Half Immortal - Chapter 165

    He asked: “Do you know other people’s tasks? I have checked with Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou. The four of us are all the same, and we know almost the same people. By the way, I I also met Song Chengan, I didn’t expect to see him here, his mission is a bit different from mine, but it’s all positive.”

    “What is Song Cheng’an’s mission?” Yan Mingguang asked him.

    At this moment, this person was holding the incense candle in one hand and Yan Wei in the other, and slowly ascended the steps of the Guanyin Temple.

    Guanyin Town has been haunted for so long, the people have become more and more suspicious, and they are more advocating the theory of ghosts and gods. More and more people come to offer incense at the Guanyin Temple, and there are people coming and going on the steps.

    There are a lot of people today.

    Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei held hands like this, and several people who passed by them couldn’t help but cast their eyes.

    Yan Mingguang let him.

    He said: “Song Chengan and Yu Zhengqing came by dry road, and they are Taoist priests from other Taoist temples. They say that the Guanyin Temple has broken something during this period, and there may not be any Buddhism nearby. The big temple, so I went to the Taoist temple and asked for a few instruments to use for a while. They brought things here, and now they live in the big temple.”

    “By the way, how about you?”

    The two stepped over the threshold of the gate and entered the temple.

    The Guanyin Temple is full of incense, and when you enter the gate, you will be the magnificent hall, and there is a large incense burner with the height of two people standing on the open square in front. On a cold day, the fireworks of the incense burner were dense, smoke curled out, and there was even a little fire inside – that was a scene that only too many incense candles would ignite.

    He obviously already knew something about the Guanyin Temple.

    Yan Wei didn’t say a word, took the incense and lit the lotus candle on the side, only to hear Yan Mingguang say slowly: “My identity is the former Guanyin Town.”

    “Ever?”

    “It’s Mr. Bai’s classmate. I read books with him when I was a child, but I didn’t know each other well and didn’t speak to him. It’s just that my family flourished and I went to other places, and I came back recently. It’s been almost a month since this identity came back, but I only loaded the dungeon yesterday.”

    Yan Wei nodded: “Your identity has nothing to do with Guanyin Academy, it is indeed not suitable to enter directly.”

    “Just wait until Mr. Bai comes back.”

    “Well. This Mr. Bai…I don’t know what kind of nc he is. He is a scholar based on his name and identity, but he let us players—that is, many local people who have not been in contact for a long time in their eyes , Out-of-towners, come with something that looks like it’s going to deal with that female ghost.”

    “The female ghost is not difficult to deal with, but the faction.”

    Yan Wei was taken aback: “Are you sure you have a faction?”

    “After I loaded the dungeon, the neighbor was having a funeral, and I met another super high-rise player there.”

    Yan Mingguang talked to Yan Wei about his experience when he just loaded the dungeon yesterday.

    Yan Mingguang has a good family background. He lives in the backing area of ​​Guanyin Town. There are almost all big families there. Even a funeral is vigorously held, and many people are invited. As a “neighbor”, Yan Mingguang was naturally invited.

    After he entered the family’s house, he met another player named Meng Lin, a very old female player. Her purpose is very direct, that is, to open the coffin and see the corpse.

    “I had a face-to-face with her, her mission is completely different from yours,” Yan Mingguang said, “After she loaded the dungeon, she knew about Heihai and the female ghost, the first main line The task is to understand the danger of corpses and the condition of the deceased, and take a corpse.”

    Sure enough, there are different camps. Although Song Chengan’s mission was different from his, their goal and direction were the same, but Meng Lin’s mission, even the focus was different from theirs, not even positive. It was not to solve the problem of the corpse, but to take it away. corpse.

    If you look at it this way, there should be two camps, one is a completely positive camp, and Yan Wei’s side is doing everything to solve the problem of evil. The other team, Meng Lin’s, focused on the evil spirit itself.

    “She’s done?”

    “She died. After the coffin was opened, the deceased lifted her body and killed her.”

    Yan Wei took a step and said, “This is the first main quest, the name Meng Lin… I remember, she always seeks stability. And I have seen the corpse, when I was at the seaside, that The corpses of the deceased were almost crawling out, and the mourners covered the coffin and went back again.”

    The corpse that ordinary people can solve can actually kill a super high-level player?

