Mysterious Recovery: Confused World

Chapter 83
The moment Wang Chaling regained his clarity amidst the sound of the scriptures with the help of the power of the dead soul, it meant that he had reached or even surpassed the minimum level recognized by the Shangqing Palace—he was already qualified to leave his presence in this hall.

The taboo supernatural supernatural superimposition of dead souls and human beings even made Wang Chaling's terror surpass that of his grandfather at the moment, and directly "sit" to the eighth position.

After all, when his grandfather and grandmother teamed up and entered here, they hadn't reached the peak state of their lives.

As time passed by, the Taoist's voice became more and more blurred, as if it sounded in Wang Chaling's mind, and the inexplicable and strange rhythm quickly permeated in the memory. Starting from this moment, it first continued to spread towards the past, Until the beginning of Wang Chaling's birth, and then spread to the next half month, a half-month memory that does not exist now merged into Wang Chaling's consciousness through supernatural effects.

But that's not a bad thing.

This section has a supernatural rhythm, and the negative effects are firmly "fixed" in the current memory node, but the benign effects spread across the memory.

The world of supernatural beings is very unreasonable. Seriously speaking, the existence of memory is just an illusion, but under the forceful action of supernatural beings, this illusion can be transformed into a "real". You may really die. In the same way, you in memory get benefits, and you can turn this benefit into real benefits.

For example, now, Wang Chaling can feel that the consciousness of his current memory node is very dangerous. The erosion of the spirit makes even if the self-consciousness integrated with the soul of the dead and the ghost consciousness is at risk of degeneration, the consciousness on the other nodes has been completely improved. A wisp of power to suppress the supernatural.

Although this thread is not much, it is difficult to suppress an ordinary ghost slave, let alone a fierce ghost, but it cannot hold back a large amount. There are more than 20 years of memory in the past and half a month in the future. The consciousness of each memory node can acquire such a Wisps of power accumulated and gathered on Wang Chaling at the current consciousness node, which is enough to exert the power to suppress S-level ghosts.

Of course, the S-level supernatural here does not refer to such horrible existences as ghost paintings and ghost paintings, but the level of undeveloped starving ghosts, borrowing ghosts, and epidemic ghosts.

But enough.

Wang Chaling thought of the coffin in Dadong City, and relied on miscellaneous methods to suppress it, but he could barely slow down the speed of being "looted". This power came at the right time.

In addition, in addition to the influence of consciousness and memory, the supernatural power of this scripture also acts on the ghost controlled by Wang Chaling. The effect is somewhat similar to that of Shimen, which can suppress the ghost, but there is a slight difference in the process.

Shimen's supernatural power directly suppresses the ghost and makes it fall into silence. Although this scripture also makes the ghost fall into silence, it stimulates the ghost after falling into silence and restores it to an active state, even on the verge of recovery. , it will directly enter the dead state.

Li Gui fluctuated back and forth between the two states of recovery and death. In a sense, this is a very rare experience.

After all, ordinary people are only faced with a revival of a ghost, and it is not certain whether they can survive, let alone jump around like Wang Chaling.

"It turns out that there is no need to think about the ghost's recovery at all, and the wanton use of supernatural power is actually this feeling." Wang Chaling gradually realized Ye Zhen's happiness.

Although deception and modification are good, they are not substitutes for death. Similar methods can be used, but the effect will never be exactly the same.

He doesn't need to worry about the recovery of the ghost on weekdays, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have to face this problem all the time. He deceived the host of the ghost, a ghost driver with the surname Gao, so he thought he could trick himself into becoming a ghost. It turned out to be a ghost, but without human consciousness.

The former driver of the modified ghost, who could be called a strong man in the past era, relied on the modified characteristics to ignore the supernatural recovery, and finally died of the ghost's recovery, and was imprisoned and dismembered by the Wang family.

The fact that the issue of Li Gui's recovery is not disclosed does not mean that there is no such thing. Therefore, although Wang Chaling's use of his supernatural powers is crazy, in fact, he has always grasped a certain degree. It is really rare to be able to use supernatural powers as he does now, without having to think about recovery at all. .

The scriptures have two effects, the latter is a good thing, the former is a nuisance.

This trouble is not unsolvable, after all, it is just a risk of "degeneration". The root cause is that Wang Chaling failed to understand the meaning of the scriptures, which made it difficult to absorb the internal spirituality and affected consciousness.

