To Wang Yuechuan's surprise, they drove all the way out. In the end, Professor Trevor led him to a mountain in the suburbs.
There were only a few peasant houses on the road, which could be said to be a place of panic.
In the end, the two got out of the car and then climbed up the mountain on foot. As a policeman, Wang Yuechuan's physical fitness was quite good, but Professor Trevor couldn't. After a while, he was panting like a cow, and his head was full of sweat. Wang Yuechuan had to worry about whether the professor could hold on.
In addition, Professor Trevor kept looking around during the process of walking, frowning sometimes … Wang Yuechuan believed that this old professor was also here for the first time, so he was not familiar with this place.
"Professor, what are you looking for?" Wang Yuechuan asked calmly.
"Grave." Professor Trevor said without turning his head, "To be precise, it should be a place called a mass grave. I have seen some local residents mention this place when chatting on the Internet … Well, it should be in this direction. Let's hurry up. "
Wang Yuechuan didn't say much … "The Book of the Dead" was translated by the professor. Although he had doubts, he didn't have a valid point of view. But could he find someone else to translate it besides Professor Trevor?
Wang Yuechuan believed that besides Professor Trevor, there must be someone who could translate, but it was not easy to find … More importantly, it was better to know less about "The Book of the Dead."
"Here we are!" Professor Cui Fo suddenly stopped and smiled, "Wang, if you use the words of the East, that is, the heavens will not disappoint those who persevere!"
"Really?" Wang Yuechuan nodded, "What should we do next? You seem to have mentioned before going out … a ritual? "
This was what Professor Trevor mentioned before going out. He said that through a specific ritual, it could also speed up the practice of magic and improve the individual's magic power, but the conditions were very harsh.
Professor Trevor nodded at this time and looked around. This was part of the mountainside. The terrain was concave. The surroundings were shaded, and the humidity was thick. In the exposed soil, some corners of the 'golden tower' that used to be used to bury bones could be seen.
"The Book of the Dead has already mentioned that the composition of our magic power is mainly physical strength, willpower, spirit, and so on." At this time, Professor Trevor put down the backpack on his back and took out the things he was going to use. At the same time, he looked at Wang Yuechuan, "This is why you can master and use magic faster than me. Because you're younger than me. "
Wang Yuechuan said calmly, "I already knew that. So, what does it have to do with this mass grave? "
Professor Cui Fo said, "I don't know who wrote this' Book of the Dead '. Although there are some differences in the translation of many meanings and modern words, it can still be speculated. For example, will and spirit seemed to be the same thing in the eyes of modern people, but the Book of the Dead differentiated them. Physical strength was easy to explain, but why was willpower and spirit separated? I understand it this way. Will is actually our thoughts, and the so-called spirit should refer to spiritual power, a special kind of energy that can be specifically expressed with numerical values. "
Wang Yuechuan frowned and said, "Are you saying that this place may have this kind of special energy … spiritual power?"
Professor Trevor nodded and said, "Yes. It is mentioned in the 'Book of the Dead' that all life has a soul. The difference is the strength, but the birth and annihilation of the soul are the same process. If the physical body as the carrier dies, then the soul will disappear in most cases … However, the soul will always die slower than the body. If some souls have strong emotions when they were alive, they can easily transform into another special energy body in some special places after death. This kind of energy body should be called a ghost, or the predecessor of a ghost. Through this special ritual, we can absorb the energy of these special energy bodies and transform them into our spirit, that is, spiritual power. "
"In that case, let's start," Wang Yuechuan said directly.
Professor Cui Fo didn't procrastinate at this time. After taking the "Book of the Dead" from Wang Yuechuan's hand, he opened one of the pages. Then, according to the pattern on this page, he began to put down crystals bought from the market in different positions on this humid mass grave.
If these different crystals were connected with a line, it seemed to form a specific pattern … It was probably the content of the 'Book of the Dead.'
"Professor, when did you buy this crystal? Why don't I have an impression of it? "Wang Yuechuan looked at Professor Trevor abruptly. He was looking at a black crystal.
This crystal was actually polished into the appearance of a common diamond.
"Oh? This? "Professor Trevor said casually," When I was walking the day before yesterday, I accidentally passed by an antique shop and bought it. This black crystal is of good quality. I originally intended to use it as a raw material for magic, but I happened to find this ritual, so I used it. "
"En." Wang Yuechuan just nodded.
