The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 496 Did your temple release the ghosts? I'll go and wipe them out! (Please give me double the monthly ticket)
There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind?
House seemingly endless rain?

The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows?

A series of barrages flashed through Shen Le's mind. The bad news was that this time it was going to be quite troublesome, with people from both sides coming together, and he might have to fight both groups at once;

The good news is that the little oil lamp can still be contacted, which means it is still nearby. As long as the little oil lamp is nearby, there is nothing to be afraid of!

With the full strength of the little oil lamp now, it can be said that he can kill gods and Buddhas if they stand in his way!
Even if the person coming here is a normal person, not a ghost, and he is not wearing any electronic auxiliary equipment, I don’t believe that each of you can wear a Faraday cage!
Of course, Shen Le did not intend to rely solely on the small oil lamp. Hundreds of ghosts were walking in front of him, and the ghost fog was rolling. The sound of chuckles, calls, groans, and grinding teeth and sucking blood was getting closer and closer.

Shen Le lowered his eyes slightly, and saw the hairs on his arms standing up, and small hills of goosebumps rising on his skin. It was obvious that he had been affected by the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, and had begun a stress response -

This unscientific!

I have mobilized the power of water and wind to push away the ghost fog!
The circle I cleared out had a radius of at least five meters, which was much larger than the size of this bathing pool. If my backpack, clothes, and the guy from the Special Affairs Bureau were still there, there was no reason why I couldn't see them!

Although strange phenomena occurred frequently, Shen Le was not panicked. He lowered his eyes slightly, adjusted his breathing, and began to calm his mind.

The five senses are affected, which means that my mind is not focused enough. At this time, what I need to do is to embrace the origin and keep the unity, reflect on the emptiness and clarity, and not be disturbed by external evils.

He did not sit cross-legged on the ground, but remained standing, breathing rapidly. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, the heat flow circulated, spread throughout his limbs and bones, and his mind naturally became peaceful.

When he opened his eyes again, there was still thick fog around him. The bravest female ghost in red had already approached him, stretching out a pair of jade-like arms, and hugged his neck tenderly.

The smell of water, earth and blood surrounded them layer by layer, but in the distance, the figure of a young man from the Special Affairs Bureau could be seen!
"Be bold!"

Shen Le sneered. What kind of lowly ghost dares to come in front of me? How far do you think you are from me?
The entire Hundred Demons Night Parade team together might be able to affect my perception. Do you think you can confuse me by just approaching me alone?
He slightly exerted his power, and a fireball appeared in his palm, pressing it directly on the ghost girl. In a moment, the ghost girl let out a sharp scream, and the place where the fireball pressed on her began to blur completely.

It was like a human figure made of snow was hit by a fireball. A big hole appeared at the impact point, and it quickly extended outward with the hole as the center.

In just a blink of an eye, the ghost girl's chest, limbs, and neck were all destroyed, leaving only a head. It looked at Shen Le with resentment, and flew away from the team with a long scream.

Even so, they were unable to escape. Two ghosts immediately flew up from the procession of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. One had a beautiful woman's head on its head, its arms spread out, and its body resembled a giant black bird.

The other one looked like a large ball of hair. It stretched infinitely as it flew, and in a blink of an eye it stretched out seven or eight meters.

The two ghosts, one on the left and one on the right, each drew an arc, surrounded the red-clothed female ghost on both sides, and knocked her down in an instant.

There was a horrifying sound of bones cracking, breaking, and sucking. When they left, the place was clean and there was nothing left...

After this round of fighting, the formation of the Hundred Demons Night Parade finally retreated seven or eight steps away from Shen Le, shrinking back in fear and no longer daring to move forward.

Shen Le looked back again and finally saw the guy from the Special Affairs Bureau running towards him in a panic, holding a bath towel in one hand and a backpack in the other:
"I'm so scared! Why is there a night parade of 100 demons in this place suddenly——"

"You stop!"

