The demon monk in the second dimension

The temple's pagoda is old, the walls are mottled, and the Buddha statues are incomplete.

Several houses appeared to be damaged, with their doors open, wooden door panels lying to the side, covered with muddy handprints.

A normal person would never enter such a temple.

As the fifth layer of the ghost realm opened and the ghost temple revealed its true form, Xia Zhi suddenly felt herself being stared at by a gaze from within the temple.

The gaze was incredibly cold, as if it were being cast from a crack in the door, a corner of the wall, or a corner of the wardrobe.

He immediately looked up and realized that the gaze was coming from a side room at the back of the temple.

But when Xia Zhi went to explore the Ghost Realm, he found nothing.

As soon as Xia Zhi looked away, the peeping gaze reappeared, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Xia Zhi tries to find the Ghost Well in the Ghost Temple.

The location of the Ghost Well was clearly marked on the map, but Xia Zhi searched the entire Ghost Realm without finding it.

The place that was once a ghost well is now just a muddy field.

Originally, Xia Zhi could move freely within the Ghost Realm.

But there seemed to be some arrangement in this ghost temple that hindered his ghost realm, and he couldn't even see through many of the side rooms.

"It seems we still have to go in and take a look."

Summer Solstice stepped into the area of ​​the Ghost Temple.

There is a memorial archway here, which should have originally displayed the temple's name, which consisted of three characters.

At this point, only the last character "寺" (temple) was still visible, while the two characters in front of it were covered by red paint.

Upon closer inspection, Xia Zhi realized that it wasn't red paint at all, but rather thick, almost dried blood.

Behind the archway, there is a wide-open square with three huge dead trees standing dozens of meters apart.

These trees, which may have been hundreds of years old and incredibly tall, are now all withered, with only seven or eight leaves still clinging half-dead to the branches.

When Xia Zhi came to a withered tree, a cold wind blew by, and a few leaves were blown off the tree and fell on Xia Zhi.

On the summer solstice, one should immediately step back two steps to avoid the falling leaves.

But these three fallen leaves completely ignored the laws of physics and continued to drift slowly toward him.

"Let me see what this is all about."

Xia Zhi smiled, stopped dodging, and stood still, letting the fallen leaves land on him.

When the leaves fall, they seem to stick to Xia Zhi's head, left hand, and right leg as if they were coated with glue.

The fallen leaves looked light and airy, but as they fell, Xia Zhi suddenly felt a heavy sense of oppression.

To his astonishment, he discovered that his skull, ghost hands, and ghost legs seemed to have fallen silent, unable to exert any power.

At the same time, he felt as if something had appeared on the top of his head.

Looking up on the summer solstice, one could clearly see corpses hanging from many leafless branches.

The clothing on the corpses varied, including modern attire, clothing from twenty or thirty years ago, and even clothing from the 1920s and 30s.

The only thing they had in common was that these corpses stared intently at Xia Zhi, their expressions quite eerie.

Xia Zhi frowned, her gaze sweeping over the corpses.

"Does touching the fallen leaves reveal these corpses? Skulls, ghost hands, and ghost feet—I have three ghosts on me, so this tree uses three fallen leaves to suppress them?"

Just then, with a thud, three corpses closest to the tree roots fell to the ground.

Two of the three corpses quickly stood up and walked towards Xia Zhi, while the third one lay on the ground, propped himself up, and crawled towards Xia Zhi at a speed even faster than the other two corpses.

These are clearly not corpses, but three vengeful ghosts!

Seeing the three vengeful ghosts approaching her, Xia Zhi remained completely calm.

He looked up at the huge, withered tree and guessed.

"This tree has a number of leaves falling to suppress the ghosts on it. Under such circumstances, it also has to face attacks from an equal number of ghosts? For an ordinary ghost tamer, this is a dead end. To trigger such a terrifying killing intent as soon as I entered, there must be even more powerful beings inside! I hope this will allow me to replenish my body."

Looking at the three fallen leaves on her body, Xia Zhi didn't immediately tear them off. Instead, she turned the bandage around and moved the three fallen leaves, which seemed to be stuck to the bandage, to her back.