What he has to do now is to use his own consciousness to "fit" the rhythm of the scriptures to the greatest extent, and then use supernatural powers to ensure that he does not get lost in it, so as to reduce the risk of "falling".

It's easy to say, but it's not easy to do. Even with supernatural powers, Wang Chaling can only do a small part of it without touching the power of consciousness.

But enough.

As time passed by, Wang Chaling's complexion was sometimes painful, sometimes awakened, and he would scratch his scalp from time to time.

The scriptures in his mind stopped abruptly, and Wang Chaling immediately opened his eyes, regardless of other things, and rolled down from the futon.

next moment.

The stagnant voice sounded again, the Taoist on the stage opened and closed his mouth, his tone was inexplicable, it was full of noise, just like entering the Shangqing Hall.

Wang Chaling looked at the eighth position, which belonged to him. The unique spirit of the dead was superimposed on that body, and there was a hint of ferocity on the identical face. two.

Modifications, deceit, dead souls, ghosts... almost all the superficial and hidden things have been reproduced, and the only uncertainty is the blood curse.

Because Wang Chaling couldn't investigate.

"To a certain extent, leaving a phantom here is considered a loser, but the loss is not so complete." Wang Chaling's eyes stayed on the high platform, which was much higher than the one his grandfather saw. Less, but a lot of "materials" need to be consumed.

Throwing away these useless thoughts, Wang Chaling finally looked at the long sword hanging from the four corners. Wang Chaling walked slowly across the high platform. The wall made of white jade gradually twisted, and a hole formed. The hole was connected with the "familiar" bluestone of Wang Chaling the way.

He walked over directly, and in an instant, the Shangqing Palace behind him disappeared. A winding path looked down, and the clouds and mist filled the air, making it difficult for people to peek into the reality below.

Wang Chaling didn't care either, as I said before, on this mountain, everything must follow the rules. As long as you follow the rules and don't care about some miscellaneous things, you can avoid many crises lurking on this mountain.

With the guardian of the dead at his side, he went up along the bluestone road and came to the depths. The ghosts on the road seemed to be suppressed by clouds and mist, and the rest disappeared.

Can't say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing.

In short, Wang Chaling didn't have to resist other ghosts, he just had to pay attention to his surroundings, his speed was much faster, and he could cross forty or fifty stone stairs in one breath.

minutes.

The vertical distance from the foot of the mountain is 500 meters.

Yuqing Palace.

It suddenly appeared in front of Wang Chaling's eyes.

The door of the hall was wide open, and strangely shaped human-shaped white jade statues were scattered scattered inside the hall. Most of them had ferocious faces, while some had calm faces.

The postures were even more weird, some fell to the ground, some faced upwards, some stood on one foot, and some showed a forward posture, their entire bodies were suspended in the air, but they did not fall.

In the center of the main hall, there is a wooden table with a chessboard on it, two stools on both sides of the table, and an "old man" is already sitting on the stool to the right of the gate.

This person was not covered by any strange things, but when Wang Chaling looked at him, his image could not be formed in his mind, only the white hair could leave a memory, even if he used his own supernatural power and dead soul This is also the result of going to observe, so he subjectively thinks that the other party is an old man.

"A ghost that can't be observed...can't be seen?" Wang Chaling murmured. Of course, there is no absolutely invisible thing in the world. If there is, it can only be that your supernatural power is not enough to support you to see it.

For example, Wang Chaling now.

However, if you can't observe it, you can't observe it. Wang Chaling is very self-aware, and he doesn't force things into trouble, so he goes directly to the other side and sits down.

There was a piece of yellowed paper on the table, and beside it was a writing brush that had been dipped in ink, but strangely, there was no ink stain on the area around the writing brush.

Wang Chaling picked up the brush, flattened the paper, and wrote on it stroke by stroke. A few minutes later, Wang Chaling handed the paper with hundreds of characters written on it to the "old man" in front of him.

The way to pass through the Yuqing Palace is very simple.

Play a game of chess with this invisible ghost in front of you, the rules can be decided by yourself, as long as you win in the end, you can pass through this hall.

As for losing?

Not a big problem.

If you are strong enough to carry Yu Ruyi above the main hall, no matter whether you force your way through or retreat, there is no problem.

It's just that she is not strong enough to hold Yu Ruyi's supernatural powers, so she will end up like those white jade statues, staying here forever.

