The View of Life (2)

After entering, the tall maroon door behind you closed with a bang.

These fledgling disciples were startled.

"Why are you so stunned? Go inside and observe!"

Elder Jiuli walked forward quickly, and with a flick of his sleeves, the transparent water-like barrier eroded and melted away. Between the corridors, the pavilions, and the interior of the Taoist temple that was obviously vacant, it was all a kind of gray and solemn place that had been in disrepair for a long time.

The color is dark, but behind the door, a cave with dazzling light ripples "opens", and the inside seems to be connected to another world.

"enter!"

Elder Jiuli saw that they were stunned and didn't move, so he stepped in first.

The other disciples no longer hesitated and followed in. In an instant, their figures were swallowed up by the bright light.

Ziying deliberately took care of the ghost baby along the way. She was smart and knew that he was very defensive and would not approach him arbitrarily. Instead, she would point out the direction and location for him at a distance that was neither far nor near, when he needed someone the most.

, be careful and pay attention.

Not to be outdone by others, Guiying relied on the help of Ziying along the way to follow the team, and stepped in.

Danya's eyes narrowed slightly, Bibo Miaomiao glanced at Master Gu Jun, and after some thought, she also entered.

Fangrui saw that everyone had almost left, but the couple still stood still where they were. They no longer waited and followed senior brother Danya away.

The floating light and phosphorus fly, floating gently and leisurely in the air, like floating green and blue lamps. People outside the Taoist temple are cool and clear, and in the center of the earth under the abyss, this one is like breaking through a barrier.

Taoist temples have become too unpredictable and treacherous.

Feeling an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness in his heart, Liujiang Fusheng held Gu Junshi's hand tightly, making her never leave his side.

"Let's go."

When entering the light cave, Gu Junshi looked at the handsome figure in front of him and asked in a casual conversational tone.

"Husband."

He deserved it quickly: "What's wrong?"

Her eyelashes were half-closed, and she asked in a meaningful voice, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Liujiang Fusheng suddenly turned around. He stared blankly at her raised face, her face turning visibly white.

Is he afraid of ghosts?

The answer is probably - I'm afraid.

Because he had experienced death, he was once afraid of the darkness without any sound echoing.

As soon as he closes his eyes, the "blackness" of the closed world can drive him crazy.

After a long time, he slowly got used to this fear.

right.

Not fearless.

But adapt.

Likewise, the ghost representing death also made him uncomfortable.

He once read out of curiosity Gu Junshi's "Human Chronicles" on his bookshelf. The scene described in it about a hundred ghosts walking at night gave him nightmares for several days in a row.

The entire impression of ghosts also comes from this.

Although he knew that he was no longer a mortal, he had only been a monk for three years, so how could he completely lose more than ten years of being a human being?

"Are you afraid?"

Gu Junshi's eyes were clear and he spoke without any fluctuation in his tone.

Liujiang Fusheng immediately retorted weakly: "I'm not afraid."

But Master Gu Jun had already seen through him.

She held his hand tightly with her backhand, walked a few steps in front of him, and glanced sideways: "When you go in, just close your eyes and I will take you through this section of the road."

What's the meaning?

Before he could understand the meaning of her words, she had already pulled him in firmly.

The light suddenly shot into his eyes intensively, making everything in front of him blurry and unable to see clearly. He could only feel that he was being pulled by someone, following her steps, walking forward step by step.

Although he couldn't hear anything, he seemed to hear her strong footsteps, clicking, clicking, clicking, leading him in the direction.

After a while, the strong light gradually disappeared, Liu Jiang Fusheng's eyelids moved, and suddenly he heard a high-pitched scream.

"Wow-"

"What is this - ah, don't come over -"

"Elder, help me——"

Elder Jiuli said angrily: "Shout the soul, don't look like you're worthless and just come over quickly."

Liujiang Fusheng was stunned and subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but a warm hand took a step faster and gently closed his eyes. He seemed to vaguely see something through the narrow gaps between his fingers.

A scene from the underworld.

The body stiffened.

"Husband, close your eyes."

In my ears I heard my beloved wife whispering instructions.

He pursed his pink lips, a little stiff and relieved, and closed them obediently.

Master Gu Jun withdrew his hand and looked at him silently.

His abilities may have become stronger, but before he regained his memory, he was still essentially the little sweetheart she married.

His dependence on her came from all his emotional sustenance after losing his memory. Gu Junshi didn't understand it at the time, and even she doesn't understand it now.

However, she has learned to pity him somewhat.

As soon as I turned my head, the scene in front of me was truly terrifying enough to make me pee.

The ruins of the palace are covered with walls and walls, the domes are filled with mist, and there are bursts of mournful sounds.

"Woo~"

Red like blood and black as a result of condensation, none of the disciples in front noticed it. At this time, they were involuntarily squeezed into the "crowd", struggling to escape.

Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and their ghosts never leave.

After death, most people don't look good. They have broken arms and legs, a hideous face, and a bulging and shriveled appearance. The more powerful the monk is, the more tragic his death will be.

Coupled with resentment and yin energy, weirdness is not enough to describe their distortion and current "makeup".

What unfolded in front of them was a scene of a hundred ghosts' night banquet and a picture of Abi Hell. The number of ghosts had exceeded the quota and the passages were all occupied. They could only stand close to the wall.

Ziying was so frightened that she hid behind the ghost baby, but she didn't pretend this time.

Some ghosts have half of their eyeballs missing, no noses or mouths, their facial features are touching, some have their skulls split open, and their hair is stained with gray, red, and yellow... This thing is not scary to death, but it is also disgusting to death.

Fangrui couldn't wait for Liujiang Fusheng, she huddled her narrow shoulders and tried her best to get closer to Senior Brother Danya. Several other disciples finally broke through the encirclement, grabbing Elder Jiuli's clothes and screaming in fear.

The pale ghost chasing after them blew their dirty air at them, playfully lifted their hair and clothes, and laughed arrogantly.

Fangrui suppressed the trembling in her voice and said: "Why are there so many ghosts in the world of cultivation? What are these ghosts doing in the spirit world if they don't enter the underworld?"

Elder Jiuli actually didn't know the reason for this. If it weren't for the special nature of this place, he wouldn't have known that there were such a large number of ghosts lingering in the spiritual world.

He said: "This Dusheng Taoist Temple was originally the Taoist temple of Taoist Dusheng. He once established a contract with the underworld to accumulate merit by transcending the souls of ghosts. He has been dead for a thousand years, but this Taoist temple still has a ray of his spiritual consciousness.

It is nourished and retained, so the spiritual pressure becomes stronger at night, allowing people to see ghosts with their naked eyes."

"Then besides Taoist Taoists who save lives, who else can transcend the souls of the dead?" Zi Ying asked.

Dan Ya said: "As we all know, the eminent monks of Maha Zen Zhi also have this ability."

"This matter has been reported to the police a long time ago. I guess it was ignored. It has been so long and there is no reply from the deacon Zhang Tuo." Elder Jiuli sighed.

"Then, can they hurt people?" A disciple asked fearfully.

Naturally, the little darling must be more squeamish, especially in front of the boss.

There are three days for pk, chase chase chase, rush rush rush——
Chapter completed!