It wasn't a 'dream', nor was it a hallucination.
When Shuhang read the 《Ascetic Diary of the High Monk》 aloud, he personally felt the pain the high monk suffered during his ascetic practice.
Wearing thin linen clothes, walking barefoot in a world of ice and snow, the bone-chilling cold, the combination of hunger and cold … the ability to resist the cold that cultivators were so proud of, at this moment, didn't play any role in resisting it.
The pain the high monk suffered during his ascetic practice in the 《Ascetic Diary of the High Monk》 directly affected Song Shuhang's body, ignoring his magic defense and physical defense.
Song Shuhang's face turned blue from the cold, his lips turned purple, and the soles of his feet felt like they were about to crack.
"Shuhang?" Sister Ye saw that Song Shuhang's condition wasn't right, so she immediately cast a healing spell on Song Shuhang's body.
But the healing spell didn't work at all, because Song Shuhang's body wasn't injured at all.
This 《Ascetic Diary of the High Monk》 really had some tricks up its sleeve. Song Shuhang immediately stopped reading the 《Ascetic Diary of the High Monk》. I can't afford to offend you, but can't I just hide? At most, I won't read it anymore!
But … something strange happened.
Shuhang's voice had already stopped, but there was still a voice loudly reading the diary in the air.
That voice was exactly the same as Song Shuhang's.
Song Shuhang quickly covered his mouth — — fuck, how is this possible, my mouth isn't moving at all!
Then where did this voice come from? From my nostrils or my ass?
Sister Ye thought for a while and said: "The 'auto-chant' technique of ancient witchcraft incantations? Shuhang, you shouldn't have mastered such a profound technique, right? "
Song Shuhang shook his head hard.
Moreover, auto-chant technique? In other words, if he read the beginning, the 《Ascetic Diary of the High Monk》 would automatically finish reading the whole thing?
Song Shuhang felt very sad.
This was completely cheating. Wasn't this forcing him to suffer the same pain as the eminent monks in the books?
Sister Ye frowned and said, "It seems that this' automatic continuation 'is a trap hidden in the' Diary of the Ascetic Eminent Monk '. Shuhang, when you started to read this diary … I'm afraid that the True Qi in your body had unknowingly entered the' incantation 'mode. Think back. Don't you feel that something is wrong? "
There was one thing that Sister Ye hadn't mentioned yet. Automatic Continuous Singing was a technique similar to magic. Song Shuhang had experienced it firsthand. If he was lucky, he might be able to grasp this technique in the future. Although, for cultivators, this technique was useless. After all, cultivators were different from ancient witches. There were not many Dharmic Arts that required a long chant.
"It's very cold, just like the monk in the diary. He seems to be walking barefoot in a world of ice and snow." Song Shuhang smiled bitterly.
"This is going to be troublesome." Sister Ye immediately became worried. Because she remembered that the end of the 'Diary of the Ascetic Eminent Monk' ended with the death of the ascetic monk.
With this thought in mind, Sister Ye immediately used her sword as a pen and quickly drew on the ground. She had to interrupt the 'automatic continuation' in the air. Otherwise, Song Shuhang's life might be in danger.
Seeing Sister Ye's nervous expression, Song Shuhang sighed. He also thought of the eminent monk who 'died'.
Could it be that he had to die again?
While he was thinking, the coldness on his body suddenly disappeared … What followed was an indescribable heat. It was as if he was walking in the desert. The soles of his feet changed from extreme coldness to boiling heat that could cook a cooked person.
Song Shuhang felt that at this time, he was like the duckling in the forbidden dish of Huaxia, 'Roast Duck Webs'. A live duck was placed on a hot iron plate and the iron plate with seasoning was heated. Because of the heat, the live duck would walk back and forth on the iron plate. Later on, it would jump. Finally, the duck webs were cooked, but the duck was still alive. The duck's legs were cut off and served on a plate. The duck could be used for other purposes. ]
At this time, Song Shuhang's feet were uncomfortably hot. He felt as if they were about to be cooked. In a few more minutes, wouldn't he be able to cut off his feet and eat them? Damn it!
"Is it a desert this time?" Was it so fun to torture people?
The author of the 'Diary of the Ascetic Eminent Monk' was definitely a sadist.
Before Song Shuhang could get used to the heat, the soles of his feet turned into the pain of being cut by blades. It was a stone forest.
Waves of heart-wrenching pain!
Damn it, where did the hobby of 'ascetic monks' of walking barefoot 'come from? The evil practice of walking barefoot ascetic.
Song Shuhang secretly clenched his teeth. According to his memory, after the stone forest of blades … he was poisoned, right?
Ah, I can't take it anymore. I suddenly feel a little hopeless.
It's coming, it's coming.
The feeling of being poisoned seemed to be a combination of eating the wrong poison and being bitten by a venomous insect.
It was so painful. It was difficult to breathe. It was as if he had a fever of more than 40 degrees! The air he breathed felt like it was mixed with sand, hurting his respiratory tract.
Song Shuhang let out a desperate moan.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." Sister Ye had already tried several methods, but she couldn't get rid of the 'Auto-Continue Chant' ability.
As the prized skill of the ancient witches, Auto-Continue Chant was a godly skill that could guarantee that if the caster was forcibly interrupted in the middle of chanting, the incantation would continue chanting! It wasn't easy to interrupt it in a short period of time.
Sister Ye looked at Song Shuhang, whose face had turned green and was foaming at the mouth. She couldn't help but cry sadly, "Sob, sob, sob."
Song Shuhang opened his mouth, but he couldn't even make a sound to comfort her.
After the poison, there was the beating of huge waves, burying alive by sandstorms, being struck by lightning, and all kinds of torturous pain.
Then … it was almost the end.
The last chapter should be death, right?
At this moment, a neutral, heavy voice sounded in Song Shuhang's ears.
[Soul that indulges in sin and lacks a merciful heart, die once!] []
Song Shuhang finally understood. Did he accidentally trigger a trap in the diary because he didn't have a 'merciful heart'?
You're crazy!
Your diary's plot is like sh * t, and I can see the joy of the 'diary author' everywhere. How am I supposed to have a 'merciful heart' in this?!
It's simply too much.
Moreover, Song Shuhang felt that when he was reading the Ascetic Diary of the Eminent Monk, he had already vaguely found the trick to having a merciful heart.
If he was given another chance, he would definitely be able to read this diary with a merciful heart. However, he wouldn't have a second chance.
But now, no matter how depressed or crazy Song Shuhang was.
The feeling of death descended on Song Shuhang.
He felt as if he had been locked in a small dark room.
He felt as if his bones had been buried in the soil and were beginning to rot.
[In the end, he died …
Even his bones were rotting in the soil.
He used his own life as the end of his ascetic practice.
But his soul was sublimated! ]
Finally, Song Shuhang's vision turned black, and he lost control of his body.
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