What is the experience of simulating a fairy?

Chapter 259 Sudden Memories Kill

Shen Lue breathed a long sigh of relief and threw the iron rod on the ground.

The boiling power in the body gradually calmed down as the breathing became even.

Lowering her head, a quarter of Zhu Niangui's head had dissipated into powder, and the red spots in her eyes and the fangs in her mouth were gradually fading away.

This is a very clean looking girl.

It's also what she looked like as a human.

In this world, every ghost was mutated into a ghost by ordinary humans who directly or indirectly received the blood of Mukai Onibatsuji.

It is fundamentally different from the ghost clan setting in the Heianjing dungeon.

Shen Lue knelt down and looked directly into Zhu Nian's delicate eyes:

"Since you asked sincerely.

"This is the breathing method of the sun, the pattern of one"

wrong.

After the enhancement of the stellar light simulator, the current moves are very different in terms of power and special effects, and the previous names should not be used.

Why don't you come up with a new name that's cool and awesome?

"Improved version of Type One, round dance neon."

Zhu Niangui used the last bit of strength to hold his eyelids open, and weakly pursed his lips and smiled:

"I didn't expect that.

"It turns out to be this legendary breathing method. Counting it like this, I am also a ghost who enjoys the same treatment as Muzan Onimbutsuji~"

She was already on the verge of death, so the curse naturally failed.

I can safely tell Wu Mei’s real name.

Monk Huicong came over dragging his badly injured right leg and put his hands firmly on Shen Lue's shoulders.

Because of surprise, his mouth opened wider and wider.

Shen Lue held his chin:

"Be gentle, your jaw is going to drop."

Snapped!

Huicong blocked Shen Lue's hand and said loudly:

“The Breathing Technique of the Sun!

"The breathing method used by the strongest swordsman in history four hundred years ago, Enichi Jiguo?"

As a loyal fan of Demon Slayer, he knew exactly what this meant.

In today's world, no member of the Demon Slayer Corps has mastered the Sun's Breathing Technique. Even "Pillar" level swordsmen only use various derivatives of the Sun's Breathing Technique.

Such as the breath of thunder, the breath of wind, etc.

If you have to say it.

Only Kamado Tanjiro's "Fire Dance Kagura" is the closest to Breath of the Sun.

But the real breath of the sun

Only exists in legends.

At that time, Jiguo Yuanyi used it to easily defeat Wuhan, forcing the ghost king to split into 1800 pieces of flesh and blood and escape. It was not until Yuanyi died that he dared to come out and continue the wandering.

Plop——

The little Huicong monk suddenly knelt down straight, clenched his fists with both hands, and his face turned red with excitement:

“Jingze Donor!

"Please teach the breathing method of the sun to the young monk!"

Obviously he didn't think that Shen Lue was the successor to Yuanyi. After all, Yuanyi was only a human being, no matter how strong he was. He had already met the Buddha of the West hundreds of years ago.

Shen slightly raised his eyebrows:

"Ah? This

"Even if I teach you, are you sure you can learn it?"

Huicong was stunned, then touched his bald head:

"Probably, you really can't learn."

Hundreds of years ago, the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps were unable to master the breathing of the sun, so they had to learn the breathing method derived from it, which has been passed down to this day.

"Pillars" can't even learn it.

It's even less possible for him.

Shen slightly smiled:

"So, Master Huicong should just practice well in the monastery.

"besides."

He stretched out his index finger, wanting to remind Huicong to keep this matter a secret.

After all, his strength has not yet recovered, and there is a high probability that Kibutsuji Mumei is still alive, so he must keep a low profile.

HC is quite smart.

He showed a very sincere smile:

"Mr. Jingze, the young monk understands.

"This little secret monk will definitely keep it secret!"

Uh-huh--

At this time, the Zhu Nian Ghost, which was about to completely disappear on the ground, began to groan.

Shen Lue put his palms on her eyelids:

"rest in peace."

After saying that, he picked up the iron rod again, preparing to smash the head with a knife.

call--

At this time, a layer of white mist rose up and enveloped the entire Zen room.

what happened?

Shen Lue was on high alert to avoid any further unexpected dangers.

But Huicong regained his composure after being briefly surprised. He put his palms together:

"Donor Jingze, don't worry, this is a natural phenomenon that occurs after a ghost dies.

"The Demon Slayers call it the reappearance of memories.

"The common name among the people is also called revolving door."

A revolving door?

Shen Lue has heard of this word before.

In short, after a person dies, his life's experiences emerge in his mind.

Could it be that Zhu Nian is a ghost?

Do you want to show us your life as a human being?

Harmful.

Isn't this the "memory killing" that often appears in film and television works?

Monk Huicong held his chest and tried to calm himself down.

Ahhhh——

Xiaoseng was finally able to see with his own eyes the memories that appeared after the death of ghosts in the memoirs written by the demon slayer team members.

When I saw it in a book before, I thought it was a necessary beautification of literary creation!

The fog slowly dispersed.

A girl with twin ponytails and pure eyes appears on the screen. This is the 14-year-old Zhu Niangui.

No.

At this time, she was just thinking about beads.

At this time, there were obvious tears under Zhu Nian's eyes. She knelt in front of the Buddha and sobbed softly. Next to her stood an expressionless middle-aged monk.

After the prayer, Zhu Nian stood up:

"Master, can this really help my mother recover?"

The monk smiled and spread his left hand:

"certainly.

"The poor monk's method has always been effective. As long as the offerings are in place, there is no problem that cannot be solved."

Zhu Nian bit her lip:

"Okay, okay."

Her little hands moved around, and finally she found a few coins in her pocket.

She blushed and handed it over:

“Master, our family doesn’t have much money anymore.

"My mother is seriously ill and cannot be cured even after taking a lot of medicine, so now I can only rely on you!"

The greasy middle-aged "fake monk" had a sarcastic smile on his lips, but he still calmly put away the coins:

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Seeing this, Huicong was so angry that his teeth itched:

"idiot!

"This is to discredit me, Buddha.

"Since she is seriously ill and her family is still so poor, why not persuade her to try to go to the newly built Western Hospital for treatment and do some rituals at this time?

"What's the use?"

The monastery where Hui Cong lives does not have this problem.

Temple regulations: Monks must first advise believers to seek medical treatment when encountering such a situation.

They will only take the order if there is really no other way, or if the victim is already dying.

The next scene is one so-called ritual ceremony after another.

The father abandoned the mother and daughter long ago.

The girl found this "fake monk" again and again.

My mother's illness became more and more serious.

Finally, with the sound of scriptures, she passed away.

Zhu Nian hugged her mother and cried bitterly. She looked at the fake monk with a calm face and roared loudly:

“You are all liars, mom is not getting better at all!

"Pay it to my mother!"