"Each of these fallen leaves should have the effect of suppressing a ghost, which is not bad. And since we got fallen leaves as soon as we entered the temple, they might be useful later."

These trees are all maple trees, and their leaves are like twisted human hands, not only withered and yellow, but also slightly curled.

At first glance, it looks like it was folded from yellow paper.

The fallen leaves made the bandages on Xia Zhi's body, which were originally easy to stretch and change, a little sluggish, but not impossible to move around in. It was as if she had suddenly been carrying three pounds of weight on her head, hands and legs.

The bandages on Xia Zhi's body moved rapidly like a conveyor belt, quickly sending three fallen leaves to her back, and then adding another layer of bandages to isolate them.

Just then, Xia Zhi turned her head and made eye contact with a ghost.

The ghost's body was highly decomposed, with numerous wounds and pus, loose teeth, and blurry, egg-white-colored eyes.

But the moment the ghost made eye contact with Xia Zhi, it suddenly disappeared and then pressed down on Xia Zhi.

He draped a pair of arms with a strong odor over Xia Zhi's shoulders and tightened his grip little by little.

At the same time, the rotting parts of his body began to erode Xia Zhi, as if trying to break through his bandages, merge into Xia Zhi's body, and take over his body.

Summer Solstice: Is there really such a good thing?

He deliberately unwrapped the bandages on his back, and the unwrapped bandages acted like hands, pulling the ghost into his body.

The black mud inside Xia Zhi's body eagerly embraced the ghost, melting it into its own body and eventually devouring it.

Compared to ordinary wandering spirits, the taste of the ghosts to Xia Zhi was like bread and biscuits.

It's a bit hard, but it feels crunchy when you eat it, and the texture isn't bad.

While the summer solstice was devouring this ghost, the other two ghosts also made their moves.

The female ghost, crawling on the ground like a cockroach, grabbed Xia Zhi's leg. Not only was her own body sinking down, but she was also dragging Xia Zhi into the soil, as if she had taken a liking to him and wanted to be buried with him.

Summer Solstice expresses her disapproval!

The leg she grabbed happened to be Xia Zhi's wrestling leg. Xia Zhi kicked the female ghost directly, sending her flying several meters away.

Roll rough!

But the female ghost who was kicked away only paused for a moment before quickly crawling towards Xia Zhi again.

After all, she was just crawling on the ground and did not trigger the killing rule of the wrestling leg, so the attack she suffered was not significant.

The other ghost started hiccuping.

"Hiccup~, hiccup~, hiccup~"

At first, the ghost only hiccuped once every five seconds, then the frequency gradually increased to four seconds, three seconds, two seconds...

The summer solstice feels very interesting.

His body is actually made of bandages and he doesn't have any organs that can burp. What should we do with this ghost?

Sure enough. He waited a while, kicking the female ghost away several times, but still didn't feel that the hiccuping ghost had any effect on him.

Xia Zhi shook his head, and the bandage on the other side of his leg came undone, wrapping around the crawling female ghost.

As the bandage was wrapped around the female ghost, her movements gradually weakened until she finally stopped moving altogether.

She was like a specimen in amber, swallowed up by Xia Zhi.

Next, Xia Zhi came to the hiccuping ghost and used the same trick to devour him as well.

Xia Zhi disdains all three supernatural rules: hiccups, burrowing into the ground, or merging into the other person's body.

He wants better.

Xia Zhi looked up at the large, withered tree that still had about ten leaves, and suddenly understood.

"Although it's dangerous, it's not necessarily a sure way to kill. As long as you touch these ghosts with the parts covered in fallen leaves, the suppressing power will be dispersed, and you might even be able to recover some strength to fight against the ghosts here."

The tree catches the wind.

Beneath the withered tree, a cold wind blew, causing the corpses hanging all over the tree to flutter from side to side like flags.

Some of the clothes that were being blown about made a rustling sound, just like the sound of leaves.

Under the wind, many tree branches seemed unable to bear the weight, becoming bent and twisted, as if they could not support the weight of the corpse and were about to break.

