Qing Xian couldn't feel his thoughts, she simply pulled Chen Nan up: "The matter between Xue Shan and Fang Shan must be reported to Fang Yuan and sent to them." Chen Nan had no choice but to gather his mind and go back to the Zen Monastery with Qing Xian.

But as soon as he returned to the temple, the current situation frightened him.

This is still a quiet and elegant temple, and it is indeed in ruins. The main hall is dilapidated, leaving only broken walls and ruins, flowers and trees in the courtyard grow indiscriminately, and the vitality of weeds in the uncared for space is even more developed, and it almost crosses with the Hengyu temple to develop together.

The camellia that used to grow has long since thinned, leaving only the remains of the branches leaning between the weeds, and the release pond under the trees is full of fallen leaf silt. The cobwebs that can be seen everywhere under the porch glow silver in the moonlight, adding a touch of damaged beauty to this lifeless temple.

The stone statues of the Buddha* are missing, but the rubble on the ground can make people imagine what kind of appearance they have towered here, for people to hope for or to give people comfort.

The big day in the main hall can still maintain a complete Buddha body due to the shelter of Hengyu, and it is also dusty at this time, and it is no longer a Buddha who is not stained with dust.

Yes, this is the real temple of charity. The sand gates here are buried under the grass in front of the Sprinkler Tower, and no one can take care of this place that can give everyone less care.

The two of them hurried to the Zen courtyard, which was more dilapidated than the main courtyard, the door was crooked, half of the roof collapsed to the ground, and the blue and white moonlight could simply shine into the house.

Fan Gedong and Mengshan are not even in the house, and there are no footprints of Ah Shi. But Qing Xian is not worried about him, he really dares to come here, he must have made preparations for it, he should have already seen through the Chen situation here, so he will say something spicy to Qing Xian.

It's just that I don't know if it's okay to be idle at this time, but what about the "empty phase" in my mouth?

"Where are they going?" Qing Xian couldn't help but mutter, would Fang Yuanfa and Mengshan be led out by some Tianshan Mountain? Or did they see through Tianshan, why couldn't they stay here for a long time?

"If they see the real situation here, the first feedback should be to break away, right?" Chen Nan said.

"Let's go to town. "Even so, my heart is really fixed, if this place is all dilapidated, then this easy town is not expected to be much better.

But in the end, this death hall can't be said to be much better than the Charity Temple, and it can indeed be said to be doubly unlucky.

The streets, Hengyu, and stalls are as warm as yesterday, and even more enthusiastic than during the day. The whole town was wrapped in a white mist, and a chill spread through the mixture with a damp mist.

Ah Shi was cut off from the Hall of Death, but the whole town was wrapped in a fresh and dark blue light, and in this strange situation, countless "people" with different faces and shapes wandered here.

Qing Xian and Chen Nan both understood that those people were resentful spirits. A large number of resentful spirits are still connected to their appearance before their deaths, but they can be boiled by resentment for a long time, and even the most flawless edges are gradually distorted.

The woman selling the snacks had her head swollen like a watermelon, or a smashed watermelon, as if her skull had been smashed with a blunt object. Even if Yunyun is cloudy, her two eyes are still embedded in a pile of flesh and blood, and her right eye is completely scattered, except for a white ball-like instrument with tendons hanging next to her ear. Her withered hands were churning in the pan, and she didn't dare to look at it, and she didn't have fun looking at it.

The seller sat on the ground, and he could only sit on the ground. Beneath the hem of his mutilated clothes were a pair of flesh-and-blood severed legs, as if they had been gnawed by a beast, otherwise Qing Xian would not have been able to imagine any other instrument that could cause a horrific wound.

Three or five young children were still gathered around the merchant, but their movements of rushing and leaping became extremely sluggish, as if the old people were dancing a strange dance together.

There was a young boy who was mixed with water, his hair and clothes were attached to his body, his little white face was soaked and swollen, and streams of water were still swimming from his face to the ground as if someone had poured water on his head, and he couldn't tell whether it was water or tears after all. The current scene is repeated with the peaceful scenery of the wind and Jingming on the day when I first came, and the trickle of people and things has not changed, but it is like heaven and earth, separated by the difference between life and death. Life and death are all miserable here, this is not the real hell of hell, this is hell on earth.