The "old man" took the paper handed over by Wang Chaling, but he couldn't see any movement, only the chessboard changed for a while, and the chessboard and chess were transformed into a Go board and a Go board.

Wang Chaling glanced behind him, and the ghost of his grandfather came up immediately. Playing chess with ghosts does not depend solely on his own chess skills.

At the end of the day.

Everything is spoken by supernatural powers.

The rule chosen by Wang Chaling is a popular rule in this era, black first and white second, the two sides alternately play chess, and the one with the most surrounded land wins.

Li Gui plays black and Wang Chaling plays white, which are assigned "randomly". In addition, because black goes first, white chess must be posted at the end of the game.

As soon as he picked up a chess piece, Wang Chaling's expression suddenly changed. There was something wrong with the chess piece. His hand holding the chess piece quickly turned black, but stopped abruptly at the wrist. Afterwards, Wang Chaling fiercely played the chess piece. Throw down the stick, and pick up a few more.

"So the game starts before the chess is finished?" The Wang family's generation didn't need to go through the Yuqing Palace. They knew about this place, but not much.

The same is true for Mr. Qin. The prerequisite for talking to the future to obtain information is that the future Mr. Qin has also been to this place, or heard someone mention it. Otherwise, will he conjure up information out of thin air?
The human skin paper said a little bit at the beginning, and then simply pretended to be dead, allowing Wang Chaling to threaten, but refused to reveal any information.

Wang Chaling's information about this place comes mostly from Ghost Temple and Zhangdong, but these two, no matter whether they are reliable or not, have one characteristic - they like to be riddlers and don't tell the whole thing.

The information is generally available, such as the customs clearance methods of the first two halls, but the details are vague, true and false, and difficult to distinguish.

Like this chess piece.

Every chess piece contains a supernatural power, and they are not weak. Of the dozen or so chess pieces just taken, the strongest ones are at the level of A-level ghosts.

If it wasn't for the blessing of the dead souls, would he just use his own supernatural powers to control these chess pieces?
Shaking his head, Wang Chaling didn't think about it any more, Li Gui had already made a move, he couldn't delay, an illusory arm appeared to cover his arm, his palm gradually turned black, he picked up a chess piece and placed it on it.

The superimposed ghosts moved towards the chessboard, fighting against the ghosts that had already been covered, and the positions of the fallen chess pieces kept changing.

In the distance, a small incense burner emerged, a piece of incense was inserted in it, and there were sparks at the top, and white smoke rose up, lingering for a long time.

The supernatural power acts on the chessboard, which changes every moment. The balance of victory fluctuates endlessly. There is no standard. Even if Wang Chaling and Li Gui go down to the end of his life, as long as the stability of the chessboard cannot be guaranteed, victory cannot be won.

Perhaps this kind of trickery is very common in other spiritual places, but it is absolutely impossible in this Taoist temple that pays great attention to "rules" and "fairness".

That incense is the guarantee of this chess game.

Twelve hours, what is the situation of the chess game at the moment of extinguishing, determines the outcome of the two.

This is a chess game that consumes energy but has to be played.

In addition, this rule did not come from Zhang Dong and the others, but was actively transmitted to Wang Chaling by the ghost in front of him. The integration of the memory was caught off guard, and it was over before Wang Chaling even noticed it.

"I'm used to all kinds of traps and harms of Li Gui, this kind of "rule" and "fairness" is really strange to people, so strange that it makes people a little scared."

Wang Chaling looked at the chess game in front of him, his eyes were a little blurred, but his mind was still clear, and the falling of each chess piece was delayed as much as possible.

The more chess pieces on the chessboard, the more difficult it is to control the chess game. There is no need to play all the chess pieces that can be played at the beginning, and use all your supernatural power to kill ghosts.

Even if Li Gui's power is not much different from Wang Chaling's now, but Li Gui is immortal after all, and there is no need to pay the price, Wang Chaling can't afford it.

…………

J city.

The blue-black haze that is representative of the Hungry Ghost Ghost Domain has disappeared for several days, but the vacated place is still not peaceful.

Paper gray, fluorescent.

It almost covers the entire city j, or not just city j.

The ghost painting is very complicated, and every painting can become a derivative of its ghost. Even if the main body stays in J City, it doesn't mean that those derivatives will be invalid.

Zhang Xianguang's restrictive methods have become ineffective as the plague ghost grows again and again, and the weird fluorescence has spread to all parts of the world through those derivative paintings.

(End of this chapter)