I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 565: Daytime, the Magical Use of Scriptures (5k)

In the normal world, construction is carried out on both sides simultaneously and connected in the middle. Whether it is building roads, digging tunnels, or building bridges, it is the most direct way to save time.

But that requires a lot of preliminary preparation, geological exploration, design plans, constant calculations, and repeated verification to ensure that there are no problems.

However, it is basically impossible to build a road from the wilderness to the human world. However, it is still possible to achieve this goal indirectly by building a road to the underworld which is changing in itself and taking advantage of the changing characteristics of the underworld itself.

However, this thing, which is both a bridge and a road, and to some extent a tunnel, cannot be prepared in advance.

I can only confirm many things during repairs.

The space here is not normal in itself, so the slightest deviation will lead to a huge mistake.

The road they built did not lead to the underworld, but was the temporary place where the millions of souls that Wen Yan had taken away before stayed.

There is no place in the world that can temporarily accommodate these millions of souls, and no one dares to allow these millions of souls to gather.

At that time, Wen Yan temporarily settled them in this area. As long as he was at home, he would come here every night to perform routine prayers for the dead.

The scripture for salvation that Wen Yan learned at the time didn't seem to be magical at all and could only be used for salvation.

During the daily prayers for the souls of Heishan at that time, Wen Yan was already very familiar with the prayer text and could recite it fluently without having to think.

After that, when I was at home, I would come here every night to pray for the soul to be reborn, which was basically as difficult as taking a walk after dinner.

Several months passed, and this area, which originally had no Yang energy at all, the Yang energy left by Wen Yan was suppressed by the external environment and could only settle here. Over time, it finally became more and more.

By the way, when Wen Yan emits Yang energy every day, he is also performing a ritual of salvation. The power of the scriptures is also deposited into the Yang energy here and cannot dissipate naturally.

These powers are indeed of little killing power to the dead souls here, as they have long been accustomed to Wen Yan's yang energy.

Every day some dead souls are liberated, dispelling the last bit of resentment in their hearts.

In fact, with the passage of time, many dead souls dissipate here on their own without the need for salvation. When the dead souls have let go of their resentment, the remaining power here is enough to complete the salvation.

However, it does not cause any harm to the souls here, and can even give them the power of peace. However, it can cause huge damage to those monsters such as ghosts that are paving the way here.

Those monsters cannot understand salvation, cannot understand how to dispel the resentment in their hearts and let their souls rest in peace. In the deeply rooted concepts over there, their understanding of death is completely different from that of ghosts in the modern world.

They cannot comprehend the concept of salvation and do not understand it at all.

However, those craftsmen who accidentally fell into the wilderness understood and agreed.

As soon as they entered here, they felt the negative energy that had been deposited in their bodies for many years, and the thick and insoluble smell of decay, were slowly dissipating. Of course, their strength was also slowly dissipating.

But they don't care about this so-called power at all, they just want to rest in peace.

As wisps of black air dissipated in the remaining yang energy and power of salvation here, the leading craftsman looked in another direction.

That should have been the direction for them to return to their home. If possible, he certainly hoped to rest in peace in his hometown.

However, when he thought about bringing these monsters with him, his hometown and his descendants might be skinned and drained by these monsters, becoming toys to be slaughtered at will, he gave up the idea from the very beginning.

He knew how powerful those monsters were. He didn't think that the imperial army could be a match for those overwhelming and fearless monsters.

At that time, this group of craftsmen were implicated by their superiors and sentenced to death.

But their families, young and old, are still there.

He still remembered that his youngest son had just been born not long ago, and what was rare was that the little guy was very strong, able to eat and sleep, and had never been sick since birth.

I guess there wasn't any war at that time, so his youngest son should have been able to grow up smoothly, right?

If he had children later, his bloodline might be passed on. Anyway, no matter what time it was, the master above would never lack craftsmen.

If you are a craftsman and have land at home, then at least you can have food to eat.

Not only the leading craftsman, but other craftsmen have also imagined more than once what would happen to them after their death.

There weren't many things that could keep them going.

The black gas emanating from the craftsmen gradually dissipated. When it was almost gone, some ghosts appeared in the distance.

Among those ghosts, there was a bold one who came over, looked at the craftsmen, and sat in front of the stone platform. His expression gradually became peaceful, and the dark aura in his eyes also dissipated.

The ghost who came over breathed a sigh of relief.

"Chinese people?"

"Brother, are you from Baliqiao, Ruzhou, also crashed into this isolated island?"

I could roughly understand what the ghost said. It sounded a bit like Hakka, but there was no problem with normal communication.

They had just seen a few ghosts from afar. When they saw these craftsmen ghosts came here on their own initiative, as if seeking salvation, and the uncomfortable power on their bodies dissipated, they sent someone over.

His clothing was obviously ancient, and judging by his figure and appearance, he was most likely from Shenzhou. When I came over to ask, it turned out to be him.

After a brief exchange of words, it became clear that these ghosts fell into that place for some reason after their death. It was not clear how long they had been there, nor how much time had passed, but it was estimated to be at least several decades.

