Mysterious Recovery: Confused World

Chapter 73

Wang Chaling felt that his vision was blurred, and the two figures sitting at both ends seemed to overlap at this moment.

The supernatural power rose from an inexplicable place. In an instant, Wang Chaling felt his mind cool down for a while, and when he looked carefully, there was another overlapping figure.

Both the old monk and the ghost stood up, the former looked benevolent and compassionate, like a Buddha descending into the world, while the latter was vicious and fierce, like a hellish ghost descending on the world.

The ghost king did not necessarily produce his own wisdom, maybe it was just someone who instilled his own things into the ghost, so he created "wisdom", Wang Chaling thought so.

"Benefactor, think about it. It's a human and a ghost. Why do you have to distinguish it so clearly?" The two voices came from different sources, but they were strangely consistent.

Wang Chaling smiled suddenly: "Indeed, there is no need to distinguish between humans and ghosts in this world. Let me change the question. Do you prefer humans or ghosts?"

A monk and a ghost clasped their hands together, with their heads lowered, but they didn't answer Wang Chaling's question, whether they didn't want to answer, or couldn't answer.

Monk Ksitigarbha is alive, and it is by no means an easy thing to do. The standpoint of humans and ghosts is difficult to explain clearly.

The instinct of ghosts and the consciousness of human beings are two kinds of existences in serious conflict. The blending of the two is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface.

Wang Chaling didn't ask any further questions, and a chair appeared behind him, forming a stable triangular structure with a monk and a ghost.

"For the ghost sacrifice event, one of the hosts is a ghost master you have trained for a while. I want to know the role you played in it and all the information that person left you."

ghost event.

Wang Chaling's interest in this supernatural event can be traced back to a long time ago.For a long time, he also asked many existences about this matter.

At first, it was the classics of the Wang family and the first generation of the Wang family, then Meng Xiaodong and Qin Lao, and then the human skin paper in Yang Jian's hand.

But he was still not satisfied.

It was like piecing together a piece of the puzzle. The news he got from every channel would be a part of the puzzle, but not necessarily the whole of it, so he was still looking for the rest of the puzzle.

"Sacrificing ghosts?" Monk Dizang murmured, and the next moment, his face suddenly changed, and a black air permeated his face.

Evil, ferocious, ferocious... The weird expressions changed one after another on the face of Monk Jizo, just like a face-changing in a Sichuan opera.

"Sacrificing ghosts...Of course I know. If the king's benefactor is willing to stay in this temple, chant scriptures in the morning and evening, and accompany me to the Buddha, I will know everything the benefactor wants to know, and I will say everything." He said each word one by one, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

But why?
Wang Chaling didn't understand the change in front of him. Was it because the Ksitigarbha monk couldn't hold on because it had been too long at night?Or is it taboo to sacrifice ghosts here?
But it doesn't matter.

This is one of the deepest spaces of the ghost temple, and it is also the initial starting point of the spiritual confrontation, where the true body of a monk and a ghost resides.

But the existence of the body does not mean that the spirit is also there.

Wang Chaling is well aware of the situation in the ghost temple.

Whether it is the ghost king or the Ksitigarbha monk, most of their ghosts are scattered in the ghost temple, using the temple as a chessboard to compete on an unknown level in the endless cycle of day and night.

The ghost tree, the Zhaitang, the back mountain, the stupa, the hut, the three main halls... almost every space is filled with their ghosts.

Unless one party really wants to turn the table directly, disregarding the balance between the two, and fight Wang Chaling to the end, a generation of dead souls will be enough to suppress the main body.

But is it possible?
The stone needle under his feet turned slightly, not forward, but backward, staying at the position of the ghost king, endless light and heat mixed with darkness and coldness, the existence of the two extremes, at this moment a perfect blend was completed.

Inside the ghost temple.

The darkness that almost covered the entire temple gradually faded, and the light enveloped the temple in "hell" again, but it was not like the day, only a few special areas were not enveloped by the light.

Light and dark divide the temple equally.

"That's it?"

The two dead souls of a generation stood in front of Wang Chaling, like two high mountains, blocking all light and darkness, heat and cold.

Monk Ksitigarbha is very capable of suppressing ghosts, but the light shining on the dead souls only triggers a burst of white steam, and under the spirit belonging to the Wang family, the white steam can't even stay away.

