The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 123 Hongfa Temple

Ghost money is a special kind of supernatural being that can affect almost any other supernatural being, and the abilities it displays are also outrageous.

Buy abilities, enhance abilities, and even host human consciousness, establish media, etc.

Therefore, it is most suitable to use it to widen the Yin and Yang Road, which is far more cost-effective than buying off Li Gui.

Zhang Dong used it to open the distance between the supernatural world and the real world by more than ten meters, and the Yin and Yang Road was also widened a lot. However, the junction of the two worlds is not a straight line, but has bumps and convexes, so it cannot be completely separated. There are still many places in a staggered state, but this has greatly reduced the frequency and number of supernatural invasions.

Stepping on the Yin and Yang Road, Zhang Dong breathed a sigh of relief and then turned back.

Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the road.

Huang Quan's consciousness has been integrated with Gui Qian, and there is no possibility of escape. Unless his tall black shadow is freed from the oppression of the coffin nails, it will gradually disappear in the long river of time.

This is how a top ghost controller who spanned the ages came to an end.

"So Yin Yang Road is actually what people often call Huangquan Road. I wonder what the world would think if they knew this road really existed."

Zhang Dong shook his head and left here.

The next step is to quickly move the tall black figure nailed to the bone tree to Hongfa Temple. It has been too long and the connection between the two has expired.

According to the structure of the original world, Hongbo Temple should be nearby.

no stay.

Zhang Dong immediately stepped on the muddy path and returned to the ghost market.

That dark space still exists, but its scope has been greatly reduced, and it seems to be some kind of special supernatural space that is difficult to find using the ghost realm.

But the supernatural on the dirt track is easily accessible.

Standing under the Bone Tree, Zhang Dong looked around, thinking about how to move this area.

"Maybe I just need to move closer to the Bone Tree, because the dark space is the supernatural power of this tall black shadow, and it also has a little ghost eye ability."

thinking.

A muddy path appeared directly under the bone tree. The width of the road was just right to accommodate it perfectly. It seemed that everything had been designed in advance.

Every supernatural power in Huang Quan has a great use.

"Let's go."

Zhang Dong said again, urging the spirit on the path to move the tree.

as predicted.

As the tree was uprooted, the entire dark space began to tremble, like a huge pure black box being lifted up and moving with the Bone Tree as the center.

Huang Quan's corpse nailed to the tree was very quiet, and the suppressing force of the coffin nails was as strong as ever. No matter how Zhang Dong accelerated his progress, there was no possibility of it falling off.

Once again on the winding path, he moved it somewhere near Yin Yang Road.

He had to find the temple first, and he had a hunch that there might be a ghost master in the temple, and there might be a conflict.

The supernatural off the trail.

Zhang Dong's figure appeared in this deserted county.

From a geographical point of view, this is the future Dachang City.

There were very few pedestrians on the street, but there were several corpses lying on the ground. Some were very fresh, as if they had just died, and some were severely decomposed. There were many flies flying around, and the rotten flesh and thick blood flowed all over the ground. They had dried up and exuded an unpleasant smell. The disgusting stench.

Pedestrians passed by these corpses quickly without even having the courage to look back.

"A supernatural incident occurred here?"

Zhang Dong frowned, deeply surprised by this situation.

After some investigation, he found no supernatural traces.

Instead, many physical injuries were seen on the bodies.

Immediately.

He understood the reason for this situation.

These are turbulent times, and it’s not just ghosts who can kill, there are also people.

"Everything in the supernatural world is overwhelming. I'd better not get involved in this kind of thing."

After Zhang Dong thought about it, he ignored them and started looking for Hongfa Temple in the streets and alleys.

The world is too big and complex.As a ghost controller, he can only try his best to manage the affairs of the supernatural circle. Being able to deal with the supernatural in this era is already his greatest contribution, and he has no energy to take care of other things.

Walking in this depressed county.

