Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

In Fushouyuan, Luo Yi held a red hundred-yuan bill in his hand, lost in thought.

"Call me at this time, old man Luo probably won't be able to..."

Although the number of times they get along is not much, Luo Yi still understands each other's temperament better.

"No, I have to go. The endless cemetery is connected to several real worlds. Once something goes wrong, the consequences will be more serious than the ghost ship landing."

"What's wrong with you, Luo Yi?"

Ye Zhen looked at Luo Yi who was in deep thought, and couldn't help but get a little angry, "This guy actually deserted me when I was pretending to be aggressive, he really didn't give me Ye's face at all, if I couldn't beat him, I had to beat him hard Just one meal."

"I have something to leave." Luo Yi put away the paper money, which was a pass to enter and exit the endless cemetery.

Ye Zhen stared wide-eyed, "You don't care here, you guys have made such a big commotion, now the land of supernatural beings has overlapped with Fushou Garden."

Luo Yi glanced at it. After the mission of sending the letter was completed, the invasion of ghosts had stopped, but the cemetery that descended before was still there. Judging from the burial mounds everywhere, there would not be a small number of evil spirits inside.

"The invasion of ghosts is irreversible, at least for the time being. Let's isolate it first, use the ghost domain to modify the terrain, and surround this place." Luo Yi finished speaking and was about to do it.

"Wait," Ye Zhen yelled suddenly, "This is Dahai City, and I should be the one who takes action, otherwise outsiders will think that I, Ye Zhen, can't even deal with a mere cemetery."

Ye Zhen stepped forward, his head raised slightly, and his expression was serious, "I, Ye, have infinite power, and I will suppress all enemies in the world!"

Ah Wu on the side took out a camera, endured the shame and "clicked" and took two pictures.

Ye Zhen turned his head to look at the photo, laughed a few times, "Not bad, it smells like that!"

"It's hopeless!" Luo Yi shook his head, Hua Hong disappeared.

Endless Graveyard.

The sky was dark and groggy, looking around, everything within sight was stained with a layer of dismal gray.

The air was damp and cold, mixed with the stench of corpses, blood, incense candles, rot and mold in the cemetery...

As long as you smell this smell once, you will never forget it.

Paper money all over the place was blown up by the wind, flying in the low sky, the surrounding was silent, dull and depressing, as if they had come to Silent Hill, making people dare not relax at all.

When you step up and down, you can feel the softness of the soil.

From the unnamed tombs on the outermost layer, to the old tombstones inside, to the huge tomb with raw rice and burning incense.

Luo Yi is familiar with driving, walking through the tombs, without sadness or joy on his face, as if walking on the streets of Yuzhou City, rather than this weird place.

Ten minutes later, the dilapidated log cabin was in sight.

The small wooden house covers an area of ​​only twenty or thirty square meters, with only one floor, and the bottom is suspended in the air, leaving about ten centimeters of space. A door with a slight musty smell is ajar, and a baby's arm is tied on the wooden wall. There are thick and thin coffin nails, and a small shovel covered in loess is placed under the oiled paper window, but there is nothing else.

"It's not the one in my hand, how many coffin nails are there?"

At first, he thought that the coffin nail in Mrs. Liu's hand was the one on Luo Qian's gate, but when he got here, Luo Yi realized that he was wrong.

Suppressing the curiosity in his heart, Luo Yi stepped forward and gently knocked on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom." Three muffled sounds, and then a hoarse and vicissitudes voice came from inside the door, "Come in."

Pushing the door open and entering, Luo Yi's heart sank at the first glance, "Luo Qian's condition is even worse."

I saw a dim kerosene lamp burning in the room, and behind the old four-corner wooden table sat a haggard old man. He was wearing a faded gown of the Republic of China, his hair was thin and gray, and there were black spots crawling on his face. The folds are piled up, revealing the vicissitudes of time, the eyelids are drooping, and the pupils are a little dim, and only when Luo Yi enters, they lift up slightly, revealing a little casual expression.

As soon as he sat down, Luo Yi found that Luo Qian's sitting posture was almost exactly the same as the last time he saw him, as if he had never moved his position.

"Old man Luo, you won't just sit here since you left last time." Luo Yi's tone was pretending to be relaxed.

"You don't have that much face to keep me waiting for you." Luo Qian's lips twitched, and his voice was a little weak.

"Do you know why I called you here this time?" Luo Qian leaned forward a little, as if he wanted to sit up straighter, but there were a few inaudible sounds from his hunched spine. Overwhelmed, has reached the performance of exhaustion.

Luo Yi felt a little emotional in his heart. He didn't expect that the powerhouse who ruled the world in this era would have such an old-fashioned side. He stretched out his hand and consciously picked up the teapot on the table. If the thread fell into the cup, gently pushed it to Luo Qian.

"Hehe", Luo Qian chuckled, the voice was muddy and deep, combined with his stiff and numb face, it was a bit creepy.

