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Hmph - leave you alone for the time being, first assist the Buddha Mother to deal with the aftermath.

When he came out late, he never saw Zong Fang and others being hit by boulders. Although he didn't understand what Aya was for, as long as she did the demonstration, he had to do it.

"Your Excellency, stand back. Let me do the rough work. As soon as Aya got out of the way, the Grand Lama bowed to his feet. He recited a mantra to move the mountain, and his eight arms pushed forward in unison, and the boulder did not retreat but advanced, and immediately attracted it into his arms—

He didn't want to play with the big rock, so he quickly turned around and made a send-off gesture, and the deflection force drove the boulder towards the cliff wall, smashing the ground into a big hole.

No one cared about the boulder, and Aya rushed over with an arrow, and couldn't help but be stunned.

There is no expected blur of flesh and blood, let alone a figure, not even a piece of scum.

In the dust, only a small, bright white round mirror reflected the sunlight, reflecting the anxious face of a thin girl.

Picking up the mirror, the portion is heavier than expected. Aya checked it blankly, and found that it was bronze, but the surface was extremely smooth, and it didn't look like metal at all. Turn it over and see, the back is covered with old silver, and the convex and concave pattern is very fine.

He withdrew his six arms from his back and slowly walked over to poke his head, "Huh?" he looked a little surprised.

Aya handed it to him for a closer look, "Do you recognize this thing?"

This Mongolian teacher from Tubo in the Southern Song Dynasty frowned and shook his head. "I haven't seen it. Looking at the craftsmanship for a long time, it is the style of the Han people. But......" he hesitated, and confessed, "there's something wrong with this thing." ”

It is about the well-being of the Buddha's mother, and he has nothing to say.

As for the analysis of "evil", it is mentioned in Aya's ontological method "Talisman Technique", which originally meant to refer to a certain type of fierce god, and was later extended to refer to all unclean things that are full of fierce energy.

She was stunned for a moment, "My two friends were originally crushed under this stone. Now it's gone, does it have something to do with this mirror?"

Pas-pa paced back and forth on the exposed ground, stomped his feet, retracted his senses, and replied, "There is no hole in the ground, and there is no sign of death. If they are alive and well, it must be related to this thing. He raised the small round mirror in his hand and looked closely at the sunlight......

"Huh, you have words on your face—" Hearing Aya's exclamation, Phag-pa hurriedly lowered his head and turned the mirror, and there was no text in the fine pattern behind it. Even the texture itself is abstract.

He never doubted the words of the Buddha's mother, so he turned his back to the sunlight and put one palm half a foot below—

Sure enough, a line of ring-shaped small seals appeared in the palm of his fingers.

Pasipa was deeply knowledgeable, and read in a deep voice, "The green and dark open a line, and the turbid waves roar a thousand rivers!"

"What do you mean?" Aya was even more puzzled.

"This ...... It seems to be a magic weapon used by the Daomen to see the public opinion, which is used to see feng shui. There are many magic weapons in the mirror since ancient times, but this side is a little strange. It is obviously a highly sensitive translucent treasure mirror, but it is painted on the back and wrapped with a layer of old silver foil. If you guess correctly, it's to cover up these ten words. ”

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The Dark Underworld.

The sky is forever obscured by a layer of haze.

There was no flower on the other side, only Pu Qian pulled a touch of vermilion between her lips to remind Zhang Liao that this is not a black and white world.

The river is so wide that it should be called a great river in the world.

Virgil's gondolas sailed through the murky waters, their bow holding the green lantern barely illuminating the surroundings.

The wilderness is silent, and the shores are silent.

The waves stirred up by the pole were pitiful, as if the water was too sticky.

The two sat side by side, curious and confused about what lay ahead.

Pu Sila pestle Zhang Liao with the tip of her elbow and whispered, "Look at the ...... in the river."

Ten meters away from the bow of the ship, a group of divers gathered at some point, and the naked eye could only see arrow-like ripples shuttling back and forth, extremely fast.

"It's the Abandoned Soul. The black-robed propeller spoke, and dark words drifted through the shadows shrouded in the hood.

"It's the waste of the soul. This river is called 'Lethe River' and can slowly corrode energy bodies. Specially designed to soak those useless souls. After dissolving them, they return to the smallest unit of energy and recycle them in batches at the end of the river, which can be recreated into a new blank spirit fetus. ”

"What does it mean to be useless?" Zhang Liao didn't understand.

"Isn't it common for people in the world to say that lonely souls and wild ghosts, those who don't even accept impermanence are basically useless. Of course, it is not okay to stay in the yang world for too long, and the administrators of the upper realm will think that the spirit matching mansion is derelict in its duties.

Therefore, every year on the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the Eastern lunar calendar, there will be a wave of sweeps, and the underworld will send countless yaksha to hunt. At first, some people who could understand the senses heard the howls of those scattered and fleeing spirits, and thought it was very lively, thinking that it was a ghost celebrating the festival, so there was a saying "Halloween". How did they know that this day was actually a calamity day for lonely souls and wild ghosts - it would be more accurate to call it a 'ghost calamity'. ”

"But, what does it mean to be useless?" Zhang Liao was very persistent and bit the point.

"Hmm...... What are you studying?" asked Virgil rhetorically, an abrupt question.

"Architecture. I'm a designer. ”

"Well, let's say you've spent your whole life publishing an architectural paper, and you thought you would get a lot of praise from your peers. However, countless trolls jumped out to dig graves and rob graves, scolding your ancestors for eight generations. What kind of character do you think these people who harm others and do not benefit themselves?" Virgil is worthy of being a master of language, and he has kept pace with the times and has mastered modern vocabulary.

