"The heaven and earth are mysterious, the underworld is pardoned, the officials of the earth are on patrol, the nine yins are endless! Lead!"
Kong Sang used the living spirit to forcibly enter the memory of the abbot of Dayen Temple.
Zhao Yuecheng and Zhao Xiaocheng protected Kong Sang.
As for the boundless resentment and blood energy, it was resisted by the masters of the Jinling branch.
Zhao Yuecheng looked at Wang Zhi, who was standing not far away.
Wang Zhi held one hand behind his back and gently twisted the beads with the other hand, as if he didn't care about the difficulties in front of him.
As if aware of Zhao Yuecheng's gaze, Wang Zhi looked at him, smiled, and nodded slightly:
"The executioner of this generation?"
"I thank you for saving my father several times."
"But... you and my father seem to be too close."
Zhao Yuecheng frowned.
Wang Zhi smiled:
"Father is smart and will figure out the situation here quickly."
"Please tell him that if he wants to find me after he wakes up, he can go find Xu Yiyang's parents."
"I won't do it right away."
"Because... if the truth is buried, it will lose any meaning."
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In the memory world hosted by Dayen Temple, the chaotic sea of consciousness space is very unstable at this time.
After all, this time it was Kongsang who forcibly invaded the old host's sea of consciousness, so the other party would naturally reject him.
Kong Sang was not polite and turned into a shark directly.
With the siren rose on his chest flashing, the shark king's consciousness projection appeared behind Kong Sang.
"You are... very angry now."
Kong Sang nodded:
"I don't know why either."
"But... when I saw the dark, bottomless water of the sea of consciousness, I..."
The Shark King nodded slightly, but his expression showed a serious look:
"There is indeed a huge darkness here."
"Kong Sang, be careful."
In an instant, the shark king's consciousness projection disappeared.
Kong Sang jumped directly into the cold water of the Sea of Consciousness.
An uncomfortable feeling came over me.
dark……
Cold...
Dead silence...
despair……
All kinds of inexplicable emotions overlapped together. As Kongsang continued to swim downward, scenes began to appear in front of his eyes.
However, in the picture, it seems that the old abbot of Dayen Temple is not what he looks like now.
In front of you is a closed room.
The person sitting on the main seat could see that it was a Japanese officer's uniform from the war period.
At this time, his complexion ranged from sad to gray.
Beside him, there were several people standing.
These people, some dressed as ninjas and some dressed as warlocks, seemed to be capable people from Japan.
"Our empire...is defeated!"
The officer's eyes were full of resentment:
"The latest information, His Majesty the Emperor has surrendered!"
The remaining people started talking one after another and immediately said angrily:
"How could His Majesty the Emperor give such an order!"
"Our empire will not lose!"
The officer shook his head:
"The destruction of Hiroshima left us unable to recover."
"But even so...the flame of revenge must be planted!"
The officer looked at the people in front of him:
"You are all survivors who escaped from the human epidemic during the Jinling massacre."
"I want you not to return to my country!"
"You have to learn the language and culture here and completely become a Kyushu native!"
"If one generation is not enough, then give birth to children here!"
"In short, wait until everything falls into place, then contact our country and take back all our country's compatriots who died on this land!"
Several people nodded to each other, knelt on the ground one after another, made a big salute, and expressed their determination.
Moreover, they cut their palms and left a special mark.
"This will be our mark!"
"Our descendants will also leave such glory!"
Several people spoke in unison, and one of them acted as an intermediary to help the officer who committed seppuku.
Among them, the warlock dressed like an onmyoji escaped the pursuit of everyone after leaving the secret room and dived down the fastest.
Like a wounded snake, it began to crawl in the darkness.
Immediately, the warlock quickly learned the knowledge of Kyushu.
When he appeared in front of everyone again, his sunny smile made it impossible to tell that he was a Japanese man harboring evil intentions!
And he also successfully deceived others and spread his branches.
On this day, the aging warlock called his son to his side.
Perhaps it was because of the wolfish ambition in the Japanese blood, or maybe it was the overt and covert guidance over the past decades. As a son with half Japanese blood, he easily accepted the fact that his father was a Japanese war criminal.
"Son, I am too old."
"Today's world is not mature enough."
"It's all up to you to figure it out!"
"Remember, the glory of my empire will never be destroyed!"
The young man accepted the task and used a dagger to make an exact cut in his palm!
Then, in Kongsang's eyes, he began to grow and kidnapped his classmates for secret experiments.
The devilish behavior during the war was repeated again.