Luo Yi poured himself a cup, and said, "Is it because of the Fushouyuan incident?"

"Well," Luo Qian sipped his tea, his tone unhurried, "With Luo Wensong's death, the Ghost Post Office has gotten out of control, you have to be careful as a messenger, not every time someone will clean up the mess for you."

Because Luo Yi had already expected it in his heart, Luo Yi didn't show much surprise. He continued, "What does that letter represent?"

"An introduction is like the paper money I gave you. Its function is to connect the reality and the supernatural, and it can break the old balance. The difference is that the paper money is controlled by me, so I can grasp the degree of destruction in advance. No one controls the ghost post office. How far it will go depends entirely on luck."

Luo Qian's words also solved a puzzle for Luo Yi, and he continued to ask: "Does Mr. Luo know the cause of Luo Wensong's death?"

"I know", Luo Qian seemed to have known that Luo Yi would ask such a question, "You still want to know why we don't interfere, right?"

"Is it because of Zhang Dong?" Luo Yi guessed.

"Heh, Zhang Dong is indeed very strong, but if his name can frighten me, it would be too fantastic." Luo Qian said with some pride in his tone, "If I want to, I can directly detonate the entire cemetery, say This world may be exaggerated, but there is at least [-]% certainty in killing his Zhang family and his son."

"You are amazing!" Luo Yi praised, "You must be the only one in the world who dares to say such a thing."

Luo Qian shook his head, "It's just a way of dying together. You don't think that after this endless cemetery gets out of control, I can get out intact."

The expression on Luo Yi's face changed, and he understood.

"The cemetery of success, the cemetery of failure, my whole life, I have been completely bound to this place." Luo Qian sighed, his tone somewhat desolate.

"In fact, many people know about the ghost post office, but no one took action. This is because our group has long had a tacit understanding. Everything is based on the premise of ending the ghost, and what is the most important prerequisite for ending the ghost? do you know?"

Luo Yi frowned and thought for a while, "Life?"

Luo Qian glanced at him appreciatively, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You are very smart, that is life span, a person who is short lived is not qualified to talk about the end of supernatural beings, you said that Luo Wensong can't even save himself, how can he save this broken world ?”

Luo Yi did not agree, "The one who died was Luo Wensong, so no one stood up for him, but if it was Zhang Xianguang who died, I don't think Zhang Dong may be able to sit still."

"That's up to him!" Luo Qian raised his voice two minutes, "Do you know why there is such a saying as Seven Elders of the Republic of China? Why not Eight Elders, not Ten?"

Without waiting for Luo Yi to answer, Luo Qian gave the answer, "That's because after our generation experienced the fighting of foreign enemies and civil strife, only the strongest seven remained."

Following Luo Qian's words, the context of the story gradually became clear.

In the early period of the Republic of China, as it is now, ghosts began to recover, and one by one, lucky or unlucky ghost masters appeared. In order to solve their own lifespan problems, they began to try various ways of controlling ghosts, and finally A mainstream road has been successfully stepped out and recognized by the times, that is: the way of balance.

After the road was clear, the strength of the ghost masters improved by leaps and bounds, and the recovery of the supernatural gradually came under control. In order to get it done once and for all, various powerful ghost masters began to make suggestions based on their own ideas, but thousands of people have different faces, and hundreds of people have a hundred natures. Everyone has different ideas. This is like the contention of a hundred schools of thought during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period. At first, everyone just argued verbally, but later it formed a contest of force.

Ordinary people are like this, not to mention being corrupted by evil spirits, ghost masters who are inherently unstable, coupled with the wars and disputes at that time, the spiritual situation completely collapsed at once, and when everyone came back to their senses , only to find that the ghost masters around him were dying and injured, and the spooky situation that had been contained was quietly getting out of balance, and it was gradually sweeping away.

After that, some of the strongest surviving members of the supernatural circle in China stood up and jointly formulated a rule: it is forbidden for the older generation to attack each other, and it is not allowed to start a supernatural war. Everyone can end supernatural according to their own ideas. The premise is that the first two rules cannot be violated.

"At that time, the few people who made the rules were the Seven Elders of the Republic of China you mentioned."

Luo Qian took a sip of tea and moistened his parched throat, "So when Luo Wensong died, we didn't take action, because the rules were set by ourselves, and we would never allow anyone to renege on their promises and get fat, and secondly, because the few of us They are already at odds with each other, they are natural enemies.”

Luo Yi was speechless, "I'm afraid the latter point is the most important point. No wonder the rest of Qi Lao didn't come to see you, leaving you alone in this ghostly place."

"So you know about Zhang Xianguang, and about my dispute with him?"

Luo Qian nodded, "As long as I think about it, there are few things in this world that can be hidden from me."

Luo Yi has no doubts about this point. Xiong Wenwen has a prophetic ghost, he has a wish ghost and a ghost cabinet, there are skin papers in Yangjian, and Mrs. Liu's ghost can obtain people's name information. There are too many weird ghosts in this world. In this endless cemetery, it is not surprising that there are a few special ones.

