Mysterious Recovery: Confused World

Chapter 72 Ksitigarbha
A strange rag doll fell from Zhao Qiang's arms, and the two attracted ghosts gave up attacking Zhao Qiang, but entangled the rag doll.

"My mission is complete, I think I should leave here next, Professor Wang, what are you doing next?" Zhao Qiang said.

"Professor Wang's safety is my responsibility, you can leave." A voice suddenly sounded, Zhao Qiang looked startled, and looked to the corner.

When is there a person standing there?

He glanced at Wang Xiaoming again, and found that his face was as usual. Zhao Qiang knew that this must have been arranged by the other party in advance, a ghost master with a strong ability to hide.

"Since Professor Wang has made arrangements, then I won't say more, you take care of yourself." Zhao Qiang didn't ask any more questions, his body turned into black and white, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The body is a form that exists in human society, but it is not necessary for this kind of alien. As long as there are means, it is normal to abandon a body.

"Professor Wang, I will send you away before the ghost land comes." Li Leping stepped forward and said, he is not bad, but to protect an ordinary person in an S-level supernatural event, he also needs to complete Wang Xiaoming's plan , there are still quite a few problems.

In fact, if Wang Xiaoming hadn't insisted on this, he would not have appeared in this base, but stayed in a safer place with the senior management of the headquarters.

"No, there is a safe house with a high level of defense under the base. I will go there. It is also in the ghost domain. The communication signal will be much better. I must personally watch the next operation." Wang Xiaoming insisted.

Whether it is the ghost painting of the ghost domain or the ghost of the epidemic ghost, the impact on the signal transmission of electronic equipment is not small. If Wang Xiaoming is not inside the ghost domain, many things cannot be directly observed and directed.

Also.

Controlling ghosts with ghosts is Wang Xiaoming's plan after all. Li Jun, Wei Jing, and Zhang Xianguang were also pulled into the chess game by Wang Xiaoming. Part of the responsibility for the out-of-control scene is Wang Xiaoming's.

Taking a city as a bet, with Wang Xiaoming's values, it is naturally impossible to separate himself from the city.

Seeing this, Li Leping didn't stop admonishing him. He just sent him to the safe house and locked the door of the safe house with internal and external cooperation. Then he rushed back to "Li Jun" and "Wei Jing".

The fluorescent light and accumulated ashes almost completely submerged the two of them, and the two people pulled out by Zhao Qiang did not possess any supernatural power.

"First of all, let's get back to normal." Li Leping muttered looking at the two people, but he didn't see any movement, but the ashes and fluorescence on the two bodies on the ground were gradually dissipating and shifting.

The fluorescent light and ashes filling the surrounding space are also forgetting this area.

step~step~step......

The sound of dull footsteps echoed in the dead space, and "clean" places often attract the attention of ghosts, especially if there is a connection.

The cold flames were burning around, and the ghost domain represented by the ashes in the sky had almost no effect on the ghost domain formed by the flames. This space seemed to be turned into a sea of ​​flames.

But there is one exception.

Within ten meters of Li Leping's body, there is no spark, and the surrounding flames ignore, or forget the existence of this area.

A man in the uniform of the headquarters, with a firm face and numb eyes, walked slowly to Li Leping's vicinity. His body was covered with bright fluorescent light, and there were many cracks on the surface of the skin, and flames burst out from inside from time to time.

"Don't rush to do it first, wait a moment, Wei Jing after Li Jun is the most important." Wang Xiaoming's voice came from the communication device.

Wang Xiaoming's words were very cold, and he immediately put aside Li Jun, the bodyguard who had been with him for a long time.

Plague ghosts are not simple, if they act rashly, they are easy to scare the snake.

I heard Wang Xiaoming say this.

Li Leping didn't do anything, just stood there, his supernatural power was special enough to make most ghosts and people ignore him, Li Jun's level of fear of being controlled by plague ghosts was greatly improved, but still not as good as Li Leping.

1 minute, 5 minutes, half an hour...

Several hours passed, but Wei Jing's figure still did not appear, and the sky was filled with fluorescent lights that covered the entire sky with ashes.

As of now, two-thirds of the entire J city is covered by the ghost painting ghost domain, and the remaining third is covered by the plague ghost ghost domain.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was fixed on dozens of computers in the safe house, which were the monitoring screens of various areas.