Shen Le pointed at him and shouted. The young man stopped in an emergency, tripped over his left leg, and almost fell down on the spot:
"how……"

Shen Le didn't have time to explain, he took two steps at a time, rushed behind him, and pressed his right hand on the Dazhui point on the back of his neck. A hot stream rushed out, quickly traveling along the meridians.

The young man shuddered violently, opened his mouth and spit out a stream of cold air, which turned into a large piece of icy phlegm and fell directly into the water he had just bathed in:
"I, what's wrong with me..."

"You're fine." Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that the heat flow could travel meant that the person in front of him was a real person, not an illusion.

He was a clean, innocent person, not possessed by any demons or ghosts. Even if he was affected, the heat flow just made a circle and drove out those who should be driven out!
Only then was he able to let go, make a hand gesture, and summon the power of water and wind to push away the mist and reveal the truth.

The water was diverted, the wind blew, and the wind swirled outward in circles. In just a moment, the entire bathroom appeared in front of Shen Le and the others:
Shen Le placed his backpack beside the pool, which contained the small oil lamp and some other handy weapons;

A little further away were slippers, a wooden rack, a bath towel draped on the rack, and a clean, thick bathrobe;
A little further away is the bathroom door, and the room outside the door, and the clothes in the room...

"Hurry up and put on your clothes." Shen Le instructed the guy from the Special Affairs Bureau without even turning his head. He walked to the wooden rack carrying the backpack containing the small oil lamp, quickly dried his body, and put on a bathrobe.

Then, he picked up his backpack, rushed out of the bathroom, and began to change into daily clothes that were convenient for movement. After putting on his backpack, holding the copper seal in his left hand and the wooden sword in his right hand, he felt confident:

"Next-"

"What do we do next?"

The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau changed his clothes faster than him. He had a psychic gun in his right hand, a detector in his left hand, and a talisman paper on his chest and back. He was fully armed and ready for battle.

Shen Le looked back at him and said thoughtfully:
"I'll send you out first..."

"and many more!"

The young man was anxious. I am here to protect you!

I am here to block the bullet for you and join the battle so that you won’t die here!

Why is it that when something happens, you think of sending me away first!

You've made it impossible for me to perform my duties. Even if I'm safe, I'll be in trouble when I go back!
"I do not go!"

He took a step back, distanced himself from Shen Le, and raised the psychic gun in his hand to aim at the ghost in the distance. Unexpectedly, Shen Le's feet drew an arc, and he jumped behind him, patting the back of his neck with his hand:

"do not move!"

After one slap, the heat surged, and the young man couldn't help but fall down. In just a moment, his whole body sank, and his eyes went dark, dark, dark, dark...

His whole body seemed to be buried in an extremely thick layer of soil, or locked in a small dark room, and he couldn't even breathe. Just before he thought he was going to suffocate to death, his whole body felt lighter and his eyes lit up:
"who?!"

Someone shouted in the distance. It was familiar Chinese, with a familiar tone, and it was familiar, sonorous, and powerful, the temperament of the country's powerful institutions.

The young man was about to shout "It's me" when he suddenly realized:

How far have I come?

Where is Shen Le?
Catch Shen Le and stop him here, don’t let him get away!
He turned back reflexively and reached out to grab. It was too late, half of Shen Le's body had sunk into the ground, and in the time it took him to grab, his shoulders also sank, leaving only his head on the ground.

The young man got anxious and threw himself down, digging his hands into the soil.

He dug up a handful of dirt. It was too late to dig further. Several security guards rushed to him in two steps. The sound of guns being loaded rang out:
"Put your hands up!"

"I'm not a suspicious person! I'm a member of my country's special affairs bureau stationed in Japan..."

The young man shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Let me show you my ID! My passport! My passport..."

The passport was in the hotel, on the bedside table, not in the weapon bag. Oh, and the cell phone was also in the hotel, as was the driver's license. The young man raised his hands in grievance:
"Hurry up and contact my superiors. My protector ran away on his own..."

Damn it, this is my country's consulate... How did Shen Le determine the position before, and how could he be so accurate when teleporting? He threw himself into the consulate, and he ran back again? !

