My practice narration is weird

When the sea of ​​blood poured into the temple, Ye Wuyou could hardly put up a decent resistance.

The Dharma-image means of the Five Realms Great Divine Power made his own moves almost a joke.

But then, it continued to collapse and sink until he fell into a coma.

When Ye Wuyou woke up again, he found himself lying in a stone chamber.

Stone chamber?

Ye Wuyou said it was a stone chamber based on the nearby stone walls.

But...

Ye Wuyou wanted to see more clearly.

So he rubbed his eyes again, and his right eyeball moved a little, and a faint red light came out of his eyes.

Even though it was dark, the scene in front of him still appeared clearly in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

This stone chamber... Why doesn't it have a roof?

It is surrounded by walls on all sides, but there is no roof.

The top is not a stone wall, not a ceiling, but an impenetrable darkness.

Also, where am I lying, why am I so uncomfortable?

He just stretched out his hand to stand up, but then his expression was startled, he glanced at the ground below, took a deep breath, and jumped down quickly.

Ye Wuyou's originally somewhat confused mind was almost instantly clear.

He touched his chest, Bai Lu was still sleeping on him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but Ye Wuyou's face did not improve at all, and he looked around with a gloomy expression.

Starting from his feet, the surroundings were densely packed with coffins.

A rough sweep, there are about a hundred coffins?

He was lying on a coffin board just now.

Under the temple, there is a group of coffins!

Or is it more appropriate to say that the tomb is a room?

What about the wreckage of the road? What about the weirdness?

The voice of the narrator sounded slowly.

[Although the wreckage here is just a group of chickens and dogs, such interesting methods are rare. You decide to pull this guy out and ask him, maybe you can hear some interesting things from him]

Well, can you still ask about the wreckage?

Then, as if he had sensed something, Ye Wuyou swept his eyes across the densely packed coffins, and then looked in one direction.

Most of the coffins here were placed flat on the ground.

Only in one direction of the stone chamber, three coffins stood horizontally on the ground.

The dark coffin board was facing him.

But Ye Wuyou was not looking at the three coffins placed in a unique way, but at the object hidden behind them.

A mirror?

No, as his right eye looked over, Ye Wuyou saw the essence of the thing.

A piece of transparent jade, with a surface as shiny as a mirror.

With just one glance, Ye Wuyou determined what the thing was.

The remains of the road are also the weirdness of this place.

Between weirdness and weirdness, if there is no special situation, they will not interfere with each other.

"Mirror, no, is it strange like jade? It's not surprising. I've seen that strange tree stump in the sky prison before."

"But why is there no reflection in this jade mirror?"

Even if the three coffins are right in front of the mirror, even if there are countless coffins in the stone chamber, they can't leave a reflection on the mirror.

Just as Ye Wuyou was hesitating whether to go over and take a look, the jade mirror still emitted a hazy light and shadow.

A figure emerged from it and stepped slowly.

"Kacha..."

A subtle sound came from behind.

Ye Wuyou's aura suddenly appeared, and then he turned around and stared at something behind him.

In the dense group of coffins, a coffin trembled slightly, and the coffin board was lifted.

A skinny hand slowly stretched out from it and grabbed one side.

【Hehe, it's so interesting. Looking at this funny scene, you finally couldn't help laughing. If you didn't already have a wreckage, you would have to take it down anyway! 】

Interesting, sir!

I'm here to find safety, and at most carefully explore the remains of the avenue here.

I'm not here to see the corpse resurrection!

Two ghost hands emerged directly from Ye Wuyou's body, and then they grabbed the coffin board tightly and pressed it down suddenly.

The movement in the coffin was finally suppressed.

The strange power should be used as little as possible, but Ye Wuyou couldn't bear it at this moment.

Just as Ye Wuyou retracted his ghost hand, there were sounds and tremors around.

"Crack... buzz"

Hundreds of coffins vibrated at the same time.

Ye Wuyou looked back and saw several ghost hands hanging alone behind him, shaking back and forth.

The number was obviously not proportional.

Well, Ye Wuyou chose to give up and just watched this scene quietly.

Reason told him that weirdness would not interfere with each other.

However, as a living person, he didn't want to see such weirdness... at least not through the corpse resurrection.

A coffin lid was gently opened at this moment, and a skinny figure stood out from it.

Then, Ye Wuyou could see with his naked eyes that the skinny figure gradually became plump.

As the figure walked out, the other coffin lids also became quiet.

The figure that had recovered flesh and blood in a short time slowly walked towards Ye Wuyou, and finally stopped a few feet in front of him.

He was a middle-aged Taoist priest.

At this moment, the Taoist priest came in front of Ye Wuyou, put his hands together, nodded gently, and performed a Buddhist ceremony.

"Amitabha, old monk Lianchi, meet the donor."

"Donor, you and I are destined."

There was no hostility in the Taoist priest.

However, although his body shape was no different from that of an ordinary person, the dead air on his body undoubtedly meant that the other party was a dead person.

Absurd.

It's fine if the dead come back to life.

But you are a Taoist priest!

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a long time, and finally clasped his fists lightly as a return of greeting.

In the end, Ye Wuyou still asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

"Master Lianchi... Master Lianchi, what are you?"

The dead Taoist priest who claimed to be a monk climbed out of the coffin in this strange place.

Ye Wuyou really didn't know how to start for a moment.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked thoughtful, then put his hands together and responded politely.

"Donor, what do you want to ask is what the old monk is? Or what is this body now?"

"The former, the old monk is just the host of Yong'an Temple, the latter, this body is the Taoist Guanhai of Nanshan Forty-Eight Temple."

Nanshan Forty-Eight Temple?

Is there such a place in Dayan?

The middle-aged Taoist priest saw Ye Wuyou's doubts and spoke softly.

"Please forgive me, benefactor. I am now restricted and cannot walk out of the mirror. I can only borrow this body."

As he said this, the middle-aged Taoist pointed his finger behind Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou turned around and looked at the jade mirror at the beginning.

In the mirror that was originally empty, a monk's figure appeared at this moment.

The monk... Master Lianchi was in the mirror at this moment, smiling and clasping his hands together, bowing gently to Ye Wuyou.

But that jade mirror was weird...

Ye Wuyou seemed to understand something, but then he had more questions.

He finally understood what the narrator meant by interesting.

The weird things he had seen in the past, except for the weird things that were stained with a trace of breath, were not counted.

Most of the real weird things could not speak, and communicating with people was even more delusional.

In my impression, the weird who spoke the most was the footless man.

But he was limited to chanting "jade feet, jade feet".

And now, this weird can actually communicate with people, and his consciousness is extremely clear.

There is no hostility towards me.

So Ye Wuyou thought about it, clasped his fists lightly, and asked.

"Master Lianchi, what is your relationship with the weird? Or are you the weird yourself?"

The middle-aged Taoist was slightly startled, and his expression showed doubt.

"What is weird?" He asked in confusion.

Hmm?

Is it that the popular term weird doesn't work?

"Then let's put it another way, the remains of the avenue, Master Lianchi, do you know the remains?"

The middle-aged Taoist named Lianchi had a more doubtful look in his eyes at this moment.

He thought about it, and seemed to understand what Ye Wuyou wanted to ask, and finally responded softly.

"I already know what the donor meant, but your name for this thing is a bit strange, and you obviously have this thing..."

"Donor, this thing is not weird, but a relic passed down by the Buddha!"