Professor Trevor was busy for a while and finally finished the arrangement. Then, he looked at Wang Yuechuan and hesitated, "Wang … You see, who will perform this ritual first? To be honest, I just finished translating. I'm not sure if it is effective or dangerous. Or, I'll go first. "
Wang Yuechuan stared at Professor Trevor. In Professor Trevor's view, his gaze seemed to have a special magic … Of course, this magic was not magic. It was a gaze that could make people panic.
"No need." Wang Yuechuan suddenly shook his head, "I can go first. Professor, it is very important that you are responsible for the translation. If you are injured, it will only slow down the translation progress. Besides, I am stronger than you. Even if there is an accident, I can deal with it better than you. "
"This … this is okay." Professor Trevor nodded, then looked at Wang Yuechuan and said seriously, "Wang, thank you."
"You're welcome." Wang Yuechuan said calmly, "This is just a matter of priority … So, what should I do?"
"You go straight inside." Professor Trevor pointed to the ritual array, "Then I will try to activate these crystals outside. If there are still spirits left in this place, they will be attracted by these crystals. When these spirits enter the ritual array, they will be restored to pure spirit power. You should be able to feel it, then start meditating. "
According to Professor Trevor, Wang Yuechuan sat on the ground and closed his eyes at the same time.
Professor Trevor narrowed his eyes at this time … If it's here … this is a good opportunity.
It's a pity that I don't have enough ability. At the same time, although Wang Yuechuan proposed to try it himself, the glance just now still made Professor Trevor afraid … Wang Yuechuan still didn't fully trust him.
But … from the moment you peeked at my notes, you have already fallen into it.
Professor Trevor thought while starting the ritual. When the crystals around suddenly lit up with a glimmer from inside, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a little.
Wang Yuechuan also felt that something wonderful began to emerge around him.
"Sure enough, there are still some spirits left! Quickly absorb them! "Professor Trevor said quickly at this time.
Wang Yuechuan had a very basic feeling at this time. Since the birth of magic power, he could feel that there was a special seed in his head all the time. This was the so-called magic power seed.
At this time, this magic power seed was absorbing the energy of the transformed spirits … It was not much, just a trace, but it was slowly nourishing this magic power seed.
Not knowing how long it took, this nourishing feeling suddenly stopped. Wang Yuechuan subconsciously opened his eyes, "Why did it stop?"
Professor Trevor outside was pale at this time as if he had collapsed. He slumped on the ground, "King, I can't hold on anymore. It consumes a lot to maintain this ritual."
In fact, increasing magic power should be to increase the upper limit of magic power. It was too slow to increase the upper limit by relying on meditation. This absorption made Wang Yuechuan's magic power seed grow by almost three times. He naturally felt a sense of loss when it suddenly stopped.
But since this ritual was useful, there was no hurry. Wang Yuechuan stood up readily, "In this case, you teach me how to start it, and then you absorb it, professor."
Soon after, Professor Trevor also began to absorb the energy transformed by the spirits, and his complexion gradually became better. As for Wang Yuechuan, he was calculating the gains and losses between consumption and absorption. Of course, the gain was far greater than the consumption.
After all, the consumed magic power could be recovered naturally. Basically, if he had enough rest, he could almost replenish it in a day or two. However, it was not easy to increase the upper limit.
While he was calculating, he was also observing the so-called spirits that were absorbed by the ritual.
The Book of the Dead … Then, what would the world of these spirits formed after death be?
What would the world after death be?
Whether it was the East or the West, there were a lot of descriptions of the world after death.
For example, the Eastern Underworld and the Western Hell. Or the so-called heaven, heaven, and so on.
These descriptions even went through a lot of artistic processing. The world after death had even been imagined by human beings as a complete and strict world. However, no one had ever really seen the so-called world of the dead.
If these spirits were just a simple aggregation of some kind of energy, why would they look like this? Although they were almost transparent, one could still vaguely see their appearance when they were alive.
And one of the spirits, although it was absorbed by the ritual array, looked at Wang Yuechuan at this moment. Its expression suddenly became painful, began to distort, and finally revealed a ferocious expression.
Wang Yuechuan could even feel a sense of discomfort from the spirit that stared at him. That was hatred.
