The aura of a priest is infinite

Chapter 71

The wind was blowing, and the ghostly air was blowing.

Before Shen Mo opened his eyes, he felt that the surroundings were abnormally cold, which was definitely not a good place.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he had come to the halfway up the unknown hill. Here was a desolate mass grave, scattered with countless unnamed graves, as well as graves dug open by wild beasts, the flesh and blood torn into pieces without an owner .

How could he appear here?Is this the mirror world of ghosts and cannibals?

Shen Mo recalled the movie plot he revisited when he made the talisman, but he didn't have any memory about this mass grave.

Could it be that this ferocious ghost cannibal is not that ferocious ghost cannibal, he was misled by the name?
Just as he was silently contemplating, a gust of wind struck, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves resounded all around.

Under the silent spiritual perception, it was a lonely ghost, putting on airs and exaggerating the terrifying atmosphere.

The purpose, of course, is to intimidate the silence of the living.

Mo Mo frowned slightly, looking at the wild ghost with its teeth and claws, he didn't know what to say in his heart.

This is not an old birthday star who hanged himself because he thinks his life is too long.

A lonely wild ghost is wandering in front of Shen Mo, isn't it courting death?

Scout!

The ring in Shen Mo's hand flashed, and he threw out the detection skills, and before the wild ghost noticed, he got out the information of the wild ghost.

[Wild Ghost: Being robbed and killed by someone, the resentment is hard to dissipate, not reincarnated, turned into a lonely wild ghost]

Shen Mo shook his head, secretly thinking that this wild ghost was also a poor person when he was alive.

Wow!
The wild ghost can't guess Shen Mo's mind, thinking that the atmosphere of terror is brewing, entwined with Yin Qi, showing a ferocious grimace, and rushing towards Shen Mo like a tiger preying on it.

How can silence be used to wild ghosts, is it true that all living beings in the world are his mothers!

Snapped!
The beginning of the silence was a slap in the face with the blessing of a weapon, which slapped the wild ghost hard on the face.

Ow!

With a soul-stirring scream, the wild ghost's whole body was full of grievances, and even the ghost's body was hard to maintain, and it directly collapsed into a cloud of yin and fled into the lonely grave.

If it wasn't for Mo Mo's intention to keep his hand away, this slap would be enough to knock his soul out of him.

"Hmph! What kind of wolf with a big tail are you pretending to be in front of me!"

hiss!
The cries of ghosts all around stopped abruptly. Under the perception of spiritual sense, the lonely and wild ghosts who had been hiding in the tombs, who were about to move around, breathed out one after another. After leaving for a long time, they grimaced in horror.

Starving Ghost: Friend, are you all right?
Wild ghost: Woo~ I get bullied when I'm a human, and I get bullied when I'm a ghost~ Why am I so pitiful!

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Shen Mo left the mass grave, and prepared to go down the mountain along the mountain path.

At this moment, it is late at night, the moisture in the mountains is cautious, and the road is narrow and slippery. I can only walk slowly in the dark under the moonlight. Soon, I went down the mountain in silence, and the road under my feet turned into a road paved with gravel. Go straight on the main road and you will find the fireworks house.

After making up his mind, silently stepped on the gravel road, walked faster, walked about a few hundred meters, and turned a corner through the forest, and a rather dilapidated old house appeared.

According to spiritual perception, this old house is extremely yin, not inferior to the mass graves on the mountainside, but under the silent perception, there is an aura of life far beyond ordinary people under the strong yin.

Looking around at the old house, I didn't find anything like a plaque to indicate its identity.

Mo Mo looked along the gravel road, but still did not find the fireworks house, he hesitated for a moment and knocked on the door of the old house.

when!when!when!
The wooden door rang in the air, echoing in the gloomy old house, but no one responded to the silence for a long time, and the yin energy did not change at all, as if they had negotiated and ignored the existence of silence.

when!when!when!
Shen Mo slammed the wooden door again, this time with a bit more force than before.

According to the spiritual perception, the yin energy still did not move, as if it was imprisoned in the old house by something, and it was difficult to break free.

That raw air finally had a reaction.

Soon, Silence could hear footsteps through the wooden door, as well as sleepy inquiries.

"Who is it, knocking on the door of Yizhuang in the middle of the night, asking for bad luck!"

Yizhuang? !The silence made it clear in an instant, it turned out that this old house was a righteous village, no wonder it was so overcast.

