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Chapter 119 (Supplementary)

The other two illusion spaces each have Kang Muang's separate thoughts, which help Gao Shou and Shangguan Baitu realize the root of the problem.

In terms of the stability of the spiritual platform and the emotional state of mind, these two people from Da Chongjiu are much stronger than Zhao Sanyuan.

Of course, if there is no 'external force' to stimulate them, they will also sink into the underworld illusion, but when Kang Muang's thoughts appeared, both of them were enlightened and woke up instantly.

The real memories came back like a flood. In a daze, we were already standing side by side on the road to Huangquan. Looking back on everything that happened before, I was full of fear. I couldn't imagine the serious consequences of not being able to break the illusion.

The rest of their lives after the disaster felt turbulent. After the two looked at each other, they both realized that the danger of going back to hell was more terrifying than imagined.

"Three yuan?"

Shangguan Baitu looked around, his expression getting more and more anxious.

Lao Yanggao, who has a stable Lingtai, is trapped in the illusion. I believe that few people in this world can withstand it. If Kang Muang and Liu Mangfan had not used some method to make the former interfere with the illusion, they would never be able to get out. , sinking deeper and deeper.

Since Kang Muang's telepathy can interfere at the same time, it means that Zhao Sanyuan also has a telepathy warning.

Several people walked on the road to hell, but Zhao Sanyuan did not appear at the moment, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Go back and find him." Shangguan White Rabbit actually rushed towards the sea of ​​flowers on one side.

He must still be in there!
It must be trapped inside a certain flower!

"calm down!"

Fortunately, Gao Shou firmly held Shangguan Baitu's wrist to prevent this almost mindless suicide.

"Although I don't know what method the two brothers above used to wake us up, but it must be some kind of extremely expensive method to disperse the thoughts and send them to the underworld. After finally rescuing us, you just go like this Send back?”

"But--"

"There is no but! The friendship between Kang Muang and Zhao Sanyuan is deeper than you think. I believe he will be able to wake Sanyuan up. Even if there is an accident, we must wait until we return to the earth to make long-term plans before taking action. In case you just rushed in What should I do if Sanyuan comes back when we are on the other side of the sea? With his temperament, he will do his best to get into danger again to save you!"

After saying that, without waiting for Shangguan Baitu to reply, he held her head high and pulled her forward.

If rushing into the sea of ​​flowers on the other side can really save Sanyuan, I will definitely rush in without hesitation at this moment, even if it means one life for another.

Unfortunately, the odds are even rarer than finding a needle in a haystack.

What he needs to do now is to send the rabbit back to the earth first. After walking out of the underworld, Sanyuan is still awake. At that time, he will go back and step into the sea of ​​flowers to find the slightest possibility.

It can also be called seeking death.

"He can definitely do it."

"He can definitely do it."

"He can definitely do it."

The silence on Huangquan Road is eerie.

Only Shangguan Baitu kept murmuring softly, and she allowed herself to be pulled forward with her head raised, her head lowered like a child who made mistakes.

fantasy space.

"Lao Kang, if you don't talk about this greasy and sensational stuff anymore, it's fucking disgusting."

Familiar tone, familiar back.

Although it was sarcasm and ridicule, hearing Kang Muang's ears was like the sound of nature, and his lonely eyes burst out with light again.

still have a chance!

As long as Sanyuan wakes up, there is still a chance for everything!

Countless black hands that represented the lonely ghosts had gradually wrapped around Kang Muang's body, but he was not afraid at all and closed his eyes with a smile.

Before, he saw clearly the image of Zhao Sanyuan when he was young. In addition to worry and anxiety, he also had a huge unintentional surprise.

Once upon a time, the little brother who played with him in the mountains has become a big boy.

Time flies, and the person you have been looking for seems to be far away, but in fact it is right in front of you.

It turns out your real name is Sanyuan.

It's a pity that I don't have the face to recognize him.

But it doesn't matter, just let me be by your side to protect you silently, just like you protected me back then.

Everything is the best arrangement.

The scene outside the wooden window began to burn and collapse.

Including Kang Mu Angzai and countless black hands, they were all swallowed up by the fire of karma and returned to nothingness.

At the same time, when Gao Shou and Shangguan White Rabbit passed the stone tablet and crossed Huangquan Road, the surrounding scene distorted and changed.

When he opened his eyes again, the two people in the soul state were already standing in front of the main hall of Medicine King Valley.

It was different from the imagined scene. At this time, countless lonely ghosts repeatedly attacked the palace door. Kang Muang, who had regained consciousness, was struggling to resist.

