Wang Chaling felt that his vision was a little blurred, and the two figures sitting at both ends seemed to overlap at this moment.

The supernatural power rose from inexplicably, and in an instant, Wang Chaling felt a coolness in his mind, and then looked carefully, there were still overlapping figures.

The old monk and the evil ghost both stood up, the former with compassion and mercy, like the Buddha descending into the world, and the latter evil and fierce, like the evil ghosts of hell coming to the world.

The ghost king did not necessarily produce his own wisdom, maybe it was just someone who instilled his own things into the ghosts, so he created "wisdom", Wang Chaling thought.

"Donor, for your sake, it's a human or a ghost, why bother to distinguish it so clearly." The two voices came from different sounds, but they were strangely consistent.

Wang Cha smiled suddenly: "Indeed, this world is a human or a ghost, there is no need to distinguish so clearly, then let me change the question, are you biased towards humans or ghosts?" ”

A monk and a ghost clasped their hands together, their heads lowered, but they didn't answer Wang Chaling's question, and they didn't know whether they didn't want to answer or couldn't answer.

The Jizo monk is alive, and it is not something that can be done easily, and even it is difficult to explain the position of humans and ghosts.

The instinct of the ghost and the consciousness of human beings are two existences with serious conflicts, and the fusion of the two is far from being as simple as it seems.

Wang Chaling didn't ask, and a chair appeared behind him, forming a stable triangular structure with a monk and a ghost.

"One of the hosts of the ghost sacrifice event is the ghost rider you have cultivated for a while, I want to know your role in it and all the information that the person left for you."

Ghost sacrifice events.

Wang Chaling's interest in this supernatural event dates back a long time. Over a long period of time, he also asked many beings about this matter.

At first, it was the classics of the Wang family and the Wang family's generation, then Meng Xiaodong and Qin Lao, and then the human skin paper in Yang Jian's hand.

But he was still not satisfied.

It's like piecing together a piece of a puzzle, and the information obtained from each channel will be part of the puzzle, but not necessarily the whole puzzle, so he is still looking for the rest of the puzzle.

"Sacrifice ghosts?" The Jizo monk muttered, and the next moment, his face suddenly changed, and a black aura permeated his face.

Evil, fierce, hideous...... The strange expressions changed one after another on the face of the Jizo monk, as if he was changing his face in a Sichuan opera.

"Worship ghosts......... Of course, I know that if the benefactor is willing to stay in this temple, chant sutras in the morning and evening, and accompany my Buddha for a long time, what the donor wants to know, I will know everything, and I will say everything. The Jizo monk said word by word, each word as if squeezed out of his teeth.

But why?

Wang Chaling didn't understand the change in front of him, was it because the night had been too long, and the monk couldn't hold on? Or is it taboo to worship ghosts here?

But it doesn't matter.

This is one of the deepest spaces of the ghost temple, and it is also the initial starting point of the supernatural confrontation, where the true essence of a monk and a ghost lies.

But the existence of the ontological body does not mean that the supernatural is also there.

Wang Chaling was well aware of the situation in the ghost temple.

Whether it is the ghost king or the Jizo monk, most of their spirits are scattered in the ghost temple, using the temple as a chessboard to compete on the unknown level in the endless cycle of day and night.

The ghost tree, the dining hall, the back mountain, the relics pagoda, the dormitory, and the three main halls......... Almost every space is filled with their spirits.

Unless a certain party really wants to directly flip the table, regardless of the balance between the two, and fight Wang Chaling to the end, otherwise a generation of revenants is enough to suppress the ontology.

But is it possible?

The stone needle under his feet rotated slightly, not forward, but backward, staying in the position of the ghost king, endless light and heat mixed with darkness and cold, in two extreme existences, at this moment to complete the perfect blend.

Inside the ghost temple.

The darkness that covered almost the entire temple gradually faded, and the light once again enveloped the temple in "hell", but not as it was during the day, and only a few special areas were not covered by light.

Light and darkness divide the temple equally.

"That's it?"

The two souls of a generation stood in front of Wang Chaling, like two high mountains, blocking all light and darkness, scorching heat and cold.

The Jizo monk's ability to suppress the ghosts is very strong, but the light shining on the dead soul only causes a burst of white steam, and under the spirit belonging to the Wang family, the white steam can't even stay away.

