Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

‘Crunch! Crunch!’

"You have another man! That's not my child at all!!!"

"Uh...ah~~"

It was early morning, but Wang Xuebin's neighbors were already lively. There were strange noises, roars, tortures and screams.

Since living in this homestay, Wang Xuebin has been awakened by the noisy sound every day.

"Mao Dan, it's starting again!"

Wang Xuebin pulled the quilt open and let out a breath of turbid air. Although he didn't get up, he was woken up by such bad sounds every day, and he would feel a little unhappy.

I got up, dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face, glanced at the house with messy patterns behind the homestay. Through the narrow window opposite, I could see the injustice filled with souls.

‘Hi~’

In the kitchen, Wang Xuebin carefully turned the pan hanging above the stove fire, staring at the egg cakes in the pot to prevent the heat from being too large and burning the thin, light-transmissive egg cakes.

‘Dondon!’

There was another series of loud footsteps, and a small head that was completely lost poked out of the kitchen, still looking wooden.

"Yo? Junxiong, you came here by smelling the smell!"

Wang Xuebin didn't even look back and guessed who the person was.

Junxiong's situation is very special. The ban set by Jiuju First-rate has no use to him.

It can even be said that any method of simply imprisoning people or simply imprisoning ghosts in the world is a decoration for him!

"Is the freshly baked egg cake fragrant?"

Wang Xuebin shook his wrist and the baked egg cake flew onto a plate that had been prepared long ago. He waved his hand and sprinkled it, and a touch of green onion fell.

"Everything!"

A large bowl of lean egg porridge, eight fist-sized fresh meat buns, an egg cake, and a pot of vegetable salad, rich in nutrients and full of portions. This is Wang Xuebin’s breakfast!

"Do you want to try it?"

Toshio's full name is Sabuki Toshio, who is the child of Sabuki and Kayako. Although Kayako and Sabuki have both passed away and become evil spirits, Toshio has never really died.

That's right, Junxiong is not a demon, of course, he can't be considered a living person!

At this time, Junxiong's form was between life and death, and he could change his form at will between life and death, just like Schrödinger's Quantum Junxiong.

When he chooses the form of birth, he is no different from ordinary children. When he chooses the form of death, it is exactly the same as a ghost.

Such a mysterious scene is the fundamental reason that attracted Wang Xuebin to explore.

Life and death are such eternal and timeless topics. If you can understand the mystery, Wang Xuebin's Taoism will definitely be more profound!

"Come on, take a bite!"

Wang Xuebin gently cut a piece of egg cake with a knife and stuffed it into Junxiong's mouth. Xiao Junxiong's mouth was gushing, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He turned his head to look at the smiling Wang Xuebin.

"Hehe, it's delicious!"

Although Junxiong still had a small face, Wang Xuebin could clearly see the meaning of desire from it. This was the first time he saw the existence of emotions on Junxiong's face.

If life is compared to a flashlight, then death is like a dark forest.

The flashlight shines brightly and shines a straight road in the forest, attracting countless bugs to shuttle between light and darkness.

Light is dim compared to darkness, just as life is so small compared to death, darkness beyond light is endless eternity.

Flying insects passing between light and darkness are like people who are constantly rotating between life and death. They are sometimes born and sometimes die, and they cannot escape between cycles.

There are some flying insects who have found the direction of light. They have escaped the trouble of death and flew towards the endless future in the direction of light.

There are also some sad flying insects who can never enjoy the illumination of light, but they do not know that it is not the punishment of light, but the depravity and demise of oneself.

Aggressive ghosts are painful. Their pain is not only because they cannot be reborn, but also because they will never be able to reconcile with themselves.

Their obsession is not only the reason for their existence, but also their own curse and torture on themselves!

Whether it is the beauty of Chu people or Jiaya, they can only sink into the deep darkness, staring at the crowd bathed in the light with jealousy and resentment forever!

"Let's go! Go and visit your parents, I've wanted to meet them for a long time!"

Seeing Junxiong slowly swallowing the buns in his mouth and drinking all the porridge in the bowl, Wang Xuebin smiled and nodded, stepped forward, held Junxiong's little hand, pushed the door and walked out.

The rising sun outside the courtyard is just right, with thin clouds hanging in the distant horizon. It is autumn now, and the rising sun is spread warmly on your body, giving you a sense of comfort with a slight intoxication.

Wang Xuebin stopped slightly at the door, allowing his eyes to adapt to the strong light, took a deep breath, and a rotten smell of plants and trees came...

"Uh...ah...ahah..."

The warm sunshine made him forget where he was. How could there be a pleasant fragrance of plants, trees and flowers in the place where evil spirits prevail?

Alas ~

"Let's go!"

Wang Xuebin reached out to take out a stack of talismans out of thin air and took out a handful of grass incense. In China, this is a must-have offering for the general public to visit graves during the Qingming Festival.

It’s the first time I’m dealing with a sensible Japanese ghost, and I don’t know if they accept Chinese specialties!

I walked around to the back door of the B&B courtyard, opened the door bolt, pushed the door out, and saw Sahiro's house in front of me.

‘Dongdongdongdongdongdong!’

The house is very different from the homestay that Wang Xuebin rented. Not only is the courtyard of the house much smaller, but there are messy patterns everywhere on the walls and doors.

If you look closely at these patterns, you can also see that they are composed of four-fold chrysanthemum patterns in small ten thousand characters. They are surrounded by a circle on the wall outside the house, giving a strange beauty.

The petals in the middle of the chrysanthemum pattern are no longer separated by straight lines, but have become Buddhist ten thousand-character patterns.

Although Wang Xuebin didn't know who set up the ban, he could guess that it had nothing to do with the monk from Tianwang Temple.

Who made the ten thousand-character pattern commonly used in Buddhism? Well... Faxis is also used a lot!

Forget it, no matter what, it’s chrysanthemum pattern, so it’s not related to Jiuju’s first-class one. As long as it can’t get out of the relationship, Wang Xuebin will not find the wrong door!

‘Dong!Dong!Dong!’

There were loud noises coming from the empty house, accompanied by the loud noises, and the harsh buzzing and low bubble sounds, as if responding to Wang Xuebin's knock on the door.

The sound is terrifying and weird, because the frequency of the sound is very low, it makes people feel upset, irritable and irritable.

This is still the existence of Jiuju’s first-class ban. If there is no such ban, the power of this strange sound will be more than a hundred times stronger!

Thanks to the fact that there are no other people in this area, otherwise, if you live in this voice every day, you will have to show a few lunatics!

‘Squeak~’

The door of the room opened, and what caught my eye was covered with blood, my bones were strangely curved, and I lay on the ground, looking at Wang Xuebin's Jiaozi with empty eyes.

Behind it, rows and rows of evil spirits were all dead in the hands of Jia Yazi. They seemed a little crowded in the small living room, staring at Wang Xuebin with the same empty eyes.

Among the ghost group, Wang Xuebin not only saw a monk wearing a chrysanthemum pattern cassock, but also saw two old men, man and woman. The old man's appearance was somewhat similar to his, and his identity was self-evident!

Looking at such a huge ghost crowd, Wang Xuebin did not have any fear and fear. He glanced at Jia Yako who was lying on the ground and looked at him. He let go of Junxiong's little hand, ignored Jia Yako's body, and strided into the living room.

"For the first time meeting, Zoberga Coconut, here... Wang Guanlan!"