Shen breathed a sigh of relief and threw the iron rod on the ground.

The boiling force in the body gradually calms down as the breath is even.

Lowering her head, a quarter of Zhu Nian's head had already dissipated into powder, and the red spots in her eyes and the fangs in her mouth gradually faded.

This is a very clean-looking girl.

It's what she was like when she was human.

In this world, every oni is directly or indirectly received by ordinary humans from the blood of Kimai Tsuji, and then mutates into a ghost.

It is fundamentally different from the ghost setting of the Heiankyo dungeon.

Shen squatted down and looked directly into Zhu Nian's delicate eyes:

"Since you asked sincerely.

"This is the breathing method of the sun, the type of one......"

Wrong.

After the enhancement of the Stellar Light Simulator, the current moves are very different in terms of power and special effects, and they should not be retained by the previous name.

It's better to come up with a new name that drags cool and hangs the sky......

"An improved version of the type of one, round dance neon."

Zhu Niangui used his last bit of strength to support his eyelids, and pursed his lips and smiled weakly:

"I didn't expect that.

"It's actually this legendary breathing method.,In this way, I'm also a ghost who enjoys the same treatment as Onimai Tsuji~"

She was on the verge of death, and the curse naturally failed.

You can safely say your real name without misery.

Monk Hui Cong dragged the wounded right leg over and put his hands on Shen Luo's shoulders.

Surprised, his mouth opened wider and wider.

Shen slightly dragged his chin:

"Tap, your jaw is dropping."

Syllable!

HC blocked Shen Luo's hand and said loudly word by word:

"The breath of the sun!

"The breathing method used by the strongest swordsman in history four hundred years ago, Ji Guoyuanyi?"

As a big fan of the Ghost Slayer, he knows all too well what that means.

In today's world, no member of the Demon Slayer has mastered the Sun Breath Method, not even a "pillar" level swordsman, who uses various derivatives of the Sun Breath Method.

For example, the breath of thunder, the breath of wind, etc.

If you have to say it......

Only Tanjiro Kamado's "Fire Dance Kagura" is closest to the breath of the sun.

But the real breath of the sun......

Exists only in legends.

Back then, Ji Guoyuanyi used it to easily defeat Wu Miao, forcing the ghost king to split into 1,800 pieces of flesh and blood and escape, and didn't dare to come out and continue the wave until Yuanyi died.

Puff –

The little monk of HC suddenly knelt down straight, clenched his fists with both hands, and his face was flushed with excitement:

"Master Jingze!

"Please teach the Sun Breath Method to the little monk!"

Obviously, he didn't think that Shen Luo was the successor to the country's Yuanyi, after all, no matter how strong the Yuanyi was, he was only a human being, and he had already seen the Buddha of the West Heaven hundreds of years ago.

Shen slightly raised his eyebrows:

"Huh? This......

"Even if I teach you, are you sure you can learn it?"

HC was stunned, and then touched his bald head:

"Yes, I can't learn."

Hundreds of years ago, the pillars of the Ghost Slayer Team had to learn the breathing method derived from it because they couldn't master the breath of the sun, and then it has been passed down to this day.

"Columns" can't be learned.

He couldn't be having.

Shen Luo smiled:

"So, Master Hui Cong should practice in the monastery well.

"And ......"

He stretched out his index finger, trying to remind HC to keep the matter a secret.

After all, his strength has not recovered yet, and there is a high probability that Onimai Tsuji is still alive now, so he must keep a low profile.

HC is quite smart.

He smiled very sincerely:

"Mr. Jing Ze, the little monk understands.

"This secret monk will definitely keep his mouth shut!"

Hum -

At this time, the bead ghost that was about to completely dissipate on the ground began to hum.

Shen Luo put his palm on her eyelids:

"Rest in peace."

After saying that, he picked up the iron rod again, and prepared to make up the knife and smash the head completely.

Whew-

At this time, a layer of white mist rose and enveloped the entire meditation room.

What's going on?

Shen Luo was on high alert to avoid any more unexpected dangers.

But HC regained his composure after a brief moment of surprise, and he clasped his palms together:

"Don't worry, don't worry, this is a natural phenomenon that will occur after the ghost dies.

"The Ghost Slayer team members call it a memory re-enactment.

"The common name of the folk is also called this phenomenon."

Marquee?

Shen has heard this word before.

In short, after a person dies, the experience of a lifetime comes to mind.

Could it be that Zhu Nian is a ghost......

Do you want to show us your life as a human being?

Harm.

Isn't this the "memory killing" that often appears in film and television works?

Monk HC pressed his chest and tried to calm himself down.

Ahhh

The little monk was finally able to see with his own eyes the memoirs written by those ghost killers, and the memories that appeared after the ghost died.

When I saw it in a book before, I thought it was a necessary beautification for literary creation!

The fog slowly lifted.

A girl with a double ponytail and pure eyes appears in the picture, which is a 14-year-old Zhu Nian ghost.

No.

At this point, she's just pure bead thoughts.

At this time, there were obvious tear stains under Zhu Nian's eyes, she knelt in front of the Buddha and sobbed softly, and next to her stood an expressionless middle-aged monk.

At the end of the prayer, Zhu Nian stood up:

"Master, can that really make my mother recover?"

The monk smiled and spread out his left hand:

"Of course.

"The practice of poor monks has always been effective, as long as the offerings are in place, there is nothing that cannot be solved."

Zhu Nian bit her lip:

"Okay, okay."

Her little hands rubbed around, eventually reaching for the few coins in her pocket.

She blushed and handed it over:

"Mage, our family doesn't have much money.

"My mother is very sick and can't be cured by drinking a lot of medicine, so now I can only rely on you!"

The greasy middle-aged "fake monk" smiled sarcastically at the corner of his mouth, but he still calmly put away the coin:

"Don't worry, I'll leave it to me."

Seeing this, HC was immediately angry:

"Yaga!

"This is a discredit to my Buddha.

"Since she is seriously ill and her family is still so poor, why don't you persuade her to try to go to the newly built Western hospital for treatment, and do things at this time?

"What's the use?"

The monastery where HC is located does not have this kind of problem.

The monastery stipulates that monks must first advise their followers to seek medical treatment when they encounter such a situation.

If there is really no way, or when the sufferer is dying, they will take the order.

The next scene is a so-called ritual service.

The father had long since abandoned the mother and daughter and left.

The girl found the "fake monk" again and again.

My mother's illness was getting worse and worse.

Finally, in the midst of a scripture, she died.

Zhu Nian hugged her mother and cried bitterly, she looked at the fake monk with a calm face, and roared loudly:

"You're all liars, mom isn't getting better at all!

"Compensate my mother!"

Looking at the petite Zhu Nian who pounced on, the other party kicked her to the ground:

"Save your energy.

"Ridiculous."

Just as Zhu Nian was furious and the seeds of murderous intent germinated in her young heart, a man suddenly appeared at the door.

The man is polite in a suit and has an elegant and easy-going smile.

Shen Wei's eyes widened:

"Who is this man......

"Onimai Tsuji is not miserable?"