Chapter 850

"Is this a mirror image?"

Su Bai was the first to stop. However, Su Bai did not panic. Firstly, Su Bai had experienced much stranger scenes in the story world. Secondly, he was not alone this time. There were two monks behind him. Tyrant and Fatso specialized in the art of ghosts and deities. Although Gyatso mainly cultivated the Arhat Body Refining Art, he was after all an eminent monk of Tantric Buddhism. Who would believe that he only knew how to slash and kill without knowing the true abilities of Tantric Buddhism?

With the three of them following him, Su Bai felt a lot more relaxed.

Tyrant's eyes narrowed. A ray of golden light flashed between his brows.

Fatso held the green leaf with both hands and swept it between his brows. Then, he opened his eyes and used the Eye Awakening Art to observe the scene in front of him.

In layman's terms, the two of them were opening the Heaven's Eye.

Tyrant and Fatso had already made their move. Gyatso did not do anything else. In fact, he had been focusing part of his attention on Ning Cheng. After Ning Cheng came down, he became very gloomy. It seemed like he was revisiting an old place, causing the memories of the past to resurface. Naturally, he was not in a good mood.

"It's not a pure illusion." Tyrant spoke. He glanced at Fatso and saw Fatso nodding slightly. Apparently, he agreed with his opinion.

"Then what should we do?" Su Bai had always lacked methods to deal with such a situation. He had the zombie baleful energy and the shadow of the cross to strangle the ghosts, but it was actually the simplest and crudest method. With the means of Fatso and Tyrant, they definitely had the ability to maximize the benefits.

"Amitabha. Poor Monk, please lead the way. This place is much more complicated than what Poor Monk had expected." Tyrant put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. His body emitted a faint green light.

At this time, the two Japanese soldiers who were talking on the opposite side seemed to have seen the monk. They walked over and greeted the monk in Japanese. The monk also opened his mouth to say something, but only his lips could be seen moving, and no sound could be heard.

"Bald donkeys are the best at speaking human language." Fatso muttered.

In Buddhist legends, there was a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who guarded the Avici Hell and made a great vow that he would never become a Buddha unless hell was empty. This kind of myth and legend was the same as studying a certain leader's ideological report in modern times. Amateurs would just watch for fun, but experts would often be able to figure out many other meanings, such as the policy outline hidden in it or the planning actions carried out using it as a foundation. From this Buddhist myth and legend, it could be seen that Buddhism also had its own unique way of dealing with existences like ghosts.

After a while, the two Japanese walked away. Tyrant waved his hand behind him, signaling the others to follow him.

Tyrant walked in front while everyone followed behind. Then, Tyrant directly hit the wall in front of him, but his whole body went through it.

Fatso followed behind and hit the wall without hesitation. Then, his whole body disappeared. Su Bai and the others followed closely behind and walked forward together.

After crashing into the wall, their line of sight was all gray. Su Bai walked at the back and could only see the back of the monk glowing with cyan light. Everyone followed the monk like this, or else they might really get lost.

After walking for nearly ten minutes, the surroundings suddenly became clear. Although there was no light, Fatso's two floating ghost fires illuminated the surroundings. The visibility was not bad. After hitting the wall, the light of the ghost fires could not be emitted at all.

However, after looking around, Su Bai found that the surrounding environment was exactly the same as where everyone had been before. After walking for so long, it was more like they were walking in circles, but they had finally walked out of it.

Tyrant put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. The green light on his body disappeared and he looked very tired. Beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead and his breathing had become much heavier.

Fatso took out a medicinal pill from his pocket and handed it to Tyrant. Tyrant did not hesitate and immediately swallowed it.

"Just now, was it ghosts hitting the wall?" Su Bai asked.

Those Japanese were definitely not living people. It should be similar to the kind of illusion that would appear when lightning strikes or the illusion created by ghosts. Su Bai was very clear about this point. But looking at Tyrant's panting appearance, Su Bai suddenly felt that the situation was actually much more serious than he had expected.

Otherwise, if it was just a simple illusion or some ghost that stayed in the same place, whether it was Fatso or Tyrant, they could easily get rid of them.

"Phew …"

Fatso also heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Motherf * cker, if I didn't open my Dharma Eyes to take a good look, I guess the five of us would have all died here."

Obviously, Fatso was really afraid. It was not a joke. Something that could make Fatso, who had always liked to play the pig to eat the tiger, really feel afraid was definitely not an ordinary thing.

"Amitabha." Tyrant chanted the name of Buddha. "It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be. This is Jinling, this is Nanjing. Not to mention the fate of the capital, even Mr. Zhongshan, who is directly above us, could not have caused this situation."

Su Bai still did not understand. Their profession did not match, so there was nothing he could do. Gyatso pursed his lips and asked, "Qilü, is this the pattern of ghosts replacing ghosts?"

Ghosts replacing ghosts was a saying in Tantric Buddhism.

The differences in location and cultural environment led to the development of Buddhism in different regions. The Buddhism that flowed into the Central Plains became, at least on the surface, gentle and humble. In the eyes of the inland people, monks were the image of a kind and kind-hearted person. As for Tibetan Buddhism, it took a different path. Nowadays, if tourists went to some temples that had not been fully developed by commerce, they could still see the artifacts made of human bones left there.

Therefore, Tantric Buddhism paid more attention to the results and took the extreme route. The method of controlling ghosts was regarded as evil and crooked in the Central Plains Buddhism, but in Tantric Buddhism, any monk with a little bit of Taoism could do it.

