Vol 2 Chapter 372: Lingyin Temple

Boom! !
With the sound of covering the coffin, the world in front of Founder's eyes fell into the claustrophobic darkness with his fingers out of sight.
In the coffin only he and a bunch of hair from the dead.
Mr. Fu is not here.
This time he was the protagonist, and this coffin was originally specially prepared for him.
Fang Zheng always thought that this coffin that was snatched by Zhang Tufu from the tomb-keeper would have a weird smell,
Such as body odor.
Or dandruff or something.
But on the contrary, there is a faint fragrance, like the fragrance on the sister paper.
In short, it smells good.
As for sleeping with the dead man's hair, Fang Zheng did not feel much.
There is no ghost in the heart, and there is no fear of ghosts in nature.
There are not eight thousand or eighty ghosts dead in his hands. He is no longer a tender chick three months ago.
Speaking of which, he had some faint expectation. If there were ghosts, he could take the opportunity to harvest a wave of soul.
...
Wow wow!
In the dark, the sound of water strokes entered Founder's ears.
Then he felt his body start to bump and heaved, he opened his eyes, and it really appeared in the spiritual world of the dead in the thick mist.
Surrounded by black and white tones forever, it seems to imply that the space has no vitality, giving people a feeling of depression and breathlessness walking alone in the chaotic graves at night, 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 on the bow of the boat, it was Mr. Fu.
The sound of the paddling that I heard before was Mr. Fu at the helm.
At the same time, there is a spirit lamp with a green candlelight, which leads the road ahead at the front of the boat, and the dense fog along the way is broken by the light.
Very strange scene.
These scenes, Founder has already experienced four times, he did not make a sound along the way, silently watching everything around him, and Mr. Fu who was at the helm.
The reason why Mr. Fu walked on this trip is because this time the voyage is different, but it is not simply to directly enter the spiritual world of Li Sishui's dead.
If you want to investigate the truth,
Where did people die,
It is necessary to trace where to go.
There is the place closest to the truth.
The ancient village of the Yellow River disappeared in the northern province, spanning thousands of miles in the middle. As a half-hanging amateur, he has not yet been able to walk out of the city alone.
According to Mr. Fu, he acted alone, and it was estimated that he would die halfway through, leaving no bone left.
It implies that this spiritual world of the deceased is not as calm and silent as he had imagined in the past. There are very dangerous things dormant in this spiritual world of the deceased.
Founder silently gazed around only the dull black and white tones, not disturbed by all kinds of strange sounds from outside.
As the dense fog in front of him was dispelled little by little by the Soul Lantern, soon afterwards, Founder saw the Tongjiang Bridge, a landmark building in the city.
According to the past, it is necessary to dock at this time and set foot on the empty city.
however!
This time is different!
Mr. Fu said nothing, kept silent all the way, and continued to propel the boat forward, getting closer and closer to the Tongjiang Bridge ...
Tongjiang Bridge was left behind ...
Founder's eyes were straight, his face was a little serious.
After passing the Tongjiang Bridge, it was a strange world that he had never been out of before, and he began to look at the strange world around him with curiosity.
Fang Zheng couldn't help thinking of what Mr. Fu said to him before going to the dark.
"Only if you want to die, you have the spiritual world of the dead. You can think of it as a branch of leaves and leaves that make up a huge tree crown."
"In this canopy, every branch and every leaf is a spiritual world of the dead after the withering of life. They are thousands and hundreds of millions. There are billions of grit, and the corpse buried under Huang Quan is more than the three-thousand world that the Buddha said. "
"This time we walked overcast, through the tree crown, to the ancient village of the Yellow River in the northern province, where the dead Li Sishui is located."
...
The ship is still moving.
The Soul Lantern is still guiding the way.
Along the way, it was calm, and there was no strange experience as Founder imagined.
The strange sounds and the strange shadows in the river underneath have never disappeared, but Founder has been accustomed to these for a long time, so it is not a strange experience.
"Ok?"
Suddenly, Fang Zheng was slightly shocked. After leaving the city, he walked a long distance in the thick fog, and the surrounding was invisible, but suddenly, a huge city appeared again in front of him.
Because the distance is far away, Founder cannot see the scene in the city clearly, but the quiet city seems to indicate that this is the same empty city as the city.
If according to Mr. Fu, the spiritual world of the dead is made up of the dead, then the empty city in front of them means they have entered the territory of another dead.
"It's more and more like a dream space."
Fang whispered strangely in his heart.
But then, what did Founder think, how did he feel that the city in front of him was familiar, and within a few seconds, he was surprised in his heart.
"Isn't this the city he just visited a few days ago?"
Founder recalled that it was not a few minutes before he and Mr. Fu left the city.
Even if there is even four or five minutes, Founder feels very dangling.
Unexpectedly, they have been out of the realm of the city so soon ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Sure enough, it is impossible to bring the concept of real time into this special world after this person's death.
In the next few minutes, Founder again met several empty cities in the spiritual world of the dead, without exception, all strange black and white, all strangely quiet, all strange strange cities.
Just when Fang Zheng thought that they were going out of the province calmly all the way until now, until they reached the Yellow River basin calmly all the way, when faced with the thick and invisible fog, Fang Zheng was a little dull and there was a change in front of him.
It was an old monk who was actually carrying a hand on his shoulder and building a temple on a bony shore.
The temple was built by the old monk alone. At the moment it is almost completed. The main building has taken shape, with the majesty of the Buddhist temple and the solemn treasures.
Even the plaque has been hung up.
Lingyin Temple.
? ?
"Lingyin Temple ?!"
Fang Zheng was surprised, and then felt his scalp numb and exploded. Could it be the Lingyin Temple in the provincial capital? It is also called Lingyin Temple in Yunlin Temple.
Can Founder not be surprised?
It's only a few minutes, and I'm about to save myself. In reality, I don't take the aircraft so fast.
The old monk, who was building a temple on the shore of the bones, also noticed the boat where Mr. Fang Zheng and Fu were.
The old monk glanced at the green lantern on the bow of the ship, and then Mr. Chaofu folded his hands together, chanted a buddha, without disturbing the peace of the dead, standing alone, standing silently, watching the boat leaving .
It gradually disappeared into the world of mist.
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