There was a look of fear on everyone's faces, and some even started to tremble, especially the old man who was the leader, whose expression was extremely excited, but he still restrained himself.
Lian Chengzi and Xu Chengzi looked at the lake, exchanged glances, and took out yellow paper and cinnabar pens from their sleeves.
"Wet." Xu Chengzi shook his head.
They originally wanted to test whether Yun Kong's guess was correct, but when the yellow paper got wet, they couldn't draw the symbols.
They turned to Yunkong again to see if he had anything else to say.
Yun Kong had something to say: "My first feeling when I saw this lake was: this place is like a very big slaughterhouse."
Everyone couldn't help but tremble and looked at each other.
They have reason to be so afraid.
Lian Chengzi suddenly shouted angrily: "Just say what you want to say!" He didn't like others knowing things he didn't know.
Yun Kong ignored him: "There must be many dead bodies at the bottom of the lake."
This sentence needs no explanation. Everyone understands that Yun Kong means that they have killed many people and their bodies have sunk to the bottom of the lake.
The old man trembled slightly due to the excitement he forced himself to have, but his voice was surprisingly calm: "What do you think we should do?"
"Save them." Yun Kong said.
"That's the monk's business." Xu Chengzi said.
"I know," Yun Kong said, "Generally speaking, this is indeed a monk's business."
Transcendence is just a ritual.
When Yun Kong was practicing in Yinshan Temple when he was young, his Buddhist masters, Deng Xin and Deng Huo, once told him that salvation is the way to restore peace to the souls of the dead.
A person who dies peacefully does not need to be transcended; his soul will go where it should go. People whose hearts are not at peace when they die will have their souls stranded in the world of the dead, so they need salvation to calm them down and go to the world they should go to.
The scriptures and holy chants recited by the monks have the power to calm the souls of the dead, making the souls trapped in pain feel comfortable, and then realize that they should not stay and are willing to reincarnate, so they can be transcended.
Yun Kong is not a monk, so what can he do?
There was an unusual smell in the sky over the lake, which was completely different from the surrounding sky.
This air is so cold and depressing that no one alive can feel it without feeling uncomfortable, because...
Because it is the breath of the dead.
The aura of many, many dead people gathered together.
Yun Kong holds a peach wood sword and stands by the Qingfeng Lake.
He did not set up an altar, and he did not use incense, candles, paper money.
What he used was the capital of human nature—the heart.
"Gather your mind," he told himself, and then closed his eyes slightly: "Be calm, be calm..." A warm mass gradually formed in the dantian, slowly moving up the back and flowing to his head.
Warmth flows into the brain and slowly surrounds an area, where it sprouts, grows, and expands, and gradually wants to escape.
Yunkong felt its throbbing, its vitality, its extraordinary power, which was about to be completed.
The peach wood sword slowly points to the lake.
Yunkong suddenly couldn't hear or see, and also lost his sense of his surroundings. He had entered his own heart and was cut off from the world.
He knew it was time to let it out.
"Quick!" he shouted.
The warm current rushed down faster than the speed of light, penetrated into the arm of the clouds, and penetrated into the mahogany sword. The entire sword was immediately filled with life, and the dry cells in the sword seemed to be alive again, planning to take root, sprout, and sprout. Beautiful peach blossoms bloom...
But that thought quickly rushed out of the Taomu Sword, which was nothing more than a track.
Yun Kong's thoughts shot into the lake and penetrated to the bottom of the lake, awakening the dead souls at the bottom of the lake.
This is the second time they have been awakened today.
The air near the lake suddenly became extremely cold, and the air solidified. Fine snow was flying on the lake surface, and even the reeds and weeds on the lakeshore were covered with fine white frost.
The leader of the old man looked pale and said tremblingly: "This lake never freezes all year round..."
The murderous spirit has awakened.
Yun Kong's thoughts have found them, touched them, and connected with them.
The lake began to boil.
With a "swish" sound, the lake water rushed up, forming a wall of water, like an upside-down waterfall.
In just a moment, the lake water fell back to the surface, splashing everywhere, and the water wall lowered like a curtain, revealing a thick and large white giant, twisting its body and towering towards the sky.