    Yan Mingguang saw Yan Wei’s doubts at a glance, he said: “In the beginning, the corpse was weak, but it ‘cannot kill’, the more you kill, the stronger.”

    “Meng Lin was consumed to death.”

    Yan Wei’s doubts were slightly resolved after meeting the female ghost a few nights ago.

    That night, Lin Zhen could make the red figure disappear with a single arrow. The female ghost was much weaker than he imagined, and it seemed that she could not reach the level of the top-level dungeon boss. But if it exists, those corpses killed by female ghosts will become stronger and stronger, and even the abilities of these dirty things can be transferred and gathered together, and the female ghosts can also use those corpses that have not been buried in water to become stronger.

    So after so many years of trouble, the people of Guanyin Town have not adopted methods such as cremation or burial, because these cannot deal with the bodies of those strange deaths. While they knew that the sea was getting darker and darker, they had no choice but to continue the water burial.

    The difficulty does not seem to lie in the female ghost itself, but the Black Sea involved behind the female ghost, the corpse that will become stronger and stronger, and the confrontation between Mr. Bai and another team that is currently unknown. camp.

    Yan Wei stood behind the futon, and the incense in his hand rose up with smoke, blurring his vision a little. Through the smoke and dust, he raised his eyes and looked at the huge golden statue of Guanyin standing in the center of the hall.

    It is a female Guanyin with a willow branch in her right hand and a clean bottle in her left hand. It is the most common willow Guanyin method. This Guanyin is as tall as the entire Guanyin Temple. Looking up, Guanyin’s crown is almost a part of the top of the three-story roof. In this three-story temple like a courtyard, no matter where you stand On the first floor, the center is the golden statue of Avalokitesvara, and the circular corridor on the third floor can even look at the golden statue of Avalokitesvara.

    The golden statue is full of gold, with a plump face, as if overlooking the blessings of the common people.

    After only one glance, Yan Wei looked away uncomfortably.

    “The reason why I made an appointment at the Guanyin Temple is because I think it makes me very uncomfortable,” Yan Wei said in a low voice, “In addition, Song Chengan told me that there are several Guanyin Temples. The things in the side hall are damaged. I think this big temple should also be related to the main line. You even have the incense candles ready, and it seems that you think there is a problem here?”

    “Inquired,” Yan Mingguang said, “those side halls lost something.”

    “Do you also think that it is a limited item in the dungeon?”

    Yan Mingguang looked at him with a smile, and he was sure.

    “I have a thousand-year-old agarwood in my hand, Lin Zhen has a soul-cutting blade, and Yu Feizhou also has it, and you should have it too. If these props are related to dealing with female ghosts, I suspect that the Guanyin Temple is lost. It is also a prop related to the goal of our players to deal with the female ghost.”

    “Go to the side hall and take a look.” Yan Mingguang said.

    Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei have outstanding stature, and their appearance is particularly prominent among this group of ordinary people. On others, it can only be said that they wear simple clothes on them, but they are inexplicable. A little more air. Yan Wei was born with docile and well-behaved facial features, his eyes were as gentle as peach blossoms, and he could be said to be a young boy, but Yan Mingguang was a slender young man and a handsome man.

    A woman stepped forward to put incense. I don’t know whether it was intentional or not. When passing by Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, a sachet fell off and fell to Yan Mingguang’s feet.

    Yan Wei: “…”

    “Dang bang—”

    The coin landed next to the sachet, swayed with a cold metallic sound, and steadily revealed the side with the swallow carved.

    Yan Mingguang sighed softly, those black eyes seemed to contain a bit of helplessness, but they were still full of Yan Wei’s figure.

    He bent down, picked up the coin, and got up. Completely ignoring the hand that Yan Wei stretched out to receive the coin, holding the coin, pulled Yan Wei’s shirt slightly, holding the coin between his slender fingers, the temperature of his fingertips warmed this piece of ice, and then he threw it into Yan Wei. Pocket on the inside of the placket.

    At the end, the man pulled the front of his clothes and helped him trim his clothes.

    The girl looked at Yan Mingguang patting Yan Wei’s collar, her face was whiter than the snow outside.

    Yan Wei blushed, hurriedly lowered her head and squatted down, picking up the sachet for the girl. The girl turned around with the sachet and left the main hall quickly. Yan Wei listened to the Sanskrit chanting by the monks on both sides of the hall.

