Chapter 992 Hush, Little Ancestor!

Chongsheng Temple was being renovated, so the three of them moved to another small temple first. The master was highly respected, so he still had some respect. He dispersed the few monks who were here, and the master personally arranged a magic circle for protection. The three bodies were revealed, and then the three of them sat cross-legged together.

"Amitabha, follow this poor monk."

After finishing speaking, the master closed his eyes, and a wisp of green smoke rose from his brow. His soul turned into steam, and the invisible was better than the tangible. This was an extremely high state, and it was also a state of fearlessness and inaction.

Su Yuhang's soul came out of his body and waited for Fugui for a while. Then the two souls followed the master's green smoke and walked towards the crack in front.

"Buzz!"

When passing through the crack, there was a great pulling force from all around. Because Fugui had not yet attained enlightenment, the master and Su Yuhang were blessing Fugui on the left and right. After a quarter of an hour, the souls of the three people passed through the crack safely.

Immediately, the souls of the three people transformed into their own bodies.

Above the head, there is a mysterious arrangement of stars, and under the feet, there is the layout of the hells in the ten directions. Perhaps, the warlocks of the Great Qin who arranged this battlefield two thousand years ago would not have thought that one of their actions at that time would lead to the knowledge of hell in later generations. Various legends, even from a fantasy perspective, far surpass the Great Qin Empire of the past.

Xu Fugui bent down and felt the ground with his soul. This was a ground with emotions, because it had been soaked in countless blood, and a shocking killing had occurred here.

Fugui didn't know what the final outcome would be, whether the Qin army was completely annihilated here, or whether they succeeded in annihilating a group of audience members who came.

But no matter what the ending here is, nothing that happens here will actually have any impact on the final ending.

In other words, the story here can be summarized as "I have been here, I have fought, and I have sacrificed."

The master clasped his hands together and recited the Heart Sutra silently. He was performing a salvation, but it was obvious that this salvation had little effect, because there were no substantial dead souls here, and the residual thoughts left behind had experienced two thousand years. It doesn’t mean that you will be able to transform after tempering.

Su Yuhang's eyes wandered here. In fact, he should be the most literary among the three people, but in fact, it seems that such things as literary youth only appear to those who like to show off. At a time when the rich and the great masters are nostalgic for the past and present, Su Yuhang appears more calm, that is, more practical.

He was searching, he was observing, whether there would be anything he needed in this ancient battlefield, which would later be called hell.

A few moments,

After Master's salvation was over, Xu Fugui also slowly straightened up.

The three of them walked side by side through this ancient battlefield.

There are not many corpses, because this ancient battlefield is not completely isolated, so I don’t know how many miscellaneous things have been sucked in over the past two thousand years, and I don’t know how many things that were originally here have flowed out, but every distance can still be I saw some severed finger remains and broken weapons.

"We should have won the battle here." The master analyzed, "So the Qin army cleaned up Paoze's body after the victory."

Xu Fugui nodded, that should be the case, because according to the traces left here, at least a dozen boss-level listeners from both sides of this battle fought here. In fact, the number may be more, and the Qin army sometimes did They compete with each other for casualties based on military formation and numbers. Therefore, if the battle here is defeated, there will definitely be a lot of corpses left by the Qin army. Even if a lot of them have been scattered in two thousand years, it is not surprising to see the small number of remains of weapons here. The Qin army should have won the battle here.

But a partial victory cannot change the outcome of the entire situation. After all, the three people present know that big-name audiences may seem precious, but for radio, they are nothing more than products manufactured batch by batch on the assembly line.

Leaving aside the battlefield relics, there are actually more messy things here, which may have been sucked in by the cracks by chance. There are Greek-like sculptures and oriental ornaments.

But there really aren't many valuable things here.

Su Yuhang felt a little disappointed, as if he had arrived in a hurry and returned disappointed.

The master and Xu Fugui came here with the mentality of "outing", which is similar to visiting a history museum, so it is not very utilitarian. The two of them walked around, looked at and touched, and they felt it was a kind of enjoyment.

Suddenly, Su Yuhang stopped and pointed at his feet,

"There is something down there, it should be a coffin."

"Is there a coffin?" Xu Fugui came over with interest. To be honest, although there are many kinds of things in hell, there have never been any real high-quality products. The three of them still hope to gain something else.

Su Yuhang's soul power was released, and a piece of dust and rock below floated away, revealing the surface of the sarcophagus.