If it was just energy, where did the hatred come from? Did it still retain its thoughts?
If it still retained its thoughts, according to Professor Trevor's explanation, the will in the magic power was equivalent to human thoughts. Then, did it mean that the spirit still retained its will?
What would the world after death be like?
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"Ghost?"
"Yes! Teacher! "
In the huge underground training ground of the pet hospital, Mo Xiaofei, who had just finished a training, was resting at this moment. While drinking Long Xiruo's special drink to replenish physical strength, he asked, "In the past two days, the girls in our class have begun to talk about the pen spirit, so I'm curious to ask, are there really ghosts?"
Long Xiruo asked casually while picking her ears, "Why do they talk about the pen spirit?"
"Because there's a movie recently, a horror movie about the pen spirit." Mo Xiaofei said without thinking, "So they talked about it. It's a hot topic!"
Long Xiruo yawned, "The pen spirit still exists, but it's a little different from the pen spirit you know."
"What's the difference?" Mo Xiaofei suddenly showed a curious baby look.
"First of all, the pen spirit has no ability to answer all your questions."
Long Xiruo picked her other ear, "The first pen spirit was actually some scholars. Well … It should be said that they were the ancient scholars who studied hard in order to pass the imperial examinations. In short, they were the guys who studied until they died. They died in front of the books, but their obsession didn't disperse and they would cling to the books. Later, such books were obtained by other scholars. Because they were both passionate about knowledge, it was easy for them to resonate with each other. At this time, the so-called pen spirit would appear. The scholar would ask the pen spirit about the knowledge in the book and get the answer … I don't know how this thing spread. It was originally a process of the dead scholar teaching the living scholar knowledge. Over time, it became the pen spirit that knew everything. It's funny! "
"That's still okay!" Mo Xiaofei immediately gave Long Xiruo a flash, "Isn't this equivalent to getting a personal tutor for free?!"
Long Xiruo waved her hand, "How can the pen spirit appear so easily? Only a true scholar with a pure heart can become a pen spirit and attach to the books and not disperse for a long time. Generally, they'll just die when they're dead. Anyway, the Underworld isn't open now. The three souls and seven spirits will soon be destroyed by the Yang energy of the human world. "
"Oh, oh!" Mo Xiaofei nodded, then suddenly froze, "Teacher, what did you say just now … The Underworld isn't open? Is there really such a thing as the Underworld? Is there really another world after death? "
Long Xiruo continued to yawn, propping up her small head, "Why, you don't believe in this kind of thing?"
Mo Xiaofei scratched his head, "No, I just feel that it's a bit illogical … Isn't the Underworld a place for people to be reincarnated? In this case, it doesn't sound like a problem for people to be reincarnated after death. But the population has been increasing all the time. Even if the people who died before reincarnated, they can't account for so many new people, right? Then, where do the souls of the new people come from? It's impossible for a soul to play dozens or even more smurfs after reincarnating, right? "
Long Xiruo smiled, suddenly saying, "If you want to put it this way … it's originally a multi-account login."
"What?" Mo Xiaofei opened his mouth.
Long Xiruo rolled her eyes, "Otherwise, why do you think it's called three souls and seven spirits? One soul or one spirit is enough to be reincarnated. A complete soul can be split into ten avatars. There's nothing wrong with that! As for the reincarnated soul, it will gradually grow into a complete three souls and seven spirits through the body's nourishment. This is a complete reincarnation cycle. So, no matter how many people there are, there won't be a shortage of souls. Sometimes, because of this, the population of the Underworld will explode. It's too busy! Many years ago, there was a fool who said that he wouldn't become a Buddha until hell was empty. But because of this, he was directly cheated. "
Damn …
"Teacher, is the fool you mentioned the legendary Di, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"
"What do you think?" Long Xiruo didn't answer but asked a question.
Mo Xiaofei knew that he asked a very stupid question, so he laughed dryly, "But, why is the Underworld closed now? If it's closed, wouldn't there be no reincarnation? "
Long Xiruo shook her head, "I don't know about this … But, the passage from the Underworld to the human world was closed by someone or for some unknown reason. I haven't seen the army of Soul Hunters from the Underworld for about a hundred years. "
"Closed …" Mo Xiaofei was a little confused, and asked subconsciously, "If it's not opened, where do the souls of the new people come from?"
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