My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 810 Which is true and which is false?

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the braised dishes in front of him, then picked up the cold wine glass. The orange-yellow liquid was bubbling slightly, and the smell of fireworks around him gave him a dreamlike feeling.

He now couldn't figure out whether this was an illusion or the real world, because everything seemed so real, without the slightest sense of falsehood.

Jiang Xinghuo subconsciously wanted to open his flaming eyes, trying to use these unique eyes to spy on the environment he was in at the moment.

But the Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils did not react at all, and these eyes were still ordinary mortal eyes.

"Ok?"

Jiang Xinghuo realized it belatedly, but his Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils were not working? ?
He quickly activated the Sky-Peeking Eye again.

Still no response.

Big and small magical powers?
no response!
Swordplay and cuteness?
No response!!

Dragon raising technique?
Five Ghosts Moving Technique?
Refa?

Nine dead cicada?
A hundred soldiers performing martial arts exercises?

All the magic skills had no effect!!!
Jiang Xinghuo was suddenly shocked.

Could it be that because the real body didn't come, all these spells have lost their effect?
Or were all the magic skills he mastered sealed by that statue?
Jiang Xinghuo was a little panicked, not because he was worried that these spells were sealed, but because without these spells, he would just be an ordinary person. If he really encountered any monsters, he would have no power to resist at all.

At least Tang Seng's chanting can help the dead souls to be reincarnated. But if I meet a dead soul, I will probably turn around and run away.

Jiang Xinghuo held on to his last hope and tried to open the void drawer, but this last glimmer of hope also disappeared.

The void drawer wasn't around either.

Just when Jiang Xinghuo gave up all hope and tried to awaken the Kitchen God Fire in his body, a black flame suddenly rose from his palm, like a flame from the dryness and silence, emitting the power to extinguish all life, which was completely different from the vitality of the Kitchen God Fire.

Jiang Xinghuo's eyes suddenly lit up. He actually had control over the black fire?

In order to verify his guess, Jiang Xinghuo didn't care about the number of people around him. He snapped his fingers and controlled the black fire using the operating principle of the Hundred Weapons Exercise. Immediately, the black fire turned into a long sword, and then evolved into a Fang Tian Huaji, and finally turned into a wolf-tooth spear more than two meters long, standing in the food stall.

But Jiang Xinghuo noticed that the other people in the food stall seemed to have not noticed the movement here at all. They turned a blind eye to the large spear burning with black flames, and did not react at all when the waiter passed by them.

At this time, the waiter also brought up the five catties of crayfish and grilled skewers he ordered, and Jiang Xinghuo asked casually:
"Brother, what do you think is going on here?"

Jiang Xinghuo pointed specifically to where the Black Fire Spear was standing and asked.

The waiter took a look and said, "This may be because the floor tiles underneath were crushed when the car was driving during the day. If you are worried about spraining your ankle, can I move you to another seat?"

"No, no, just go and do your work. Don't worry about me. I'll call you if there's anything."

Jiang Xinghuo waved his hand, looking nonchalant.

"Okay, then just call me if you need anything."

After the waiter left, Jiang Xinghuo looked thoughtful. It seemed that ordinary people could not see this black fire.

Of course, the premise is that these "people" are real people.

However, this is not so important to Jiang Xinghuo. With Black Fire by his side, he has the confidence. Even if there are really monsters and demons, it doesn’t matter. With the ability of Black Fire and Hundred Weapons, he is enough to compete with those things.

Afterwards, Jiang Xinghuo focused his attention on the food in front of him.

The red spicy crayfish, the roasted skewers with a caramelized flavor, and the cold beer are truly a treat on a midsummer night.

But Jiang Xinghuo is not sure whether this is real food or just an illusion of insects, hair, or mud.

Although it is highly unlikely to be these things, it is still better to be careful. Jiang Xinghuo picked up a crayfish, and a wisp of black fire spread from his fingertips, wrapping the crayfish tightly. After a while, the fire dissipated, and the crayfish was still the same, with the same color, fragrance and taste, without any change.