Ghost Mastery, as the name suggested, meant that humans were controlling ghosts to do things, while ghosts were substituting ghosts for ghosts, meant that ghosts were controlling ghosts to do things. These were two different concepts. Humans were the spirit of all living things, and cultivators of Buddhism were naturally of a higher level of life than ordinary people. Ghost Mastery was also a "natural law" for high-level creatures to control low-level creatures. Thinking from this perspective, if a ghost could control another ghost, then how strong and terrifying would that ghost be?

Even the Ghost King was only so-so.

"Amitabha. Poor Monk found it strange before. Even if this underground research institute was a place where ghosts and monsters appeared by chance, why did we only see the images of Japanese researchers and Japanese soldiers?"

Hearing this, Su Bai finally understood. What the monk meant was that there should be Japanese soldiers here, and Japanese people died here. Otherwise, the Japanese would not have hurriedly closed this research institute before they surrendered in 1944. There must have been some accident. But if there really was a ghost trap here, and ghosts really appeared, why did we only see the ghosts of Japanese people?

According to Ning Cheng, this research institute was like an assembly line. The corpses that were sent in for experiments and then incinerated in the incinerator were estimated to be in the tens of thousands. Even if there were ghosts, it should be the ghosts of Chinese people. How many Japanese people could there be here?

"Monk, do you mean that the ghosts of Chinese people are controlling the ghosts of Japanese people here?" Su Bai asked. If the number of ghosts here was not only limited to these Japanese people, but had reached tens of thousands, for Su Bai and the others, it was not an exaggeration to say that the threat was directly from a slingshot to a nuclear weapon. If they had used violence to break the ghost wall just now, it was possible that the five people present would have been swallowed by thousands of ghosts and died.

The monk was a little hesitant. He did not know whether he should nod, because he felt that something was wrong.

"Impossible." Fatso interrupted at this time, "It can't be like this, absolutely impossible.

There must be a lot of Chinese people who were killed by the Japanese, but among them are ordinary Chinese people, defeated soldiers, and disaster victims who came to Nanjing from other places to seek refuge. Although they are all Chinese, they are not of the same clan, different families, and different surnames. Even if they want to form a ghost pit, it is impossible to have such a harmonious side.

Since ancient times, Ghost Villages, Ghost Palaces, and Ghost Caves had all appeared because the people who died in that area were of the same race, village, or even a specific group. For example, an army was also possible. In this way, when they died together, if they coincidentally turned into ghosts, they would be able to form a whole.

But here, it is impossible. "

Fatso said as he squatted down, took out a compass with his left hand, and calculated with his right hand.

"But from the hexagram, there is a 'one' here."

Fatso's words were very simple and clear. There was a will controlling everything here.

If this will was not the compatriots who died back then..,

Then..,

Who else was there?

Unknowingly, Su Bai suddenly realized that Fatso, the monk, and Gyatso were looking at him.

"What's wrong?" Su Bai asked.

Fatty snickered, "Act, continue acting. F * ck, I thought that no matter how much you gained this time, you would at most bring back a bowl of blood. At worst, you would bring back a basin of blood. Now, even I'm getting jealous. You're bound to have good fortune after surviving a great disaster. Big White, you came back alive and well in the story world last time. This time, you're doing a realistic mission here, and you're actually able to encounter such a good thing.

No, my heart is not balanced. You are full, but you can't let the three of us be your free labor here. "

"Amitabha." The monk was obviously echoing Fatso's words.

"Ahem." Gyatso also coughed.

Ning Cheng, who was standing in the middle of the four people, suddenly felt a little strange, this atmosphere had changed a bit too quickly, before this it was very dignified and serious, as if they had encountered a great danger and hidden danger, but at this time it had changed into the atmosphere of the Stock Exchange.

Su Bai could not help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Obviously, Fatso and the others had also guessed that there was a living vampire here. They were not stupid. In fact, they were smarter than most of the audience. Now, they were asking Su Bai:

Do you still need our help?

Well, if you want to help, then you have to show your attitude. Either you give us some magical tools or you owe us a big favor. Choose.

Su Bai was very clear that although this was a realistic task, and the four of them had also accepted the task, so the task had to be completed. However, this did not make Su Bai feel at ease to ask Fatso and the monk to help him complete the task. He guessed that the core of the task was to get rid of the vampire here.

Killing it or subduing it and letting Su Bai absorb it was the same as completing the task. However, it was obvious that the former would be much easier than the latter.

"Do I look like the kind of person who does not return a favor?"

Su Bai asked. At the same time, he also expressed his attitude. The meaning was: Today, you helped me. Next time, if you want to go to a dangerous place to look for Sarira, I will accompany you. Next time, if Fatso wants to go to a certain place to look for an ancient necromancer's tomb, I will accompany you. Next time, if Gyatso wants to go to the Hidden Mystic Territory to do something, I will also accompany you.

I owe you a favor.

Undoubtedly, Su Bai's attitude made Monk and Fatso very satisfied. At this time, Fatso even shamelessly walked over and angrily patted Su Bai's shoulder.

"F * ck, Da Bai, what do you mean by that? We're friends, isn't it natural for friends to help their friends? What's there to talk about? If you say that again, I'm going to get angry. It means that you don't treat us as true friends."

Of course, Fatso's words could not be taken seriously.

If Su Bai was really stupid enough to treat Fatso, Monk, and Gyatso as true friends, Su Bai would have died in some small corner that no one cared about.

Perhaps the grass on his grave would have already grown to three feet tall.

That was how pure the friendship between the audience was.