Qingxian didn't even dare to pity them, just like for Fusheng, and the feelings of pity and pity seemed to be higher than these "lives", and he was ashamed for no reason. She didn't even dare to be frightened, these resentful spirits were already humans, demons, and immortals, they were all fresh, but the last trace of smell left in the mortal world had completely faded color, and even the color of blood was gray. She didn't dare to look at them in detail, just as she didn't dare to imagine what had happened to them in life.

The world is intolerable, and the underworld is not accepted, so I can only stay here with resentment for a long time, waiting for time to take away all my unwillingness at the end, and I can no longer find any traces of old things that already exist.

It was only at this time that Qing Xian really inquired about the role of the existence of the Necromantic Realm, which was a place to take in lonely souls and a place to spend time and hope. No matter how beautifully it is decorated, it can't hide its misery and hopelessness. Even if I am reluctant to hold a grudge, I can only wait here to perish, I can do nothing, and no one can save me.

This is a city that has been let go by Hongchen, and the internal livelihood is in a group of people who have been let go by Hongchen, gathering together to fend for themselves.

The existence of the Charity Temple seems to be so funny. I can't help anyone, but so many people still obsessively worship in front of the Buddha's appearance, even if I am in the very deep part of the sea of suffering, I will always yearn for a chance to get rid of it. Even if it's fake, it's a delight.

If the Charity Temple is ruled by Xue Shan's retrospective, then this Hall of Death is built by the deep longing in the hearts of these resentful spirits. This is a transcendent Tianshan Mountain, because these resentful spirits have already deceived me, and they are convinced that I live in a beautiful place like a paradise, and there will be no trace of darkness.

Everyone is partial to the sweet dreams, but it is because it is too cruel and terrible. Leisure and joy give the dying a perfect dream, and it is also for those who are full of devastation to grow a wisp of harmony that covers their ears and steals bells.

Even if you can eliminate a trace of resentment, it's good. But the resentment here is especially unbearable, even if you use all your strength.

In the Charity Temple, what Qing Xian felt was the "life is a moment" of the Iron Mountain Theory, no matter how gorgeous the scenery is, how stubborn love and hate, in front of the eternal time, it is just a mustache that has come to naught.

As for the Hall of Death, it is none other than the very demonic "Five Turbid Evil Worlds". "Hell is not empty, vow not to be a Buddha, and all sentient beings are exhausted, and Bodhi is proven", hell is empty, what about the world? The demons in the world will last forever, and the hell will never be destroyed.

Qing Xian thought that his thinking was cloudy, and many complicated ideas intersected. She thought that the resentful spirits were looking at her, and those seemingly paralyzed, but in reality full of struggling eyes, made her gasp. It's as if there are a pair of hands buried deep in the pond that pull me firmly, and if you can't save them, you want to be infatuated with them.

She thought her hand had been pinched, and the real force instantly pulled her back into her train of thought. Chen Nan turned his side slightly and glanced at her.

When she was about to be uncomfortably expelled and regarded herself as a wandering lonely soul, Chen Nan pulled her out of the mud pond. Qing Xian exhaled a breath of turbidity, squeezed Chen Nan's hand back, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Leisure is once again sincerely glorious, turbid red dust, and there will always be someone by your side.

Idle feet stagnated, as if he had bumped into someone. She reached out and fished it out, and her tentacles were cold. It was a child, one of the young children who surrounded the merchant. It was a small human quilt with a bun, her hair was small and yellow, her small body was wrapped in a rag that could still be called clothes, and her arm was less than three fingers thick when she was holding her, and even if she was still alive, she could not be said to be a human being, only a skeleton.

But the little man was not supposed to starve to death, for her skull drooped at a strange angle, like a bud that had been cut off from its stem but still hung down on a branch. There was a black-purple strangulation mark on her neck, the skin and flesh in the strangulation were already rancid, and the white maggots were still swaying in the carrion, which was very distinct, this little lady was strangled to death.

Because her skull was hanging down, she could only squint and raise her eyelids to see clearly: "Sister." "The villain was strangled and his neck was broken, his tongue was exposed, and the sound he made was extremely coarse, and he had to listen very seriously to understand it.

"You're so warm. It was as if he heard a hint of joy in these words, and the horror in his heart was not enough to surge, and he was removed by deep sorrow.