Special gold materials, satellite signals, WiFi, Bluetooth...all available signal connection methods are used to ensure that the picture can be transmitted until now.

"There is a problem with Zhang Xianguang." There are not many factors that can interfere with this situation, Qin Lao will not make a move, Shen Lin and the others are under Wang Xiaoming's control.

The only variable is the outsider Zhang Xianguang.

The top figures of the previous generation, the descendants of the elders of the Republic of China, have been planning ghost paintings for decades. With the existing information, Wang Xiaoming can only guide such figures, and it is impossible to arrange them however he wants.

"Li Leping, take down Li Jun, cut off the part of the plague ghost and the source of the plague ghost on his body, and then..."

…………

at the same time.

Ghost painting ghost domain.

A middle-aged man held a large knife in his hand, staring at the corpse that had been divided into several sections in front of him.

Zhang Xianguang is very annoyed now, he knows about the plague ghost incident that broke out in J city, and he even knows about the ghost painting used by the headquarters to check and balance the plague ghost.

At the same time, he also knew what kind of attitude the older generation had towards his plan. As a result, the ghost painting was transferred to City J by the headquarters. Yin himself.

After all, the most critical point of the Taoyuan Project is the ghost painting. It can be said that without the ghost painting, his efforts for most of his life are almost in vain.

Fortunately not.

But it didn't end well there either.

This plague ghost, which Zhang Xianguang didn't pay attention to originally, actually took away a lot of ghosts from Gui Hua, not many, but it was also a difficult thing for Zhang Xianguang to accept.

So he relied on the means left in the painting before, quickly locked the position of the plague ghost, and then picked up his ghost sword and found the opponent.

Even if the plague ghost had a tendency to "escape" before, Zhang Xianguang used supernatural items to forcibly trap him inside the ghost painting, only letting go the "ghost slave" who could set fire.

This is also the reason why Wang Xiaoming and Li Leping can't wait for the plague ghost.

"Relying on ghost slaves to achieve the purpose of restarting, a ghost slave can restart once, and you will be hacked more than 50 times." Zhang Xianguang stared coldly at the corpses that lost their spirits not far away, and the messy corpses scattered in this space. All kinds of "corpses" disappeared into the darkness.

next moment.

A flash of light suddenly appeared, and with it, a flash of knife light.

………………

Whoa~ whoa~
The temple at night was no longer as "bright" as it was at noon, and there was a heavy rain. Raindrops the size of soybeans hit the bluestone ground, and water droplets splashed everywhere.

The rainwater gathered at the top of the hall, and then fell along the eaves towards the ground, forming a water curtain in front of Wang Chaling.

Tick-tick-tick-tick...

Perhaps it was in disrepair for a long time, in the main hall, drops of water fell through some gaps from time to time, soaking a large area of ​​the ground.

The rain came very strangely, and it should not have happened.

There are only two kinds of sky in the ghost temple, day and night, such as rain and wind, which never existed in this temple.

At least that's been the case for the past few decades.

but now………

"The intrusion of outsiders is often easy to break some things, especially some extremely weak balances. The older the place, the easier it is for such problems to occur." Wang Chaling seemed to be convincing himself with such reasons, but he was already vigilant in his heart .

After all, the rain is not very simple.

When the rain just came, Wang Chaling was picking up some things in the third hall, and then rushed back to the second hall in the rain. A ghost that was left there before.

Now the fierce ghost that had been forcibly stimulated and revived from a dead state was lying peacefully under the rain, with strands of dark and ominous breath entangled around its festering body.

Suppress supernatural?

Wang Chaling looked thoughtfully at the gloomy sky outside the temple.

After a while, his brows frowned suddenly, and his eyes turned to a few things on the ground: a futon full of holes, a blood-stained wooden fish and an incense burner.

The futon was extremely damp, as if it had just been taken out of the water, and the truth was quite different.

The futon came from the third hall, and the water leakage in that hall was far worse than the second hall where Wang Chaling is currently in. When Wang Chaling found it, the futon had already looked like it is now.

"It's really troublesome." A look of impatience flashed between Wang Chaling's brows. He hated things that were beyond his "self-ability", especially when he thought it was not a big problem before, but now the ghost temple seems to be facing develop in that direction.

Picking up the dripping futon casually, while ghosts suppressed the rain, a gust of heat radiated from Wang Chaling's hands, and soon there was no trace of water on the entire futon.

