Spirit Realm Walker

With these words, the sense of oppression that enveloped the front hall dissipated. Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief. The sense of crisis of being stared at by a hungry wolf was gone.

The woman at the front desk squinted her eyes, scrutinizing the young men and women across the table, and then glanced outside the hotel without any trace.

"I understand, the two guests will wait a moment."

She retracted her gaze, leaving these words in a cold tone, and walked into the depths of the hotel, the "click" of high heels getting farther and farther away.

Lingxi exhaled a sigh of relief, her face turned pale, and she whispered:

"Brother Yuanshi, I, I suddenly remembered something"

Zhang Yuanqing looked at her sideways.

Xie Lingxi expressed his speculation: "We have not found information about 'Master Wuhen'. Is there a possibility that it is not that he is unknown, but that our authority is too low?"

With a front desk possessing such terrifying pressure, one can only imagine what level that Master Wuhen is.

Zhang Yuanqing nodded solemnly:

"I also thought about it, so I was planning to escape just now, and I was very confident in escaping."

"Ah?" Xie Lingxi was startled and opened her eyes wide: "My legs were completely weak just now. I had no idea of ​​running away. I just wanted to hide my head in your armpit."

That's why I have the confidence to escape. I just need to run faster than my teammates. Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart. He spread his arms, clamped Xie Lingxi's head in his armpit, and asked:

"Does this give you a sense of security?"

"Brother Yuanshi, let me go. Let me go quickly. It's so embarrassing." Xie Lingxi struggled hard.

She pulled her head out of Zhang Yuanqing's armpit, adjusted the crooked headset, and lowered her voice:

"Brother Yuanshi, my earphones are props. They can monitor all movements within a radius of 500 meters."

She listened intently and whispered:

"The woman got into the elevator. The elevator stopped on the fourth floor. She opened the second door on the left side of the elevator and disappeared?!"

Xie Lingxi raised her face and said in shock: "She disappeared."

Disappear? Is that room isolated from prying eyes from the outside world? Zhang Yuanqing patted the little girl's shoulder and told her to calm down.

The two waited silently. During the process, Xie Lingxi frequently looked outside the hotel to confirm that the bodyguards brought by the family were paying attention to her, and she felt a little safer.

About ten minutes later, she whispered to the side of her head: "She's out."

A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing heard the "ding" of the elevator, and the car returned to the first floor. Then the click of high heels sounded. The beautiful aunt returned to the front hall, looked at them, and said:

"Come with me!"

She glanced coldly at the young people with solemn expressions, and said, "If you are afraid, you can go home."

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said: "Sister has a kind face and a kind heart. She is a good person at first sight. We are not afraid."

Xie Lingxi said weakly: "Auntie, we are just here to bring a message, there is no harm."

The woman's expression softened, she nodded slightly, and took them in the elevator to the fourth floor.

She stood in the corridor, looked at the second room on the left side of the elevator, and said:

"go in."

Zhang Yuanqing saw the house number: 404!

Good name. He twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled Xie Lingxi to the door, and turned the door handle.

"Crack!"

The moment the slight sound of the lock tongue bounced, it seemed as if a quiet and powerful force enveloped him, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly.

The carpets in the corridor turned into simple celadon, the whitewashed walls turned into a structure mixed with bricks and wood, and the incandescent lights turned into fluorescent candlelight.

Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi looked around in astonishment. They were in the main hall of a temple. The seven or eight-meter-high dome was a caisson with embossed patterns and paintings of gods and Buddhas all over the sky.

Under the caisson is a five-meter-high golden Buddha. He holds flowers in his hands and lowers his eyebrows. His expression is compassionate, majestic, and cold.

Eighteen thick candles were lit on the tribute table, and the candlelight was bright.

There is a futon under the big Buddha, on which sits a monk in green clothes. He is tall. Just sitting cross-legged, he is as tall as Xie Lingxi.

Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi looked at each other quietly, with fear and solemnity in their eyes. One moment they were in the hotel corridor, and the next moment they were in a strange temple.

If it weren't for the dungeon notification sound in their ears, both of them would have suspected that they had entered the spiritual realm to do a mission again.

This Wuhen Master is more terrifying than I thought. What kind of level of spiritual realm practitioner does this have to have such means? Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, looked at the back of the cyan clothes, and said in a respectful tone:

"But Master Wuhen?"

"Night Traveling God and musicians, are you members of the official organization?"