Jiang Xinghuo then put the crayfish into his mouth, but when he swallowed it, he also used black fire to protect his esophagus, stomach and intestines, so that even if there was a problem after it entered his stomach, he would not be hurt.

But he was overthinking it. There was nothing wrong with the crayfish. It was no different from what he ate in real life. The beer was also cool and refreshing. Jiang Xinghuo finally let go of his worries and ate a hearty meal.

After eating, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and the streets were still crowded with people. Jiang Xinghuo silently turned on the GPS on his phone and located the city he was in.

Yunchuan.

A city he had never heard of, it sounded like a name from a novel, but everything about it was no different from reality.

After Jiang Xinghuo paid the bill, he left the food stall and walked out of the night market. He still had to find a place to stay tonight.

As you walk out of the night market, there are fewer lively places, the lights gradually become dim, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets.

In this way, something in the darkness is stirring, trying to get something from the lone person.

For example, there were several figures sneaking around behind Jiang Xinghuo.

"Guys, what's the matter?"

Jiang Xinghuo turned around abruptly and looked at the little bastards behind him with a bright smile.

The guys who had been following him for several blocks were so frightened that they bumped into each other and almost fell to the ground.

"You're fucking blind!"

A yellow-haired man angrily pushed the green-haired man in front of him away and walked up to Jiang Xinghuo with a fake smile: "Brother, you look lonely. We haven't eaten for several days. Can you lend us some money?"

"Are you sure you want to borrow money from me?"

Jiang Xinghuo smiled, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes swept across the few stray hairs in front of him like a sword, scaring them so much that they retreated one after another.

Who is Jiang Xinghuo?

The underworld king in the secular world has killed countless monsters and demons, and his temperament has changed a long time ago. Although his clothes are ordinary, the confidence hidden in his bones is not comparable to these little bastards.

Eyes widened.

The young men felt a warm current flowing from under their bodies, and their pants gradually became wet.

"Big, big brother, we are just joking with you. We have no reason to borrow money from you. It's just a joke. Please don't mind it."

A red-haired man with a smart mind came over, with a smile that looked almost like crying on his face, and looked at Jiang Xinghuo in a flattering way.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't say anything either. He just chuckled a few times and looked up and down at the people, which made them feel creepy.

After a long while, Jiang Xinghuo slowly opened his mouth and said, "There is a god above your head. Be a good person in the future and don't joke with others, otherwise you will be struck by lightning."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and then thunder rolled in like a tsunami. "Is it going to rain?"

Jiang Xinghuo looked up at the dark night, his heart cast a shadow. When he looked down again, those young men had disappeared.

Jiang Xinghuo was too lazy to get angry with these little hooligans, so he turned around and walked towards the brightly lit avenue.

hotel lobby.

"Sir, please show me your ID card."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Jiang Xinghuo nodded and reached into his pocket. After a moment, he felt a card suddenly appear in his palm. He took it out and saw that it was his ID card.

"Here is my ID card. If possible, please give me a last room."

Jiang Xinghuo handed over the ID and spoke softly to the front desk.

"The last room?"

"Are you sure you want the last room?"

The receptionist sounded a little surprised. People who often stay in hotels know that the last room on each floor should be avoided if possible, especially the last room facing the stairwell door, because some strange things often happen there.

Therefore, guests try their best to avoid this room. Few people actively request to stay in the last room. Only those so-called adventure hosts or guests who have no vacancies and cannot change hotels will choose the last room reluctantly.

"Are you sure you want to stay in the last room? It's not the peak tourist season now, and there are still empty rooms..."

The receptionist dissuaded him tactfully.

"No, I want the last room, thank you."

"Okay, here's your room card. It's on the 13th floor, on the left hand side when you exit the elevator. It's the last room. If you don't like it, you can always call the front desk and they will change your room for you."

"Okay, thank you."

Jiang Xinghuo took the room card, turned around and walked into the elevator.

The reason why he chose the last room was because many strange things happened here, and he wanted to take this opportunity to see if he could find some clues.

After all, he has not yet figured out the truth of this world, so he can only grope forward on his own. Of course, this is also because he has Black Fire by his side. If he didn't have Black Fire, he wouldn't dare to take the initiative to cause trouble, and would definitely prefer to be safe.

