Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 2 So I Was in Seventh Middle School

Luo Yi had a long dream. He found that he had become a ghost, with infinite power, and could change the weather of a city or a place with just one breath.

Incense is lingering, and tributes are endless.

He sits on a high platform, is supported by all people, and enjoys a dignified position.

When I was supposed to be high-spirited, carefree and free, unexpectedly the end of the Dharma came, the immortals and Buddhas were martyred, the gods died, the blood rain continued for a hundred years, the famous mountains and rivers, the heavens and the blessed land, and all kinds of living beings fell into a desperate situation, but in just three hundred years, there was no more immortals. After 3000 years, a monkey man rose up, opening a new era of wisdom.

And this god, who was worshiped by all the people, was not spared the catastrophe, stripped of the god's position, shed the god's body, removed the god's power, and annihilated the god's will.

5000 years later,

On the Sino-Russian border of Shuilanxing, a hunter entered the mountain to cheetah, picked up the jade from the leopard's belly, and stayed there with greed, married wives and had children, and passed it down for five generations.

And Luo Yi is the sixth generation. As a forest ranger, he was finally chased by a leopard with cubs while patrolling the mountains. On the way down, the jade stone rising from his chest pierced through his eyebrows.

Three generations as hunters, three generations as forest rangers, three generations as killers, and three generations as rescuers.

Because the jade stays, branches and leaves are scattered, and because of the jade, the blood is cut off. The 300-year entanglement, I thought it would end here, but I didn't want to die for the last moment. The two merged and came to this new world together. Blue Star is highly similar to the world, a world full of despair and terror.

In the evil world of five turbidities, the hell is empty, the ghosts are revived, and the world is like a prison.

This is the world of "Mysterious Recovery", a paradise for evil spirits, and a hell for humans.

"Hmm~"

Meng Yi's throat squirmed slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she subconsciously raised her hand to block the sun.

The warm sunshine shines through the screen window, pulling a long light from the balcony, spreading it on the sofa, making people too lazy to get up.

"It turns out that all of this is just a dream. Let me just say it. My sister Meng has never done anything wrong in her life, and she is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night."

"Come on, sister Meng, you are the most beautiful!"

Meng Yi clenched her fist and shook it fiercely twice in front of her chest. Suddenly, there was a wave on the ground.

"Oh, aren't you afraid of ghosts knocking on the door?"

"Who!"

"If it's really a ghost knocking on the door, you're probably dead by now!"

Thinking of the old man in a long gown with dead spots on his face, even if Luo Yi became a different kind in a certain sense, he would be shocked.

In the mysteriously revived world, this old man has not ended from Chapter 1 to a thousand chapters. This level of terror is still at the peak of his death and the supernatural being dismantled. During this period, ordinary ghost masters probably didn't even have the courage to face it directly.

"It's you!"

Beside the desk, a young man in black robes was sitting upright. His figure was not outstanding, but his appearance was ordinary. His face was pale and pale. If he closed his eyes, he would look like a corpse that had just been coffined.

Luo Yi turned his head when he heard the sound, and as soon as their eyes met, Meng Yi couldn't help exclaiming, his body backed away unconsciously, his heartbeat rose suddenly, and he was about to pass out again.

"If you dare to faint again, I will throw you downstairs!"

This girl is not very timid, but she sleeps very well. It has been 12 hours since she passed out when they met last night. Luo Yi doesn't want to wait for her for another 12 hours.

Perhaps the intimidation played a role, Meng Yi took a few breaths and then slowly calmed down. Although there was still fear in her eyes, her heart rate slowly dropped.

"Can be in the sun, not a ghost."

Meng Yi comforted herself.

"Sacred God, I didn't do anything bad, don't hurt me, the most I can do is bully and bully children, copy homework, steal some money from my mother, gossip about teachers and classmates behind my back, and engage in puppy love."

"Stop," Luo Yi interrupted Meng Yi impatiently, "I'm not interested in your character or private life."

After a pause, Luo Yi continued, "I ask, you answer."

Meng Yi nodded obediently like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Has there been any big news in Dachang City before?"

"Does the heavy rain count?"

"It doesn't count!"

"The mayor has recently changed. The God of Songs is coming to hold a concert next week. The Deyun Club has a special cross talk show recently. The Sands Shopping Paradise opened a few days ago. The principal and the dean of our school are unclear. Ma Lulu recently Newly talked about a boyfriend, it is said that he is a rich second generation, his family owns a mine, he is old and rich, Liu Qian likes to sleep naked, Chen Jiao"

"To shut up!"