The master knelt down to identify it carefully, then shook his head, "It's another imported product. It seems to be from Central Asia. Judging from the patterns, colors and carvings, it should be from the ancient Western Regions."

This means that this coffin is not something left over from the battlefield of the Qin Dynasty, but was absorbed from somewhere.

Su Yuhang was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he still used his soul power to lift the lid of the sarcophagus. No matter what, he had to open it and take a look.

The sarcophagus was opened, revealing the true face inside.

A pretty-looking woman was lying here silently.

Her appearance is well-preserved, but in fact she has existed for at least a thousand years, and her value definitely surpasses that of the so-called Loulan Ancient Corpse.

But Su, Yuhang and the others are not here for archeology, so to them, it is of little value.

"Well, an ancient corpse, haha..." After saying that, the master smiled again, "It is an ancient corpse that has been cursed by someone. It is interesting and interesting. This female corpse has become stiff, but in this place, although There is no direct restriction by the laws of heaven and earth, but the residual murderous thoughts on this ancient battlefield are too strong, and she dare not wake up.

Now that there are three of us here, she is even more afraid to wake up. Haha, she is pretending to sleep. "

The master laughed freely.

Immediately, the master pretended to be compassionate and said:

"Amitabha, this coffin is not old enough."

Xu Fugui nodded from the side, "Hey, this woman still has something in her stomach. It's a pity. The year is really not enough. If we hadn't met in this place, we would have made a midnight snack if we met under normal circumstances."

"That is the origin of the curse. It was implanted by the person who gave her the curse. It is usually a seed or a small insect. The method is very similar to Miao Jiang's cultivation of gu. But what do you think of Fugui? You're right, if this thing is old enough and used to make wine, it will indeed taste good, but unfortunately, the age is still a little different, so it would be a pity to use it to make wine."

At this moment, Su Yuhang's expression suddenly changed and he said: "Silence!" Soon, Su Yuhang sighed again, "Forget it, it's too late."

After saying that, Su Yuhang waved his hand, and the coffin lid flipped back again to cover the coffin again.

Su Yuhang's face also looked a little ugly.

"What's wrong?" The master was a little confused.

"Let's go and have a look elsewhere." Su Yuhang said as he walked to the other side. He did not explain his behavior just now.

"Let's search separately. It would be too troublesome for the three of us to search together." Xu Fugui suggested.

The master and Su Yuhang both nodded, and then the three of them separated.

About ten minutes later, Xu Fugui's figure came back here again. He looked a little clumsy in his tiptoeing, but also a little cute, like a simple and honest uncle next door. Of course, what Xu Fugui didn't know was that he was Twenty years later, this image was uniformly called Laowang next door.

Xu Fugui looked at the other side. In fact, his figure was still wandering there, but Su Yuhang and the master had gone far away. He touched his chin worriedly.

"The trick I learned from the master should be useful, right? Forget it, I don't care about my original self and my true self. Anyway, Su Yuhang is also a soul body in this ghost place, and he has the huge remnant suppression here, so he should also I can’t tell which one is my true self and which one is my true self.

No matter, let’s take a look at how my godson is doing.

It's really weird, little guy, godfather, I didn't expect that I could meet you in this damn place even though you haven't been born yet. You won't be unlucky enough to become a listener in the future, right? Well, that's right, your parents are both listeners. Unless they left you in an orphanage to fend for yourself since you were a child, the probability of you becoming a listener without being affected by cause and effect is really low. "

Xu Fugui continued to mutter to himself while carefully preparing to lift the coffin:

"It seems that this ancient battlefield enchantment is not that simple. The warlocks of the Qin Dynasty did have two brushes. This enchantment should be infinitely close to the story world created by the broadcast. It can actually change the relationship between here and the main world outside. Time flows.”

With that said, Xu Fugui opened the coffin lid carefully without making any sound, squatted down, put his head above and stared at the female corpse in the coffin carefully again.

"Shh, your dad is gone."

Xu Fugui put his index finger to his lips and made a "silence" gesture. In his eyes, there was another soul inside the female corpse at this time, or it was almost like another gaze.

He thought it should be a baby, because it was too difficult for Fugui to imagine what Su Bai would look like twenty years later.

Fugui felt really happy when he thought that he had met his godson so early in advance before he was born.

"Shush, your dad is gone, shush shush shush... little ancestor, pee quickly!"

Xu Fugui kept "shushing" softly in his mouth, imagining that he was coaxing his godson to urinate for him.

He himself enjoys it,

Can't help myself.