost tree, the dining hall, the back mountain, the stupa, the dormitories, the three main halls... almost every space is filled with their supernatural powers.
Unless one party really wants to overturn the table and fight Wang Chaling to the end regardless of the balance between the two, a generation of dead souls will be enough to suppress the main body.
But is it possible?
The stone needle under his feet rotated slightly, not forward, but backward, staying at the position where the Ghost King was. Endless light and heat mixed with darkness and coldness. The existence of two extremes completed a perfect blend at this moment.
Inside the ghost temple.
The darkness that almost covered the entire temple gradually faded away, and the light once again enveloped the temple in "hell", but it was not like it was during the day. Only a few special areas were left that were not covered by the light.
Light and darkness divide the temple equally.
"That's it?"
Two dead souls from one generation stood in front of Wang Chaling, like two high mountains, blocking all light and darkness, heat and cold.
The Ksitigarbha monk has a strong ability to suppress the ghosts, but when the light shines on the dead soul, it only triggers a burst of white steam. Under the supernatural power of the Wang family, the white steam cannot even stay away.
The darkness belonging to the King of Ghosts has a strong stimulating effect on ghosts. At the same time, it can directly control the infected ghosts and combine them arbitrarily. As the number of ghosts and the degree of terror increase, this ability will become more and more terrifying. At this moment, the darkness is trying its best to interfere with an illusory old woman.
"The ability is good, but it's a pity that compared with the curse from the source of the Wang family, it's still a little inferior." Wang Chaling commented as he felt an inexplicable throbbing.
The two dead souls of the Wang family were both top-notch beings during the Republic of China. Just below those few people, the curse that allowed them to turn into dead souls while retaining a large part of the horrific curse after death was not something that could be solved casually. exist.
The dead souls will be trapped in ghost apartments, and they will also get lost in some places. When faced with starving ghosts that eat coffin nails, they will also be eaten by them, because these do not involve source curses.
But what the Ghost King is doing now is to try to directly control a generation of dead souls and deprive the Wang family bloodline of the cursed ability to control the dead souls. Such an approach... Wang Chaling can only say that it is very bold, but it also convenient for some of Wang Chaling's ideas. .
Feeling the vibration of something in his arms, Wang Chaling took it out. It was a black and white photo with four figures on it, representing the four dead souls of the Wang family.
But now there are only a little more than two: the soul of the second generation and a little black spot, like a drop of ink dripping on the photo.
To a certain extent, the photo that was the embodiment of the curse trembled slightly in Wang Chaling's hands, and the black spots seemed to be expanding.
"Is it really possible?!" Wang Chaling looked a little surprised. He faced the attack of the Ghost King without making any resistance. It was just a temporary thing he came up with. It was also a conjecture of the experimental grandfather. Now it seems that that conjecture is being realized. verify.
The supernatural curse rooted in the source of the Wang family's bloodline seems to be no longer silent when faced with the external supernatural forces trying to interfere. It uses its own terror to suppress the external supernatural beings, and at the same time it is constantly absorbing the external supernatural beings. The existence of the world forcibly created a new "dead soul".
"The essence of the curse is also supernatural. The collision between the supernatural and the supernatural is a very simple matter. The strong gains everything, and the weak loses everything. The curse absorbs foreign supernatural beings and generates dead souls. It seems incomprehensible to say it, but... "Wang Chaling looked at the illusory black figure with only one head next to him with some confusion: "Why can the dead souls that are not made of the Wang family's blood still surrender to me?"
"No, no, this dead soul is fundamentally different from other dead souls." Wang Chaling suddenly realized something, and the black shadow beside him suddenly rushed towards the old monk who was being restrained by his grandfather.
A "dead soul" whose terror level is still lower than that of the second generation. Even if the Ksitigarbha monk is restrained, even if the Ksitigarbha monk's supernatural power is incomplete, the "dead soul" can only be suppressed.
But that's normal.
Under Wang Chaling's gaze, the illusory black shadow head was forcibly beaten into a black mist by the light and heat.
At the same time, Wang Chaling also lost the "dead soul", as if it had never existed from the beginning, and the dead soul was dead.
But the real dead souls are immortal.
"It's not really transformed into a dead soul, but it uses that part of the supernatural power to construct a phantom so that the supernatural power can be preserved. As for the future..."
Wang Chaling looked at his grandfather. The black mist was surrounding his body, blending with the supernatural beings of the Wang family.
"Absorb the rest of the supernatural beings and enhance the dead souls. This is an essential enhancement, rather than using supernatural items to enhance combat power." Wang Chaling's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the Ghost King who was confronting his grandmother, "Father, Mother, go help grandma and don’t fight back.”
There are not many powerful ghosts that can directly attack the Wang family's curse. Apart from the ghost king right in front of him, big guys like Meng Xiaodong, Ghost Bride, Zhang Dong, and Luo Qian can probably also do it, but the latter is not something Wang Chaling can touch. It's not something that the Wang family's curse can touch. If you're not careful, the curse will have to be suppressed by these beings.
