Song Ciwan and Aunt Zhou stopped in front of the inverted Buddha statue.
If the fallen Buddha blocks the road, is it still possible to go ahead?
Ding dong, ding dong...
The silk ribbon was teased, and the crisp sound made people's hearts pound. Aunt Zhou pressed her hand on her heart and couldn't help but gasp: "This, this... do we still want to go forward? That fairy, she also passed here just now. ?"
Song Ciwan's response was to flip her palm over, and a small bronze mirror with a ghost pattern on the back appeared in her hand.
It was the mirror that she kept in the scale of heaven and earth: this mirror could see low-level ghosts, yin energy, and weird entities at village level and below!
Song Ciwan held the mirror in his hand, exhaled his true energy slightly, and looked at the inverted Buddha in the mirror.
For a moment, a twisted shadow appeared from the head and face of the inverted Buddha.
The shadow seemed to be in the shape of a human head and a scorpion's tail. The moment the mirror shone on it, the shadow in the Buddha statue seemed to be aware of it. Suddenly the scorpion's tail moved, and there was a sharp "squeak" that seemed to penetrate the human soul. The sound suddenly sounded as the silk ribbon floated.
"Ah!" Aunt Zhou screamed and stepped back.
Song Ciwan turned the mirror and flicked his fingertips, and a wisp of blazing flame accompanied by the fire of the Heart Sutra of the True Fire of Samadhi was projected out.
This wisp of flame was blazing white in color and looked inconspicuous at first glance, but its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to count.
Just before Mrs. Zhou's scream ended, the flames penetrated the space and ignited the scorpion-shaped shadow in the Buddha statue.
The spiritual fire and the real fire combined, and their power was magically multiplied. However, in a moment, the shadow scorpion's tail stood upright, and it was burned into nothingness amidst the screams.
puff! The inverted Buddha statue fell to the ground. The many silk ribbons hanging next to it also changed colors one after another, falling to the ground like hay that had lost its vitality.
In the dim light of the moss, only the mottled paint surface of the Buddha statue can be seen. On the Buddha's head, there is still a stone eye with a dull pupil, looking at the world.
Aunt Zhou had just recovered from her shock and couldn't help but panicked: "Ms. Song, what was this... just now?"
Song Ciwan took back the Tongyou Mirror, pushed Aunt Zhou gently and said, "It's a low-level weirdo. Don't panic. I've already killed it. Please leave quickly."
The Buddha statue is a Buddha statue, but the one who lives in the Buddha statue is not the real Buddha, but turns out to be a ghost!
The scales of heaven and earth emerged: [A gray game-level strange ghost spirit, with a will to die in vain, can be sold for eighty taels of gold. 】
After hearing her words, Mrs. Zhou quickly and carefully crossed the Buddha statue lying on the ground and took a few steps forward.
When she passed by, Song Ciwan followed behind.
However, where Aunt Zhou could not see her, Song Ciwan once again summoned the scales of heaven and earth. With a turn of the breath-absorbing technique, she quietly put the fallen Buddha statue on the ground into the scales of heaven and earth.
In addition to the Buddha statue and the discolored red silk ribbon on the cave wall, she took them away like they were scraping three feet apart.
No matter what it is, whether it is useful or not, take it all back and sell them all when it is more convenient!
It was also this experience that made Song Ciwan once again open the door to a new world.
She suddenly realized that her previous thinking was still too restrictive. Since everything can be sold on the scales of heaven and earth, why not open up her thinking a little more?
Along the way, Song Ciwan and Zhou Auntie met several more gray game-level spooks. She killed them all with one blow, and then looted everything around them.
She didn't even let go of the sand and gravel that were tainted with a strange aura. By doing so, she was clearing the way for those who would follow. Who can say that Song Ciwan wasn't benefiting himself and others?
I don’t know how far I walked like this, and how long I walked, but the terrain of the tunnel suddenly changed, from a gentle twist to an upward twist!
Song Ciwan didn't waste any time. She pulled Aunt Zhou to gain strength and jumped up, climbing the steep slope. After such a journey, she suddenly felt a billowing heat wave coming from ahead.
Along with the heat wave, there seemed to be a red light and the sound of bells and drums that seemed far away.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Heavy and broad, with a certain ancient rhythm, it strikes the deep underground of this winding road, so shocking, yet so mysterious and far-reaching.
Aunt Zhou followed her obediently, and gradually learned not to exclaim or talk too much, but at this moment she couldn't help it, so she still opened her mouth and said: "Ms. Song, is there a way out above...? Let's go Is this really the right path?"
The strange things she experienced today were the most extreme that she could imagine in her life...but all of this actually happened!
As a result, Aunt Zhou gradually seemed to be a little different than before. She began to think more and began to have the courage to ask questions.
Song Ciwan did not answer her question, because her ears were stronger than Aunt Zhou's. Amidst the heavy sound of bells and drums, she could vaguely hear a man and a woman talking in the depth of the red light.
The female voice said: "Xiao Lang, we are all on different paths, and I can't help you after all. In this case, as soon as you and I say goodbye today, we will end our fate..."
The male voice immediately tried to persuade him: "No, Mingzhu! You and I met ten years ago. You said we were kind to each other in the past, and now you have come to repay us. You and I should have a marriage. So I went against my sister-in-law's wishes for you and refused several times." The marriage she arranged for me.”
"Five years ago, I was plotted by a scorpion demon and almost died of poisoning. It was you who spit out the dragon ball and cut it in half. You were willing to spend a thousand years of cultivation to save me."
"Three years ago you were recalled to the Dragon Palace. The Dragon King forced you to marry into the East China Sea. The Three Immortals of Kunlun and I borrowed the sea fan and made a big fuss in the Dragon Palace to snatch you back."
"Two years ago, I went through the Five Yun Thunder Tribulation, and it was you who sacrificed half of your body's essence and blood to forcefully rescue me from the demonic thoughts that burned my soul..."
"Mingzhu, we know each other and have countless connections. We have already been part of you, and you are part of me. How can you bear to say goodbye to me like this?"
"I can never agree. If I break up with you when we vowed to each other, I will have my heart cut open, my bones cut into pieces, and my blood drained to death!"
"Mingzhu, do you really want my life?"
…
It's a long speech, and the male voice speaks with sincerity, and every sound is profoundly tender.
The female voice became softer and said sadly: "Xiao Lang, I don't want to say goodbye to you, but... I..."
She hesitated for a long time, but she still couldn't give her the real reason for saying goodbye.
The male voice waited for a long time, but never got a positive answer, so he said anxiously: "Mingzhu, is the Dragon King forcing you again? I don't believe in the idea of human beings and monsters taking different paths! Don't be afraid, I could borrow it back then. Dancing Sea Fan, why not borrow it again now?"
"Mingzhu, otherwise, you can give birth to two children for me!"
"When our child comes into the world, the Dragon King will be able to get rid of his anger no matter how angry he is when he sees this cute and charming junior."
"Mingzhu, come back with me right now, and I'll ask my sister-in-law to organize the wedding for us right away!"