The darkness belonging to the ghost king has a strong stimulating effect on ghosts. At the same time, it can directly control the infected ghosts, and wantonly combine the controlled ghosts. With the accumulation of the number and horror of ghosts, this ability will become more terrifying. The darkness is now in full force disturbing a phantom old granny.

"The ability is good, but it's a pity that compared with the curse of the source of the Wang family, it's still not as strong." Wang Chaling felt the inexplicable throbbing and commented.

The two dead souls of the Wang family generation were both top existences in the Republic of China period, and they were just under those few people. The curse that allowed them to turn into dead souls after death while retaining a large part of the horror cannot be solved at will. exist.

The dead soul will be trapped in the ghost apartment, and will also get lost in some places. When facing the starving ghost who devours the coffin nails, they will also be eaten by the opponent, because these do not involve the source curse.

But what the Ghost King is doing now is a vain attempt to directly control a generation of undead souls, and to deprive the Wang family blood of the ability to control undead souls. .

Feeling the trembling of something in his arms, Wang Chaling took it out. It was a black and white photo, and there should have been four figures on it, representing the four dead souls of the Wang family.

But now there are only two more: the soul of the second generation and a little black spot, like a drop of ink dripping on the photo.

To some extent, the photo that was a manifestation of the curse trembled a little in Wang Chaling's hands, and the black spot seemed to be constantly expanding.

"Is it really possible?!" Wang Chaling looked a little surprised. He faced the attack of the ghost king without any resistance. verify.

The supernatural curse rooted in the source of the Wang family's bloodline, the curse seems to be no longer silent when facing the supernatural powers that try to interfere with it from outside. While forcibly suppressing the foreign supernatural beings with its own terror, it is also constantly absorbing foreign supernatural beings. The existence of the forcibly created a new "dead soul".

"The essence of the curse is also supernatural, and the collision of supernatural and supernatural is a very simple matter. The strong get everything, and the weak lose everything. The curse absorbs foreign supernatural and generates dead souls. It seems incomprehensible to put it bluntly, but... "Wang Chaling looked suspiciously at the illusory black figure with only one head beside him: "Why can't the dead souls made of the blood of the Wang family still submit to me?"

"No, no, this dead soul is fundamentally different from other dead souls." Wang Chaling suddenly realized something, and the black shadow beside him rushed towards the old monk who was restrained by his grandfather.

A "dead soul" whose horror level is still below the second generation, even if the Tibetan monk is restrained, even if the spiritual power of the Tibetan monk is incomplete, the "dead soul" can only be suppressed.

But that's normal.

Under Wang Chaling's watchful eyes, the illusory black shadow head was smashed into a cloud of black mist by the light and scorching heat.

At the same time, Wang Chaling also lost the "dead soul", as if it didn't exist from the beginning, the "dead soul" died.

But the real soul of the dead is immortal.

"It's not really transformed into a dead soul, but to construct a phantom with that part of the spirit, so that the spirit can be preserved. As for later..."

Wang Chaling looked at his grandfather, the cloud of black mist was surrounding his body, and the spirit of the Wang family was blending strangely.

"Absorb the rest of the ghosts and enhance the souls of the dead. This is an essential enhancement, rather than using spiritual items to increase combat power." Wang Chaling's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the ghost king who was confronting his grandmother, "Father, Mother, go help grandma, don't fight back."

There are not many ghosts who can directly attack the curse of the Wang family. Except for the ghost king who is right in front of him, big men like Meng Xiaodong, Ghost Bride, Zhang Dong, and Luo Qian may also be able to do so, but the latter is not something Wang Chaling can touch. It's not something that the Wang family's curse can touch. If one is not careful, the curse will have to be suppressed by these existences.

About ten minutes later, Wang Chaling signaled the dead soul to get rid of the shackles of the ghost king, and looked at the Ksitigarbha monk who had regained his clarity: "Master Ksitigarbha, let me say a few words first, you took the initiative to attack me. I was also forced to fight back, so it shouldn't be too much to take something during the counterattack?"

"Amitabha."

"It's natural. All the things taken away by the king's benefactor should be used to make up for the loss of the king's benefactor. In addition, I can also give you one thing as compensation. However, the Japanese temple will close the mountain gate, and it is not suitable to entertain foreigners." Monk Dizang spoke very is direct.

