The Secret Art of Refining the Dead: The Walking Corpse File

Chapter 655
Seeing Wuxu, Huang Lian and the others immediately put me on the ground, and then explained the situation, saying that I was drowning in the water, and when I was fished up, I was talking nonsense like a madman. Wuxu checked me immediately. Fan, frowning suddenly, said: "Evil energy invades the body, and the mind is confused."

Bai He said: "Master, but why does our Shuangjiang Peak have evil spirits?"

Wuxu closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, his face changed, and he murmured: "Could it be...forbidden place."

Bai He opened his eyes wide: "Forbidden area... But the younger brother has been with us all the time, he has never been to the forbidden area." I was still tied up and sat on the side, watching several people discussing, the worried expression obviously did not look like Fake it.

It's all so real, it really makes me a little confused.

"What the hell are you talking about... Let go of me, don't worry about any demons and ghosts, if you have the ability to show yourself, don't use these tricks to confuse people." In the confusion, I tried to say something to calm myself down, in fact I know it's useless to say these provocative words.Ghosts don't act impulsively and fight alone, they only use the most effective means.

I yelled and attracted everyone's attention, and at this moment, Wuxu said to me: "You are my apprentice I accepted 24 years ago. You grew up here since you were a child. These are all your seniors. You The evil energy of the forbidden place entered the body, and the mind was confused. There must be a lot of memories in the mind that did not belong to you. These memories, many things were fabricated under the confusion of the mind. Don't believe it. From now on, recite the awakening mantra every day , can slowly recover.”

Memory that doesn't belong to me?
I was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but sneered, and said: "Make up a lie, and make up a decent one."

Wuxu heard the words, sighed, and said to Huang Lian and others: "He has been deluded too deeply, and now he can't listen to anything. You guys take care of him, sleep in the same room, and chant sutras for him every morning and evening to refresh his mind." .”

"Yes." Huang Lian and others bowed and replied, they stopped communicating with me, and carried me down the mountain all the way to the bamboo house I was familiar with.A group of people threw me into the room. This room is both familiar and unfamiliar to me. The furnishings are still in memory, but there are few modern personal items that belong to me, such as mobile phones and other items. There are more gadgets. For example, there is a row of musical instruments hanging on the left side of the wall, such as Sheng, Xiao, Di, Yu, and Allegro.

Among Taoist sects, there are scientific ceremonies and sacrifices, all of which need to use ritual music, so Taoist priests have to learn some musical instruments. After I got started, Huang Lian asked me to pick one to learn, but helpless, I don’t have a little musical talent , So far, I can only blow Doremi, shriek and Laxi, and shake the fat of Coptis qi.

At this moment, Baihe followed my gaze and said, "Junior Brother, you won't even forget this, right? This is what you are best at." When she said this, for some reason, a sudden A memory that was both familiar and unfamiliar flashed across.

In my memory, in a scientific ceremony, Huang Lian's fat fingers were playing the piano and singing, and I was playing the flute beside me. At this moment, the score even appeared in my mind.

Fuck...how could this be?
If before, I felt that I was hallucinating, or being blinded by ghosts, then now, I even wonder if I am insane.

Seeing that I didn't answer, Bai He looked at me worriedly and said, "No rush, take your time."

Several people untied me, but they didn't let me go out. Everyone here is a practitioner, and I am best at lightness kung fu, so I was trapped for a while.

Everyone's lunch classes were also canceled that day, and just after sunset, the heavens and the earth surrounded me and chanted sutras.More than a dozen people chanted the scriptures together, and the calm and distant tone was like a trickle of water. At this moment, I felt that my whole body had settled down.

When I woke up, I realized that I had fallen asleep at some point, and I was lying on the bed, while Huang Lian and the others respected Wuxu's words and lay on the floor in the room.This time happened to be the morning class time, Huang Lian and the others got up early, tidied up, and then chanted sutras around me again.