This place is safe, but if West University does not want to confront East University head-on, they will not attack here by force. It is not 99 anymore!

But how do I explain this to the above?
How do I complete the task?

My protector thought I was too weak to fight and too much of a hindrance, so he used teleportation to throw me back to the consulate, and he went to face the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons? !

The young man felt very aggrieved and communicated with the security personnel to prove his identity, borrow a phone, and communicate with his superiors. However, Shen Le had already quickly patrolled along the ground vein and returned to the hot spring hotel:

Ah, the landing point is a bit off, it didn't land accurately in the room. As expected, it won't work without a precise positioning device -

All the important things have been packed into the backpack. Nothing with strong enough spiritual power can be placed in the room for positioning. Look, it's off the mark, isn't it?

Shen Le gripped the strap of his backpack tightly and looked left and right.

When they entered this hot spring hotel, it was still a very beautiful Japanese-style courtyard, with wooden houses and corridors surrounding a pool of clear water. By the pond, candles were dimly lit, and the whole scene was like a dream;
But now, this hot spring hotel with hundreds of years of history and great reputation has turned into a hell on earth:

The entire hotel was burning. The Tang-style gatehouse, the carefully renovated guesthouses, each with its own unique characteristics, the Noh stage handed down from the Meiji era...

Fire was everywhere. In the terrifying flames, beams were licked by flames, bamboo curtains were curled into flames, and mats were reduced to ashes.

The people in the hotel were wailing and running around. Some tried in vain to put out the flames, while others ran towards the sea of fire, shouting the names of their loved ones...

So cruel?
In order to kill him, in addition to launching the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, they also burned down the entire hotel?
Shen Le's brows were raised, and fireballs flew out from his palms, spinning rapidly around him to form a ring of fire. The whole person had quietly risen up and left the ground.

who is it?

Who is the culprit?

where is it?
Come out now, I will give you a quick death, I will roast you inch by inch, and then stuff you inch by inch into your mouth!!!

Shen Le rose a foot high, suddenly froze, and fell to the ground with a thud. He had no time to comfort his numb soles, tightened the fire ring, and looked around vigilantly:

No, no. This scene was wrong—the house was indeed burning, but the house here looked different from the guesthouse they had seen when they came in!
It feels much older, much more outdated, and much more dilapidated. The carefully covered circuits, lights, and air conditioners have all disappeared. As far as I can see, none of them exist here.
The people running back and forth were not wearing the same clothes as when they checked in. Some wore suits, some wore kimonos, some wore sportswear, and some wore yukatas. They wore whatever was comfortable for them.

On the contrary, people wearing ancient costumes similar to those in Yamato dramas and people wearing local high school uniforms walked around separately, as if they could not see each other at all, and they did not think that the other's attire was strange at all. There was even a middle-aged couple who walked into the pond hand in hand and slowly let the water submerge them. No one else thought it was strange, and no one tried to help them.

On the burning Noh stage, there is a young dancer dancing, dancing in the flames.

Amid the raging flames, she seemed to feel no pain. The flames licked her hair, dance clothes, and body. She just raised her hands and waved her sleeves, and just danced...

Next to the stage, there was a middle-aged painter with a look of pain and despair on his face, painting quickly in front of a drawing board.

The drawing board was already mostly painted over, with mountains of knives, seas of fire, sawing, ripped-out intestines, and the eighteen levels of hell. Only a small area in the middle remained, which he quickly painted over:
The youthful beauty of the dancer and the cruelty and determination of the flames were painted on the drawing board stroke by stroke. As he painted, a solemn aura appeared on his face, as if he had devoted himself to the painting...

Ryunosuke Akutagawa's "Hell Transformation"...

For some reason, Shen Le remembered the related promotion he saw when he booked this hot spring hotel.

"The Dancing Girl of Izu", "Paradise Lost" and "Hell Transformation", these famous works were all born on this land.

