Kowloon coffin

Chapter 67 The Illusion in the Illusion
When the warning disappeared, my consciousness suddenly fell into an endless abyss, and my body fell to the ground.

In the darkness, I heard the screams of countless men and women begging for mercy, very similar to the voices of those wraiths.

Just when I thought those resentful spirits appeared again, my eyes suddenly lit up. I raised my hand to cover my eyes, and my eyelids drooped and I saw young people leaning against the corner of the wall to survive desperately. There were both men and women. Tied up, shivering into a ball.

After my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked up and saw that the people standing in front of them were all holding knives and axes. The person in the front was dressed exactly like the Taoist priests in the movie. I was shocked to find that these people's The clothes are all from a hundred years ago, and each of them has a strong smell of blood on their bodies.

In the next second, those vicious people were commanded by the Taoist priest to pour bowls of talisman water into the mouths of these young people. Anyone who resisted death and refused to obey was chopped off by the knife and ax in the hands of the villain. One hand and one foot, extremely cruel, and the way of killing chickens to make an example to monkeys also made these tied up men and women give in one after another, obediently swallowing the talisman water in the bowl.

I don't know why, I want to stop them, but when I get distracted, the scene changes again.

This time, the ones holding the knives and axes became the young people who were tied up before. They were jealous and glaring at this moment, holding sharp weapons to kill each other. Every time they killed one, they laughed loudly, and the aura around them became more and more fierce. Move faster and stronger.

Moreover, the wounds on their bodies were repaired by a cloud of black energy at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made me immediately think of Miao Jiang's method of raising Gu.

But these are people!
I watched dozens of teenagers and girls in the garden, and when only one pair of men and women were left and stopped fighting, my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. If I couldn't guess what I saw now, I would Just a fool.

All these illusions are all the things that those resentful spirits experienced before they were alive.

Sure enough, as I expected, the last pair of men and women were taken away by the people of Chengjia Village who appeared, and my consciousness couldn't help but catch up.

The former yellow-robed Taoist priest is now wearing a black robe, standing in front of the half-built main hall, with an altar for practice in front of him, and a tortured black cat under his feet. It should have just died and was released by the Taoist priest. The blood of the cat was still very bright, I watched the Taoist priest mix the black cat's blood with other unknown things, and began to draw symbols with a pen, chanting words in his mouth.

Every time a sentence is recited, the incense that was lit in the center of the altar will break from the middle, and then there will be an undead who died under the knife and axe.

It is said that black cats are psychic, and that their eyes can see through all evil spirits, but now that I have met the cat's eyes of this cat, I just feel that it is exactly the same as the black cat I met before, it is evil spirits.

In the end, all the incense sticks were broken, just corresponding to the number of dead people, and the corner of the dead black cat's mouth turned up slightly to reveal a smile.

It should be a smile, but I don't know what I'm laughing at. At this moment, I just feel that my consciousness is blurred, and the mantra chanted by the Taoist priest is heard in my ears, and the scene changes accordingly.

This time, my eyes seemed to be glued on by double-sided tape. No matter how hard I tried to open them, I could only lift a crack.

Vaguely, I saw people from Chengjia Village chopping up those corpses with axes. The flesh and blood were mixed with mud and bricks to continue building the main hall of the ancestral hall. Just like fast forward, the main hall was soon completed, leaving only the uninstalled parts. door frame.

When I was able to open my eyes again, what I saw in front of my eyes was the arrangement of lanterns and festoons. The pair of men and women who survived the fight to the end, dressed in the red clothes worn by marriage in ancient times, worshiped under the auspices of Taoist priests. Heaven and earth, get married and get married.

But the ceremony did not go to the end. When the man and woman were worshiping each other, they each took out a small knife from their sleeves and stabbed each other in the chest.

At the moment of dying, their consciousness also came back, out of the control of the Taoist Fu Shui, they looked at their pierced hearts in disbelief but despair.

At the same time, time passed by rapidly. From the perspective of a bystander, I watched how the Taoist priests used magic to extract the luck of the living, and how the people in Chengjia Village later trafficked people and killed them with the same means. What kind of changes have taken place in time, these undead whose souls have been broken into several pieces because of being crushed, are so ferocious and unwilling, but they are also powerless to avenge their revenge.

Later, the Taoist priest disappeared, and the people of Chengjia Village were still following the method of the Taoist priest, using the talisman water he left behind to control these teenagers and girls to kill each other, extract their luck, and make their people more and more prosperous and healthy.

At the beginning, I was very angry, but gradually, as I saw more, the evil fire in my heart gradually increased and burned, and I lost all reason. Every time I saw this scene, I wanted to hack these people to death with a big knife. Also let them taste the broken soul after being dismembered.