The darkness that belongs to the ghost king has a strong stimulating effect on the ghosts, and at the same time can directly control the infected ghosts, wantonly combine the ghosts that are controlled, with the accumulation of the number of ghosts and the degree of terror, this ability will become more and more terrifying, and at this moment the darkness is interfering with an illusory grandmother.

"The ability is good, but it's a pity that compared to the curse of the Wang family's source, it's still a little worse." Wang Chaling felt the inexplicable throbbing and commented.

The two souls of the Wang family are the top existences in the Republic of China, and it is under those few people that they can retain a large part of the terrifying curse while turning into ghosts after death, but they are not existences that can be solved at will.

The undead will be trapped in the haunted apartment, will get lost in some places, and will be eaten by the other party when faced with the starving ghost devouring the coffin nail, because these do not involve the curse of the source.

But what the Ghost King is doing now is a vain attempt to directly manipulate a generation of revenant souls, and deprive the royal bloodline of the curse to control the recevenant souls, such a practice............ Wang Chaling can only say that he is very bold, but it is also convenient for some of Wang Chaling's ideas.

Feeling the tremor of something in his arms, Wang Chaling took it out, it was a black and white photo, there should have been four figures on it, representing the four souls of the Wang family.

But now there are only a little more than two: the ghost of the second generation and a little black spot, like a drop of ink dripping on the photo.

To some extent, the photo of the embodiment of the curse trembled a little in Wang Chaling's hand, and the black spots seemed to be constantly expanding.

"Is it really possible?!" Wang Chaling looked a little surprised, facing the attack of the ghost king, and did not make any resistance, it was just a temporary thing for him, and it could be regarded as a conjecture of the experimental grandfather, and now it seems that that conjecture is being verified.

The supernatural curse rooted in the source of the royal family's bloodline, the curse seems to be no longer silent against the supernatural forces that come from outside to try to interfere, and it is also constantly absorbing foreign supernatural beings with its own horror, and it is also constantly absorbing foreign supernatural spirits, and it is necessary to forcibly create a new "dead soul" with the existence outside the royal bloodline.

"The essence of the curse is also supernatural, the collision of the supernatural and the supernatural, is a very simple thing, the strong get everything, the weak lose everything, and the curse absorbs foreign supernatural and generates a dead soul, it doesn't seem to be understandable to say it, but ......" Wang Chaling looked at the illusory black shadow with only one head beside him with some doubts: "Why is it not the revenant soul with the blood of the Wang family as the material, and it can still surrender to me." ”

"No, no, this revenant is fundamentally different from the others." Wang Chaling suddenly realized something, and the black shadow beside him suddenly rushed towards the old monk who was being restrained by his grandfather.

A "revenant" whose horror level is still below the second generation, even if the Jizo monk is restrained, even if the Jizo monk's supernatural spirit is incomplete, the "revenant" can only be suppressed.

But that's normal.

Under Wang Chaling's gaze, the illusory black shadow head was smashed into a black mist by light and scorching heat.

At the same time, Wang Chaling also lost the "revenant", as if it had not existed from the beginning, and the revenant soul died.

But the true dead soul is immortal.

"It's not really transformed into a dead soul, but a phantom is constructed from that part of the spirit, so that the spirit can be preserved, and as for the ......... afterward"

Wang Chaling looked at his grandfather, the black mist was surrounding his body, and the spirits of the Wang family were blending strangely.

"Absorb the rest of the supernatural and enhance the revenant, this is an intrinsic enhancement, not the use of supernatural items and the like to enhance combat power." Wang Chaling's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the ghost king who was confronting his grandmother, "Father, mother, you go to help grandma, don't fight back." ”

It is rare to see a powerful ghost who can directly attack the curse of the Wang family, except for the ghost king who is right in front of him, Meng Xiaodong, the ghost bride, Zhang Dong, Luo Qian and other bigwigs can probably also do it, but the latter is not something that Wang Chaling can touch, nor can the Wang family's curse touch, if you are not careful, the curse has to be suppressed by these existences.

After about ten minutes, Wang Chaling signaled the dead soul to get rid of the shackles of the ghost king, and looked at the monk who had regained his clarity: "Master Jizang, let me say a few words first, you took the initiative to attack me, and I was also forced to fight back, it shouldn't be too much to take a little thing during the counterattack, right?" ”

"Amitabha."

