Wu Dazhi didn't know how to answer Baizhu's question. It could indeed be said to be Wang Jing's mother, but not entirely.
"Little bastard, stop worrying about things that are not your business, study hard, and be careful when your father comes back and kicks your ass!"
Wu Dazhi didn't even look at Bai Shu. He said in a calm voice that all his thoughts were now focused on Wang Jing's mother. What happened?
When Wu Dazhi rushed to the door of Wang Jing's house, the scene where Wang Jing jumped from the building had been cordoned off by the police. The police were examining the body that exuded a strong smell of blood. Wang Jing's mother found out in the morning that her daughter had committed suicide by jumping off the building. She couldn't stand the excitement and fainted.
, has been rushed to the hospital.
At this time, apart from the police, the only person present at the scene was Teacher Meng, who was sitting on the edge of the big flower bed and shivering. She still couldn't believe that the little, lifeless girl who had just been carried away was brought by herself.
student for four years.
"Teacher Meng!" Wu Dazhi walked through the slightly crowded crowd and came to Teacher Meng's side: "Are you okay?"
"How could this happen?" Teacher Meng raised her head, her red eyes indicating that she had just cried bitterly.
"Don't be too sad, this kind of thing..." Wu Dazhi didn't know what to say. He began to doubt whether his initial choice was correct.
At the beginning, he could obviously take over the buried boy, but he gave up for some ridiculous reasons. He obviously wanted to save Wang Jing from the buried boy, but the final result was to speed up the process.
Wang Jing’s death.
Wu Dazhi raised his head blankly, and suddenly he spotted that familiar figure on the other side of the flower bed.
"Hehe..." A cold voice came: "Didn't you say you could save that child from my hands? It's a pity that she is still dead. Now she can be my company, and..."
As he spoke, the burial boy stretched out his arms stiffly, and the soul of a little girl suddenly appeared next to him.
"Wang Jing!" Wu Dazhi shouted involuntarily. Teacher Meng raised his head and looked at Wu Dazhi in horror, as if he was looking at a monster.
Wu Dazhi completely ignored Teacher Meng beside him. He raised his legs to catch up with Burial Boy and Wang Jing who were about to leave.
"Wait..." Wu Dazhi shouted. At this time, everyone present looked at him strangely. In their opinion, Wu Dazhi was stimulated, but they did not understand that a person who had nothing to do with the deceased at all
, and what made him insane?
Wu Dazhi kept chasing forward. He did not notice the changes in the scenery around him. Those streets were no longer familiar, nor were the old buildings in disrepair. Everything became brand new, or to be more precise, everything
They have all become a paradise.
Endless grasslands, occasional slowly flowing rivers, and various wild flowers. These things that should not appear in this city are now presented to Wu Dazhi's eyes.
Wu Dazhi suddenly stopped. He finally realized that something was wrong. He was too familiar with this scene. The Bardo Realm, he recited silently in his mind.
"Dazhi, we meet again!" Just when Wu Dazhi was stunned, an old but excited voice sounded behind him.
Wu Dazhi quickly turned around, and sure enough, the withered old man standing behind him was the wizened old man. Wu Dazhi snorted in displeasure. He should have thought that all these things were planned by him.
"It's you again!" This time Wu Dazhi was obviously not as excited as the last time he saw Lao Lu. He asked unusually calmly: "So these things are all caused by you? Tell me, what is your purpose?
It seems like it’s not just as simple as collecting ghost grudges, right?”
"Oh!" Lao Lu said exaggeratedly and surprised as if he had discovered a new world: "You are very calm this time. This is progress! Yes, what I want is not just ghost resentment, that thing is very important to me.
It is indeed very important, it is a very important thing to resurrect the ghost mother!"
"I know!" Wu Dazhi said coldly. He knew very well that this was not what Lao Lu wanted to say: "If you have anything to say, just say it quickly. I don't have time to play with you!"
"Don't be excited!" Lao Lu still had a smile on his face, making it difficult for people to guess what he was thinking: "When you are angry, you become unlovable! But..."
Lao Lu said in a deliberately long voice. At this time, he was like teasing an old cat that was about to die, full of bad taste.
"But what?" Every time Wu Dazhi faced Lao Lu, he could not maintain his composure.
"Oh!" Lao Lu let out a long sigh of relief as he suddenly realized: "It seems they didn't tell you everything! In fact, if you want to resurrect the Ghost Mother and get her power, you need someone who can open the door to the Ghost Mother's dojo.
!As far as I know, only one person has possessed this power in thousands of years!"
Wu Dazhi blinked. The amount of information Lao Lu said this time was a bit large, and he couldn't understand it at first. Ghost Mother Dojo? It's clear that they have all been there. What special skills are needed there for you to open.
And he said that the person with that power only comes out once in a thousand years. According to this statement, it is a protected animal in the esoteric religion. It should be under the full protection of Long Zhi and the others. Could it be said that Long Zhi and the others were not careful?
Lost it?
It's so nonsense. Wu Dazhi shook his head. He couldn't be persuaded to believe it no matter what.
"It seems you really don't know. In fact, the place we visited in Tibet is not the real Ghost Mother Dojo. Only that person can find the real Dojo!"
"Who is that person?!" Wu Dazhi asked sharply. He had a very unpleasant feeling that he seemed to have something to do with that person again.
"Hehe..." Lao Lu smiled strangely: "You see how unkind those so-called righteous people are. They don't even tell you such important things. The one who can really find the Ghost Mother's dojo is the Dharma King of the Ming Dynasty! But...
…”
At this point, Lao Lu's eyes dimmed a little: "But the Dharma King of the Ming Dynasty has been torn into pieces by Long Zhi's old lamps, and can no longer be reincarnated as a complete soul..."
Wu Dazhi was completely confused this time. He seemed to have understood what he had done wrong. He was not the whole of the Ming Dynasty Dharma King, he was only part of it, and the Lao Lu in front of him should also have a part of the Ming Dharma King's soul.
But, come on, it's obviously not complete. Why is Lao Lu so powerful, but he is so cheating?
"Dazhi, it seems that you have understood. Yes, you are just like me. You just have a small part of the soul of the Ming Dynasty. There are other people like us in this world. What do you think, do you want to join my team?
?”
Lao Lu stretched out his hand in a friendly manner, "Don't believe the words of those so-called messengers of justice. Obviously when you find the buried child, you can beat it to ashes immediately. That way Wang Jing will not die, and Wang Jing's mother will not die."
If you go crazy, no tragedy will happen in the world..."
"Shut up!" Wu Dazhi roared angrily. He admitted that it was a stupid mistake he made, but was it right to beat those evil spirits to dust?
Is it true that if you do something wrong, there is no room for reversal?