Author: Xiaoqiao Full Moon

Chapter 73 Old but not dead

Wang Chaling felt that his vision was a little blurred, and the two figures sitting upright at both ends seemed to overlap at this moment.

The supernatural power rose from an inexplicable place. In an instant, Wang Chaling felt a cooler in his mind. After looking carefully, he saw that there were any overlapping figures.

The old monk and the evil ghost both stood up. The former had a compassionate and compassionate look, just like the Buddha who came to the world, and the latter had an evil nature and fierce nature, just like the evil ghosts from hell that came to the world.

The Ghost King may not have produced his own wisdom. Perhaps it is just someone who instills his own things into the evil ghosts, which creates "wisdom". Wang Chaling thought so.

"Donor, you think about it. Whether it is a human or a ghost, why should you distinguish it so clearly?" The two voices came from different sounds, but they were strangely consistent.

Wang Chaling suddenly smiled: "Indeed, this world is human or ghost, there is no need to distinguish it so clearly. Then let me change the question, are you biased towards human or ghost?"

A monk and a ghost clasped their hands together and their heads were lowered. However, they did not answer Wang Chaling's question, and they didn't know if they didn't want to answer or could not answer it.

It is definitely not something that can be done simply by living. Even the standpoint of man and ghosts is difficult to explain clearly.

The instinct of a ghost and the consciousness of human beings are two kinds of existences with serious conflicts. The fusion of the two is far from being as simple as the surface.

Wang Chaling didn't ask, and 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 driver you have trained for a while. I want to know the role you played in it and all the information that that person left you."

Ghost sacrifice incident.

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 about many existences about this matter.

At first it was the Wang family's classics and the Wang family generation, then Meng Xiaodong and Qin Lao, and then the human velvet paper in Yang Jian's hand.

But he was still not satisfied.

It was like pieced together a piece of puzzle, and the news obtained from each channel would be part of the puzzle, but not necessarily all of it, so he was still constantly searching for the rest of the puzzle.

"Sacrifice to the ghost?" Monk Dizang murmured. The next moment, his face suddenly changed, and a black air filled his face.

Evil, fierce, ferocious... The strange expression changed one after another on Monk Dizang's face, as if the face change in a Sichuan opera was underway.

"Sacrificing to the ghost... Of course I know that if the donor is willing to stay in this temple, recite scriptures in the morning and evening, and accompany me in the Buddha forever, I will definitely know everything I want to know and say everything I say." Monk Ksitigarbha said word by word, each word seemed to squeeze out from the gap between my teeth.

But why?

Wang Chaling was a little confused about the changes in front of him. Is it because he could not hold on to the nightfall? Or is it a taboo to sacrifice to ghosts 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 essence of a monk and a ghost is.

But the existence of the ontology does not mean that the supernatural is also there.

Wang Chaling was very clear about the situation in the Ghost Temple.

Whether it is the Ghost King or the Monk Ksitigarbha, most of their supernatural powers are scattered in the ghost temple, using the temple as a chessboard, and competing on an unknown level in the endless cycle of day and night reincarnation.

Ghost trees, dining halls, back mountain, relic towers, dormitory rooms, three halls... Almost every space is filled with their supernatural powers.

Unless one party really wants to directly overturn the table, regardless of the balance between the two, he also needs to fight Wang Chaling to the end, otherwise a generation of dead souls will be enough to suppress the body.

But is it possible?

The stone needle under his feet turned slightly, not forward, but backward, staying at the position where the Ghost King was. The endless light and heat were mixed with darkness and coldness, and at two extremes, completing the perfect fusion at this moment.

In 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 the daytime, and only a few special areas were left that could not be enveloped by the light.

Light and darkness divide the temple equally.

"That's it?"

Two souls of a generation stood in front of Wang Chaling, like two high mountains, blocking all light and darkness, scorching and cold.

Monk Dizang has a strong ability to suppress evil spirits, but the light shines on the dead souls, only triggering a burst of white steam. Under the supernatural powers of the Wang family, the white steam cannot even be kept away.

Darkness belonging to the Ghost King has a strong stimulating effect on the evil spirits, and can directly control the infected evil spirits and wantonly combine the controlled evil spirits. With the accumulation of the number and terrifying degree of evil spirits, this ability will become more and more terrifying. At this moment, Darkness is interfering with an illusory old lady with all her strength.