    Yan Mingguang did not speak.

    Suddenly, there was a hustle and bustle of voices from outside the hall, accompanied by a Sanskrit sound that was louder than inside the hall, getting louder and louder from far to near.

    Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang glanced at them, turned around and walked out of the hall with the crowd in the hall.

    Outside the hall, in front of the Guanyin Temple, a large float pulled in, with monks in robes on both sides, and a music team behind. The float was covered with lotus flowers made of silk and satin, and in the center stood a woman wearing a Guanyin brocade robe and holding a willow branch in her hand. The woman sang a song and swayed with the Qingming Sanskrit sound.

    At the front of the float, there was a man in a **** cloak and a ghost mask.

    This man was obviously playing something, rolling incessantly at the front of the float, wailing in pain.

    The float stopped at the front of the hall. “Master Guanyin” was still singing a song. The song seemed to be a story. The monks on both sides had entered the crowd and seemed to be looking for someone.

    Yan Wei dissipated his senses, listened to the conversations of the people around him, leaned into Yan Mingguang’s ear, and whispered: “This is their custom, it is the legend of Guanyin Town, saying Guanyin Town used to be a wasteland full of evil spirits. The evil spirits turned into one body and mutilated the living beings who came here. Later, Guanyin heard the sad sound here, held a willow branch and sprinkled clean water, suppressing the incarnation of all ghosts. Suddenly, this place suddenly With good weather and good harvests every year, Guanyin Town will gradually emerge.”

    “So they built the Guanyin Temple, and occasionally held such a Buddha worship ceremony and sang the legend of Guanyin slaying ghosts. Some of the pilgrims chose to pretend to be the mage who greeted Guanyin at the beginning.”

    He and Yan Mingguang held hands and bit their ears. On the other side, a monk walked up to them and silently bowed to them.

    The surrounding people immediately cast envious glances.

    Yan Wei: “…”

    This is selected.

    He glanced at the young men and women who had been selected. Although their appearances were not the best, they were better than ordinary people.

    …Is this a mage or a beauty pageant?

    “Go,” Yan Mingguang said to him, “the customs of Guanyin Town, they all feel that the selected person will have the blessings brought by Guanyin.”

    It’s weird not to.

    Yan Wei naturally understood this truth, and after a few words, he took the Buddhist robe given by the monk, and Yan Mingguang put one on his body and followed behind the float.

    The Sanskrit sound continued to sound, the woman’s singing long lit up the cold sky, the surrounding people worshiped the Guanyin stone statue in the hall, and the incense became more and more vigorous. The float started from the front of the main hall and pulled towards the side hall. Sanskrit slightly dispelled some of the dark clouds brought by the trouble.

    Out of the triangular-shaped main hall, there are some side halls around. The roofs are decorated with stone carvings of different Guanyin methods, and they want to enshrine different Guanyin statues.

    Walking through a few side halls, a side hall with a closed door and a chain came into view.

      : “Mr. Yan.”

    In front of him, Yan Mingguang paused.

    “Are we even going to be a monk together?”

    Speaking, the man took his hand and ran out of the team.

    They are not ordinary people, Yan Mingguang used a little skill, but in the blink of an eye, the two came to the door of the locked hall. The float team was still moving forward, and no one noticed that they were missing. They were still moving forward, and they had already passed this side hall.

    Yan Mingguang took off the robe he was wearing, and was helping Yan Wei to untie his belt to “return the vulgarity” together.

    Yan Wei looked at the lock hanging on the door.

    “These halls are all locked, it should be the side halls that lost their things.” This kind of ordinary lock has no blocking effect on their players at all, he raised his hand, After moving the lock a few times, the lock opened, “Go in and have a look. If the lost items in the main hall are props, I don’t think it’s right, because Mr. Bai doesn’t need to steal the props, and because of Mr. Bai’s reputation, he directly finds the props. You can borrow it from the Guanyin Temple.”

    There must be someone else who sneaked into the Guanyin Temple, and they are not the same people who Mr. Bai found.

    Yan Wei hung the lock on the door handle and opened the door of the side hall.

    There is no candle light inside the door, the daytime light from outside is scattered from the door and shines on the Avalokitesvara statue directly in front. There are candlesticks on both sides, and a small incense burner is placed in front of the Guanyin statue. This Guanyin statue is not as big as the golden statue of Guanyin in the main hall. It is only as tall as a person. It is only carved out of wood, and its hands are empty.