A low, hoarse voice came, with a strange tone, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

"yes!"

Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to hide it.

There was silence in the hall for more than ten seconds, and the low and hoarse voice echoed again:

"What did my father say before he died?"

Zhang Yuanqing's voice was unconsciously low, "He asked me to tell the master: I'm sorry, I still don't know whether it was me or the world that was wrong."

When he said this, he once again recalled the eyes of his father before his death, which were filled with hatred and sorrow.

There was once a long silence in the palace, so silent that Zhang Yunqing and Xie Lingxi were flustered.

Finally, Master Wuhen sighed:

"I see."

Xie Lingxi hesitated, plucked up the courage, and asked in a low voice:

"Master, he saved my life. He is not an evil person. Why did he become an evil person?"

The monk in blue clothes slowly said:

"He used to have a daughter who was very smart and well-behaved. Her academic performance has been very good since she was a child. When she went to college, she gradually changed and began to pursue material things and blindly compare with her classmates. In order to support her daughter, she felt ashamed to be a father and worked day and night to make money. , but became increasingly unable to meet his daughter’s needs, until one day he discovered that his daughter had borrowed a lot of money online and was photographed in indecent photos.

"He was unable to repay those debts, and he felt that his daughter was an embarrassment and a disgrace to the family. The father and daughter had a big fight. He threatened to sever the relationship between father and daughter. As a father, he believed that all this was his daughter's fault. She became Worshiping money has become selfish and unrecognizable.

"Later, the loan company took control of the girl, forced her to start a flesh-and-blood business, toyed with her unscrupulously, and humiliated her. In desperation, she committed suicide by jumping off the building.

"As a father, he collapsed. He began to feel that he was at fault. If he could give his daughter a comfortable material life and have money to pay off her debt, all this tragedy would not have happened. He regretted the quarrel countless times. If he could have comforted and accompanied his daughter at that time, perhaps nothing would have happened later. It was he who pushed his daughter into the abyss with his own hands.

“After his daughter died, he planned to sue the loan company and the thugs who tortured and forced her to death, but the loan company was very powerful in the local area and he lost the lawsuit.

"He was depressed for a long time and realized that it was not his daughter who was at fault, it was him, it was the world. He believed that people cannot change the environment, and people are affected by the environment. When this society screams material things in your ears all day long, If you scream about money, you will definitely be influenced and become money-worshiping and materialistic. No one is exempt.

"Her daughter has not yet entered society and does not understand the sinister nature of people's hearts. She was induced to consume and borrow money, and finally embarked on this path of no return. The world is terrible, and he decided to personally avenge his daughter.

"He broke into the loan company, killed the villain who had bullied her and forced her to death, and then fled the scene. It was that killing that allowed him to obtain the character card and become the bewitched demon."

"As a father, he is an extreme person, but he is not a bloodthirsty villain. However, once he becomes an evil profession, there is no turning back for life. He goes further and further on this road of no return, and his level is getting higher and higher, but he is getting worse and worse. The more painful it is.

"Until one day, he met me, and he followed me to practice, hoping to resolve the hostility in his heart and get redemption. But he was too extreme. He didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but he was stubborn and unwilling to reconcile with the world.

"Maybe death is the best destination for him."

No wonder he wanted to save Xie Lingxi. His daughter was about the same age as this girl. He regretted countless times that he didn't help his daughter. Then he jumped and saved not Xie Lingxi, but the daughter who committed suicide by jumping off the building. Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Little Green Tea, Xie Lingxi was speechless, with red eyes.

He sighed silently and said:

"Master, I think he has been redeemed."

Master Wuhen, who had his back to the two of them, was noncommittal and waved gently. Two gleams of light came out of his sleeves and landed at the feet of Xie Lingxi and Zhang Yuanqing.

The two of them looked closely and saw two pieces of jade as black as ink, half the size of a palm. There was a black shimmer inside, changing into various shapes, like a dream.

After just watching for a few seconds, Xie Lingxi and Zhang Yuanqing felt that their eyes were turning black and they were dizzy.

"Thank you for bringing back his last words. It's called the 'Tongmeng Jade Talisman'. If you crush it, you can contact me. If you are in danger, I will help you once. It is limited to the real world and is invalid for use in the spiritual realm." Wuhen The master said calmly:

"leave."

The Buddha statues and candlelight became distorted and shattered. Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi returned to the hotel. They were standing in front of the open door. The room was a standard single room.

Two pieces of black jade lay at their feet.