Qingfeng Longjun.
It is said to be a dragon, but it looks like a skinned dragon.
Lian Chengzi, Xu Chengzi, and Ban Chengzi were secretly shocked that Yun Kong actually called out this monster!
Qingfeng Dragon Lord slowly turned its body. Under the afternoon sun, its cylindrical body looked white and smooth, like greasy fat, standing tall and proud in front of everyone.
Its body without eyes, mouth, or any other organs seemed to be able to identify the correct direction, and slowly turned to point toward the sky.
Yunkong didn't look at it, and couldn't look at it, because Yunkong had entered his "heart", and he used his heart to feel it and connect with it.
But Yun Kong couldn't bear it.
What he faced was not one person, but a group of people.
They are very angry and resentful, and they cannot accept Yun Kong's advice.
Some of them were originally merchants, planning to go to another place to do business so that they could make money and go home and make their families happy.
Some are rushing to take exams and are full of ambitions for their future.
Some are traveling and passing by.
Some people rush home happily after retiring from officialdom.
Some are in a hurry to go home for funerals and want to see their parents off for the last time.
But they all died here inexplicably.
Die in this unclear Qingfeng Lake.
They are not willing to give in!
Yun Kong's mind was in confusion.
All the dead souls told Yunkong all their past experiences. Yunkong's mind was like a trash can of memory, quickly passing through one scene after another, full of unwillingness, reluctance, reluctance, etc. that had lost their meaning. Pity.
He understood everything, the birth, experiences, joys and sorrows, and deaths of all people.
He grieves.
He knew early on that he would grieve.
He wanted to persuade them, but it was difficult for him to speak.
What can he do? Tell them to forget everything? Are you asking them to accept their own wasted death?
The Qingfeng Dragon King suddenly cracked open, pieces scattered from the top, disintegrated into pieces of meat, and fell into the lake.
"No!" Yun Kong screamed in his heart.
The inhabitants of the lakeshore roared with thunderous cheers and shouted with ecstasy.
Lian Chengzi and Xu Chengzi kept looking at Yunkong coldly, holding their weapons tightly in their hands.
Qingfeng Longjun's body completely collapsed from his head into the lake, and pieces of oily white meat floated on the surface of the lake.
Someone actually boarded the boat and rowed into the lake to pick up pieces of meat.
Others followed suit and dragged their own boats to pick up the meat.
The leading old man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with peace of mind.
However, Yun Kong had not stopped being afraid. He kept trembling and could not control the cold sweat that kept pouring out.
Lian Chengzi and Xu Chengzi drew their sharp swords, which reflected the cold light in the sun.
cold.
In fact, the chill by the lake has not dissipated and has not diminished at all.
Why?
Because the reason that made Yun Kong afraid has not disappeared yet.
Someone broke the boat through the thin ice, rowed to a piece of white meat, and dragged the meat up.
The meat is heavy.
The flesh is shaking.
The man who picked up the meat was still happy, and before he had time to react, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the meat, grabbed his head, and turned his head back.
Then, the piece of meat stretched out its legs and head, becoming a complete human shape.
But the eyes are missing.
Their eyeballs have long been eaten by fish.
The white meat on the lake stretched out its limbs and head piece by piece, turning into half-rotted human bodies, covered with snow-white meat - because the skin had long been soaked in water and had fallen off.
The people on the boats were so frightened that they forgot to escape and sat helplessly on the boats, letting themselves be slaughtered.
They are used to killing people and buying goods, but they are not used to being killed.
The people on the lakeside saw their companions being killed by half-rotten corpses in the boat, and their helpless appearance made them completely quiet.
They don't know what to do.
At this time, various thoughts came to their minds:
Why don't you go home and make tea?
Is the porridge ready?
Which family’s daughter-in-law is happy?
These are not normal reactions.
The corpses in the lake still have bones in their half-rotten flesh, driving their bodies towards the lake shore.
The old man's legs were weak and he knelt down in fear. He couldn't remember how many of them he had killed with his own hands. He had killed them since he was young until he no longer had the strength to kill.
He couldn't remember their appearance, because there were too many and too short to retain in his memory.
But they remember him.