Roaring, roaring, but they can't hear or see me, killing people as always, the most ironic thing to me is that they come to offer incense and worship every year and festival, do they think that this can appease our resentment?

to us.

As if I had become one of them, all my rationality was overwhelmed by the venomous hatred. The only difference was that the other undead only had the emotion of hatred because their souls were broken. Only me, not only had hatred, but also There is resentment that wants revenge.

If it wasn't for the wrong time and space, this place is an illusion, and my attack can kill at least hundreds of people in Chengjia Village.

Here, I am in pain every second. I wish I could just disappear into the world to get relief. My mind is lost, I have no anger, and I even forget that I am still a living person.

I don't know how long it took before a young Taoist monk pushed open the gate of the courtyard of the Cheng family's ancestral hall, followed by a group of Cheng family villagers who hadn't been seen for a long time.

The Buddhist scriptures to save the undead sounded, and the ethereal sound had a soothing effect, which actually made the restless undead floating around me quieter. Only I was still full of hatred and wanted to eat people.

I can't hear what the monk is saying, or I can't hear any voice now, but when the monk sacrificed his magic weapon, my consciousness was hit hard suddenly, and the memories of the past flooded like sea water. When the rationality returned a little bit, the secret path was not good, and he was actually tricked by these resentful spirits.

That's right, even though the resentful spirits were smashed by me and couldn't show up, and they were suppressed by magic tools and couldn't take the initiative to attack me, it doesn't mean they can't confuse me. It's all because I was too late to wake up, and now my mind has been filled with resentment. I'm full, even if I know I shouldn't let myself be immersed in negative emotions, I can't get away.

Anxious and uncomfortable, but I can't think of any way to solve the current predicament. I want to recite the heart-cleaning technique silently to clear away distracting thoughts. In the past, I could recite the Heart Sutra fluently from the first sentence, but after I recited the first sentence with difficulty, the second sentence I can't remember the words at the beginning of the second sentence.

How to do how to do?
The remaining consciousness is like an ant on a hot pot. If it continues, it will fall into the abyss and be completely assimilated by the resentful spirit.

As the illusion progressed and changed, I saw how the monk used weapons to suppress these undead in captivity, and I also listened to what the monk said to the Cheng family.

The monk's original intention was good, and let the Cheng family worship three sticks of incense every day in order to influence and mend their souls, but he never expected that the Cheng family would kill him after the magic weapon suppressed the undead. up.

When this happened, I once again lost all consciousness and sanity.
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The sky outside was getting darker and darker. As the sun went down, the moonlight did not illuminate the Cheng family ancestral hall as it did the night before.

In the main hall, after Bai Miaomiao was sure that there was no danger around her, she began to find useful clues. Time passed by and the visibility in front of her eyes gradually decreased. She was surprised that I hadn't come back until now, and immediately thought that I might have met someone. Danger.

So, she ignored what I told her before, left Zhang Xinying and Wang Shao, and walked out of the main hall alone to look for me.

"Ginger raccoon!" Bai Miaomiao quickly found me lying on the ground, exclaimed my name and ran over, hugged my upper body in his arms, and patted my face lightly with one hand.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Bai Miaomiao once again used her family talent to wait and see my anger.

Once her talent is useless, she has to rest for three to five days. This is the second time she has used it, so as soon as she looked at my three sun fires, her eyes began to sting and bleed.

Fortunately, when the last yang fire in the center of my brow was about to be polluted, she saw it.

"It's terrible, to be sealed and suppressed!"

Seeing my situation, Bai Miaomiao muttered something, and immediately began to use methods. After a while, I was not sober except for my Yanghuo, which stabilized a little.

But it didn't help me. When I realized that I was about to be assimilated by the resentful spirit, what she did made me meet the ghost of the murdered monk.

The monk died in vain, and he should have been freed long ago with his dedication to rare books, but for some reason he did not choose to leave here, but stayed and continued to protect the people in Chengjia Village and the resentful spirits in the ancestral hall.

After seeing me, as if he knew everything we had experienced, he first nodded between my brows to reawaken my consciousness, and then said: "Almighty, you shouldn't come here, let alone try to find The magic weapon of the poor monk."

Looking at the monk in front of me who was obviously blood-stained, with his head separated from his body, but still kind-hearted and without a trace of resentment, I was affected by the resentment and asked in a very angry tone: "Master, why shouldn't I look for a magic weapon to suppress the resentment?" , isn't that our only chance to escape from the ghost world?"

The monk looked at me calmly and was not angry, and replied: "Because this is not a ghost world, and the magic tools have already been transformed into yin tools and become their parasites, and it is the poor monk who suppresses the grievances."

(End of this chapter)