Yes, yes, the scene where the beauty is burned by flames and the man is painting, isn’t it from “Hell Transformation”?
However, the woman who was burned in “The Hell Transformation” was tied to a car and was the painter’s own daughter;

And the dancer on the stage, is she from "The Dancing Girl of Izu"?
So, are the middle-aged couple who threw themselves into the lake from Paradise Lost?

The works written by famous writers have enough literary flavor at the moment of their creation. After decades, nearly a hundred years of reading, dissemination, evaluation, and adaptation into film and television dramas...

Did the human imagination and emotions accumulated in the work finally trigger strange phenomena on this night when hundreds of demons roam?
Really...

Rare...

In this land, the distance between the ordinary world and the other world is not so clear...

Shen Le admired sincerely. When he found that there were strange phenomena all around him, he was not nervous anymore. He let the fire ring surround him, walked slowly, and observed carefully.

Soon, he came around to the guesthouse where he was staying and saw a procession of ghosts marching in the night in the vast ghost fog.

A group of people dressed in modern clothes and a group of people dressed as hotel waiters walked in the procession of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons with their heads hung and their steps dragging, as if they were sleepwalking.

Rather than saying they were walking together, it would be more accurate to say they were confused and coerced... If we leave them alone, will they die?
He's going to die!
The person who summoned the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, or that group of people, he, they, really did not care about the lives of their own people!

Shen Le took a deep breath. He called out in his heart:
"Green Lantern!"

【I am here! 】

The little oil lamp responded. After responding, he quickly reminded:
[Shen Le, don't fly up! There are people outside, quite far away, with binoculars and guns, watching you! If you fly up, be careful to get shot!]

Holding a gun...is it a sniper rifle?

I probably can't handle a sniper rifle...

Shen Le knew that although he was strong, he could not withstand the blow of a 12.7mm rifle. That thing could tear a car into pieces and even make a hole in a bulletproof car!
His body is still flesh and blood!
With the warning from the small oil lamp, Shen Le certainly didn't dare to act rashly. He whispered:

"Go and take a look at them. If possible, destroy their fighting power - destroy any electronic devices they have!"

It is said that the higher the rank of special forces soldier, the more electronic combat equipment he has. Communication equipment, combat equipment, detective equipment, auxiliary equipment -

And they are divided into several devices, in case one device breaks down and all functions become unusable. However, as long as it is electronic, the oil lamp will overload the circuit and you will be doomed!

【knew! 】

The little oil lamp agreed cheerfully. The lightning flashed, and it was about to shoot out, but suddenly it braked:
【What will you do then? 】

"I'll hide. Don't worry, I won't fly and won't give them a chance to attack me!"

[Then you should hide well! I will keep half of my attention here, call me anytime if you have any questions! ]

The sound of the small oil lamp disappeared. Shen Le took a deep breath and took out a mahogany sword from his backpack. This time it was finally not a magic wand for show. He raised the sword in his hand and drew a big circle:
"Thunder comes!"

The illusion of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, the ghost fog brought up by the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, and the illusion formed by the mutual attraction between the surrounding works of literati, are ultimately based on yin and ghost energy.

With yin energy and ghost energy as the foundation, there is nothing that cannot be broken by thunder magic!

Shen Leping raised the peach wood sword and drew a circle around himself. The circle fell on the ground, and a line of silver light flashed at the tip of the sword, immediately creating a circular space on the ground.

The grass on the ground was tender, with dewdrops on the tips of the leaves. It did not look trampled, blackened, or burnt at all - this was what the world really looked like!
Outside the circle, ghost mist was floating. It tried to enter the circle several times, but was pulled back several times as if it was electrocuted. Humph, the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword, that's a real electric shock for you to see!

First he marked out a place for himself to stand, then Shen Le lowered his head and adjusted his breathing, allowing the fire ring surrounding his body to deform and expand.

The twelve fire beads compressed and stretched, becoming a fire ring that connected end to end, changing from red to white, and from white to blue. Then, it continued to move outward, outward, outward—

Wherever it went, the fog rolled back, and those that didn't have time to retreat immediately caught fire, producing a burnt stench and gurgling black ash.

