There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 372: Lingyin Temple

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Boom! !

With a sound of closing the coffin, the world in front of Fang Zheng plunged into claustrophobic darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

Only him and a bunch of hair from the dead are in the coffin.

Mr. Fu is not here.

He is the protagonist of this time, this coffin was originally prepared for him.

Fang Zheng always thought that this coffin where the butcher Zhang was snatched from his tomb and lay in it would have a weird smell.

Such as body odor.

Or dandruff or something.

On the contrary, there is a faint fragrance, like the fragrance of a sister's body.

It smells pretty good anyway.

As for sleeping with a dead person's hair, Fang Zheng didn't feel much.

The heart has no ghosts and gods, so naturally there is no fear of ghosts and gods.

The number of ghosts who died in his hands is not eight thousand, but eighty. He is no longer the tender young man three months ago.

Speaking of which, he was a little faintly expecting that if there were any ghosts, he could also take the opportunity to harvest a wave of spirit energy.

……

Wow!

In the darkness, there was the sound of water splashing into Fang Zheng's ears.

Then he felt his body start to jostle and rise, he opened his eyes, and he had already appeared in the spiritual world of the dead in the thick mist.

The only black and white tones around me seem to imply that this space is lifeless, giving people a sense of depression and breathlessness of walking alone in a chaotic grave at night, cold, eerie and weird.

At this moment, he was standing in a small boat, drifting with the flow, his body shaking left and right... There was a person on the bow of the boat, it was Mr. Fu.

The sound of the stroke that I heard earlier was Mr. Fu holding the helm.

At the same time, there was a soul-attracting lamp with a green candlelight, leading the way ahead of the boat, and the dense fog along the way was destroyed at the touch of the light.

Very weird scene.

Fang Zheng has experienced these scenes four times. He didn't make a sound along the way, silently watching everything around him and Mr. Fu who was holding the helm.

This trip, the reason Mr. Fu went with him is because this time is different. It can't be done by simply entering the spiritual world of the dead in Li Sishui.

If you want to investigate the truth,

Where did people die,

Where to trace it.

There is the closest place to the truth.

The ancient village of the Yellow River that disappeared is in the northern province, spanning thousands of miles in the middle. He, a half-hearted amateur, hasn't the ability to walk out of the city alone.

According to what Mr. Fu said, he was acting alone, and it is estimated that he was about to die halfway with no bones left.

It implies that this spiritual world of the dead is not as calm and silent as he had previously imagined. There is something very dangerous dormant in this spiritual world of the dead.

Fang Zheng silently stared at the surrounding area with only boring black and white tones, free from all kinds of strange sounds from the outside world.

As the dense fog in front of me was dispersed by the soul-attracting lamp little by little, Fang Zheng saw the Tongjiang Bridge, a landmark building in Zhou City, not long after.

According to the past, this time should be docked, landed and set foot on the city of Kongcheng.

However!

This time is different!

Mr. Fu was silent, silent all the way, and continued to prop the boat forward, getting closer and closer to the Tongjiang Bridge...

Tongjiang Bridge was left behind...

Fang Zheng looked straight, his face a little serious.

After passing the Tongjiang Bridge, he was in a strange world he had never been out of before, and he began to curiously look at the strange world around him.

Fang Zheng couldn't help thinking of what Mr. Fu said to him before he went overcast.

"Only when you die, there is the spiritual world of the dead. You can think of it as a huge leafy canopy composed of branches and leaves."

"In this tree canopy, every branch and every leaf is the spiritual world of the dead after their lives have withered. There are thousands and billions of them, some spiritual worlds are strong, some are weak, Just as the gravel of Huangquan is more than billions, the bones buried under Huangquan are more than three thousand worlds."

"This time we walked in the shade, we walked through the tree canopy to the ancient village of the Yellow River in the northern province, where the deceased Li Sishui was located."

……

The ship is still moving forward.

The soul-attracting lamp is still showing the way.

It was calm and calm along the way, and there was no strange experience as Founder had imagined.

It's the strange sounds and the strange black shadows in the river below his feet that have never disappeared, but Fang Zheng has long been accustomed to these, so it is not a strange experience.

"Huh?"

Fang Zheng's heart was suddenly shocked. After leaving the city, he walked a distance in the thick mist, and the surrounding area was invisible, but suddenly, a huge city appeared again in front of him.

Because of the far distance, Fang Zheng couldn't see the scene of the city clearly, but the quiet city seemed to indicate that it was an empty city like Zhou City.

If according to Mr. Fu, the spiritual world of the dead is composed of one by one, then the empty city in front of them represents that they have entered the territory of another dead.

"It really looks more and more like Inception."

Fang Fang muttered a strange expression in his heart.

But then, what Fang Zheng looked at, how did he feel that the city in front of him was familiar, within a few seconds, he was shocked in his heart.

"Isn't this the city I just visited a few days ago?"

Fang Zheng thought about it. It hasn't been a few minutes since he and Mr. Fu left the city, right?

Unexpectedly, they had already left the boundary of the city so soon, they really couldn't bring the concept of real time into this special world after death.

In the next few minutes, Fang Zheng encountered several empty cities in the spiritual world of the dead one after another. Without exception, they were all weird black and white, all weird quiet, all weird empty cities.

Just when Fang Zheng thought that they would go out of the province in peace as they are now, until they reached the Yellow River Basin calmly all the way. Facing the thick and invisible fog, Fang Zheng was a little boring, and there was a change before his eyes.

It was an old monk who was actually carrying his hands on his shoulders, building a temple on a bone-laden shore.

The temple was built by the old monk alone. It is about to be completed at this moment. The main building has begun to take shape, with the majesty of a Buddhist temple and the dignity of the treasures.

Even the plaque has been hung up.

Lingyin Temple.

? ?

"Lingyin Temple?!"

Fang Zheng was surprised at first, and then felt his scalp numb and exploded. Could it be the Lingyin Temple in the provincial capital? The Lingyin Temple is also called Yunlin Temple.

Can Fang Zheng not be surprised.

It's only a few minutes now, and it's almost time to leave the province. In reality, it's not so fast in the aircraft.

The old monk who was building a temple on the bank of bones also noticed the boat where Fang Zheng and Mr. Fu were.

The old monk glanced at the blue-skin lantern on the bow of the ship, and then put his hands together in front of Mr. Fu and sang the Buddha's name softly, without disturbing the peace of the deceased, standing silently in a robe, watching silently. Disembark and leave.

Gradually disappeared into the world of mist.