unfortunate black cat

Chapter 208 Cats Always Like to Crook Their Necks

"But."

In a daze, Xu Ming raised his hand and touched his chin thoughtfully.

"If you go through the door on our side, you shouldn't encounter anything from the West. Why did you choose to paint it?"

"Because the weird world is not clear-cut."

Sanqianyuan stood up leisurely and took off the canvas.

"West, East, Cthulhu, Ancient Egypt and other different myths are actually mixed together."

"I've seen angels covered in eyeballs, devils as tall as mountains, indescribable abnormalities, and gods with three heads and six arms, hundreds of eyes and thousands of pupils."

As Sanqianyuan spoke, he casually summoned balls of flames, burning the canvas to ashes.

"As for me, why did I draw the cherubim? That's because I feel that I can kill it."

"So, I'm getting acquainted with it."

"Oh I got it."

Xu Ming patted his head clearly.

"Then what is the difference between the existence above these wraiths and the wraiths? Besides, are they originally human beings?"

"Do not."

Three Thousand Resentments shook his head silently.

"The vast majority of them should be born great. Only a small number of individuals are gradually transformed by human beings through hardships."

"As for the difference between Wraiths and Wraiths."

Sanqianyuan thought for a moment.

After a long time, he opened his mouth to explain.

"To put it in the simplest way, a wraith is a weirdness that can use spiritual power to directly interfere with reality. And above the wraith, it is a weirdness that can use spiritual power to initially create reality."

"Even their bodies are probably created by themselves..."

"Hey, create reality!"

Xu Ming cried out in surprise.

"This kind of ability is too exaggerated, are you really sure that you can hunt them down?"

"Oh, of course."

Sanqianyuan sneered and raised his mouth.

"Only being able to initially create reality means that they cannot create life. In order to condense entities, or because they are born great, they do not have the terrible resentment like wraiths."

"Thus, in essence, although the Wraith Spirits are extremely powerful, and even become a life form in another sense. But they may be more likely to usher in death than the Wraith Spirits."

"Ah, that's it."

Xu Mingmao suddenly raised his head.

Suddenly, the man blinked again blankly.

"Three thousand..."

"Ok?"

"I'm hungry……"

"..."

"What shall we have for lunch?"

"Tsk, you swept the floor, I'll cook."

"Hey, no problem, leave it to me."

……

At the same time, in the Hall of Yama.

Jiang Sheng and Xing Tai had already reached the gate belonging to the fourth hall.

Inside the door, an old monk was giving a lecture.

Surrounded by a crowd of pilgrims and believers.

"what?"

Jiang Sheng, who thought that there were only Taoist priests in the Yan Luo Temple, frowned, and even asked Xing Tai, who was nearby.

"Is this Hall of Yama belonged to the Taoist school or the Buddhist school?"

"what."

Xing Tai, who had traveled here in the early years, seemed to have been prepared for Jiang Sheng's question.

"Yan Luodian has always been a place where Buddhism and Taoism work together."

"what?"

Jiang Sheng pursed his mouth subtly.

"The believers on both sides, don't they know how to fight?"

"How come, people who come here basically just want to make peace of mind, who would fight because of what they believe in?"

After being enlightened by Jiang Sheng, Xing Tai's tone and expression became much more lively, at least not as numb as before.

"The religious atmosphere in our country is not as strong as that in India and Dupu."

"Well, that's right..."

Jiang Sheng, who opened his mind, nodded slightly.

In the next second, it turned its gaze horizontally to the old monk sitting in front of the hall.

Wait, this is also a psychic! ?

What a weird way to hold your breath.

I almost ignored him.

Jiang Sheng looked at the old monk seriously.

Presumably due to the impending breakout.

The current inspiration of the cat demon has also been greatly enhanced.

Even dare it say it.

If Xu Ming appeared again, the identity of a person with hidden psychic abilities appeared in front of it.

It must be able to see through it at a glance.

Although Jiang Sheng didn't know it, Xu Ming's hiding method also came from Sanqianyuan.

So unless the cat demon's spiritual power exceeds three thousand.

Otherwise it wouldn't be able to see through that disguise.

But the old monk right now.

It's weird...

It looked like a dead person, without any breath.

Breathing is much weaker than that of ordinary people.

If it weren't for a sudden inspiration.

I was afraid, so I skipped him.

Jiang Sheng stared at the old monk silently.

It seems to want to understand the skills used by the other party.

As everyone knows, the monk is also paying attention to it at the moment.

Wraith, big ghost, soaring resentment.

As a senior spiritual practitioner.

In the eyes of the old monk.

A rough disguise like Jiang Sheng's was obviously meaningless.

But this undoubtedly did not mean that his heart was not shaken.

After all, in theory, a wraith has the ability to destroy a city.

And the seven big ghosts put together...

I'm afraid no one dares to say for sure.

If Jiang Sheng went crazy unscrupulously, what kind of harm would it cause?

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

While breathing, the old monk felt as if he could hear his own heartbeat.

Even the oral Buddhist scriptures were recited wrongly.

Fortunately, none of the passengers present could hear it.

Who the hell is that?

The old monk thought about it, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the white-haired boy standing not far away.

Beside him was a walking corpse.

There are seven big ghosts in the body.

Black mud surged outside Yintang.

Ghosts wailed and howled in the sky.

There are six hands on the waist and seven heads on the back.

On the top, evil spirits are piled up into mountains.

The sea of ​​blood is as deep as a ditch under your feet.

Outlaws!Isn't he afraid of backlash?

Or, is this monster not actually human?
Feeling the indistinct, but in fact, disaster as big as hell enveloping the Buddhist hall.

The old monk's inner robe was already soaked with sweat.

Amitabha, sin sin.

Could it be that today is the catastrophe for my monk family?
No, at least you have to protect the pilgrims.

The old monk at the other end held the Buddhist beads in vain, and made a decision in his heart.

As for Jiang Sheng on the other side, it was after he completely released his inspiration.

He tilted his neck blankly.

Huh?
How do I feel.

Does this place seem to have a layer of "fog"?

(End of this chapter)