"It's good, but unfortunately, compared with the curse at the source of the Wang family, it's still a little worse than the ones." Wang Chaling commented, feeling the inexplicable throbbing.

The two souls of the Wang family, both of them were the top existences in the Republic of China period. Just under those few people, they could keep a large part of the terrifying curse while turning into souls after death. They were not allowed to be solved at will.

The deceased souls will be trapped by the ghost apartment and will be lost in some places. When facing the starving ghosts who devour the nails of the coffin, they will be gnawed by the other party because these do not involve the source curse.

But what the Ghost King is doing now is to directly control the souls of a generation and deprive the curse of the curse to the Wang family of blood to control the souls of the dead. This is a practice... Wang Chaling can only be said to be very bold, but it just facilitates some of Wang Chaling's ideas.

Feeling the trembling of something in his arms, Wang Chaling took it out. It was a black and white photo, with four figures representing the four dead souls of the Wang family.

But now there are only two more: the second generation's soul and a little black spot, like a drop of ink drops on the photo.

To some extent, the photo of the curse was shaking a little in Wang Chaling's hands, and the black spots seemed to be constantly expanding.

"Is it really possible?" Wang Chaling looked a little surprised. He faced the attack of the Ghost King without any resistance. It was just a matter of his intention to make a temporary decision, which was also considered a conjecture by Grandpa Experimental. Now it seems that the conjecture is being verified.

The supernatural curse rooted at the source of the Wang family's bloodline, facing the supernatural powers that were trying to interfere with, the curse seemed to be no longer silent. While forcibly suppressing the foreign supernatural with its own terror, it was also constantly absorbing foreign supernatural, and forcibly creating a new "dead soul" with existence outside the Wang family's bloodline.

"The essence of the curse is also supernatural. The collision between supernatural and supernatural is a very simple thing. The strong get everything, the weak lose everything, and the curse absorbs foreign supernatural and generates dead souls. It seems that it is not understandable, but..." Wang Chaling looked at the illusory black shadow with only one head beside him with some confusion: "Why is it not the dead soul with the Wang family's blood material, but can still surrender to me."

"No, no, this dead soul is essentially different from other dead souls." Wang Chaling suddenly realized something, and the black shadow beside him rushed towards the old monk who was pinned by his grandfather.

A "dead soul" whose terror is still below the second generation. Even if the monk Dizang is restrained, even if the monk Dizang is incomplete, the "dead soul" can only be suppressed.

But that's normal.

Under Wang Chaling's gaze, the illusory black shadow head was beaten into a black mist by light and scorching heat.

At the same time, Wang Chaling also lost the "dead soul", as if it had not existed from the beginning, and the deceased soul was dead.

But the real soul is immortal.

"It is not really transformed into a dead soul, but a phantom is created with that part of the supernatural structure to facilitate the retention of the supernatural. As for the future..."

Wang Chaling looked at his grandfather. The black mist was surrounding his body, and the strange and strange blending of the Wang family.

"Absorb the rest of the supernatural and enhance the soul of the dead. This is essentially an enhancement, rather than using supernatural objects to enhance combat power." Wang Chaling's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the Ghost King who was confronting his grandmother, "Father, mother, you go and help grandmother, don't fight back."

It is rare to see evil spirits who can directly attack the Wang family's curse. Except for the ghost king, Meng Xiaodong, ghost bride, Zhang Dong, and Luo Qian who are right in front of you, it is probably okay, but the latter is not something that Wang Cha Ling can touch, nor is it that the Wang family's curse can touch. If you are not careful, the curse will be suppressed by these existences.

After about ten minutes, Wang Chaling signaled the deceased soul to escape from the shackles of the Ghost King and looked at the monk Dizang who had recovered from the Qingming Festival: "Master Dizang, let me say a few words first. This is what you took the initiative to attack me. I was also forced to fight back. It shouldn't be too much to take something during the counterattack, right?"

"Amitabha."