"I'm too lazy to care about the affairs of you juniors. It depends on your own means."

"Well," Luo Yi responded, and said freely: "Although they have lived a few years longer than me, they are not older or more respected than anyone else in controlling evil spirits. Although I am much worse than you, but It's still okay to wrestle with the second generation of ghosts like Zhang Xianguang."

"It took more than a year to get to this point. You are indeed outstanding. Even when I was young, I was three points inferior to you." Luo Qian couldn't see that this time Luo Yi had already There is a big difference from the last time, not only in strength, but also in a leap of life level. It is precisely because of this that he made up his mind and made a decision that is very important to him and to the entire spiritual circle. important decision.

"It's a pity that I can't see it in the end, I'm going to die." Luo Qian stretched out his withered palm, there were many spots on it, and the knuckles were already stiff, and it was very insensitive to turn.

Luo Yi fell silent, not knowing what to say for a while, Luo Qian's state was naturally understood by his shrewdness, but he couldn't do anything about it, even if he became a sacrificial god, he couldn't change this ending.

Without it, Luo Qian relies on the endless cemetery. This spiritual body is too big, so big that no one can support it.

"Actually, I planned to leave as early as a few months ago." Luo Qian said calmly, without the fear and fear that ordinary people face when facing death, "but then I saw you, and I wanted to see if you could Walked out of a brand new path, so I used supernatural powers and spent a lot of money to maintain my life for three months. You should be able to see that my body has actually died long ago. Now I am not so much A ghost master, rather a living dead."

"Three months", Luo Yi silently calculated, "Then you still have about half a month."

"No, it's time for today."

"Is it because of Fushouyuan?" Luo Yi pursed his lips, feeling a little heavy in his heart. Since his debut, he has always been the one who wiped other people's asses and cleaned up the mess. Gradually, even he himself thought that he was omnipotent and could handle everything. Things, I feel relaxed in my heart.

"You don't have to feel guilty. For me, there is no difference between a few days earlier and a few days later. I have been here for too long, and I have long wanted to let go of everything and take a good rest. This is not the essence of life for me. An end, but a relief."

"Besides, seeing a brand new road is worth the fare." Luo Qian said openly.

Standing in the supernatural circle for decades, she has experienced all kinds of ups and downs and stormy waves, and there is nothing she can't let go of.

If it weren't for a little obsession, he would have happily passed away long ago and died with this forever.

"After I die, I will be buried in the biggest tomb, and there is no need to engrave a tombstone. I just want to sleep peacefully and peacefully, and I don't want unrelated people to disturb me."

"Okay." Luo Yi nodded solemnly, "I will do it."

"As for the evil spirit in my body, you don't have to worry about it. I'll take care of it. As long as you follow what I taught you, nothing will go wrong."

"I see."

Luo Qian ordered a few words, and then took out a thin booklet from his arms, "This is a record about the cemetery, which I wrote at will in my spare time. You can look through it if you want, and it doesn't matter if you don't want to bear it." , everyone has their own way, I will not force you."

Luo Yi knew what to bear.

"You can think about it. The endless cemetery is a good place, but it is also a big trouble. If I can't take it away, I will never leave it here."

Luo Yi understands Luo Qian's temperament. After the typical me dies, even though he is flooded, he also has the perseverance of the older generation, so he just sits here all his life, preventing the supernatural world from invading reality.

"Don't think about it, I'll take it. This place may be a big trouble for others, but it's a rare good place for me."

Luo Yi reached out and grabbed the booklet on the table without the slightest hesitation.

Luo Qian grinned, this action is easy for normal people, but it is extremely reluctant for him to do it.

But it can be seen from his condensed eyes that he is actually somewhat relieved.

Luo Yi also understood that these older generations kept saying that they would not leave a legacy and let the young people develop on their own, but in fact it was just an excuse that they could not leave a legacy.

Because the younger generation of ghost masters are generally too weak, leaving a legacy will inevitably lead them to follow their path and follow their path.

It doesn't matter if their road is a Roman road, but their road is a dead end. Once left behind, it may help the younger generation in a short time, but in the long run, it will cut them off. vitality.

It is also based on this point that all the old people in the Republic of China are very secretive and silent about the inheritance.

But Luo Yi is different, he has walked out of his own path and become a real evil spirit.

He is qualified to learn Luo Qian's inheritance.

"There is a successor, I never thought I would have a successor before I died, even that old boy Zhang Dong must envy me!"

Luo Qian chuckled a few times, the voice became lower and lower, and finally became completely quiet.

Thick fog rose outside the window, yellow paper was flying all over the sky, and the biting cold wind passed through the tombs, and there were wailing wailings.

After a few breaths, the entire cemetery was darkened, except for an oil lamp flickering.

Amidst the sparks, a new grave was erected, and a new cemetery owner was born. (end of this chapter)