We can't say that this ghost has a human form, it's too forced. At most, it's just beginning to take on a human form.
This is more like a polymer of a bunch of arms, and it is a rough aggregation. The weird-shaped arms are grasping each other, and some can crawl freely, as if they have their own thoughts.
There are a bunch of arms on its abdomen with palms facing each other, and the sharp nails scrape and bump against each other, making human sounds.
"Nice sacrifice!"
The sound sounds like the noise of countless beetles rubbing their mouthparts, but there is indeed a low-frequency tone that can be heard clearly.
Li Dingxun's left eardrum was ruptured, so he could only hear one side.
"The Great Master Xiangshu will be satisfied. All sentient beings have hundreds of appearances. Such a fearless appearance is rare to see in a thousand years."
Black sludge gushes out from the "claws" on the Hundred-Armed Ghost's chest and abdomen, and a strong fishy odor spreads out.
Li Dingxun wanted to say something, but suddenly he realized that his throat had been torn.
"Come and become one with us!"
The hundred-armed ghost suddenly jumped down from the blood pool, covering Li Dingxun like a starfish, opening its claws and swallowing Li Dingxun completely, then jumped back into the blood pool and disappeared into the bubbles.
…
Death is my friend, and now he invites me to become the master of nothingness.
Li Dingxun stood in the dark room.
"Do you regret it?" someone asked him.
Li Dingxun did not answer.
"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. You are so bold. Do you think your Dharma King says you are the best in the world and you are truly invincible?"
"It's your own fault!"
Li Dingxun feels the existence of his body.
Can't feel it.
And the whispers in the dark are still chattering.
"What should your parents do? Their son died after a trip?"
"They can rest assured about you. And you told your mother in the Pure Land the night before yesterday that everything was fine with you."
"How sad would they be if they knew?"
"Your life is not your own!"
Li Dingxun frowned and asked, "What do you want to say?"
"Give up..."
Li Dingxun sneered and continued to remain silent. Let's see whether you can speak or I can bear it.
…
If it takes a quarter of a second to say a word, then Li Dingxun listened to it for 164,821 years, seven months, twenty days, eight hours and three quarters.
"You..." The whisper was already trembling, "Aren't you annoyed?"
"Go on, I'm listening."
"Ah!!!" After the manic howl, the whisper fell completely silent.
There was wind blowing in the darkness, carrying sand, hitting Li Dingxun's gentle and illusory existence, and slowly settling.
If eight grains of sand fall to the ground in one second, it will take another 329,565 years to form a sea of sand and bury Li Dingxun.
The sand sea is very delicate, warm, and has the smell of sunshine, just like the fine white foam of sea water.
The gravel turned into water droplets, and Li Dingxun fell into the sea water.
There is light rising from the sea.
Li Dingxun cannot move, he has no body, and his existence is just a shadow puppet of will.
So he felt the light, the light refracted by the sea surface was disillusioned, and the grid-like bright waves moved on Li Dingxun's soul membrane, burning hot.
The pure water was occupied by tiny blue plants and poured into Li Dingxun's body.
Complex feelings that transcend human brain cognition hit my heart.
All life and subtle existence are one, and they are linked by a common will.
The sea had been emptied of blue vegetation, and now it was buried in a dense network of vegetation.
A flame was ignited, and when everything turned into dust, Li Dingxun was reborn from the ashes.
…
The blood pool dried up, an arm stretched out, scratched the edge, and stood up.
"who I am?"
"I'm Li Dingxun?"
"No……"
The man stood, waving his hands unconsciously, violent air currents raging, the cave trembled and struggled under such pure violence, and countless statues were broken, including Yaksha.
The clumsy hands of a first-level god have turned into instincts, and his movements are like the incarnation of natural disasters.
The cave collapsed, and the man fell into the underground undercurrent and disappeared along the way.
The Blood Holy City collapsed under his remaining power, letting out the death cry of a giant beast.
…
East China Sea.
The Taoist priest stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the line between the sea and the sky. The slight curvature was shining with light, distinguishing the cloudy sky from the gray sea. It was the edge of the world. In his imagination, there should be a waterfall there, and the water fell together with time and space.
Into nothingness.
This deep and terrifying thought makes people feel frightened from the bottom of their hearts, and they can't help but stare obsessively at the horizon, where there seems to be a calling power.
The Taoist priest fell into deep thought.
"It's time to eat!"
The Taoist priest retreated from his meditation.
"Come here!"
The fisherman girl brought a basin of stewed fish and placed it on the small square table. There were four dishes in total and one soup.
The old man sat on the side near the cabin, the younger sister sat on his left, the Taoist priest sat opposite, and a swordsman in black sat on the right.
The boat was not big, so it was a little bumpy on the waves, but the old man and the little girl had grown up on the boat, and all their actions were the same as on the ground. As for the Taoist priests and swordsmen, they were skilled in martial arts, so they naturally fought steadily.
The Taoist priest sang, "May little sister Fu Xixi be young and beautiful forever."
"Ha, bad Taoist priests know how to use nice words to make people angry. If they get a chance, they will stew you!"
The old man was holding a wine jar and pouring wine for the swordsman, "Please."
Taste the aroma of the wine, and then drink it all in one gulp. How can the drunkard's intoxication be experienced by ordinary people?
At the dinner table, after eating a few chopsticks, everyone's conversation gradually became more interesting, and the Taoist priest and the swordsman began to chat.
"Zimo, can we really find your grandfather's relics?"
The swordsman said softly, "Even if you can't, it's still good to go to sea and gain more knowledge."
The little girl pretended not to care, but her ears perked up.
The Taoist priest complained, "It's time for Master to talk about me again. Last night in the Pure Land, he said, 'We are Taoist priests on land and cannot adapt to the sea.' Haha, the old man is practicing Taoism and is suffering from senile dementia..."
The little girl had a hard time holding back her laughter, but the old man laughed loudly without any worries.
The Swordsman has become immune to such jokes that lack explosive points and are not even half-hearted.
"Hey, Mo Mo, tell me about your grandfather again. He witnessed the Buddha's divine palm back then."
"There were many people who witnessed that scene, and my grandfather was not Mo Yun, the swordsman in white. There is nothing to say."
"That's amazing!"
Bai Zimo took a sip of wine, put down the pottery bowl, and picked up chopsticks to look for food.
The Taoist priest curled his lips, then looked at the younger sister with a smile, "Fu Xixi, do you want to know my dream?"
"If you want to say it, I can't stop you."
The Taoist priest smiled and said to himself: "My dream is to be like my master, to live a peaceful and ordinary life."
"Tsk, I don't believe it."
"Why?"
The little girl looked at the energetic Taoist priest and thought to herself: Because you are an eagle soaring on the sea, your destiny is to look at the vast sky.
"Don't tell me, it's just my intuition."
The sound of laughter and laughter echoed across the sea and was lost in the wind. There was a cloud gathering in the distance, and a storm was coming.
