Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 372 Lingyin Temple

Knock!

With the sound of the coffin being closed, the world in front of Fang Zheng fell into a closed darkness.

He was the only one in the coffin with a lock of hair from the dead.

Mr. Fu wasn't there.

This time, he was the main protagonist of this trip, and this coffin was specially prepared for him.

Fang Zheng had always thought that the coffin that Butcher zhang had robbed him of guarding his grave would have a strange smell.

For example, taste.

Or dandruff or something.

On the contrary, there was a faint fragrance, like the fragrance of a girl's paper.

It smells good anyway.

As for sleeping with the dead man's hair, Fang Zheng didn't feel much.

Without ghosts and gods in his heart, he would naturally be fearless of them.

There were no 8,000 ghosts in his hands, and there were eighty of them. He was no longer a baby three months ago.

Speaking of which, he had a vague expectation that if there was a ghost, he could take the opportunity to harvest a wave of soul energy.

...

Whoosh, whoosh!

In the dark, the sound of paddling reached Fang Zheng's ears.

Then he felt his body begin to shake and heave. He opened his eyes, and as expected, he had already appeared in the spirit world of the dead in the thick mist.

Surrounded by the ever-present black and white hues, it seemed to imply that the space was lifeless, giving people a sense of suffocating depression as they walked alone in the chaotic graveyard at night. It was cold and eerie.

At this moment, he was standing on a small boat, drifting with the waves, his body swaying from side to side... There was a man poling at the bow. It was Mr. Fu.

Mr. Fu was the one who heard the sound of paddling.

At the same time, a green candlelight led the way in front of the boat. Along the way, the thick fog was burning.

It was a very strange scene.

Fang Zheng had already experienced these scenes four times. He did not make a sound along the way and silently watched everything around him, as well as Mr. Fu, who was poling and steering.

This time, Mr. Fu went together because this trip was different, and it was not just a direct entry into the spirit world of Li Sishui's deceased.

If you want to investigate the truth,

Where did a person die?

We need to find out where.

That was the closest thing to the truth.

The ancient village of the Yellow River disappeared in the northern province, spanning thousands of miles in the middle. He was a half-baked amateur who had never been able to walk out of Zhou city alone.

According to Mr. Fu, he was probably going to die in the middle of the journey by himself.

It implied that the spirit world of the dead was not as calm and quiet as he had imagined. There was something very dangerous lurking in the spirit world of the dead.

Fang Zheng stared silently around in dull black and white without being disturbed by strange sounds from the outside world.

As the fog in front of him was dispersed by the lights, not long after, Fang Zheng saw Tongjiang bridge, a landmark in Zhou city.

In the past, it was time to dock and set foot in the empty city of Zhou city.

However!

This time it's different!

Mr. Fu was silent, silent all the way, and continued to pole his way closer and closer to Tongjiang bridge...

Tongjiang bridge was left behind...

Fang Zheng straightened his eyes and looked a little serious.

After passing Tongjiang bridge, it was a strange world that he had never been out of before. He began to look at the strange world around him curiously.

Fang Zheng could not help but think of what Mr. Fu had said to him before he left the shadows.

"There is only the spirit world of the dead if you want to die. You can think of it as a huge, leafy crown made up of branches and leaves."

"In this crown, every branch, every leaf, is a spirit world of the dead after the death of life. They have thousands, billions, some of the spirit world is strong, some of them are weak, just like the sand of the yellow spring is more than hundreds of millions, and the bones buried under the yellow spring are more than the three thousand worlds mentioned by the buddha."

"This time, we went through the canopy to the ancient village of the Yellow River in the northern province, where the dead Li Sishui was."

...

The ship was still moving forward.

The guiding light was still pointing the way.

The journey was peaceful and there was no strange experience as Fang Zheng had imagined.

The strange sounds and the strange shadows in the river never disappeared, but Fang Zheng was used to them, so it was not a strange experience.

"Hmm?"

Fang Zheng's heart was suddenly slightly startled. After leaving zhou city, he walked through a distance in the thick fog. He could not see the surroundings, but suddenly, a huge city appeared in front of him again.

Because of the distance, Fang Zheng could not see the city clearly, but the quiet city seemed to indicate that it was like Zhou city, an empty city.

If, according to Mr. Fu, the spiritual world of the dead was made up of the dead, then the empty city in front of them represented that they had entered the territory of another dead person.

"It's becoming more and more like dream stealing."

Fang Zheng muttered to himself with an odd look on his face.

But then, what did Fang Zheng think, how did he feel that the city in front of him was familiar? In a few seconds, he was secretly surprised.

"Isn't this the Gaishi he just went to a few days ago?"

Fang Zheng recalled that it was not a few minutes before he and Mr. Fu left zhou city.

Even if it was four or five minutes, Fang Zheng felt very uncertain.

Unexpectedly, they had already left the Zhou city territory so quickly that they could not bring the concept of real time into this special world after death.

In the next few minutes, Fang Zheng met several empty cities in the spirit world of the deceased one after another. Without exception, they were all strange black and white, all strange silence, all strange empty cities.

Just when Fang Zheng thought that they were going to go out of the province peacefully, as they are now, all the way to the yellow river basin peacefully, facing the dense fog that could not be seen through, Fang Zheng was a little dull and dull, and there was a change in his eyes.

It was an old monk who was actually building a temple on a bank of bones with his hands on his shoulders.

The temple was built by the old monk alone, and it was almost finished at this moment. The main building had already taken shape. It had the majestic dharma of the buddhist temple and the sacred image.

Even the plaque had been hung.

Lingyin temple.

??

"Lingyin temple?!"

Fang Zheng was first shocked, then felt the numbness on his scalp. Could it be the lingyin temple in the provincial capital? Also known as the lingyin temple of Yunlin zen temple.

Fang Zheng wasn't surprised.

In just a few minutes, they were almost out of the province. In reality, flying wasn't even that fast.

The old monk, who was building a temple on the bank of bones, also noticed the boat where Fang Zheng and Mr. Fu were.

The old monk took a look at the blue leather lantern at the bow of the boat, then folded his hands and sang a buddhist horn to Mr. Fu. He did not disturb the peace of the dead. He stood alone in his cassock and watched silently as he got off the boat.

Gradually disappearing into the misty world.

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