He really couldn't stand Wang Chaling. This person has an evil nature. He has only been in the ghost temple for a few days. Although there are few incidents, everything is not small.

After meeting in the squatter area, Monk Dizang was unwilling to tell Wang Chaling the information about the thing, but this person did not follow the routine.

First, there was the ghost tree in the plantation, and the Earth Treasure had been laid out by Xuanfa for decades. As a result, Wang Chaling entered indiscriminately. With Xuanfa's deliberate cooperation, it caused him a lot of trouble.

Afterwards, I don’t know where the information came from, and entered this space, mentioning that ghost thing made me lose control, and relying on the strange curse of the Wang family to plunder the Ghost King’s many ghosts.

There are still many places in the ghost temple that are not stable. Monk Dizang really doesn't want this person to toss around in the ghost temple and cause a greater impact.

"If it wasn't for the dead souls and the curse..." Monk Dizang's eyes looking towards the ground flashed fiercely. It is not impossible for him to kill Wang Chaling, but the consequences of doing so would be very serious.

The spirit mastered by the descendants of the Wang family is terrifying, at least stronger than the two second-generation ghosts. The souls of such people after death will not be too bad, and Wang Chaling was also imprinted by the mountain ghost (back ghost) .

Three horrifying dead souls and the mountain ghosts that may be attracted are making trouble in his ghost temple. Monk Dizang feels that he may not be able to succeed in his whole life. What.

It's not all about fighting and killing in the supernatural circle, and human sophistication is also very important, just wait until you have free hands and then get them back.

Furthermore, getting things in hand is not necessarily a disaster or a blessing.

"Once I have the item, I will leave the ghost temple immediately." Wang Chaling's tone was very sincere.

The old monk must be calculating, there is no doubt about it, but Wang Chaling is too lazy to care about so much, his strength is not enough, and it is useless to think more.

When he has strength in the future, whether it's this ghost temple or this old monk who doesn't know whether it's a human or a ghost, Wang Chaling will have a chance to take care of it slowly.

"For an old man of this age, there is really no need to stay in the world to suffer and suffer. I, Wang Chaling, have a kind heart, and I will definitely help you out if I have the ability in the future." Such thoughts are fleeting, and Wang Chaling still has sincerity on his face. smile.

Seeing that Wang Chaling agreed, Monk Dizang didn't say much. He flicked his arm in front of him, and a dark world appeared in front of the two and one ghost.

It was a small hill.

There were no plants on the hill, only a few mutilated corpses wandering around from time to time, as if they were guarding something.

At the top of the hill is a pond and a gazebo.

Monk Dizang stretched out his hand towards the illusory pond. In an instant, the illusion turned into reality. Wang Chaling could even hear the sound of his palms like water, and the sound of something swimming in the pond.

After a while.

A "ruby" about the size of a pea was fished out of the water by the monk Ksitigarbha and handed to Wang Chaling: "Please keep the promise of the king's benefactor."

After receiving the "ruby", Wang Chaling inspected it in front of Monk Jizo without hesitation. Anyway, the matter has developed to such a point, and there is no need to save face on such a trivial matter.

The key was taken out from the compartment of the watch, and the rusty key was placed on top of the "ruby". The next moment, the gem turned into a puddle of foul-smelling blood, covering the surface of the key.

1 minute later.

All the foul-smelling blood disappeared, and a brand-new key appeared in its original place. Wang Chaling picked it up casually: "It's the real thing, arrange it, and send me out."

A few seconds later, looking at the motionless monk Ji Zang, Wang Chaling went on to say: "Everything in the ghost temple is back to normal. It's night now. If I go out by myself, I can't guarantee to make some movement."

Monk Dizang's mouth twitched, with obvious helplessness in his eyes, he turned his body, and an illusory road appeared next to him: "Go out from here, you can go directly to the main entrance of the temple."

It just wants to let this trouble go away quickly.

Bang~!

Looking at the door that slammed shut, Wang Chaling couldn't help shaking his head. Just because of this "enthusiasm", he became more determined to go back to the ghost temple when he had the opportunity to help the old monk "get rid of it".

(End of this chapter)