Ding～～!
The elevator beeped and the door opened automatically, signaling we had reached the thirteenth floor.

Jiang Xinghuo walked out of the elevator and followed the location the front desk told him, the last room on the left, and walked towards the innermost part.

soon.

The door of the last room appeared in front of him, just opposite the security door leading to the stairwell. Jiang Xinghuo walked out and took a look, and a cool feeling immediately came over him.

This kind of negative energy is not brought by any evil ghosts, but is accumulated because of the lack of people and sunlight for many years. It is easy to breed evil spirits, but it does not mean that those things must exist.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't find anything wrong, so he used the room card to open the door and walked into the room. He took a shower first, and then threw himself on the bed.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at his phone and tentatively dialed his mother's number, but the number on the other end showed that it was turned off. Then he called Lao Jiang again. This time someone answered, but it was a strange middle-aged man on the other end, not his father at all.

Then, he dialed several familiar numbers in succession, but none of the people he knew answered.

"parallel world?"

Jiang Xinghuo walked to the window and looked down at the night view outside. It was a strange city with strange people. He was completely unable to fit in. It was as if he had come to another new world.

But Jiang Xinghuo was more inclined to believe that he was in a certain illusion at the moment, or even in the spiritual world, and all the scenes he saw before his eyes were evolved in the spiritual world.

But there is not enough evidence to prove this now, so we can only wait for him to discover it slowly.

Jiang Xinghuo went back to bed and lay down, quietly waiting for further developments. He actually didn't know what would appear, maybe some evil ghosts, or maybe nothing at all.

The night passed quickly.

It was dawn the next day.

Jiang Xinghuo opened his eyes. The night could not have been quieter. From the moment he lay down on the bed, he did not sense anything unusual.

“Is it so clean?”

Jiang Xinghuo turned over and sat up. He thought he might meet some wandering ghosts, or at worst have a nightmare, but he slept peacefully all night until dawn.

"It seems we still have to look for clues from outside."

After Jiang Xinghuo got up and washed up, he came to the lobby on the first floor and found that the front desk was empty. The street outside was quite lively. Jiang Xinghuo didn't take it to heart and left the hotel and walked outside.

He opened his phone and looked at the map of Yunchuan, and found that there was a Taoist temple in the northern part of the city. It was very popular. What was even more peculiar was that there was a Buddhist temple diagonally opposite the Taoist temple, which was also very popular.

"How can these two enemies live next to each other?"

Jiang Xinghuo immediately became interested, hailed a taxi and headed towards the north of the city.

"Master, I came to Yunchuan from another place. I heard that there is a Taoist temple in the north of the city that is a neighbor of the Buddhist temple?"

Hearing Jiang Xinghuo's words, the driver also became interested and said:

"This is a great scenic spot in our Yunchuan. Monks and Taoists became neighbors. In the early years, there were many jokes about this. Some believers even started fighting on the spot. In the end, it was the old master of Bainiu Temple and the old abbot of Dayun Temple who stepped in to suppress the matter. Since then, the two Taoist temples have coexisted peacefully and are very popular. What a pity..."

The driver stopped and said nothing.

Jiang Xinghuo made a timely comment, fully expressing his curiosity and thirst for knowledge:

"What's a pity?"

The driver said contentedly, "It's a pity that although the old master and the old abbot are people of Taoism, they can't escape birth, aging, sickness and death. I heard that the old abbot of Dayun Temple passed away in seclusion a few years ago, and the old master of Bainiu Temple also got Alzheimer's disease because of his old age. He talks nonsense all day long and no one knows what he is saying."

"Is the old master still alive now?"

"Alive."

The driver nodded and said, "When my wife and I went to burn incense a few days ago, I saw the old master telling people's fortunes. He said that the world was going to be destroyed and everything was fake, just a show..."

Listening to the driver's words, Jiang Xinghuo was thoughtful. Sometimes, the crazy talk of a madman might not really be nonsense. He had a hunch that this old immortal from Bainiu Temple must know something, and perhaps that was the reason why he was so crazy.

(End of this chapter)