Luo Yi felt a headache, as if there were [-] ducks chattering in his ears.

"Good girl, it's a pity that she has opened her mouth!"

"you!"

Meng Yi snorted coldly and turned her head away.

After a while, after all, she was a girl at heart, and couldn't help asking: "Is my friend okay?"

"They're fine."

After a moment of silence, Meng Yi found that the person in front of him was not malicious. The boulder in his heart fell to the ground, and he was no longer so afraid. He was even amazed at the strangeness and mystery of the other party. He thought of the master cultivator in fantasy novels. He hugged his thighs and made pendants thoughts.

"That, God? Hello? What else do you want to hear?"

"Nowadays people's hands-on ability is basically weak, but their ability to accept is really strong." Looking at Meng Yi who has returned to her nature, Luo Yi smiled wryly in his heart, "That's right, I can accept such bizarre things as me, let alone her. .”

"Tell me, do you know Yang Jian?"

Luo Yi interrupted Meng Yi, and asked her to continue. Among her girlfriends, who was B and who was C, and which one felt good.

"Yes, my classmate, he, a scumbag, skips school and surfs the Internet every day with Zhang Wei and other low-school students, not doing his job properly."

"School waste?"

"It's useless once you learn it!"

"It seems that the door knocker incident hasn't happened yet."

For travelers, familiarity with the plot is the greatest advantage, and the prerequisite for determining the advantage is to determine the timeline.

"Prepare some incense paper candles and tributes, I need sacrifices."

Luo Yi ordered in a cold voice, the real Luo Yi is just a consciousness, which is a memory in terms of the concept of mysteriously reviving the world.

The origin of worshiping the gods is equivalent to the house left by the former owner, and Luo Yi is equivalent to a thief who burglarized. If the owner is away, he enjoys the control of the house.

This body was created by Luo Yi's control of the only remaining original structure of the sacrifice god. After all, people should be used to it, and it is always very uncomfortable to not have a body.

Human consciousness enters the ghost body, which is like a different kind to some extent.

Although he has become a different kind, his real strength may belong to the bottom of the ghost class. It is not an exaggeration to say that this house for worshiping gods is full of holes due to the wind and rain in the end of the Dharma era for thousands of years.

Now he doesn't even have the ability to attack and kill a little bit, let alone the ghost domain and death that only first-class ghost masters have.

The most urgent task is to restore strength.

"Incense wax paper candles? Tribute?" Meng Yi's heart jumped, "Living people don't need tributes, only clay and stone statues in temples need incense paper offerings, so he really isn't."

Thinking of this, Meng Yi suddenly shuddered, the relaxation and boldness just now no longer existed, and the thoughts of "grandfather" and "Gold Finger" were completely wiped out in his heart.

Honestly, he went to buy the items Luo Yi needed, and respectfully lit incense, burned paper candles, and offered sacrifices under the gaze of the other party.

Half an hour later, Luo Yi's expression turned ugly.

The sacrificial method that has been passed down for thousands of years is no longer effective. Relying on the induction in the dark, he wants to become stronger, and the only way to fight against the evil spirits is to absorb the origin of the other party to repair himself.

"I thought it would be able to develop steadily. With the ability to worship gods, as long as there are enough believers, some of my strength will be restored within three to five years. I am rampant in the early and mid-term of the mysterious recovery, but I never thought that the rules of this world are like this. Harsh, if you want to become stronger, you have to find your own puzzle and complement yourself like ordinary ghosts, or break your own limitations by devouring and controlling other ghosts like starving ghosts and ghosts.”

Luo Yi secretly sighed, "Nothing is perfect in this world!"

Before Luo Yi could think any more, a horrible aura came from far and near, accompanied by the stench of rotting soil and the death of creatures.

The wall peeled off, the sofa door panels were moldy and rotten, the fans and TVs and other appliances quickly rusted, the food deteriorated and turned black in the blink of an eye, and a stiff figure emerged from the hazy black mist.

His eyes are hollow and numb, his body is covered with age spots, his body is thin, he wears a long black gown, and he wears holey cloth shoes.

"The knocker, Luo Wensong, why is he here!"

"Meng Yi, where is this place?"

"Seven, Seven High School!"

"Why do you live here?"

"I'm a student in the No. [-] Middle School. Is there anything wrong with living in the No. [-] Middle School?"

(End of this chapter)