The ghost who came over didn't dare to say it directly, you may have been dead for hundreds of years.

In the other party's mind, maybe their grandchildren are still alive, this is just a thought.

If you tell the other person that your great-grandson may have been dead for hundreds of years, he might immediately lose his temper.

As a ghost, I know best that many ghosts can maintain a clear consciousness, and that is really just relying on a thought to support them.

The craftsman did not hide what happened before and told the whole story directly. He just wanted these ghosts not to drive them away and let them rest here in peace.

When Apia heard this, he immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, but they couldn't contact Wen Yan.

If it weren't for Wen Yan, this isolated island would probably not be discovered even after a thousand years.

They really hated the road that suddenly appeared, and they hated even more those strange-looking monsters that looked like ghosts but were not ghosts.

Things have come to this point, and they can't change anything, and they don't want those monsters to come into the world.

Many, many of them still have relatives and friends who are still alive, and people they care about who are still alive.

"Just wait. As long as Xingjun is free, he will definitely come over. Let Xingjun make the decision next time."

After hearing this, the craftsman was filled with trepidation. The person he saw in a trance just now must be the star god that these ghosts mentioned.

The Yang energy did not harm Apia. He had found this incredible before, but after coming here and experiencing it personally, he realized that it must be that the star god was very special.

Is he a star god who descended from heaven?
Since he turned into a ghost after his death and those monsters appeared, gods must be real.

The craftsmen were very uneasy, fearing that when the star god came, he would find out that they had built the road here and would be very angry.

Several craftsmen stayed here and refused to leave. The power that had settled in their bodies was purified.

The monsters outside felt the craftsman's power dissipate, and they thought that the craftsman had disintegrated and died like the monsters before him.

After the news was passed back, Three Eyes was extremely angry. It was a good opportunity, but now it was completely awkward.

Without the road builders, they would have to build the road themselves, but they would never find the right direction even if they spent 10,000 years.

On the other side, Wen Yan was still waiting.

I waited and waited, until daybreak, but nothing happened.

Wen Yan felt a little embarrassed standing at the end of the dead end. Could it be that he had analyzed as fiercely as a tiger, but in fact he guessed everything wrong?
Could it be that all the forces have gone to the East China Sea and there is nothing coming to Dalukou at all?

I looked at the time. It was already eight o'clock in the morning. The sun had risen long ago. Now was the time for the living.

Even if there is something trying to rush out from the intersection, choosing this time would be completely inappropriate.

The Yang energy outside will become stronger and stronger, and will reach its peak during the noon hours.

In this situation, it is normal for weaker ghosts to dare to wander around and disappear on the spot.

After waiting for another hour, at nine o'clock, Wen Yan walked out from downstairs and looked up at the sky.

It was a cloudless sunny day, and it even felt a little hot. The Yang energy in the air was obviously stronger than in the previous two months. Maybe some people in Yuzhou had already started wearing short sleeves.

Wen Yan took out his cell phone and checked the news. Everything was stable everywhere except Tuoba Wushen who was still floating in the East China Sea.

In the center of the floating island in the East China Sea, a vortex of black matter continuously emerged. After daytime, it began to weaken and showed a tendency to completely solidify. According to speculation, it would completely solidify before noon.

The fleet has already surrounded the area and is ready to send people to take samples for research as soon as the liquid solidifies.

"Daytime" is the strongest buff, and it is an environmental buff with extreme coverage.

When Wen Yan saw the news from the black box that the situation on the island country had calmed down, he knew that everything would be fine at least during the day.

He returned to the main intersection and checked again, and sure enough, there was nothing wrong.

When he reached the end of the dead end, he carefully sensed it and found nothing was wrong, so he jumped down and sank into the darkness.

It just so happened that I had been running around for more than a month teaching boxing, and the progress of the salvation of the millions of dead souls was lagged behind.

Since I'm here, I might as well go and take a look.

He fell into the dark waters, moving rapidly in the water, unable to see. No light could penetrate here, and he could only rely on direction for guidance.

We reached the shore and after getting ashore, we found that there were ghosts waiting there.

After listening to the brief explanation from the ghost waiting here, Wen Yan roughly guessed the cause and effect.

How could he have guessed that these ghostly fellows would use a high-end method of construction on both sides simultaneously and then connect them in the middle, and then fail miserably?
Wen Yan was dumbfounded, what was this?
It turns out that one should not overestimate the opponent. Even in a different world, a makeshift team would still be suitable for some occasions.

According to the information we have obtained so far, the other party is obviously very suitable to be called a makeshift team.

How could the key technical personnel be allowed to die?

This is crazy.

When Wen Yan arrived at the place where sutras were usually chanted for the salvation of souls, he saw those ghosts.

The person he was dressed in looked very much like the portrait Wen Yan had seen in a museum before, and he indeed looked like a craftsman working on the front line.

He felt that these ghosts did not have much power, but they still had some of the same aura as those monsters, which should be the result of being in the same environment for a long time.

Inferring in reverse, the other party must have been staying in a place with little yang energy for a long time, otherwise he would not have reacted so strongly to the little bit of yang energy that he had left here.