"This is natural, the things taken by the Wang donor should be made up for the loss of the Wang donor, in addition, I can also compensate you for one thing, but the Japanese temple is about to close the mountain gate, and it is not suitable to entertain foreign guests." The Jizo monk spoke very directly.

He really can't stand Wang Chaling, this person has an evil nature, he has only been in the ghost temple for many days, although there are few things to do, but everything is not small.

After meeting in the squatter area, the monk was reluctant to tell Wang Chaling the information about the things, and as a result, this person did not play according to the routine.

First of all, the ghost tree of the plantation was hidden in the Xuanfa layout for decades, but Wang Chaling entered indiscriminately, and with the deliberate cooperation of Xuanfa, he left him a lot of trouble.

After that, I don't know where the information came from, I entered this space, mentioned that ghost thing to make myself out of control, and relied on the weird curse of the Wang family to plunder a lot of ghosts of the ghost king.

There are still many unstable places in the ghost temple, and the Jizo monk really doesn't want this person to toss in the ghost temple and cause a greater impact.

"If it weren't for the revenant soul and the ......curse," the Jizo monk looked at the ground with a fierce glint in his eyes, it was not that he couldn't kill Wang Chaling, but the consequences of doing so would be serious.

The supernatural mastery of the descendants of the Wang family is very terrifying, at least stronger than the two second-generation ghosts, and the ghosts of such people who die will not be too bad, and Wang Chaling has also been left a mark by the mountain ghost (back ghost).

The three terrifying ghosts and the mountain ghosts who may have been attracted to make trouble in their own ghost temple, the Jizo monk felt that he was afraid that he would not succeed in his life, and compared to his own life, the humiliation of a little concession could be regarded as nothing.

The supernatural circle is not all about fighting and killing, and the sophistication of people is also very important, and it is necessary to get it back when you have your hands free.

Moreover, when something is in hand, it is not certain whether it is a disaster or a blessing.

"When I get my things, I'll leave the ghost temple immediately." Wang Chaling's tone was very sincere.

The old monk must be calculating, there is no doubt about this, but Wang Chaling is too lazy to care so much, his strength is not enough, and it is useless to think more.

When he has strength in the future, whether it is this ghost temple or this old monk who doesn't know whether he is a person or a ghost, Wang Chaling has the opportunity to clean up slowly.

"There is really no need for an old man of such an age to stay in the world and suffer from suffering, my king is good at heart, and he will definitely help you get rid of your ability in the future." Such thoughts were fleeting, and Wang Chaling still had a sincere smile on his face.

Seeing that Wang Chaling agreed, the monk didn't say much, and with a casual stroke of his arm in front of him, a dark world appeared in front of the two of them and one ghost.

It was a hill bag.

There were no plants on the hill, only a few mutilated corpses roaming from time to time, as if guarding something.

At the very top of the hill is a pond and a pavilion.

The Jizo monk stretched out his hand and reached out towards the illusory pond, and in an instant, the illusory turned into reality, and Wang Chaling could even hear the sound of his palms like water, and the sound of something swimming in the pool.

A moment later.

A "ruby" about the size of a pea was fished out of the water by the Jizo monk and handed to Wang Chaling: "Please also ask the king to keep his promise." ”

After taking the "ruby", Wang Chaling did not hesitate to inspect it in front of the Jizo monk, anyway, things have developed to this point, and there is no need to save face in such a trivial matter.

The key was removed from the compartment of the watch, and the rusty key was placed on top of the "ruby", and the next moment, the gem turned into a pool of foul and foul blood, covering the surface of the key.

A minute later.

The foul blood disappeared, and a brand new key appeared in its original position, Wang Chaling picked it up casually: "It's the real thing, arrange it, send me out." ”

A few seconds later, looking at the Jizo monk who was not moving, Wang Chaling continued: "Everything is back to normal in the ghost temple, it's night now, if I go out by myself, I can't make some movement out." ”

The corners of the monk's mouth twitched, with obvious helplessness in his eyes, and when he turned his body sideways, an illusory path appeared next to him: "From here, you can go directly to the main gate of the temple." ”

It just wants to get this trouble out of the way now.

Bang~!

Wang Chaling looked at the door that closed suddenly, and couldn't help but shake his head, just looking at this "enthusiasm", he was even more determined that he would definitely go back to the ghost temple when he had the opportunity to help the old monk "get free".

(End of chapter)