    Yan Wei took a few steps inside, walked to the Avalokitesvara statue, saw the mural behind the Avalokitesvara statue, and said: “This Avalokitesvara is like a Guanyin holding a scripture, and it should be holding a scripture in her hand. … The scriptures were taken away, so that is also a tool to deal with female ghosts?”

    Is it possible that the last thing the two camps have to do is to get enough props?

    What is missing in this side hall is the Guanyin scriptures, what are the other side halls?

    There was a shadow on his side, Yan Wei turned his head and asked Yan Mingguang next to him: “Do you think there will be a player, the loaded character is the one who came to the Guanyin Temple to steal these coins. someone?”

    Like him, as soon as you enter the copy, you have an identity entrusted to bring the thousand-year-old agarwood. There should also be other players, and there are people who steal these things, which is normal.

    The man looked down at him slightly, and said in a low voice, “It’s very possible.”

    Yan Wei froze.

      The light of day illuminated the floating dust clearly, and the dust obscured his vision. He looked at the man’s pure black eyes and took a step back abruptly.

    “—The top-level copy has played this trick last time, isn’t there a new trick this time?”

    The door of the main hall suddenly closed!

    A little day light came in through the paper glued on the door, much dimmer than before. But the faint dust in the light beam stopped fluttering, and everything seemed to freeze in front of him, only Yan Wei and “Yan Mingguang” were alive.

     Maliciously smiled with that always indifferent face, and an ethereal voice sounded from all directions: “I never expect you to admit your mistake, I just want to ask you if you have changed your mind.”

    Yan Wei said coldly, “Where is Yan Mingguang?”

    The malevolent raised his hand slightly, behind the Avalokitesvara statue, above the mural, a bottomless black hole suddenly appeared, enough for one person to pass through.

    It exudes an air that players in the building can recognize. Yan Wei was familiar with it, but he had never used this thing before.

    Yan Wei frowned—that was the passage for descending the stairs.

    “If you go down from here, won’t you be able to stay with him longer?”

    “This descending passage is the only descending passage in the Guanyin Temple and the only descending passage in this copy. It is located behind Guanyin, and each side hall can be opened, symbolizing Saying ‘The suffering is boundless, my Buddha is merciful, walk behind Guanyin, and you will be able to overcome the disaster’.”

    “You guys always like to tell lies to cover up your desires… Hey, I opened it for you, you just need to go back… Go back… If you don’t go down this time, the descending passage will be fine. ruined.”

    The Yan Mingguang in front of me suddenly dissipated, the dust in the beam began to float again, and time and space resumed flow at this moment.

    From the moment he stepped into the hall, malice had already arrived, suspending everything in the hall, and opening the descending passage.

    Malicious does not want him to pass through the top floor and exchange for Pandora’s Box.

    He knew that.

    He despised this maliciousness more and more in his heart.

    As soon as the idea came out, Yan Wei only felt a thrust coming from somewhere behind him, and pushed him lightly, pushing him closer to the descending passage. Some. Yan Wei turned his head to look, but there was nothing behind him.

    “…So it is,” he murmured, “-‘The suffering is boundless, my Buddha is merciful, walk behind Guanyin, and I can overcome the disaster’, as long as there is something bad in your heart Emotions, on the contrary, will be carried away by the Buddha.”

    In his heart, he was just disdainful of evil thoughts, and it was an emotion of misery. In front of the Avalokitesvara, this is what needs to be “crossed”. So the downstairs passage will push him, and the more misery in his heart, the easier it is to be pushed into the downstairs passage.

    Only when you have a clear mind and a good heart, can you walk out of this hall of Guanyin, and the passage to descend the stairs will be completely closed because no one steps in.

    No wonder this maliciousness is about to come, taking this opportunity to “help” him open the descending passage in front of him. It can’t change the dungeon rules, but it can use the dungeon rules to lure him away from this dungeon.

    But he won’t go.

    Yan Wei glanced at the downstairs passage that could be stepped into with one foot, cleared away the distracting thoughts in his heart, turned around without hesitation, and planned to go outside the hall to find Yan Mingguang.

    But as soon as he turned around, there was a Yan Mingguang, and another… himself.