The weak and pitiful classmate screamed and shed tears on the operating table, and finally died with his eyes closed.
And the boy's attitude gradually changed into that of a young man.
"Did it..."
"I finally succeeded!"
"It's so lucky!"
"Incense? These are the rules of this country!"
The young man showed an excited and evil smile.
Then, when the system was not very complete at that time, he easily entered the Dayen Temple and became a monk.
The madness inherent in his genes makes him the same as his warlock father until he achieves his goal.
I have worked diligently in the temple for many years, and there really is no flaw at all!
Even after adjusting his position, he became a monk with a very good reputation.
In Dayen Temple, both the host and his fellow disciples have very good senses about it.
Therefore, when he was fifty years old, he naturally took over the position of host!
Seeing this, Kong Sang's breathing was stagnant.
Is this the previous experience of the abbot of Dayen Temple?
Suddenly, a burst of crying came from all directions.
Kong Sang looked around and saw painful faces emerging from the dark and deep sea of consciousness.
The expressions of these people are ferocious, ugly, like evil ghosts.
But Kong Sang discovered the identities of these people immediately.
After all, he has recovered his memories from the Republic of China period.
"I thought it was some kind of resentful spirit, but it turned out to be you?"
"The evil ghost who died in the human-faced epidemic?"
At this time, the memory picture is still emerging.
Kong Sang finally figured out the whole story.
"hehe……"
"So, this old bastard summoned all your souls into his body using Awa dance."
"At the same time, I am using the shell of the Auspicious Bodhisattva to plant most of your souls into it."
"The moment the person you worship is about to be replaced by you, will the little consciousness you left on this old guy disappear?"
"So...you haven't been able to be fully resurrected yet?"
Under the sarcastic laughter, those demons with faces that bore witness seemed to want to eat Kong Sang alive.
They all recognized the person in front of them.
Although his appearance has changed, they can't forget that look in his eyes, even if it spans decades.
Suddenly, there was a roar, and ghost hands poked out from it.
Kong Sang sneered:
"Do you think there is nothing I can do in the sea of consciousness?"
In an instant, the singing voice of the sharks echoed throughout the entire sea of consciousness.
The original calm state of the ancient well suddenly turned into a stormy sea.
Those Japanese dead souls who had not yet died showed pain on their faces under such an impact, and their last bits of consciousness began to be torn apart!
"You evil ghosts almost slaughtered all the people in Jinling City when you were alive."
"I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to survive even if I died."
"Awa dance? Auspicious Bodhisattva?"
"You still want to use this method to invade the bodies of people from Kyushu? What a dream!"
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The miserable soul spoke in confusing language, as if begging for mercy.
But Kong Sang didn't even look at it, and just indulged himself deeper.
At this time, a couple appeared in the picture!
Among them, the wife is still pregnant.
They were receiving two auspicious Bodhisattvas from the hands of the abbot of Dayen Temple.
And their faces, Kong Sang could clearly see from the intelligence, they were Xu Yiyang's parents!
Kong Sang's expression immediately changed.
Is this woman pregnant?
It seems like...could it be...
Thinking of Xu Yiyang's age, there is no need to think about it. The couple's bodies may have been taken away long ago!
And just after the abbot of Dayen Temple saw off the couple, a gust of wind suddenly appeared in the room.
Then, a person appeared.
This person wears a strange mask and has a slender body.
The abbot of Dayen Temple seemed not to have expected his appearance and was about to take action immediately.
But I heard:
"I know what you want to do."
"Back then, you were the only hidden descendant left here from Japan."
"I don't plan to argue with you on this matter, but you have to complete one thing for me."
As he said this, the man actually took out a brocade bag from his arms.
After opening the kit, all that came into view were the seeds of Jiu Sui He!
The host of Dayen Temple frowned:
"You don't report my details to others, it seems you have your own purpose."
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
The masked man smiled coldly:
"I need you to select a monk from Dayen Temple who is pretty good at practicing Buddhism every full moon night."
"Then...make it into a flesh-and-blood golden Buddha!"
"And, put this seed in the mouth of the flesh and gold Buddha!"
"You don't have to worry about what I do."
"You just have to do it."
"In this way, no one will know your secret."
"And you will also get a generous reward."
As he said that, the other party placed another bank card on the table.
The abbot of Dayen Temple closed his eyes slightly and thought for a moment:
"make a deal."
"However, you still have to tell me something, what is your identity?"
"Heh." The masked man in front of him sneered: "Head of the Evil Heart Cult, you can call me... the Warlord!"