After being sick and scum, welcome to the Shura field

Chapter 57
After entering the temple, the zhang-high maroon door behind him closed with a bang.

These fledgling disciples were startled.

"Why are you in a daze, look inside!"

Elder Jiuli stepped forward quickly, and with a flick of his sleeves, the barrier like transparent water patterns eroded and melted away. Between halls, corridors, pavilions, and the interior of the empty Taoist temple, there is a kind of gray and dull atmosphere that has been in disrepair for a long time. Dark tones, but behind the door "opens" a dazzling hole with rippling light waves, which seems to be another connected world.

"enter!"

Seeing that they were still in a daze, Elder Jiuli stepped in first.

The other disciples didn't hesitate anymore, and followed in together, and were instantly engulfed by the strong light.

Ziying intentionally took care of the ghost baby along the way. She was smart and knew that he was very defensive and would not approach him wantonly. Instead, she pointed out the direction and location for him at a distance not too far away when he needed someone the most. , be careful and pay attention.

Not to be outdone by others, Guiying followed the team closely with Ziying's help, and got in one step at a time.

Tanya's eyes narrowed slightly, Bibo Miaomiao glanced at Gu Junshi, and after some thought, also entered.

Fang Rui saw that everyone had almost left, but the couple still stood still and did not wait any longer, and followed Senior Brother Tan Ya.

Floating light and phosphorous, floating lightly in the air, like green and blue lights floating in the air, people on the outside of the Taoist temple walk to clear the air, and in the center of the earth under the abyss, this building is like breaking through a barrier. Taoism has become too unpredictable and treacherous.

Feeling inexplicably uneasy in his heart, Liujiang Fusheng held Gu Junshi's hand tightly, keeping her close to his side.

"Let's go."

When entering the light hole to pass the shuttle, Gu Junshi looked at his handsome back and asked in a chatty tone.

"Husband."

He responded quickly: "what's the matter?"

Her eyelashes were half closed, and she asked softly, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Liu Jiang Fusheng turned his head suddenly, he stared at her raised face in a daze, his face paled visibly.

Is he afraid of ghosts?
The answer is vaguely - afraid.

Because he had experienced death, he was once afraid of the darkness where no sound echoed.

Once the eyes are closed, that kind of "blackness" that is closed in the prison can drive him crazy.

It took him a long time to get used to this fear.

Correct.

Not fearless.

Rather adapt.

Similarly, ghosts representing death also made him uncomfortable.

He once read Gu Junshi's "Records of the World" on the bookshelf out of curiosity, and the scene of a hundred ghosts walking in the night depicted in it made him have nightmares for several days in a row.

All the impressions of ghosts also come from this.

Although he knew that he was no longer a mortal, but he had only been a monk for three years, how could he completely erase the more than ten years of being a human being.

"You are afraid."

Gu Junshi knew it clearly in his eyes, and said a sentence without any ups and downs in his tone.

Liu Jiang Fusheng immediately retorted falsely: "I'm not afraid."

But Master Gu has already seen through him.

She clasped his hand tightly behind her back, walked a few steps in front of him, and rolled her eyes: "After you go in for a while, just close your eyes, and I will take you through this section of the road."

What do you mean?
Before he understood the meaning of her words, she had already pulled him in firmly.

The light shot into his eyes intensively, making everything in front of his eyes blurred and he couldn't see clearly. He could only feel himself being pulled by someone, and he followed her steps, walking forward step by step.

Obviously he couldn't hear anything, but he seemed to hear her strong and powerful footsteps leading his direction.

After a while, the strong light gradually disappeared, Liu Jiang Fusheng moved under his eyelids, and suddenly heard a high-pitched scream.

"Wow--"

"What is this—oh, don't come here—"

"Elder, help—"

Elder Jiuli said angrily, "Shouting the soul, don't act like you're worthless, just hurry over here."

Liu Jiang Fusheng was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but a warm and cool hand closed them gently, and he seemed to vaguely see through the narrow gaps between his fingers. A picture of hell.

The body froze.

"Husband, close your eyes."

Beside his ear were his beloved wife's whispered instructions.

He pursed his pink lips, slightly stiff but also relieved, and closed them obediently.

Gu Junshi withdrew his hand and looked at him silently.

He may have become stronger, but before he regained his memory, in essence, he was still the little girl she married back then.

His reliance on her came from all the emotional sustenance after amnesia. Gu Junshi didn't understand it at the time, and even she doesn't understand it now.

However, she has learned to pity him a little bit.

As soon as he turned his head, the scene in front of him was indeed worthy of the level of horror of the sentence "scared to pee".

There are only walls and walls, palaces in ruins, and the dome is cloudy and foggy, and there are mournful sounds.

"woooo~"

It was red like blood, and black like condensed dryness. None of the disciples in front of them were paying attention, and they were involuntarily squeezed into the crowd of "crowds" at this time, struggling to escape.

A hundred ghosts travel at night, and their ghosts linger.

After death, most people are not very good-looking, with broken arms and legs, hideous faces, bulging and shriveled, the greater the monk's ability, the more tragic the death will be.

Coupled with the entanglement of resentment and yin, weirdness is not enough to describe their distortion and current "makeup".

In front of them was a picture scroll of a banquet of hundreds of ghosts and Abi Hell. The number of ghosts had exceeded the quota, and the passages were all occupied. They could only stand side by side against the wall.

Ziying was so frightened that she hid behind the ghost baby, but this time she didn't pretend.

Some ghosts have half of their eyeballs missing, have no nose or mouth, have sensitive facial features, some have their skulls split open, and the white, red, and yellow parts of their brains are stuck together on their hair... This thing can't scare people to death, but it's also disgusting.

Fang Rui couldn't wait for Liu Jiang Fusheng, shrunk her narrow shoulders, and tried her best to get closer to Senior Brother Tanya, and the other disciples finally broke through the encirclement, grabbing Elder Jiuli's clothes and screaming in fright.

The pale ghost chasing after them blew dark air at them, teasingly lifted up their hair and clothes, and laughed strangely.

Fang Rui restrained the trill in her voice and said, "Why are there so many ghosts in the cultivation world? What are these ghosts doing in the spirit world without entering the underworld?"

In fact, Elder Jiuli didn't know the reason for this. If it weren't for the special place here, he would not have known that there are so many ghosts lingering in the spirit world.

He said: "This Taoist temple of saving lives was originally the Taoist temple of Taoist Dusheng. He once established a contract with the underworld to accumulate merit points by surpassing ghosts and dead souls. He has been dead for thousands of years, but this Taoist temple has a wisp of his consciousness. Nourishing and retaining means that the pressure of the spirit becomes stronger once it enters the night, so that people can see ghosts even with the naked eye."

"Then besides the Taoist who saves lives, who else can transcend the souls of the dead?" Ziying asked.

Tan Ya said: "As we all know, the eminent monks of Maha Zen Zhi also have this ability."

"This matter has been reported to the public a long time ago, and it is estimated that people are too light-hearted. It has been a long time, and the deacon Zhang Tuo has not responded." Elder Jiuli sighed.

"Then, will they hurt people?" A disciple asked timidly.

　The little girl naturally needs to be more delicate, especially in front of the boss.

　　PK has three days, chasing after chasing, rushing——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)