28. Gui cannot be killed

28. Gui cannot be killed

Even if Su Wu only has more than 600 yuan of jade, it does not prevent him from thinking that spending a thousand yuan of jade to buy the "Yi Gen Zang" is worth it. Google search reading

After obtaining the mind root treasure, you still need to find a 'meditation method' in order to truly fix this power in yourself and use it cyclically.

At present, Su Wu still knows nothing about the world Zhuo Jie lived in in the past, and it is even less certain when he will get the 'meditation method'.

Su Wu actually knew in his heart: To deal with the 'scab', Yi Genzang only provided a possible direction.

It's water from afar, but it can't quench the thirst that's close by.

His mind calmed down and he summoned another redeemable item: the Hand of the Corpse Ghost.

Ignoring all the explanations about the tricky hand, he looked directly at the last two lines.

The current containment success rate of the Corpse Hand is: 21%.

Compatibility with the host itself: 5%.

Both values ​​increased.

The improvement in success rate is large, but the improvement in fit is small.

The degree of fit should only be greatly improved after continuous exploration and training after true accommodation.

The accommodation success rate is different.

"Every time I experience Zhuojie's past life, it is equivalent to letting his past happen again to me.

Will this lead to an increase in Sly Hand's acceptance of me and an increase in the success rate of acceptance? "

Su Wu looked at the two lines of values, thoughts flashed in his mind, and he pondered for a long time.

He made up his mind and called up the simulator again: "Start the simulation of 'Zhuojie's Past Life'!"

"Selected."

"After deducting 500 Yuan Yuan, your wallet balance is 198 Yuan Yuan."

"In this simulation, you are not allowed to bring anything other than yourself. You can consume 20 yuan of jade to personally experience the past life of the original owner. Do you want to consume it?"

"……no."

"Loading into the game..."

"Zhuo Jie's past life has been successfully loaded!"

…

The sky was still gloomy all around, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance exuded a holy and peaceful light.

Su Wu quickly approached Zhuo Jie's father who was lying on the ground. After getting the food and letters, he left without looking back and wasted no time.

He hopes that in this way, he can escape the pursuit of the "Narrow-Sleeved Guanyin".

But this is pure fantasy.

As long as you are targeted by Narrow Sleeve Guanyin, no matter how far you run or how long you run, you will eventually encounter this strange creature.

Maybe it's just the length of time that makes the difference.

This time, after Su Wu ran out of the dark forest, he saw the narrow-sleeved Guanyin with a heart-shaped face and gleaming white in a riverbank that was pale in the moonlight.

Just as Narrow Sleeves Guanyin was about to get into his mouth, a giant gold-clad dog jumped out of the darkness again and drank away Narrow Sleeves Guanyin.

Howls in the dark wind came and went.

Pairs of pale green eyes illuminated by the nightlight surrounded Su Wu in the center.

Su Wu roughly counted and found that there were twenty-eight pairs of eyes, which meant that there were twenty-eight giant dogs around.

After the last contact, he no longer had any fear of these giant dogs transformed by the "Yi Gen Zang", and he stepped forward to get closer to the dogs in the darkness.

But as he took steps forward, the dogs suddenly disappeared without a trace, riding on the black wind.

Su Wu smacked his lips and didn't force it. He relied on the North Star to identify the northwest position and continued moving forward.

Still walking all day and night.

When the sun was about to set the next day, we saw the temple on the high hill.

This temple had no name, and Su Wu couldn't understand the words outlined on the sutra curtains hanging from the walls.

He stepped into the threshold and did not choose the first room on the left like last time. Instead, he went to the main hall directly opposite the door and took a look.

After seeing a statue enshrined in the main hall with a bird's head and body and two wings on its back, Su Wu walked into the first house on the right side near the main hall.

Zhuojie's father said that there were three mages living in this temple.

Shouldn't the three mages have an attitude of wanting to fight and kill themselves, right?

In this case, wouldn't Zhuo Jie's father specifically ask his son to come and behead him?

There is always a mage who will be the right choice for you.

The furnishings in this room are not much different from before, except that there are no longer thick stalls on the floor, but a wolf skin.

On the Zen bed with the lifelike wolf head facing the door and the wolf tail facing the door, an old monk with a bald head and a long beard looked at Su Wu with kind eyes.

"Master, my father asked me to come to you!"

Su Wu handed the letter to the other party.

The old monk nodded, squinted his eyes slightly, and read the letter by the light.

After a while, he folded the letter carefully and put it on the table, and asked Su Wu: "Your father and I have been friends for decades. We practiced together in Wuxiang Zunneng Temple.

Later, he broke the precepts and returned to secular life. I was sent to garrison here, and we lost contact with him.

The letter said that the village where you live has recently been invaded by Narrow-Sleeved Guanyin, and many villagers have been eaten by Narrow-Sleeved Guanyin. Is this why you came to seek refuge with me? "

The old monk spoke slowly and spoke gently.

But Su Wu noticed a serious flaw in his words!

Since Zhuo Jie's father has cut off contact with the old monk, how can we explain that Zhuo Jie's father knew that the old monk lived here and specifically wrote a letter asking his son to come and seek refuge?

If Father Zhuo knew that the old monk was in this temple, why did he deliberately not contact him?

Wait until you are in danger before you think of finding a friend whom you haven't greeted for a long time to "take care of you"?

The old monk's words were full of weirdness, and Su Wu became wary of him. He nodded calmly, stepped back, and said, "Yes, that's it. Can you help us kill the narrow-sleeved Guanyin?"

"How can Gui be killed?"

The old monk shook his head, as if he didn't see Su Wu moving away from him, and said something completely different from the middle-aged monk with a long face.

Gui can't be killed?

Su Wu's heart was shocked, staring at the old monk and asked, "Why can't Gui be killed?"

Meeting his gaze, the old monk smiled.

The oil lamp in the room suddenly turned pale green, and the green light covered the entire room.

In the pale green light, the reflection of the old monk sitting on the meditation bed overlapped with Su Wu's shadow.

The old monk on the meditation bed suddenly "cracked".

A crack suddenly appeared on the top of his shiny head. With a sound of tearing bones and flesh, a dry head came out of the crack.

Firelight flickered in his dark eye sockets, and his upper and lower teeth kept knocking against each other, making a hollow sound: "I am a ghost. I can't even kill myself, so why should others?!"

A dried corpse completely emerged from the old monk's skin. Su Wu's hair stood on end, but he couldn't move at this moment!

Watching the dried corpse walk to him in the trembling and splitting light and shadow, he threw him to the ground and stripped off his clothes.

Then, it took a brush dipped in vermilion paint from somewhere.

The tip of the brush was like a knife. Every time it passed through Su Wu's body, Su Wu felt the pain of his body being cut!

"Ah-NMB, fuck me!"