The unexpected turn of events shocked both Gao Shou and Shangguan Bai Rabbit, and they immediately realized that the evil spirits attracted by their suspended yang bodies.

There was no time to think too much for the time being, so Gao Shou decided to help Kang Muang resist these ghosts first.

Inside the main hall.

When Liu Mangfan shook the old copper bell again, the indescribable severe tinnitus made him unable to hear any sound, and he fell forward with a blur in front of his eyes.

But there was a satisfied smile on his lips.

Just like Gao Shou who saved Zhao Sanyuan.

"Old Liu! How are you, Old Liu!"

In the blur, Liu Mangfan seemed to see the souls of Gao Shou and Shangguan Baitu, and then uttered four words with his last consciousness.

"He's out."

Kang Muang understood the meaning of the words.

It must be said that Sanyuan has broken through the illusion and returned to the road to hell. As long as he is not defeated by his own desire again, it is only a matter of time before he walks out of the road to hell.

"I just said that three yuan will definitely work!" Gao Shou was overjoyed, "Brother Kang, please send me and Rabbit back to our Yang bodies quickly, and then we can protect three yuan together!"

Kang Muang responded with action.

Holding your breath and concentrating, you stepped out of the main hall's threshold with your feet on the seven-star Tiangang.

First pinch the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique.

Then pinch the Yin Five Thunder Technique.

"The thunderous lightning fills the void, and the thunderbolt fills the void."

"The leader of the army has thirty million, and the black sky is in the clouds."

"Like the thousand-moon wheel of the Milky Way, I will slay the dragon with my hair spread out."

"The trumpeting ghost is afraid of being photographed and avoids the fighting wind, and the roaring light hits the emperor's bell."

The thunder and lightning in the left palm are moving away, and the light is blooming.

Kang Muang knelt down on one knee and smashed the bluestone beneath his feet with the Yin Wu Lei Jue.

In an instant, countless cyan thunders like spider webs surged outwards, and the snow exploded wherever they passed. Any ghosts who came into contact with the Yin Wu thunder were all scattered, clearing the passage in front of the main hall.

The thunder method lasted only a moment, as fleeting as the thunder in the sky.

Kang Muang could no longer control the qi and blood churning in his body and spurted it out in one gulp.

His vitality had already been damaged during the previous fight with Liao Shengnu. Later, in order to save Zhao Sanyuan, he forced the Five Thunder Heavenly Hearts to rectify the law, and was kicked by a donkey, further injuring him.

At this moment, urging the thunder method is completely at the expense of consuming Yangshou.

"quick--"

How dare Gaoshou and Shangguan Baitu waste this great opportunity? After spotting the opening, they went straight to their own yang bodies in the main hall.

Kang Muang, who was severely injured, forced himself to cheer up and help the two souls return to their places.

"When the Supreme Being preaches the sermon, the golden bell strikes the jade sound."

"Hundreds of filth are hidden in nine places, guarding the Lingtai Courtyard."

"The sky is full ofpox, and the rain is shaking and the drums are shaking."

"The Dharma fruit shakes the harp, and the eight clouds shine brightly."

"The soul of the wing servant protects and clarifies the inside and outside."

"Zhaochen is out of trouble, Huanghuang will not be alarmed."

Following Kang Muang's spell, Gaoshou's soul drifted into his yang body along the red line on the lamp, while Shangguan White Rabbit followed the red line on the female grass man's wrist and entered his yang body.

The eyelids moved slightly, and the two people quickly opened their eyes, and their souls completely returned to their places.

The first thing they felt was a strong sense of hunger, but the two of them struggled to get up and prepare to help Lao Kang, regardless of whether they could bother to cook.

but.

Can't get up.

The two of them could only move their fingers, let alone stand up, and they didn't even have the energy to fart.

If Liu Mangfan was still conscious, he would definitely prevent the two of them from simply returning to their weak Yang bodies. Once they return, they will not be able to help at all. They are not as useful as in the soul state.

However, Lao Liu was already unconscious, and he was the only one who understood the specific routines before and after going to the underworld.

Therefore, Kang Muang, exhausted both physically and mentally, has to face the remaining ghosts alone.

"Smoke is starting to rise in my tall thatched house!" Lao Kang almost couldn't hold back the curse. He looked at the lonely ghosts gathering outside the hall again, and knew whether he could hold on until the three yuan came back, he could only rely on himself.

The thunder method will definitely not be used, even if it is forced to activate at the cost of life.

The talismans were even more exhausted, and the last cinnabar was completely used up to consolidate the lamp array.

Kang Muang leaned on the threshold with difficulty, his eyes determined.