So and so, I tried my best to escape, but everyone was Lian Jiazi, and they looked at me too closely, so there was no chance at all. In a flash of time, five days passed.

These five days are real, I can feel the flow of time every minute, I will be hungry, thirsty, tired, sleepy, and excreted, everything is alive and clear, And what happened in the forbidden area seemed to have happened a long time ago.

I was even confused, and sometimes I would suddenly feel, maybe, I was really just fascinated by evil spirits, I am not some Su Tiangu who was borrowed by the fox fairy, but Wuxu's closed disciple.

But this idea, most of the time, just flashes by, because those are not just memories, but the imprints left by my 27 years of life, time and experience. It is so obvious, how can it be fake?
However, as time went on, I was completely at a loss.

As I chant scriptures every morning and evening, from time to time, some familiar and unfamiliar memories will flash in my mind.

In my mind, I remembered that when I was a child, I wore a Taoist robe, sneaked to the outer door, stole the sesame oil money, and went down the mountain to buy two packs of spicy sticks;

I remembered that after I was eight years old, I started to have morning classes with the brothers of Qiankun and Daoist, and weeded out insects and watered the vegetable fields;
I remembered the scene of practicing calligraphy and reading with a brush every day when I was enlightened.

Yes... I have an unruly and unruly personality, and I often do nonsense. I also like cursive handwriting the most, and I am the best cursive handwriting among the group of people.

Countless familiar memories poured into my brain day by day, and those memories, as if I had experienced them personally, were quite real.I have been trapped on Frost's Fall Peak for a month, and after a month, everyone no longer guards me, but I have no intention of running away anymore.

Because I don't know who I am.

If I have to describe it, I seem to have experienced two lives now, and each life is very real.

No.

From another perspective, my current life is the most real, because there is another memory in my memory.

Su Tiangu has an unrestrained personality and is unrestrained. Two months ago, when he was wandering in the mountains, he remembered the restricted area of ​​the teacher's gate. Out of curiosity, he secretly wandered around the restricted area.Suddenly, a gray mist appeared in the forbidden area.

In the mist, a person exactly like him slowly appeared.

The man smiled evilly and threw himself into his body.

Su Tiangu ran away in a hurry, but he didn't dare to tell the story. For the next few days, he would dream every night. In the dream, he became another Su Tiangu, who grew up in an orphanage and entered the society. , cautious, mediocre...

In the end, he was in a trance. While swimming in the afternoon, his legs cramped and he sank into the water. He lost consciousness with a splitting headache until he was rescued from the water by a white crane.

According to this memory... my previous memories, as Wuxu said, are illusory memories produced after the evil energy entered the body.

I just don't know what to do, which memory is real?Which memory is false?

A month ago, I could still insist that I was blinded by ghosts; but today, a month later, I am not sure about anything.

There is a voice in my heart telling me that everything now is real.

What kind of orphanage, what kind of Tan Xuan office, these don't exist at all.

Those people I know, those real people, are actually just the imaginations produced by my evil spirits and confusion?
I started to do morning and evening classes with Huang Lian and others, and I was more conscious and stable than I remembered during the three months, because I seemed to have gotten used to this kind of day, without any discomfort, and even felt refreshed. People are like newborns.

But whenever I think of those people in the memory on the other end, those familiar faces, everything that I am very familiar with in front of my eyes will become far away in an instant.

Thinking about it, I slapped myself hard a few times, as if I could wake myself up and judge more clearly what was true and what was false.However, until his face was swollen, everything in front of him didn't change. On the contrary, he couldn't eat dinner because of the pain.

After another three days, I decided to go down the mountain.

I'm going to make sure of something.

Wuxu and the others did not stop me, and asked me to go to the outer gate to collect the funds, and I went down the mountain by myself. When we were parting, Huang Lian and the others said that they asked me to bring more delicious and fun things back. I agreed to come down and waved He waved his hand, left Sanzi Temple, and directly bought a ticket to Shenzhen.

(End of this chapter)