my weird life

Chapter 877

In the dark.

The black wind swirled, tearing at the black clothes of a body that was covered with skin and flesh, and the rest were bare bones.

Su Wu let go of the rein, walked around the skeleton, and carefully inspected the surroundings of the corpse, but found no other valuable clues left.

He then took off the clothes on the skeleton, and in the dark pocket of the black clothes that had been tattered by the years, he found a token wrapped in debris.

It was a token made of gilt bone.

The front of the token is dotted with gold lacquer in a few hidden words, which means 'the official disciple of Nengben Sect'.

The four corners of the back are carved with some decorative patterns, and the middle is also engraved with two columns of esoteric texts - "Du" and "Qunlu", the sect that can be used for me, naturally Benedictine Master Dotso Baje. '

These two columns of secret Tibetan texts illustrate the specific identity of the skeleton, which is a 'Natural Benedict' named 'Duocuo Bajie'.

It also shows that 'Duocuo Bajie' comes from the 'Dukun Lu Zhineng I Use Sect', which is abbreviated in Chinese, which is 'Nengben Teaching'.

"It was this skeleton that pulled the rope...

If I had followed the hemp rope, would I have seen this skeleton? Wang Huzi asked in a low voice, looking at the hemp rope clenched in the claws of the bones.

Su Wu shook his head.

Without looking back, he said: "Walking along the hemp rope that leads you, I am afraid that it will never be possible to see the real world, but will sink more and more into the collective memories of these Nengben teachers. ', and finally died of being completely infected by the 'Aura of Lu' in their memories."

While speaking, Su Wu gently removed the skull attached to the neck bone of the corpse.

Wang Huzi watched Su Wu's movements, couldn't help touching the back of his neck, and asked Su Wu in a low voice: "What did Mr. Su take the head of this corpse for?"

"Thousands of years ago, these devoted masters of Nengben concentrated on this Dunwang Mountain. On Dunwang Mountain, they most likely conducted some kind of secret training and discovered some secrets about 'Lu'.

I took off the head of this Nengben teacher, but I wanted to try to see if I could enter their collective memory like you.

Found some clues about 'Lu' in the memories. "Su Wu didn't shy away from it, and told Wang Huzi frankly.

But Wang Huzi couldn't understand him at all.

I don't know what the "Lu" he refers to, and I don't know what is going on with "Nengbenjiao Benshi" and "their collective memories"?

He didn't dare to say any more, fearing that he would make Mr. Su angry if he asked too much, so he changed the subject with a smirk: "When you saw Xiao Zhou, Herring and the others earlier, did you also see an 'instinctive instinct'?" The remains of Master Jiaodu?"

"There is only one hemp rope." Su Wu shook his head and threw the skull into the shadow world.

He took the reins of the dragon from Ma Ben, and turned back along the same road: "The three of them are in worse condition than you. Their respective mounts died in the collective memory first, and then, half of the three of them fell into the trap of Master Neng Ben. in collective memory.

After a while at night, I can't fish them out. "

These members of the caravan can easily be drawn into the "collective memories of Master Neng Benjiao" and get deeply involved in it, but Su Wu himself cannot set foot in the "collective memories of Master Neng Benjiao".

——His intention is far more powerful than the collective memory of the Benedictine teachers. As soon as his physical body meets those "collective memories", it can lead to the "collective memories" of the "Nengben Sect masters" lingering around Mt. Dunwang ' Broken in an instant.

The nihilistic world constructed by Master Nohmoto's collective memories cannot accommodate Su Wu himself at all!
Just like a small cup can't hold the water of a big river.

Su Wu led the horse, and led Wang Huzi and others back to the place where Zhou Bo and other members of the caravan were stationed.

Wang Huzi and his group of four pathfinders walked for more than half a day, but they just kept wandering five or six miles away from the large army.

After putting down the small boat, the herring, and the fifth child, Su Wu directed the members of the caravan to boil three pots of water. He poured several bowls of medicinal soup into the water, and ordered them to strip off their clothes and throw them into the pot. Go to 'cook'.

Groups of red and white torches were tumbling under the cauldron.

Zhou Bo and others looked at the three people who were 'boiled' in the pot, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Pay attention to the heat, don't let the pot of traditional Chinese medicine soup really cook the three of them." Su Wu told everyone, "They are deeply trapped in the collective memory of the Noben sect, and have been invaded by a certain 'Lu' breath." dye.

This aura of Lu is similar to Li Guiyu, but it is more terrifying than ordinary Li Guiyun.

This kind of breath acts on the life of the living, and the life of the infected person will undergo a great change unconsciously. The person looks normal, but in fact, he is no longer the original person.

Now I use the firewood to cook the medicinal soup, with the help of this method, the medicinal power gathers strands of firewood breath, penetrates into the life of these people, and also removes the breath of Lu in their respective bodies. "

Su Wu had fought against the "Rinchen Zampashi" who was suspected to be "Lu", and had a deep memory of Rinchen Zambashi's methods.

Rinchen Zampa's son Naikangze and his grandson were all infected by this breath, and eventually they all turned into monsters that looked like humans, but were in fact no longer human.