Compared to this child, she is certainly warm. I wonder if this little lady also had a trace of warmth when she was still in the world?

Qing Xian didn't know what to say, but his hand was grabbed fiercely. One of the little lady's hands was grasping me, it was a very small hand, but it was covered with deep and shallow wounds, all dirty, and it looked very old. About she has done a lot of work, about a little grass stubbornly dug up the strong mountain soil, I don't know how much strength these hands have done for a living, she stubbornly struggled with natural disasters and waste, but she died in man-made disasters.

can finally escape death, but before it is time to abandon her, she has already been abandoned by others.

The more stubborn, the more unwilling. The more unwilling, the more resentful.

"Can you give me a little help me on my head?" said the villain.

As if she couldn't find a reason to refuse her, she glanced at Chen Nan leisurely, and after getting a strong look, she said to the villain: "Okay." ”

The villain was overjoyed when he heard this, spread out his leisure, and took a step forward quite waitingly.

Qing Xian stretched out his hand and held on the head of the villain's quilt, even if he had plans in his heart, he was still shivering with the breath of death in his hands.

This is not comparable to any kind of severe cold in the world, and he is not afraid of the cold, but he is still stabbed by the coldness of this death.

She gritted her teeth, trying not to rattle them. The skull in his hand was very heavy, and he only thought that he was holding a big stone in his hand.

The skull in his hand looked at her with one eye slanted, and the sound he made was indistinct: "Are you afraid?"

Qingxian wanted to make a decision, but at this time, Lu Ming was very timid, she shook her head, and held back her strength to straighten the skull in her hand.

This action was blatantly so tiring, if it weren't for Chen Nan firmly holding her, Qing Xian would almost sit on the ground in four shares.

The head of the villain was trembling on the delicate neck, Qing Xian saw her face clearly, although her face was blue and gray, her eyes were bulging, and her cheeks were deeply sunken, but Qing Xian could still see that this was a little lady with beautiful facial features, and her age should be a little older than expected, but her body was too short, so it looked very out of harmony.

"Thank you, it's been a long time since I've seen people in my head. The villain was grinned.

Chen Nan and Qingxian were both surprised, because she said that she had seen "people", and Qingxian had already been discovered.

The villain's smiling face grew bigger and bigger, and Qing Xian became more and more frightened, and she thought that the next moment the two of them would be trapped by the resentful spirits of the whole street. Chen Nan also held her hand and pulled her towards his death.

"Let's go, this is not the place for you to come. The villain was smiling and detached without looking back, she really needed to shout, but she finally let them go.

It's also possible that she is really just obsessed with the warmth of the world, and wants to take a look at this turbid universe.

Chen Nan let out a sigh of relief, pulled Qing Xian and walked forward, let's get out of the Death Hall first.

They walked out of the main street without incident, and the one at the entrance of the town seemed to be getting closer and closer in the white mist.

"Mengshangen?" Chen Nan had good eyesight, and first saw the figure of who was kneeling on the ground.

When Meng Shan heard this shout, he came first, and there was a hint of color in his big godless eyes: "You, where have you been?!"

"What's going on? Fang Yuanfa?"

As soon as Meng Shan heard this name, his voice was full of tears: "He asked me to run first, and I stayed inside...... He asked me to wait for him here, but he didn't come out after I waited for a long time......"

Meng Shan explained his work even more intermittently, and after Chen Nan broke away, the two of them quarreled, although they often quarreled, but this time they didn't know how to quarrel relatively fiercely. Meng Shan simply left the Charity Temple in a fit of rage, she just wanted to breathe, but she didn't think about it but simply walked back to the town.

After dark, the town frightened her, and she first ran back to the temple to take care of them, but the temple also changed its demeanor and became a ruin.

Fan Gedong was also entangled in the branches and vines in the temple, no matter how he chopped it, those hair-like plants and trees could always entangle him, even if it was burned by the fire, there were new branches that were immediately mended.

"Why did you return?!" Fang Yuanfa shouted, "Run!"

Meng Shan understood that he must have come out to find him, and for some reason, he was openly a little happy, and he didn't listen to him, so he simply chopped down those grass and trees before.

The restraint of the Necromantic Realm on their spiritual power had not completely flashed until this time, and Fang Yuan's fiery spiritual power had no upper hand, not to mention Meng Shan, who was even worse than him.