My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 104 Weird? Buddha's legacy!
When the sea of ​​blood poured into the temple, Ye Wuyou could hardly put up any decent resistance.

The Dharma-image methods of the Five Realms Great Divine Ability made his own moves almost a laughing stock.

But then, it continued to collapse and sink until he fell into unconsciousness.

When Ye Wuyou woke up again, he found himself lying in a stone chamber.

Stone chamber?

The fact that it was called a stone chamber was just Ye Wuyou's judgment based on the nearby stone walls.

only……

Ye Wuyou wanted to see more clearly.

So he rubbed his eyes again, and his right eyeball moved a little, with a faint red light coming out of his eye.

Even though it was dark, the scene before him still appeared clearly in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

This stone chamber...why does it have no roof?

It is surrounded by walls on all sides, but has no roof.

There was no stone wall or ceiling on top, but an impenetrable darkness.

Also, where am I lying? Why is it so uncomfortable?
He just stretched out his hand to stand up, but then his expression froze, he glanced down, took a deep breath, and quickly jumped down.

Ye Wuyou's originally somewhat confused mind suddenly became clear.

He touched his chest and found Bai Lu was still sleeping on him.

Although he heaved a sigh of relief, Ye Wuyou's expression did not improve at all, and he looked around with a gloomy look.

Starting from his feet, the area around him was filled with coffins.

A rough scan revealed that there were probably hundreds of coffins?
I was lying on a coffin just now.

Under the temple is a group of coffins!

Or is tomb chamber more appropriate?
Where are the wreckage of the road? Where are the weirdness?
The narrator's voice sounded slowly.

[Although the remains here are just a bunch of chickens and dogs, such interesting methods are rare. You decide to pull this guy out and ask him. Maybe you can hear some interesting stories from him.]

Well, can the wreckage still be asked?
Then, Ye Wuyou seemed to have sensed something, and his eyes swept across the densely packed coffins, then looked in one direction.

Most of the coffins here are placed flat on the ground.

Only in one direction of the stone chamber, three coffins stood horizontally on the ground.

The dark coffin lid was facing towards him.

But what Ye Wuyou was looking at was not the three coffins placed in a unique way, but the object hidden behind them.

A mirror?
No, as his right eye looked over, Ye Wuyou saw the essence of that thing clearly.

A piece of translucent jade with a mirror-like surface.

With just one glance, Ye Wuyou determined what that thing was.

The remains of the road are also the weirdness of this place.

Unless there are special circumstances, the weird things will not interfere with each other.

"A mirror, no, a strange jade-like thing? Not surprising, I've seen that strange tree stump in the prison before."

"But why is there no reflection in this jade mirror?"

Even though the three coffins were right in front of the mirror, even though there were countless coffins in the entire stone chamber, they could not leave a reflection on the mirror.

Just as Ye Wuyou was hesitating whether to go over and take a look, the jade mirror was still emitting a hazy light and shadow.

A figure emerged from it and walked slowly.

"Click..."

A subtle sound came from behind.

Ye Wuyou's aura suddenly appeared, and then he turned around and stared at something behind him.

Among the densely packed coffins, one coffin trembled slightly, and then the coffin lid was opened.

A skinny hand slowly stretched out from it and grabbed one side.

[Hehe, this is so interesting. Looking at this funny scene, you finally couldn't help laughing. If you didn't already have a wreckage in your body, you would have to take this thing down anyway!]

Interesting sir!
I'm here to seek safety, and at most carefully explore whether there are any wreckage of the road here.

I'm not here to see a dead body!
Two ghost hands emerged directly from Ye Wuyou's body, then grabbed the coffin lid tightly and pressed it down suddenly.

The noise inside the coffin was finally suppressed.

It is best to use the strange power as little as possible, but at this moment Ye Wuyou couldn't bear it anymore.

Just as Ye Wuyou retracted his ghost hand, sounds and vibrations were heard around him again.