Wen Yan waved to the craftsmen and asked them to come over.

The other party's words sounded strange, and it felt like they were from Jinling, but these craftsmen said they were from Ruzhou. If I remember correctly, this seemed to be in Zhongyuan County, right?

Of course, changes in accents and many changes in word meanings are very normal. There are also people in China who are involved in research in this area.

When the craftsmen Pia saw Wen Yan, just by feeling the yang energy naturally emanating from Wen Yan, they felt as if they were about to be liberated.

Knowing that Wen Yan was the star god who could save their souls, they naturally told him everything they knew. There was nothing to hide anyway.

Wen Yan used his mobile phone to record the conversation. He was afraid that he might have misunderstood some of the words, so he saved a copy first.

On the other side, it is indeed the wilderness, which is the darkest and darkest area among all the wild places.

The environment in the wild is too harsh. In some places, the climate changes so drastically that you can experience everything from water turning into ice to the scorching heat drying up the earth in just one day.

If these ghosts want to survive for a long time, they can only live in that dark and least competitive territory.

This time, the three-eyed monster that controlled the craftsman got the information from somewhere, and someone even gave him guidance, so that he could build a road directly on the other side and try to connect to the underworld.

The Three Eyes is just one of the forces. It has nothing to do with the one in the Cloud Sea Rift, and it’s not even the same wave as the one in the East China Sea.

Wen Yan listened to the words of the craftsman Apia and wrote down the information.

The authenticity of this information needs to be determined by the craftsman himself. It is also possible that some of the information was problematic when the craftsman obtained it.

Wen Yan didn't believe it completely, but there was one thing he felt was probably true.

The remaining yang energy here contains a supernatural power that can be used against those monsters.

There were many ghosts here, and they all saw that when those monsters came from the road and approached the isolated island under their feet, they actually showed obvious fear. Some monsters' bodies directly disintegrated under this force.

He used to really think that "The Great Mysterious Sutra of the Five Refinings of the Living Corpse" could only help with salvation.

I don't know if it's because he used it too much, recited it too much, and became extremely familiar with it, but finally under his power, some things that didn't exist originally were derived.

The number of souls he has liberated using this scripture has reached one hundred thousand.

If Wen Yan hadn't come here and heard about this, he really would never have thought of this.

It's impossible for him to find a place to sit down and recite some sutras for salvation while fighting with the enemy, right?

After continuing to chat with the craftsmen and recording information, Wen Yan continued to sit on the stone platform and began today's salvation.

The craftsmen's ghosts were close to them. Except for the leading craftsman, the other craftsmen's ghosts soon had a look of relief on their faces and slowly floated up. Their figures became more and more blurred, and finally disappeared completely.

Only the leading craftsman, A Piao, had not yet disappeared. The little bit of black that was still left in his eyes had completely disappeared, and his body had become erratic. All the power he had gained over there had dissipated.

Wen Yan looked at the craftsman and saw that the ghost had not yet dissipated, so he asked.

"What unfulfilled wishes do you have?"

It is impossible for him to bring back a few ghosts who may have been dead for hundreds of years. Even if these ghosts may know some information, they may not be able to express it clearly or remember the details for a while.

He wanted to confirm whether what these craftsmen said was true, and there was only one simple way to verify it.

Use the most ordinary salvation power to save them. If what they say is true and their words are consistent, then given that they have a strong reaction to the residual power, they will definitely be saved.

If there is fraud, and they resist themselves, the salvation may fail.

Seeing that the leading craftsman had not been liberated, Wen Yan asked first.

The leading craftsman said with some trepidation.

"At the beginning, there were more than a dozen brothers who appeared near those monsters with me, but most of them were killed by monsters over the years. We agreed that if anyone can survive and go back with great luck, we will help them convey a message to their families."

"You should know that it's been a long time, and the person may no longer be here."

"I know it may have been decades ago, but maybe their descendants are still around. I would like to ask Lord Xingjun for help."

"You say it."

The leading craftsman began to read out the names.

"Wang Wulang is from Ruzhou. His family lives in Dayuying Village. He wants to tell his family that he was rewarded with a piece of jade when he worked for the boss of the Ministry of Industry. He buried it under the peach tree in the backyard of the old house. If his family encounters difficulties, he can dig it out and pawn it."

"Wang Xiaomeng, from Ruzhou, lives in Koujia Village..."

The leading craftsman read out nearly twenty names in one breath. If each person wanted to stay, some would have to do more, some would have to do less.

When the leader finished reading, I immediately felt embarrassed.

"Master Xingjun, isn't this too much trouble..."

"It's okay. I'll remember that you're not among these people, right?"

"No, my name is Wang Sandu. I don't really have any wishes. Before I die, I have arranged everything that needs to be arranged, and I have told my family everything that needs to be told.

I just feel that our brothers died unjustly back then.

It's been too long and there's no point in overturning the verdict. I would like to ask Xingjun for a favor and ask if he can talk to the people in the court.

When recording the county annals, could you have recorded one more thing? We have no idea what happened.

After we died and saw that dog official, we realized that we had never done the jobs that were meant to get us executed.”

(End of this chapter)