"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth is the root of all energy."

"Cultivation for thousands of kalpas will prove my magical powers."

Activate the golden light spell again.

It is invisible to ordinary people, but in the eyes of lonely ghosts, Kang Muang gradually becomes a golden man with golden light.

The right hand points to the sword, and the left hand stands in front of the door with the Ghost Forbidden Technique.

Too many lonely souls and wild ghosts have been killed tonight, including dozens of them.

In order to keep Sanyuan's way back, he would not hesitate to destroy as many ghosts as possible.

Inside the hall.

Although Gaoshou and Shangguan Baitu, who were unable to move, could not see what was happening outside, they knew from the sound that Kang Muang had risked his life.

If it were in its heyday, Kang Muang would have no problem dealing with all the ghosts within a hundred miles.

However, he was on the verge of losing strength at any moment, and he was holding on with just one breath.

Sorry for the first time!

Both of them regretted their decision to return to the Yang body, but it was too late.

The fighting and shouting continued for a long time.

Suddenly, Shangguan Baitu felt a few cold breaths rushing towards Zhao Sanyuan's body lying next to him.

Oops!

Didn't keep it!
The sound of heavy footsteps came closer and closer, and the outside world could no longer feel the cold atmosphere emanating from the evil spirits.

Kang Muang fell down next to the coffin, his shoulders shaking slightly, and his sobs almost inaudible.

He looked at the silver needle cloth bag in his hand and fell into a great struggle and hesitation for a moment.

In the end, he failed to hold on, and a few cunning ghosts took advantage of the loophole and entered Sanyuan's Yang body.

The only way left now is to use the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate to force out the ghosts running around inside. However, this is accompanied by great risks. There is a high probability that the only soul left in Sanyuan's body will be forced out at the same time. All is said and done, there is no room for maneuver.

Wait?
Or wait?

Kang Muang, who was choking, was rarely selfish for once.

He just wanted to talk to Sanyuan again, even if it was just one sentence.

"Lao Kang, did you pull your pants? Come to your senses. I'm back. Hurry and stuff me back."

Kang Muang turned around suddenly, his eyes were filled with joy and sadness. He had thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to say, but after looking at each other, he ducked away guiltily.

He regretted and felt more wronged than anyone else for not keeping his good brother's body, and there was not much time to waste at the moment, so he could only say with a sad face: "You came back late."

"???"

Zhao Sanyuan was confused and couldn't figure out what this sentence meant for a while.

After Kang Muang briefly explained the process and final solution, Zhao Sanyuan did not hesitate at all.

"You talk nonsense every day. If you have a way, do it, but you can only succeed and not fail, otherwise I will not let you go even if I am a ghost!"

Kang Muang nodded firmly.

He was very satisfied to be able to meet and talk to his brother again, but he was definitely not satisfied for just a moment!
Calm down.

Kang Muang's fingers and wrists holding the silver needle did not tremble at all.

Even though his body and mind had already reached their limits, he was still draining all his potential to perform acupuncture for Sanyuan.

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is an extremely profound method. You must keep your mind free of distracting thoughts. If you are distracted in the slightest, you will taste the bitter consequences.

One stitch. Two stitches. Three stitches.
The feeling of mental exhaustion is getting heavier and heavier.

Seven needles, eight needles, nine needles
ten stitches
Eleven stitches.
Kang Muang's spirit began to blur, and he vaguely seemed to see the green mountains, green waters, forests and snowfields.

That was my younger self, my teenage years.

But unlike the childhood of other children, he was sick, a very serious disease called wind, and his body had to be covered with medicine and covered with dense bandages every day.

At first, in order to save their lives, my parents worked almost day and night without rest to earn money to buy medicine and hire a doctor.

Until the mine collapsed and he was buried there forever.

After learning the news of the death of his parents, he was not sad, because without the maintenance of medicine, he would soon be able to accompany his parents.

However, a wandering master suddenly came to visit and asked if he would be cured of his illness in exchange for learning skills from him.

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded in agreement, because the master said that as long as the illness is cured, he can burn paper money for his parents, otherwise they will live a very miserable life in the underworld.

After that, I went to live in seclusion in the mountains with the master. After about half a year, my condition improved a little, and I sneaked out of the mountains and went to nearby villages and towns, hoping to exchange food for some paper money and ingots.

But he didn't know how terrifying he was in the eyes of ordinary people with his appearance covered in bandages and the strong smell of medicine.

As expected, he was beaten, kicked, ridiculed and insulted by many children, some were teenagers, some were seven or eight years old.

