My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 568: Worldly Secrets
"That battle?"

"Lost?"

Jiang Xinghuo was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted. It seemed that he had come into contact with some... forgotten history unknown to outsiders?

"Master, are you saying that when the last secular civilization perished, you had a great war with others?"

Jiang Xinghuo hurriedly continued to ask deeper questions, with an expression on his face that showed he was determined to get to the bottom of the matter.

The old monk had no intention of hiding anything. He nodded, picked up a butter lamp next to him, adjusted the wick, and the flame became brighter.

Jiang Xinghuo only noticed it then.

Unexpectedly, dark golden scriptures and mantras were flowing on the old monk's withered skin. They flowed along his meridians like a stream, and transformed into the forms of Tantric deities, constantly flashing on the acupuncture points on his body.

This made Jiang Xinghuo feel a little strange.

The practice of Tantric Buddhism mainly focuses on the three channels and seven chakras, and never practices the twelve meridians and eight extraordinary meridians of the human body. Why is this old monk doing the exact opposite? ?
Is it possible that the Tantric practice methods in the secular world are different from those on Earth?
The old monk seemed to sense Jiang Xinghuo's gaze and doubts, and waved the butter lamp in front of him so that Jiang Xinghuo could see more clearly:
"This is a seal that I created by condensing the essence of both the exoteric and esoteric Buddhist sects, using my body as an offering. It can suppress all evil spirits and demons."

"The price is that you will never be able to leave this coffin, unless the day comes when your vitality is completely drained away."

The old monk spoke in a light and casual tone, as if he was discussing some trivial family matters.

But Jiang Xinghuo shuddered after hearing this.

This is equivalent to a prison, a permanent prison with no time limit. Unless the day of death comes, there will be no way to be free from this pain.

Looking at the old monk's lower body that was almost completely integrated with the coffin, Jiang Xinghuo found it hard to imagine how long the other party had persisted here.

In such a dim temple.

There was no other way to spend the time, and no one to talk to.

This kind of boredom alone can drive a person crazy.

But no one knows how many years this old monk has persisted here.

If it were me, I would have committed suicide long ago.

Jiang Xinghuo was thinking about these things in his mind when he saw the old monk's face suddenly change and he immediately blew out the butter lamp in his hand.

Then, all the butter lamps burning in the entire temple were extinguished at the same time, and the airtight temple was suddenly plunged into endless darkness.

Jiang Xinghuo was also shocked and subconsciously wanted to stand up.

But at this moment, a thin, warm hand quietly pressed on his shoulder. At the same time, the old monk's voice rang out in his heart:

"Don't move, don't make any sound, just let it be..."

Jiang Xinghuo pondered for a moment, then followed the old monk's instructions and sat back in his original seat without saying a word. Although he was full of doubts, he did not sense the slightest bit of malice from the old monk.

So, he just did what the other party said, without any rebellious heart trying to make himself unhappy.

Just like that, several minutes passed.

suddenly,

There was a sound of footsteps next to Jiang Xinghuo's ears! !
This made Jiang Xinghuo's scalp tingle. Could there be a third person in this temple? ?
The heavy footsteps echoed in the huge temple, bringing an indescribable pressure to Jiang Xinghuo, as if this unknown "person" in the darkness was wandering around him, but the footsteps came from a very far direction.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Jiang Xinghuo suddenly felt a chill coming towards him, and the sound of footsteps in the darkness gradually approached him.

After a moment, Jiang Xinghuo vaguely saw a pair of bare feet in front of him, emitting a strong stench.

"What the hell is this?"

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but feel a little scared. He resisted the urge to attack and just sat there motionless, holding his breath, pretending that he didn't see the pair of feet that appeared in front of him.

Because judging from the position of the feet, this 'person' was right in front of him, less than a meter away, and maybe he was looking down at him.

He wanted to activate his innate ability to see through things like seeing through fire, to see what the owner of these feet looked like.

But in the end, he suppressed his curiosity, closed his eyes and ignored the feet.

in this way,

About ten minutes passed.