"This is naturally. All the things taken away by the donor of the king are to make up for the donor of the donor of the king. In addition, I can also compensate you with something. If the Japanese temple is about to close the mountain gate, it is not advisable to entertain foreign guests." The monk Dizang spoke very directly.

He really couldn't stand Wang Chaling. This person had a bad nature. He had only been to the Ghost Temple for so many days. Although there were few things he had caused, everything was not small.

After meeting in the dormitory area, Monk Dizang was unwilling to tell Wang Chaling about the things, but the man did not follow the routine.

First, the ghost tree in the plantation was hidden in Xuanfa’s layout for decades. As a result, Wang Chaling entered indiscriminately, and with Xuanfa’s intentional cooperation, he left him a lot of trouble.

After that, I didn't know where the information came from, and entered this space, mentioned that ghost thing to make me lose control, and relied on the strange curse of the Wang family to plunder many supernatural ghost kings.

There are still many uneasy places in the Ghost Temple. Monk Dizang really doesn't want this person to continue to tumbling in the Ghost Temple, causing a greater impact.

"If it weren't for the dead soul and the curse..." The fierce light flashed in the eyes of Monk Dizang looking at the ground. It was not that he could not kill Wang Chaling, but the consequences of doing so would be very serious.

The descendants of the Wang family are very terrifying. They are at least stronger than the two second-generation souls. Such people will not be too bad to die and turn into dead souls. Moreover, Wang Chaling was also left with a mark by a mountain ghost (who bears the ghost).

Three terrifying souls and the mountain ghosts who might have been attracted to make trouble in their own ghost temples, Monk Dizang felt that he would never succeed in his life. Compared with his life, what is the humiliation of a slight concession?

Not all the supernatural circles are fighting and killing, and human relationships are also very important. You will get it back when you are free.

Furthermore, if you get the things, it is not certain whether it is a disaster or a blessing.

"I got the things and I immediately left the ghost temple." Wang Chaling's tone was very sincere.

The old monk must have had a plan, there is no doubt about this, but Wang Chaling was too lazy to care about so much, and he was not strong enough, so it would be useless to think about it.

When he gained strength in the future, whether it was this ghost temple or this old monk who didn’t know whether it was a human or a ghost, Wang Chaling had the opportunity to clean up slowly.

"As old man of this age, there is really no need to stay in the world to suffer and suffer. I, Wang Chaling, have a good heart and will help you get rid of your ability in the future." Such thoughts flashed and Wang Chaling still had a sincere smile on his face.

When Monk Dizang saw Wang Chaling agree, he didn't say much. He swiped his arm in front of him, and a dark world emerged in front of two people and one ghost.

It was a small hill.

There were no plants on the hill, only a few incomplete corpses wandering from time to time, as if guarding something.

At the top of the hill is a pond and a gazebo.

Monk Dizang reached out to the illusory pond. In an instant, the illusion turned into reality. Wang Chaling could even hear the sound of his palms as water, and the sound of something swimming in the pond.

After a moment.

A "ruby" about the size of a pea was fished out of the water by Monk Dizang and handed it to Wang Chaling: "I would like to ask the donor of the king to keep his promise."

After taking the "ruby", Wang Chaling checked it in front of Monk Dizang without hesitation. Anyway, things have developed to this point, so there is no need to save face on such trivial matters.

The key was taken out from the watch compartment, and the rusty key was placed on the "ruby". The next moment, the gem turned into a pool of unpleasant and dirty blood, covering the surface of the key.

One minute later.

All the dirty and smelly blood disappeared, and a brand new key appeared in its original position. Wang Chaling picked it up casually: "It's the real thing, arrange it and send me out."

A few seconds later, looking at the movementless monk Dizang, Wang Chaling continued: "Everything in the Ghost Temple has returned to normal. It's night now. If I go out by myself, I may not be sure to make some noise."

The corner of Monk Dizang's mouth twitched, his eyes were filled with a clear helplessness. He turned his body and an illusory road appeared beside him: "Walk out from here, you can go directly to the main entrance of the temple."

It just wants to let this trouble go away now.

Bang ~!

Wang Chaling looked at the door that was closed by the red ring and couldn't help but shake his head. Just look at this "passion", he became even more determined that he would go back to the ghost temple if he had the chance in the future to help the old monk "free him".
Chapter completed!