After about ten minutes, Wang Chaling signaled the dead souls to get rid of the shackles of the ghost king, and looked at the Ksitigarbha monk who had regained his clarity: "Master Ksitigarbha, let me say a few words first. You took the initiative to attack me. I was also forced to fight back, so taking something during the fight shouldn’t be too much, right?”
"Amitabha."
"It's natural. Everything that Donor Wang took away should be used to make up for Donor Wang's losses. In addition, I can also compensate you with something. However, the Japanese temple will be closed and it is not suitable to entertain foreign guests." Monk Ksitigarbha spoke very politely. It's direct.
He really couldn't stand Wang Chaling. This person had an evil nature. He had only been in the ghost temple for a few days. Although there were few things that happened, everything was not small.
After meeting in the dormitory area, Ksitigarbha monk was unwilling to tell Wang Chaling the information about the things. As a result, the man did not follow the routine.
First, there was the ghost tree in the plantation. Jizo had been placed under Xuanfa's control for decades. However, Wang Chaling got in randomly and, with Xuanfa's deliberate cooperation, left him with a lot of trouble.
Later, I didn't know where the information came from, and I entered this space. I mentioned that ghost and made myself lose control. I also relied on the weird curse of the Wang family to rob the ghost king of many supernatural beings.
There are still many places in the ghost temple that are unstable, and the Ksitigarbha monk really doesn't want this person to toss around in the ghost temple and cause a greater impact.
"If it weren't for the dead souls and the curse..." The fierce light in Ksitigarbha monk's eyes flashed as he looked at the ground. It was not that he couldn't kill Wang Chaling, but the consequences of doing so would be serious.
The ghosts controlled by this descendant of the Wang family are very terrifying, at least better than those two second-generation souls. The souls that such people turn into after death are not too bad, and Wang Chaling was also imprinted by Shanhuogui (Zhuanggui). .
Three terrifying dead souls and possibly attracted mountain ghosts are causing trouble in his ghost temple. Monk Ksitigarbha feels that he may not be able to succeed in his life. Compared with his own life, the humiliation of a little concession can be regarded as nothing. What.
The supernatural circle is not all about fighting and killing. Humanity and sophistication are also very important. You can get it back when you have free time.
Furthermore, it is not certain whether getting something is a disaster or a blessing.
"When I get the things, I will leave the ghost temple immediately." Wang Chaling's tone was very sincere.
There is no doubt that the old monk has a plan, but Wang Chaling is too lazy to care about it. He is not strong enough, and it is useless to think more.
When Wang Chaling gains strength in the future, whether it's this ghost temple or this old monk who doesn't know whether he's a human or a ghost, Wang Chaling will have plenty of opportunities to take care of things slowly.
"There is really no need for an old man of this age to stay in the world and suffer. I, Wang Chaling, have a kind heart. I will definitely help you escape if I have the ability in the future." Such thoughts passed quickly, but Wang Chaling still had a sincere expression on his face. smile.
Seeing Wang Chaling's agreement, Ksitigarbha monk didn't say much. He casually moved his arm in front of him, and a dark world emerged in front of the two people and the ghost.
That's a small hill.
There were no plants on the hill, only a few mutilated corpses wandering around from time to time, as if they were guarding something.
At the top of the hill is a pond and a pavilion.
Ksitigarbha monk stretched out his hand towards the illusory pond. In an instant, the illusion turned into reality. Wang Chaling could even hear the sound of water in his palms and the sound of something swimming in the pond.
After a while.
A "ruby" about the size of a pea was fished out of the water by the Ksitigarbha monk and handed to Wang Chaling: "Donor Wang, please keep your promise."
After taking the "ruby", Wang Chaling inspected it in front of the Ksitigarbha monk without any scruples. Anyway, things had developed to this point, and there was no need to save face on such a trivial matter.
The key was taken out from the compartment of the watch, and the rusty key was placed on the "ruby". The next moment, the gem turned into a pool of unpleasant smelling blood, covering the surface of the key.
One minute later.
All the filthy and smelly blood disappeared, and a brand new key appeared in its original position. Wang Chaling picked it up and said, "It's a real thing. Make arrangements and send me out."
A few seconds later, looking at the motionless Ksitigarbha monk, Wang Chaling continued: "Everything in the ghost temple is back to normal. It's night now. If I go out by myself, I have to make some noise."
The corner of Ksitigarbha monk's mouth twitched, with obvious helplessness in his eyes. He turned sideways, and an illusory road appeared next to him: "Go out from here, and you can go directly to the main entrance of the temple."
It just wants this trouble to leave as soon as possible.
Bang~!
Wang Chaling looked at the slamming door and couldn't help but shook his head. Looking at this "enthusiasm", he became more determined to go back to the ghost temple when he had the opportunity to help the old monk "liberate".
(End of chapter)