Pack everything up, calm down your emotions, it will be night, and Wang Chaling is not planning to go back to the dormitory, that area is also shrouded in heavy rain, and the safety will not be much higher than this place.

Picking a fairly "clean" place, putting the futon away, Wang Chaling sat down cross-legged, and then the incense burner was placed directly in front of Wang Chaling, with a stick of sandalwood stuck in it, which had not yet been lit.

The wooden fish was placed between the incense burner and the futon, and a short stick was placed on top of it. Wang Chaling couldn't find Qianzhi, so he had to use this supernatural item from Guizhuang instead.

This is harmless.

There are only three key points, the futon, the sound of wooden fish, and the burning of sandalwood.

Looking outside the hall, even the gloomy sky just now had at least a glimmer of light, but now it was completely replaced by darkness. The sound of pattering rain echoed, and the rain seemed to have decreased a lot.

"Time is up."

A little spark floats on the sandalwood, and the smoke begins to rise.

Boom~boom~boom

The short stick beat rhythmically on the wooden fish, making a special sound.

Dots of light gradually emerged under the guidance of Wang Chaling, and the darkness that had spread to the entrance of the hall seemed to be inexplicably hindered.

"Not enough, not enough." Wang Chaling closed his eyes tightly, and his movements became faster and faster, but the special charm of the rhythm was not destroyed.

Yin flourishes and Yang declines.

Yang flourishes and Yin declines.

These two words are probably the best description for the short moment between nightfall and dawn.

The horror of one side is constantly rising, while the other side is constantly declining. At a certain moment, a rather delicate balance can always be reached, and the handover is completed after that.

But this involves a wide range, almost affecting the entire ghost temple. Even with the help of the power of the dead, it is impossible for Wang Chaling to control it so finely.

So he chose another path.

Futons and wooden fish are things used by the old monk before his death. There are a lot of supernatural powers left inside, which can be induced by using them in a special way. Sandalwood is used for defense. function.

More and more ghosts emerged under the guidance of Wang Chaling, and the darkness that had reached the entrance of the main hall seemed to recede a bit.

A delicate balance appears to be being struck.

An illusory old man appeared beside Wang Chaling, staring at the huge Bodhisattva statue in the hall with numb and dead eyes.

suddenly.

The bodhisattva opened his eyes wide open like half-closed eyes, exuding a breathtaking radiance. The ferocity of evil was mixed with compassion and solemnity, and a strange balance was achieved.

The space seemed to start to distort.

A road quietly emerged in the main hall. This road extends upwards, and most of it is surrounded by smoke. Only the bottom two steps can be seen clearly.

At the moment when the balance between day and night is achieved, one can reach a certain depth of the ghost temple by prying into the reality with one's own spirituality.

Wang Chaling stood up, took the little bit of sandalwood by the way, followed the dead soul, and set foot on the road.

It is not the same as imagined.

This seemingly rugged road is very easy to walk, and there are no inexplicable supernatural things blocking the way.

All the way forward, the top of the hall could not be an obstacle, Wang Chaling crossed over without any hindrance, and in an instant, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

Not a rainy sky.

It is a boundless world. In the huge world, it seems that there is only one huge spherical object between heaven and earth.

The thing is now black, exuding terrifying darkness, like a terrifying black hole, trying to swallow everything around it.

But Wang Chaling could feel the endless light in the darkness.

"Light and darkness, how can they be so clearly separated? After decades of years, it is not obvious from the outside, but in this most fundamental place, there is a sense of blending." Wang Chaling stepped forward, coming Under a high platform, he jumped up.

The high platform is circular and marked with scales, and 24 numbers divide the area equally.

A monk and a ghost sit on both ends of the circular high platform, and a pointer has just reached the 12 scale where the ghost is, and is advancing at an imperceptible speed.

"Ksitigarbha, are you a human or a ghost?" Wang Chaling stood in an empty space, looked at the oppressed man, and said word by word.

Jizo.

The abbot, the abbot, or the boss of the Ksitigarbha Temple, a monk who takes the name of a Bodhisattva as his dharma name, a ghost master who should have died decades ago, and a ghost master who survived with consciousness.

but now.

Wang Chaling was a little uncertain.

"Amitabha."

Two voices sounded at the same time, a monk and a ghost opened their eyes at the same time, with the same look on their faces.

(End of this chapter)