"Click...Buzz"

Hundreds of coffins were shaking at the same time.

Ye Wuyou looked back and saw a few ghost hands hanging alone behind him, swaying back and forth.

The quantities are obviously not proportional.

Well, Ye Wuyou chose to give up and just watched the scene quietly. Reason told him that weirdness would not interfere with each other.

However, as a living person, he does not want to see such weirdness... at least not through resurrection.

The lid of a coffin was gently opened at this moment, and a skinny figure stood out from inside.

Then, Yu Ye Wuyou could see with his own eyes that the skinny figure was gradually becoming plumper.

As the figure walked out, the rest of the coffin lids also fell silent.

The figure that had regained flesh and blood in a short period of time was now slowly walking towards Ye Wuyou, and finally stopped a few feet in front of him.

He was a middle-aged Taoist priest.

At this moment, the Taoist priest came to Ye Wuyou, put his hands together towards Ye Wuyou, nodded slightly, and performed a Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha, I am the old monk Lianchi, nice to meet you, the donor."

"Donor, you and I are destined to be together."

There was no hostility in the Taoist priest.

However, although his body shape was no different from that of an ordinary person, the aura of death all over his body undoubtedly meant that he was a dead person.

absurd.

It would be fine if the dead came back to life.

But you are a Taoist priest!
Ye Wuyou was stunned for a while, and finally clasped his fists lightly as a return gesture.

In the end, Ye Wuyou opened his mouth and asked the question he wanted to ask most.

"Master Lianchi...Master Lianchi, what are you?"

The dead Taoist priest who called himself a monk climbed out of his coffin in this strange place.

Ye Wuyou really didn't know how to start for a moment.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked thoughtful, then put his hands together and responded politely.

"Donor, what do you want to ask is what this old monk is? Or what this body is?"

"In the former case, I am only the abbot of Yong'an Temple. In the latter case, this body is the Taoist Master Guanhai of the Forty-Eight Temples of Nanshan Mountain."

Forty-eight temples in Nanshan?

Is there such a place in Dayan?

The middle-aged Taoist saw Ye Wuyou's doubts and spoke softly.

"Please forgive me, benefactor. I am now restricted by myself and cannot walk out of the mirror. I can only borrow this body."

As he spoke, the middle-aged Taoist stretched out his finger and pointed behind Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou turned around and looked at the original jade mirror.

In the mirror, which was originally empty, the figure of a monk appeared.

Monk... Master Lianchi was in the mirror at this moment, smiling, clasping his hands together, and bowing gently to Ye Wuyou.

But that jade mirror is weird...

Ye Wuyou seemed to understand something, but then he had more questions.

He finally understood what the narrator meant by "interesting".

The weird things that he had seen in the past did not include those weird things that had a trace of aura.

Most of the real weirdness cannot be expressed in words, and communicating with others is even more wishful thinking.

As far as I can remember, the weirdest person who talked the most was the footless man.

But it was limited to just muttering "jade feet, jade feet".

And now, this weird creature can actually communicate with people, and its consciousness is extremely clear.

There is no hostility towards me.

So Ye Wuyou thought about it, clasped his fists lightly, and asked.

"Master Lianchi, what is your relationship with weirdness? Or are you weird yourself?"

The middle-aged Taoist was slightly startled, with a puzzled look on his face.

"What is weird?" he asked confusedly.

Ok?
Could it be that the common term "weird" doesn't work?

"Let's put it another way. Master Lianchi, do you know about the wreckage?"

The middle-aged Taoist named Lian Chi now had an even stronger look of doubt in his eyes.

He thought about it, seemed to understand what Ye Wuyou wanted to ask, and finally responded softly.

"I already know what you mean, benefactor, but the way you call this thing is a little strange. You obviously have this thing in your possession..."

"Donor, this thing is not something strange, but a relic passed down by the Buddha!"

(End of this chapter)