      And “he” was sitting on the ground, strangled by the familiar long and thin whip, struggling weakly, but he lost his breath for a moment.

    Yan Wei was in a mess, and was almost pushed into the descending passage behind him.

    False.

    He took a deep breath, meditated, and took a step forward.

    In front of her eyes, the illusion that “Yan Mingguang” killed him dissipated, and was replaced by another “Yan Mingguang”. This time, “Yan Mingguang” clenched the dagger and stabbed it into his heart.

    Innumerable illusions floated around, all of them were Yan Mingguang who acted on him.

    The world inside the building is under the endless monument.

    Players could not see the moment of malicious suspension, but they could see the scene where Yan Wei entered the hall and caused the passage of descending stairs.

    “This is actually a reverse descending passage. The more negative emotions you have in your heart, the easier it is to be sucked in by the descending passage. Instead, you can walk out of this hall with peace of mind.”

    “So what did Yan Wei see, why did it go so hard?”

    “Isn’t the point that Yan Wei chose to fight against the downstairs passage instead!?? This dungeon shows the tip of the iceberg. Meng Lin won’t have fifty or twenty of the best players. She is all dead, and the next time will only be more dangerous. He, a novice, can experience the top-level dungeon once and trigger the descending passage. Wouldn’t it be better to leave now?”

    “A fool—”

    The man paused for a moment, and suddenly let out a scream.

    “Ahhhh-!”

    The surrounding players spread out, leaving an open space. I saw that the man had fallen to the ground, his arm was completely cut from his shoulder, and the ground was covered with blood.

    Everyone looked at Ding Xiao who was beside this man, with awe and awe for a while, not knowing why this man provoked the aunt of the other side flower just now, and did not dare to provoke her at all.

    Ding Xiao stood up slowly holding the knife, smiling softly, but her voice was moist: “It’s okay to say bad things about him, just don’t let me hear it.”

    Avalokitesvara is outside the hall.

      He. Watching the person he loves kill himself in different ways over and over again, I don’t believe he doesn’t have bad thoughts.”

    Yan Mingguang didn’t even look at him.

    The evil thoughts are very proud: “This passage down the stairs is called my Buddha’s compassion, isn’t it ironic? People who are compassionate should stay, but those who you despise with evil thoughts can go from here. leave.”

    Yan Mingguang finally turned his head to look at him.

    This identical face did not change his expression, he just said lightly: “Do you know why you are evil?”

    Have a bad thought.

     “Because you will take it as a good thing to leave cowardly, to live in the building in a loop, and to take it as a good thing, but it is a bad thing to go up against the current and leave a heart that experiences danger.”

    The evil thoughts can’t tell him, but the laugh is even more frantic: “Hahahahaha! So what, as long as he has evil thoughts in his heart, he will be sucked away by the downstairs passage, you might as well go in now If you leave with him, you can start playing again from the dungeon on the eighty-ninth floor.”

    “‘My Buddha is merciful’? Hahahaha! I don’t believe he has that kind of compassion. He can watch you kill thousands of times without any distractions! How? He’s not a Buddha, and he doesn’t have the heart to sacrifice himself and be a human being!”

    Yan Mingguang lifted his foot and took a step forward, as if he was ready to take Yanwei out.

    His voice was light, “The Buddha is compassionate for the world, he is also compassionate for the world, and I am also the world.”

    Evil thoughts and Yan Wei have been fighting for so long, but they are far from understanding Yan Wei.

    Yan Wei was never afraid of this. He always prides himself on selfishness and keeps talking about being selfish, but he is always more obsessed with breaking the shackles of the world in the building than anyone else.

    He raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and said, “You should go.”

    The voice of evil thoughts stopped abruptly.

    For a moment, the door of the side hall was pushed open, and the young man took a breath at the door, looking at him with clear eyes.

    Yan Wei ran quickly and ran into Yan Mingguang’s arms, and whispered: “Just now that stupid thing that only dreamed actually used the descending passage to pit me, I know me There are three hundred and sixty ways to die, but being stabbed to death is the most beautiful.”

    Yan Mingguang laughed.

    He flicked Yan Wei’s forehead, and said, “I just saw the other two stolen side halls, the few are Guanyin seated lotus and Guanyin fish basket, there are no other clues.”

      People are almost there.”