And the person who responded to him must be the corpse guard of Yizhuang. Judging from his blood, he is definitely not very human, but he has some skills.

creak!

The wooden door opened, and Shen Mo finally saw the person who came.

Ok? !

"Huang Qiusheng?!"

"What Huang Qiusheng? My name is Qing Hai. Qing is Qing from Qinghai, and Hai is Hai from Qinghai. You must be mistaken!"

The man who claimed to be Qinghai, with a sexy goatee, wearing a light blue robe, and a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, looked very different, staring at Silence with an unkind expression.

Faced with Qinghai's scolding question, Mo Mo felt at ease, because he was already sure that he came to the mirror world where fierce ghosts cannibalize fetuses.

There are many Huang Qiusheng with a bad complexion, but there is only one Huang Qiusheng with a sexy goatee.

Naturally, it is Qinghai, the Taoist priest among the ghosts and cannibals.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be surprised, you look very similar to a friend I know." Shen Mo explained.

"Fellow Daoist? Are you a Taoist priest? You don't look like one at all!" Qing Hai looked at Shen Mo carefully. His attire did not look like a Taoist priest, but rather a student who had returned from overseas.

"To tell you the truth, I used to be a little Taoist priest on Niutou Mountain. A few years ago, when there was little food on the mountain, I was driven down the mountain by a crappy master. I came here to make a living by myself. just go."

Mo Mo's casual panic, half-truth, half-false, also put his heart into it.

"The little Taoist priest who was driven down the mountain? You don't look like a homeless little Taoist priest!" Qing Hai questioned, with this clean face and delicate hands, people would believe that he was a young master.

"Hey, I learned some skills from my master. Now it's a troubled time, and I can't get rich. It's enough to make a living by myself."

Hearing Shen Mo said that he has some abilities, Qinghai immediately became interested. He is a teacher who worshiped halfway, and he studied Buddhism with Master Longci for a period of time.

It's a pity that in order to suppress the five ghosts, Master Longci hurt his roots, and died of hatred without teaching him much.

Therefore, Qinghai has always had a dream in these years, dreaming of having a good teacher like Master Longci, who can guide him in practice.

If Master Longci hadn't asked Qinghai to stay in Xujia Town and guard the five ghost tombs before his death, in case they were born to harm others, he would have left Xujia Town long ago, visited famous mountains and historic sites, and learned from teachers.

"Oh? Since you said you understand Taoism, come in, show your hands and let me have a look." Qing Hai said, leading Shen Mo into the Yi Zhuang.

The Yizhuang is not big, but it is full of coffins, even the ground is covered with straw mats, and there are corpses lying on it.

Mo Mo couldn't help but sigh, he would rather be a dog in a prosperous world than a person in a troubled world.

These ordinary people who were born in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China died tragically, and there was no one who even buried them in peace for them.

His silent eyes fell on the corpse, and he couldn't help showing curiosity. He pointed to a corpse and asked.

"Why is there a piece of stinky tofu on top of this corpse?"

"Er... this person was raped by a woman first and then killed. She has a lot of grievances. If I give her a piece of stinky tofu, she will stop making trouble!" Qing Hai looked exactly like this.

"..." Silently, he pointed to a corpse and asked.

"What about this one? He likes to smell his feet, so he has a shoe on his face?"

"Well, he died by smoking opium. I don't have opium. This stuff is harmful. I will use my shoes to smoke him. Look, he is fine!"

"..." This explanation is clear and there is really no problem.

However, these methods are all trails!

The silent spiritual sense is opened, and their dead souls are floating on the corpses, some are eating tofu, some are inhaling beriberi, some are playing with paper boats, and some are counting peas...

But the resentment on none of the ghosts dissipated because of this.

The method is a method, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause.

"Didn't your master teach you to save them?" Shen Mo asked.

"Taught me!" Qing Hai repeatedly explained, "A ghost has to recite the Sutra of the Past Life for him seven or eight hundred times a day for seven consecutive days. There are so many here. How can I send them here? Let's do it first!"

Qinghai is also very helpless, more people will come in than send away in his Yizhuang, the world is like this, he has no choice.

"Stop talking so much, shouldn't it be time for you to show off!"

Silently looked at these dead souls, then looked at Qing Hai who was full of anticipation, and slowly raised his hand.

(End of this chapter)