Looking out of the hall, even though there was at least a glimmer of light in the gloomy sky just now, it was now completely replaced by darkness. The sound of pattering rain was echoing, and the intensity of the rain seemed to have decreased a lot.

"Time is up."

A spark appeared on the sandalwood, and the smoke began to rise.

Boom~boom~boom

The short stick hits the wooden fish rhythmically, making a special sound.

Little bits of light gradually emerged under Wang Chaling's guidance, and the darkness that had spread to the entrance of the palace seemed to be inexplicably hindered.

"Not enough, not enough." Wang Chaling closed her eyes tightly and moved her hands faster and faster, but the special charm of the music was not destroyed.

Yin rises and Yang declines.

Yang is strong and Yin is weak.

These two words are probably the best way to describe the brief moment between nightfall and dawn.

The terror on one side is constantly rising, while the other side is constantly declining. A rather delicate balance can always be reached at a certain moment, and then the handover is completed.

But this involves a very wide scope, affecting almost the entire ghost temple. Even with the help of the power of the dead souls, Wang Chaling cannot control it so minutely.

So he chose another path.

The futon and wooden fish are both used by the old monk during his lifetime. There is a lot of supernatural power left inside, which can be induced by using it in a special way. The sandalwood is used for defense. At the same time, when inserted into the incense burner, it also has the function of "communication"

function.

More and more supernatural beings emerged under Wang Chaling's guidance, and the darkness that had reached the entrance of the main hall seemed to recede a bit.

A delicate balance seems to be being struck.

An illusive old man appeared next to Wang Chaling, his numb and dead eyes fixed on the huge Bodhisattva statue in the hall.

Suddenly.

The half-closed eyes of the Bodhisattva are wide open, exuding a breathtaking light. The evil and ferocious nature is mixed with compassion and solemnity, and a strange balance is achieved.

The space seemed to begin to distort.

A road quietly emerged in the hall. This road extended upwards. Most of it was surrounded by smoke. Only the bottom two steps could be seen clearly.

At the moment when the balance between day and night is achieved, you can use your own supernatural power to peer into the reality, and you can reach a certain depth in the ghost temple.

Wang Chaling stood up, picked up the stick of sandalwood that only burned a little, and followed the dead soul on the road.

It’s different than imagined.

This seemingly rugged road is very easy to walk, and there are no inexplicable supernatural obstacles.

Along the way, the top of the hall was not an obstacle. Wang Chaling crossed over without any hindrance. In an instant, the scenery before his eyes suddenly changed.

It's not a rainy sky.

It is an endless world. In this huge world, it seems that there is only one huge spherical object between heaven and earth.

That thing is now black, exuding a terrifying darkness, like a terrifying black hole that wants to swallow everything around it.

But Wang Chaling could feel the endless light under the darkness.

"How can light and darkness be so clearly separated? The erosion of decades is not obvious from the outside, but in this most fundamental place, there is a sense of blending." Wang Chaling stepped forward and came.

He reached a high platform and jumped up.

The high platform is circular and marked with scales, and twenty-four numbers divide the area equally.

A monk and a ghost sit at both ends of the circular platform. A pointer has just reached the 12th mark where the ghost is, and is moving forward at an imperceptible speed.

"Ksitigarbha, are you a human or a ghost now?" Wang Chaling stood in an empty place, looking at the oppressed man, and said word by word.

Ksitigarbha.

The abbot, abbot, or boss of Ksitigarbha Temple, a monk who takes the name of Bodhisattva as his dharma name, a ghost master who should have died decades ago, and a ghost master who survives with consciousness.

but now.

Wang Chaling was a little unsure.

"Amitabha."

Two voices sounded at the same time, a monk and a ghost opened their eyes at the same time, with the same look on their faces.
Chapter completed!