The foul stench that lingered in my nose gradually disappeared.

Jiang Xinghuo opened his eyes and looked forward. The place where his feet were standing was now empty.

At the same time, the footsteps wandering around the temple gradually faded away, until finally the strange footsteps could no longer be heard.

"It's okay, it's gone..."

The old monk's voice sounded, and the butter lamp lit up again. The darkness in front of him suddenly turned into light, and Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

He noticed that where the pair of feet had just stood, there was a pair of wet footprints, with a lot of black soil and grass roots remaining.

"Master, what is that?"

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but turned around and asked.

"The ghost slaves wandering here are also the minions of those ancient ghosts and gods..."

The old monk put down the butter lamp in his hand, patted the coffin under him, and said:
"The corpse of an evil ghost is buried in this coffin. These ghost slaves wander around the temple all day long, hoping to find this coffin and release the evil ghost suppressed in it."

"Evil ghost?"

"The evil ghosts you are talking about are the six heavenly ghosts?"

Jiang Xinghuo asked tentatively.

"good……"

The old monk nodded and said:

"But I am referring to the most primitive six-day ghosts and gods, not those guys who are just filling in the numbers outside."

"Those so-called six-day ghosts and gods outside are just the ghost slaves of the original ghosts and gods."

“No matter in terms of strength or status, they cannot be compared with those most primitive six-day ghosts and gods.”

"The existence of those original six heavenly ghosts can even be traced back to the birth of this planet. They have existed for countless years before human civilization."

"They are cruel and bloodthirsty by nature, and regard all living beings in the secular world as cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs. Whenever a civilization has grown to its limit, these six-day ghosts and gods will come out to harvest it, thus completely exterminating the civilization."

"And our civilization was also harvested by the six-day ghost gods."

"But unlike the previously destroyed civilizations, we had the power to fight against them in our era. It was only at the last critical moment that we were betrayed by Fu Shuai Bao Yun and his men."

"Those few people, for their own status and selfishness, destroyed the origin of the Dao trace that protects the secular world."

"This also led to the failure of that war. In order to leave the spark of civilization for future generations, the old world masters had no choice but to sacrifice all living beings in the secular world, using the lives of thousands of creatures as the price to bury all the powerful primitive ghosts and gods." "And those primitive ghosts and gods who survived by chance were also forcibly suppressed by us old guys in the fragments of the cave heaven, hoping to rely on the power of time to permanently erase their consciousness..."

After listening to the old monk's story, Jiang Xinghuo had a new understanding of the extinction of the old secular world.

He learned from the old man in the ancestral hall of Taiping Ancient Town that the last civilization was destroyed by the end of the world.

But the old man did not explain how the end of the world came about. Perhaps it was because his strength was too weak, or perhaps the old man did not want to mention it and just passed it over in the style of the Spring and Autumn Period.

But now it seems that it is obviously not that simple. The so-called end of the world should be caused by the secular master of the old era.

In order to kill those six heavenly ghosts and gods, he caused a catastrophe that caused the collapse of the sky. At the cost of all living beings in the mortal world, he died together with those six heavenly ghosts and gods.

The Three Ghost Temple is a prison to suppress the surviving ghosts and gods.

"Master, how many ghosts and gods are suppressed here?"

Jiang Xinghuo asked again.

Such a huge Three Generations Ghost Temple cannot suppress just one six-day ghost, right?

Moreover, this is only the third temple in the ancient temple. The undulating pavilions and palaces behind it cannot have been built just for the sake of beauty.

"A lot. Half of the original ghosts and gods that survived that year were suppressed here."

The old monk raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Xinghuo's brow. A golden light turned into a lotus flower, which disappeared in a flash. Then he said:

"You can't go any deeper now. It won't be too late to come back when you become stronger."

"If you go any deeper, you will easily be captured by those ghost slaves. Then they can use your body to enter the world where your consciousness is."

"When your cultivation reaches a certain level, the lotus seal that I left in your body will naturally lead you to the Three Worlds Ghost Temple. At that time, the Three Worlds Ghost Temple will no longer have any reservations for you."