"To what extent does it have to be boiled to get rid of the 'Lu Zhi' in Xiao Zhou and the three of them?
How to tell? "Zhou Bo asked Su Wu.

Su Wu looked at the three people in the steaming water, and replied: "I will ask Jinglian to pay attention to their situation all the time, and you should be careful when cooking the medicinal soup. Don't let the water temperature be too high. It will be fine for the three of them to boil." .”

"Yes." Zhou Bo nodded.

The 'Jinglian' who was sitting in the distance, sensed Su Wu's thoughts, got up and walked to the three iron pots and sat down.

He clasped his hands together to Su Wu, and said: "I will always pay attention to the situation of the three of them, and you can do other things with confidence."

"Thank you." Su Wu clasped his hands together in return to 'Jinglian'.

After that, Su Wu went to a high slope, picked up many stones, and piled up a Dharma altar on the high slope.

He set up a pair of candles, squatted down on the censer, and spread all kinds of magic utensils such as altar wood, peach wood sword, and talisman paper on a stone slab.

After showing the altar number and summoning the altar protector, Su Wu salvaged the skull of Nengben master 'Duocuo Bajie' from the shadows, and placed it squarely on the altar.

Looking at the skull covered in filth and grease, Su Wu's thoughts moved slightly.

——A figure 'falls off' from him and stands in front of him.

The figure's facial features were blurred, his eyes were ignorant, and he remained motionless in place.Su Wu's colorful silk threads flew from under the sleeves of his hands, and quickly intertwined into a fate texture map behind the figure.

As soon as this figure was endowed with a temporary fate, criss-cross palm lines appeared on his hands, and the blurred facial features suddenly became clear, followed by the sound of bones and joints rubbing and colliding in the body.

Face, palm and bones are all ready.

The figure turned into a nearly real 'person'.

The 'man' was naked, turned around and bowed to Su Wu, saying: "Brother Su."

His expression was calm, and he didn't show the slightest bit of shame because he was naked facing Su Wu.

Now the figures evolved from Su Wu's thought are more and more like real people, and they are completely different from the dull figures evolved from the previous thought.

Su Wu took out a dark blue Taoist robe and straw sandals from the shadow world, and handed them to the 'man', watching him tie up the Hunyuan bun, put on his inner garment, tie up his socks, put on his Taoist robe, and handed out a mahogany handle Sword and a few spells to the other party: "Later, I will ask you to communicate with the skull on the altar, attract its residual breath, and try to enter their collective memory through its residual breath."

"I will do my best." The 'man' smiled at Su Wu, took the mahogany sword and the charm, and turned around.

He pasted a spell on the skull of the heavenly spirit on the altar, pointed his sword at the brow of the skull, and shouted: "I will practice the law today, summoning your true spirit, and you are ordered, and the remnant soul will come quickly——

I follow Lushan Zhuxiao Guangzhao Zhenjun to be as urgent as a law! "

It's a word!
The talisman affixed to the skull on the altar ignited spontaneously without fire!
The green smoke from the talisman curled up, and a mutilated figure loomed in the smoke.

Thousands of years have passed, and under the influence of the strange environment of Mt. Dunwang, this Nengben master 'Duocuo Bajie' still retains a breath of remnant soul.

This is a great blessing for those who came later.

The latecomers can rely on his remnant soul to trace some clues to the "destruction of Nengben religion" and the "Rinchen Tsampa Corpse" suspected to be Lu in Dunwang Mountain.

But for the person involved in 'Duocuobajie', this is also the greatest misfortune.

The 'collective memory' can easily infect the members of the horse gang. As the carrier of this collective memory, the many remnants of the soul will inevitably be tortured in the repetition of the collective memory!

"The remnant soul is summoned, and enters my plate!"

Su Wu's "man" who thought about evolution still held up his sword finger with one hand, and pointed it between the eyebrows of the skull. With the other hand, he grabbed the eight trigrams plate on the altar, and turned the eight trigrams plate around—the "Gen" position on the plate was burning towards the talisman The incomplete figure outlined by Qingyan, the incomplete figure immediately threw it into the gossip plate in that person's hand!
At this moment, in the dim sky, there seemed to be black clouds moving!

Shadows in black all over the altar without a sound!
Black shadows enveloped the dharma altar on the high slope like a mountain, and each black shadow opened its green ghost eyes and cast its eyes on someone who was performing the ritual on the dharma altar.

Su Wu who was beside a certain person casually took out a mahogany sword, and casually touched the mahogany sword with his palm——

The body of the red mahogany sword is like flowing gold liquid!

He casually threw the mahogany sword with flowing gold——

Click!

Sword into the sky!

A series of dragon-claw divine thunders descended suddenly, grabbed the black shadows, and tore them to pieces!

After three breaths, the shadows dissipated.

The mahogany sword fell back into Su Wu's palm.

"You continue." Su Wutong said to the 'Taoist' in front of him.

The Taoist smiled, pressed his five fingers on the gossip plate, raised his sword finger with the other hand, tapped it between his eyebrows, and said, "Quick!"

His condensed figure instantly turned into a puff of green smoke, drifting into the gossip plate, blending with the incomplete figure of 'Duocuo Bajie' on the plate for an instant!
(End of this chapter)