"This ...... It's boring. I'm not going to pay attention to these people. They waste time, but they don't create GDP. Zhang Liao told the truth.

"Yes, it's boring. Strictly speaking, they are not wasting time, but their own life quota. They allow their short lives to be filled with false mood swings.

Don't you know that this emptiness is endless, and the three lives and three lives are not satisfied. He has nothing to do, and he can't see others struggling, so he uses his mouth, pen, and keyboard to spray venom, bite, slander, and taunt...... Trying to pull everyone back to the same starting point, masturbating with group inaction.

After the death of such a person, the only experience that the soul is loaded with is jealousy, which is excessive, and everything else shrinks to a negative value. Once here, you'll be sorted into useless categories and thrown into the river to dissolve - of course, it's just one of thousands of abandoned souls, you know. ”

Pusira understood first, and looked into the water with disdain in her eyes, "Garbage." She concluded softly.

The whisper seemed to alarm something, and a black shadow fell straight from the void, poof—straight into the river. The gondola was only fifty meters away, just at the end of the line of sight in the fog......

There is a situation! Zhang Liao and Pu Sila got up at the same time and put on a posture to meet the enemy.

Virgil, who stood at the stern of the boat, was also a little stunned, "This voice—just like you, is a big living person who came in with a sac over the wall!"

As soon as the long pole was delivered, the gondola pounced lightly, and the distance was getting closer and closer. You can already see the specific human form—the black shadow split after entering the water, and it turned out to be two people embracing each other.

At this moment, they were facing a great crisis, as the surface of the river began to boil, dense ripples pointed directly at their target, and countless abandoned souls surrounded them.

Due to the crowding, some lonely ghosts even surfaced, wailing in surprise, as if a feast was waiting for the guests, and as if two bloody pieces of flesh were summoning a group of sharks—all ghosts were heading!

The abandoned souls who were squeezed to the back were screaming in mourning, and those who rushed to the front were even more joyful. For a while, the ghost cried and the wolf howled, and the clouds changed color.

These piercing screams filled the eardrums and were very uncomfortable.

The worst thing is not on the boat, but in the river.

The two large living men fought hard and swam to a nearer shore. But the water is extremely dirty, and the viscous resistance makes it impossible to speed up. In a few seconds, he was surrounded by abandoned souls from all directions, and some big ghosts had already taken the lead in the offensive-

Their methods are extremely bizarre, they do not tear, tear or bite, but try to crawl inside from all over the target's body, treating ordinary flesh as if it were nothing.

One of them screamed, and the voice was a woman, and he was very frightened. No wonder, it's good that any normal human slams into here without being scared to death.

The other man's right hand flashed white on the surface of the water, as if he had crushed a talisman pill. A large wave of ghostly light rose up, spreading outward in a spherical shape, and the nearest dozens of abandoned souls turned into green smoke in the scorching sound.

The two of them swam ten meters faster, and after only ten meters, they were once again surrounded by countless abandoned souls.

One by one, the broken lonely souls and wild ghosts bravely braved death, climbed on the shoulders of the two of them, and began to drill into their bodies. The white light shone again, and the caster dyed both hands bright, ignoring the danger on his shoulders, and rushed to pull out the soul of the woman from before.

The shiny white hands seemed to be able to clamp down on the formless and insubstantial, and an abandoned soul had just burrowed into half of the head before it was brazenly ripped out. With a scream, he was thrown far away.

The man tread water with his feet and his hands flew in an attempt to cut off the woman's back. But there are so many opponents that it is impossible to take care of them all. Seeing that, an endless army of ants overshadowed the two sugar balls......

A dark green lantern approached, and the seemingly harmless miserable light began to show its fangs and sneer...... Within the irradial range, the abandoned souls who had no time to dodge were wiped out one after another, and some were partially burned, whimpering and diving underwater, blocking the light of punishment with the filth of Lethe.

With the chest, back, shoulders of the two ...... More than a dozen wisps of green smoke rose up, completely clearing the crisis.

The woman lifted her eyes in the water and looked over to the boat—

"Zong Fang!" Zhang Liao couldn't help but be shocked.

"Save me-" Zong Fang also saw Zhang Liao's face close at hand, "And him!"

With the assistance of Pusila, Zong Fang and Shao Jinfu climbed onto the gondola in embarrassment. The boat suddenly had two more large living people, and the waterline sank by half a foot.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. Pu Sila hadn't seen Zong Fang, but she heard that the other party was Zhang Liao's friend, and she consciously didn't see it, so she grabbed the other party's shoulder in time to send the necessary warmth.

Zhang Liao slowly let go of Shao Jinfu's hand before turning his head and asking, "Where are you fighting here? How did you come to such a ghost place? You are also wearing Tang? Did Dan Lao send you to save me?"

Zong Fang will settle his mind at this moment, fear has overwhelmed everything just now, and now the woman's heart is finally surging. She cried, crying like a baby, unscrupulously.

Since entering the 749th inning, she has not shed a single tear, nor has her previous partners sacrificed. The code name of this "tombstone" is not obtained for nothing, it is really as cold and solid as granite.

But this moment was different, for her—the test of life and death was easy to deal with, but soaking in the dirty, fishy, and smelly river, and being crawled into her body by countless uglier ghosts—it was unbearable! It was disgusting! I cried!

Only a cry can suppress the shock.