"But."

In a trance, Xu Ming thoughtfully raised his hand and touched his chin.

"You can't come across anything from the West through our door, so why do you want to draw it?"

"Because weird worlds aren't clear-cut."

Three Thousand Grievances leisurely got up and removed the canvas.

"The West, the East, Cthulhu, Ancient Egypt and so on are all mixed together."

"I have seen angels full of eyeballs, devils as high as mountains, unspeakable anomalies, and gods with three heads and six arms, and a hundred eyes and a thousand eyes."

As he spoke, the Three Thousand Grievances casually summoned clusters of flames that burned the canvas to ashes.

"As for me, why do you want to draw cherubim? That's because I feel like I can kill it. ”

"So, I'm getting acquainted with it."

"Oh, I see."

Xu Ming patted his head clearly.

"Then what is the difference between the existence above these resentful spirits and the resentful spirits? In addition, are they also human beings? ”

"Nope."

Three Thousand Grievances shook their heads silently.

"The vast majority of them should be inherently great. Only a small number of individuals are gradually transformed by human beings through hardships. ”

"As for the difference between the wraiths and the wraiths."

Three thousand resentments pondered for a moment.

After a long time, he explained.

"In the simplest way, resentful spirits can use spiritual power to directly interfere with the weirdness of reality. On top of the resentful spirit, it is possible to use spiritual power to initially create the weirdness of reality. ”

"Even their bodies are probably created by themselves......

"Wow, create reality!"

Xu Ming was startled and exclaimed.

"This ability is too exaggerated, are you really sure that you can hunt them?"

"Oh, of course."

Three Thousand Resentment sneered and hooked his mouth.

"To be able to create reality only in the first instance means that they cannot create life. And in order to unite entities, or because they are naturally great, they do not have such terrible resentments as the spirits. ”

Therefore, in essence, although the resentful spirit is extremely powerful, it has even become a life form in another sense. But they may be more likely to die than the wraiths. ”

"Ah, that's right."

Xu Mingmao suddenly raised his head.

Suddenly, the man blinked again.

"Three Thousand ......"

"Huh?"

"I'm hungry......"

“……”

"What are we going to eat for lunch?"

"Tsk, you sweep the floor, I'll cook."

"Hehe, no problem, leave it to me."

……

At the same time, in the Yama Temple.

Jiang Sheng and Xing Tao had already walked to the entrance hall belonging to the fourth hall.

Inside the door, there was an old monk giving a lecture.

Surrounded by pilgrims and believers.

"Huh?"

Jiang Sheng, who thought that there was only a Taoist priest in the Yama Palace, frowned, and even looked sideways at Xing Tao who was close to him and asked.

"This Yama Temple, is it Taoist or Buddhist?"

"Ahh

Xing Moss, who had traveled here in the early years, seemed to be prepared for Jiang Sheng's questions.

"The Yama Hall has always been a work of Buddhism and Taoism."

"Huh?"

Jiang Sheng's expression twitched at his mouth.

"Won't the believers on both sides fight?"

"Why, the people who come here are basically just to ask for peace of mind, who would fight because of what they believe."

After being enlightened by Jiang Sheng, Xing Moss's tone and expression have become much more vivid, at least he is no longer as numb as before.

"The religious atmosphere in our country is not as strong as that of Yindu."

"Well, yes too......"

Jiang Sheng, who had opened his mind, bowed slightly.

In the next second, it turned its gaze sideways, the old monk sitting in front of the hall.

Wait, this is also a psyker!?

What a weird way to hold your breath.

I almost ignored him.

Jiang Sheng looked at the old monk with a serious face.

Presumably due to the imminent breakout.

The cat demon's inspiration has also been greatly enhanced.

Even it dares to say.

If Xu Ming were to do it again, the identity of the person with hidden psychic abilities would appear in front of it.

It must be able to see through it at a glance.

Although Jiang Sheng didn't know it, Xu Ming's hiding methods also originated from three thousand resentments.

So unless the cat demon's spiritual power exceeds three thousand.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to see through that disguise.

But the old monk at the moment.

How weird is that......

It looked like a dead man, without any breath.

Breathing, too, is much weaker than that of ordinary people.

If not for the sudden appearance of inspiration.

I'm afraid, so I'll skip him.

Jiang Sheng stared at the old monk silently.

It seems that he wants to understand the skills used by the other party.

As everyone knows, the monk is also paying attention to it at the moment.

Resentful spirits, big ghosts, resentments that soar to the sky.

As a senior spiritual practitioner.

In the eyes of the old monk.

A camouflage method as crude as Jiang Sheng's is obviously meaningless.

But this undoubtedly does not mean that his heart has not wavered.

After all, theoretically speaking, a resentful spirit has the ability to destroy a city.

And the seven big ghosts are put together......

I'm afraid no one dares to assert it.

If Jiang Sheng goes crazy unscrupulously, what kind of harm will it cause?

"Knock, knock, knock, knock......"

Between breaths, the old monk felt as if he heard his own heartbeat.

Even the oral sutra was mispronounced.

Thankfully, none of the passengers in the room could hear it.

Who the hell is that?

The old monk thought, his eyes raised slightly, and he looked at the white-haired young man standing not far away.

A walking corpse was beside him.

There are seven big ghosts pressed in the body.

Black mud gushes outside the hall.

The heavenly spirits weep and howl.

There are six hands hanging from the waist and seven heads on the back.

There is a mountain of piles on the top.

The sea of blood under his feet is as deep as a ditch.

Madman! Isn't he afraid of the backlash of the unjust soul?

Or is this monster not really human?

Feel the faint, but in fact hell-like calamity enveloping the Buddha Hall.

The old monk's robe was already soaked with sweat.

Amitabha, sins and sins.

Could it be that today, is it my monk's catastrophe?

No, at least you have to keep the pilgrims safe.

The old monk at this head held the Buddha beads in his hand and made a decision in his heart.

On the other hand, Jiang Sheng is after completely releasing his inspiration.

He tilted his neck blankly.

Hey?

How do I feel.

There seems to be a layer of "fog" in this place?

(End of chapter)