I don't blame them. If I do, I can only blame myself for causing trouble to others. If I can exchange it for paper money and ingots to pay homage to my parents, the pain is nothing.

until.

his appearance.

A boy with unkempt hair and ragged clothes, about four or five years old, was holding a tattered wooden sword in his hand.

He rushed into the crowd and slashed left and right, protecting himself behind him. Even if he faced children much older than him, even if he was outnumbered, and even if he was beaten with a bruised nose and face, he did not retreat at all.
"Old Kang! Did you stick it in the wrong place!?"

An exclamation next to him interrupted Kang Muang's thoughts and brought him back to reality. After he reacted, the No. 11 needle inserted half an inch into the Shenmai point. Zhao Sanyuan's penis began to shake violently, and foam came out of his mouth. .

Kang Muang suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his face instantly became extremely pale and bloodless.

Success and failure!

His mind went blank, and the mountain-like pressure and regret completely defeated Kang Muang's psychological defense. He stared blankly at Zhao Sanyuan's soul, like a helpless and frightened child who couldn't even say a word. come out.

"It's okay, Old Kang. People make mistakes and horses make mistakes. You are already powerful enough." Zhao Sanyuan saw Lao Kang with this attitude for the first time and was frightened. He was more afraid of old age than not being able to return to his Yang body. Kang was so crazy, so he quickly organized some words of comfort, "If it weren't for you, I would still be sinking into the fantasy world of hell. Look away and open up the situation. If you become a supporter in the future, I will be the king of monuments for you." "

Be a bastard monument king!
If Kang Muang was destined to be an immortal, he would have established an immortal hall long ago!
He can only be a lonely ghost, and the probability of becoming an ordinary Qingfeng ghost is extremely low without any relatives or friends.

If I had known that this would be the outcome, I might as well stay in the underworld and see if I could be a gatekeeper under King Chu Jiang by saying something nice. Anyway, this world is full of rags and rags, and it is not as quiet as the underworld.

It's a pity that some things and promises cannot be completed.

Whether the master is dead or alive, the whereabouts of Changxingzi's body, whether Li Dongzhi will be murdered by Yiguandao again in the future, and where his childhood playmates and brothers are, etc.

Just like those ghosts who stand on the gazebo of the underworld and have countless obsessions, they are dead just like a passing cloud.

But what matters now is Lao Kang. He is still alive and his life cannot be ruined because of a single mistake. Besides, using the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is full of dangers and has a very low success rate. It is not his fault at all.

There was no response, Kang Muang still had a despairing and painful expression.

He originally thought that waiting for Zhao Sanyuan's soul to come back would at least have a guarantee, but when he really failed, he realized that killing his good brother's life with his own hands would be even more painful. And after knowing Zhao Sanyuan's identity, this kind of regret almost drove him crazy.

why?
why!
Why didn't you go to the underworld for Sanyuan?

If he hadn't been involved in the danger himself, there would never have been an accident!

Blame yourself!
It's all my fault!

Steady footsteps sounded from far to near.

The old janitor lady, who had been dozing, came over with her hands behind her back.

From beginning to end, she had a panoramic view of everything and was a complete bystander. It was not until Kang Muang used the thirteen needles of the ghost gate extremely skillfully at a young age that he attracted more attention from her.

Yes, it is an excellent seedling.

There are just a few flaws, but with a little polish it will become a valuable piece.

boom--

She kicked the stunned Kang Mu'ang to the ground, and the latter regained some consciousness after the pain, but before he could cry out in regret, the old lady stepped forward and snatched the silver needle cloth bag.

"Keep your glasses on."

"If you miss the eleventh needle, it seems like you have lost everything. The evil spirits are raging crazily in the Yang body, but this does not mean it is completely over. You can also find another way and continue intermittently."

"No. 11, change the needle point to Taiyi, insert the needle five inches and three points, and force the evil spirits running upwards down again."

The old lady's skills were as fast as lightning.

In Zhao Sanyuan's eyes, it was just like using chopsticks, and it was a bit too casual.

But in Kang Muang's eyes, it was completely the opposite. All the grief and regret were replaced by shock and surprise.

What was shocking was that the method of the other party's acupuncture was extremely weird, but it was definitely the Thirteen Acupuncture of the Ghost Gate.

To my surprise, as the acupuncture progressed, Sanyuan's yang body gradually became stable.

God has mercy!
still have a chance!

There is also the opportunity to go all the way side by side with my brothers!
　At Brother Meng's request, I perfected a chapter at the end of the second volume and decided to reveal some of the holes to be filled in advance. This is a small feedback.

　　
　
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