Jiang Xinghuo raised his hand and touched his forehead. He could feel a force accumulated in his Niwan, which could not only warm his mind, but also guard against attacks on his soul.

This is equivalent to having an invisible fortress. If someone wants to harm his soul, they must first break through the defense of the lotus seal.

"There are also these few things. They can be regarded as gifts from me. They may be of some help to your future practice."

As he spoke, the old monk gently waved the sleeve of his monk's robe, and a tattered cloth bag fell into Jiang Xinghuo's hand.

Afterwards, Jiang Xinghuo felt his body become weak and the world in front of his eyes began to spin.

"The time has come..."

Jiang Xinghuo did not feel panicked. He knew that he had consumed too much magic power and could no longer sustain the projection of Ri Sui's consciousness.

next moment.

The strong feeling of weightlessness came again.

Jiang Xinghuo only felt a trance in front of his eyes, and when he returned to normal, he had returned to the real world, as if nothing had happened.

Look up at the time.

In reality, more than three hours have passed.

Jiang Xinghuo rubbed his nose bridge, went to the refrigerator and got a can of ice cola. Feeling the strong stimulation brought by the cola, he felt like he was alive again.

"I really didn't expect that..."

Jiang Xinghuo slumped on the sofa like Ge You, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, and began to think about what the old monk said.

He did not completely believe what the old monk said. At least Jiang Xinghuo was not sure about his attitude towards him.

This old monk is a relic of the previous secular world. It is unknown how many years he has lived in the desolate Three Worlds Ghost Temple.

Will the other party be kind to him wholeheartedly just because he is from the same human race as him? ?
Jiang Xinghuo felt that was unlikely.

The example of Mr. Yellow River is right before our eyes.

He learned a lot of skills from the strong men in the old secular world, but in the end they wanted to take over his body.

Could it be the same for this old monk?

Because of this,

When Jiang Xinghuo knew that the other party had left a mark on him, what he thought about was the benefits that this mark would bring him.

I didn't think about the bad things.

He knew about the legend of the Buddhist supernatural powers, among which was the ability to read other people's inner thoughts through telepathy.

If the old monk really has the intention of taking over another's body or other things, then thinking about those things would be courting death. I can only pretend to be obedient and wait until I figure out the situation before doing anything else.

Of course, it is also possible that I am just too greedy and always think the worst of everything I see.

But it is always better to prepare for a rainy day than to sharpen the sword at the last minute. This lotus seal between the eyebrows is a hidden danger after all, and I have to find a way to remove it in the future.

There is also information about the six heavenly ghosts and gods from the old monk.

It is actually very simple to find out whether what he said is true or false. Just go to Taiping Ancient Town and find the old man and ask him. Then you will know the truth by comparing the two.

But it is not easy to enter Taiping Ancient Town. At present, there seem to be only two ways, either to enter through a hearse or to enter through the imperial tomb under Dujiangyan.

Maybe there is a third way to get in, but he hasn't found any relevant clues yet.

"Alas... one wave has not yet settled, another wave arises..."

Jiang Xinghuo sighed lightly, took another sip of Coke, then picked up the phone next to him and checked the things the old monk gave him.

There's nothing much to say about that rag bag. It's just an ordinary storage bag. The really useful things should be in it.

"Do you want to open this bag?"

Jiang Xinghuo chose yes.

"You opened the bag and took out the items. After a careful inventory, you found something."

"You have obtained the corpse of a Great Hell God (rare), the corpse of a Horse-Faced God (rare), and the corpse of a Ninth Generation Evildoer (rare)."

Jiang Xinghuo felt a little surprised that the old monk only put three corpses in his pocket.

What does it mean? ?

Jiang Xinghuo clicked on the glowing font, ready to take a look at the specific information description.

As a result, when he saw the relevant text description.

I was immediately overjoyed.

This is really a case of searching for something without any effort. I didn't expect that after a trip to the Three Lives Ghost Temple, I would actually find these things!

(End of this chapter)