The fire ring swept across the corridor, across the open space, across the roof, and across the lake. The lake surface rippled slightly, and the two middle-aged men and women holding hands and drowning in the water turned into two swimming fish, shaking their heads and tails, eating quietly;

It paused slightly on the Noh stage, and then formed a “几” shape, protruding into the interior of the stage:

In an instant, the raging fire and the dancers wrapped in it all disappeared;

After circling the lake, the middle-aged painter suddenly disappeared. Only a huge easel was left, wrapped in flames, burning inch by inch, making a creaking sound and an infinitely painful wail...

The center of the illusion has been found!
"Good job!"

Shen Le clenched his fist and swung it vigorously. He still remembered the agreement with the little oil lamp, bent over, stuck to the wall, dodged and moved forward quickly;
He ran to the easel by the lake, stretched out his hands, and an extremely huge and bright fireball flew out from between his palms and landed directly on the easel!

"do not want!"

There was a cry of surprise from afar. Shen Le turned a deaf ear to it and focused on burning the easel quickly.

The hell scene above seemed to have an inexplicable resistance, and the flames burned with great difficulty. A fireball could only take out a small area.

Shen Le disliked its slow speed, so he controlled the fireball with his left hand and drew out the peach wood sword with his right hand. He tapped and poked, and drew on the easel:

Two short horizontal lines, two more short horizontal lines, and one long horizontal line. It was shaped like an inverted bowl, and was left on the scroll. Soon, it became a bowl shape, filled with bright silver water:
The bowl tilted downward, the water poured out, and in an instant it turned into a thunder!

Shake the inverted bowl!
Shocked for a hundred miles!

Shen Le continued to paint without stopping. Thunder and thunder! A gentleman does not do anything that is not proper.

Lei Diyu! Li Jianhou, marching division!
Thunder and fire are abundant! The king has granted it; do not worry, it is suitable for the day!

Thunder and wind are constant! No fault, good for perseverance, good for going somewhere!

He continued to paint, and the whole scroll burst into flames with a loud bang. As it burned, thunder roared, and the whole scroll was reduced to ashes in an instant.

Shen Le withdrew his hand and looked around. The sky around him was clear and bright, without any trace of fog or haze.

As for the stages, corridors, and guest houses, there were still small bursts of lightning falling. Every time a bolt of lightning fell, a small cloud of gray air would rise up and be swept away by the lightning...

"Green lantern?"

Shen Le asked quietly in his heart. The little oil lamp answered happily:
[Wait a minute! I destroyed all their electronic devices! They are running around like crazy! I'm going to burn their cars! I'll be back when I'm done!]

Burn their cars...If it was a gasoline car, it would be okay, the circuit board would be burned and the whole car would be broken down.

The tram is in danger. As long as the battery is overloaded, the car will explode into a fireball in an instant. Shen Le was sweating coldly and hurriedly warned:

"Don't start a forest fire!"

Set fire to the mountain and sit in jail!
The mountains and forests nearby are still innocent! The hot springs are also very good!
Show mercy!

【knew! 】

The small oil lamp responded. Shen Le shrugged and walked away slowly to find the passengers and hotel staff who were caught up in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

After a few steps, the pace slowed down:

Those people had regained consciousness and were surrounding a monk, trembling and still in shock, listening to the monk chanting sutras while beating a wooden fish and touching their heads one by one.

Seeing Shen Le coming, the monk quickened his pace, sent away the last person, and came over to whisper:

“Amitabha, the donor is too cruel! Although these vengeful ghosts are hateful, they are also pitiful. My temple has been saving the souls for many years, and now they are destroyed in an instant…”

Oh, was it released from your temple again?
Shen Le raised his eyebrows:
Where is your temple?

Are there any evil ghosts left? I'll go and get rid of them all!
　Asking for double monthly tickets!
　　Asking for double monthly tickets at the end of the year!
　　Can the cat get 2,000 votes this month?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)