Under the gaze of this tree spirit, Xia Zhi stretched out her right hand towards a slender, bent branch that was about to collapse.

His right hand spread out, turning into bandages that wrapped around one of the ghost's feet on the tree branch.

This seems to be some kind of signal.

When the bandages of the summer solstice caught the ghost, the branches of the withered tree seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and immediately threw the ghost down.

Like the three predecessors, this ghost, dressed in a jacket popular in the 1980s, fell to the ground with a thud.

Xia Zhi didn't give the ghost any time to react. The bandages on her body immediately coiled around it like snakes, first suppressing the ghost, then pulling it in front of her to devour it.

Each time Xia Zhi devours a ghost, her power increases slightly.

He did the same thing, as if ordering food, pulling down the ghosts from the withered trees one by one, then eating them and making them part of himself.

Once one dead tree is dealt with, move on to the next one.

In less than half an hour, Xia Zhi cleaned the ghosts off the three withered trees, causing the black mud inside Xia Zhi's body to swell up a size.

After finishing the meal, Xia Zhi summarized that although the ghosts hanging on the withered trees looked terrifying, they were actually quite ordinary on their own.

It's on par with the dead man's hand and wrestling leg on Xia Zhi's body.

But these ghosts numbered more than sixty in total! On average, there were more than twenty ghosts hanging on each dead tree.

This is merely an appetizer after entering the temple, perhaps meant to discourage people from going any further.

After finishing the ghost, Xia Zhi turned her gaze to the leaves of the withered trees.

He stretched out his bandage, wrapped it around a leaf, and tried to tear it off, but felt a great resistance.

It seemed that the leaves and the withered tree were one and the same. To pull off the leaves, the withered tree would have to be pulled out as well.

Chapter 429 Guiding Ghost, Golden Statue

Unaware of what would happen if he destroyed these dead trees, Xia Zhi loosened his bandages and did not choose to violently pull them out.

What if these three dead trees are the key points of the array sealing the temple? If he pulls the trees out, and his own meal escapes from the temple, wouldn't that be like a cooked duck flying away?

Furthermore, if this dead tree could automatically capture ghosts, it would be like having a buffet every now and then.

Which do you choose: one meal full or one meal full? It goes without saying.

Leaving the three withered trees behind, Xia Zhi arrived at a signpost.

This is a tourist sign for the temple, which shows a map of the temple's layout.

Xia Zhi took out the temple map given by the exorcism society from under her cloak and compared it with this distribution map, finding that the two were not much different.

The hall of Arhats, the hall of Heavenly Kings, the Great Buddha Hall, the Guangyuan Hall, the Qingjing Well, and the side rooms where the monks lived.

Among them, the Arhat Hall enshrines the Twelve Arhats, the Heavenly King Hall enshrines the Four Heavenly Kings, the Great Buddha Hall contains a 2.8-meter-tall golden Buddha statue, and the Guangyuan Hall is a place for drawing lots to predict good or bad fortune.

The Qingjing Well is the original location of the Ghost Well.

Xia Zhi was about to walk around the temple in order when she looked up and found that a ghost was standing in front of the sign.

He stood on the sign with his arms outstretched, pointing to both sides with his index fingers.

This ghost has a comical appearance. The left half of its face is tilted to the left, and the right half is tilted to the right. Its two eyes are staring straight at Xia Zhi. While displaying a ridiculous facial expression, it also has a strange sense of distortion that makes people feel cold.

Xia Zhi stared at the guiding ghost with surprise, feeling quite strange.

"I'm sure there wasn't a ghost on the sign initially. So it's because I stood here for too long that I triggered his killing rules? It seems like he wants me to choose left or right?"

Xia Zhi looked at the left and right sides of the pointing ghost and found that the left side was the direction of the Arhat Hall and the right side was the direction of the Ghost Well.

He raised his left hand toward the guiding ghost and sneered.

"So what if I don't choose either of them? Are you trying to teach me how to do things? Come here!"

The bandage on Xia Zhi's left hand immediately shot out and quickly wrapped around the body of the guiding ghost.

In an instant, the comical expression on the guide ghost's face began to change.