Zhang Dong felt as if a five-flavor bottle had been knocked over, which was very unpleasant.

This was the first time he had seen such a tragic scene with his own eyes. In the past, he had only seen it on his mobile phone and computer. Even then, it was horrifying, let alone experiencing it in person.

The closer you walked to the dense urban area, the more corpses you saw around you. Most of them were shot to death, and a few suffered from some kind of disease. Their bodies were badly eroded, and there were abscesses caused by wounds everywhere.

Some of the corpses were as thin as skin and bones, apparently starved to death.

Combined with what he had seen in other places before, he speculated that the differences between regions in this era were still very large. Some places could still live a decent life, and some places were simply like purgatory on earth.

It seems.

There is a reason why the residents of Taiping Town would rather live next to the ghost market and deal with supernatural beings every day than move away.

After some twists and turns.

Zhang Dong came to a place that looked like a temple.

The door was ajar, and the red paint was mottled and peeled off, revealing the color of the wood inside. Most of the copper balls inlaid on the edge of the door were also missing.

The three large yellow characters "Hongfa Temple" can be vaguely distinguished on the plaque directly above the gate.

Through the crack in the door, Zhang Dong saw that there were overgrown weeds inside, and the mossy stone bricks were hidden in the dead grass, and they seemed to be stained with black blood.

When he came to the yard, he stood waist-deep in weeds and looked at the abandoned temple in front of him.

Directly in front is a two-story ancient temple. The roof is made of stacked bricks and tiles. The walls are vermilion red and are also dilapidated. Large pieces of the wall are missing, and it looks like it has been baptized by cannonballs.

At this time, there was a sound of wooden fish knocking in the temple. The sound was a little low. It didn't sound like it was knocking on wood, but on the skull, which made people feel a little scared.

"Is anyone in the house?"

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, he pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered the house.

A monk in shabby cassocks was sitting on the ground bent over, with his back to Zhang Dong, holding a broken bone in his hand and beating a penetrating skull.

Around him lay seven or eight corpses of soldiers wearing khaki uniforms.

"Donor, the incense in Hongfa Temple has been cut off, and the Buddha no longer protects us. Please go back."

The monk chanted, without looking back, and kept tapping.

"Buddha has never existed. The only one who can protect us is ourselves." Zhang Dong said coldly, noticing that most of the Buddha statue in front of the monk had disappeared, leaving only a incomplete lotus platform.

Upon hearing this, the monk put down the wooden fish, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Zhang Dong.

"Benefactor, you are here."

"Not long ago, a man who claimed to be God came to me and asked me to wait for you here. He said that you would bring a terrible thing and lock it under Hongfa Temple."

He looked to be in his early forties, with a haggard look on his face but sparkling eyes.

Zhang Dong naturally recognized that the god in the monk's mouth was Yang Jian, and said in a calm tone: "I'm here today, and I want to know what else he said."

The monk rubbed his sore legs and stood up from the ground.

"He said that he could have protected the weak, saved all sentient beings, and helped the world, but he did not do so because everything has its own destiny and is arranged by time. Any attempt to change time will lead the world to hell."

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly, and he realized that these words were actually spoken to him by Yang Jian.

He is trying to persuade himself not to change history.

To put it simply, once he changes history, perhaps Yang Jian will cease to exist in the future, the invasion of evil spirits cannot be contained, and the world will become a purgatory.

So, this is why he warned himself.

The monk continued to add: "Donor, that god also asked me to bring you a sentence. Whether you want to say this sentence or not depends on your attitude."

"The fact that I can talk to you calmly has already shown my attitude." Zhang Dong said, and immediately looked outside the door. At this moment, the tall figure of Huang Quan could not be seen on the muddy path.

"Not to mention I've already brought it."

The monk continued: "The god told me that if you are unwilling to accept your future fate, you might as well think about something."

"The end of ghost masters is gods, what is the end of rules?"

(End of this chapter)