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Chapter 192 Ghost Warrior
The old monk, who was no different from a dead bone, tapped the wooden fish in front of him rhythmically, his voice was low and hoarse as if coming from a corpse.

"Prajna...stop it...they are not enemies..."

Staring at Fu Jiang's masked boy, he immediately lowered his hands and walked slowly back to the old monk, standing still like a puppet.

"Hey, old man, can't you hear me calling so many times to stop?" Fu Jiang said angrily.

"Ahem... sorry... there are very few outsiders in the ghost country, I can't guarantee that you are not their people." The skinny old monk coughed lightly.

"Are you sure now?" Fu Jiang curled his lips, took Lisha's sunshine torch, and walked slowly, the villagers on both sides gave way in horror.

"It's ok...their souls are black...ahem..." The old monk coughed violently again.

"Oh? You can see our souls?" Fu Jiang was slightly surprised. He held up a torch and took a closer look at the old monk, only to find that one of his eyes was cloudy like a severe cataract, and the other was simply a shriveled black hole. .

His whole body was covered with dirt left over from years of unwashing, exuding the stench of a rural dry toilet, his withered right hand had thick joints, and his nails were covered with dirt, and the other hand was tucked into its sleeve and holding a knife to carve Buddha statues .

"That's right... black represents malice... ahem... that girl is very pure white..." The old monk coughed again, as if every word he said made him breathless.

"What about me? Is it also white?" Fu Jiang pointed at himself.

"Yellow...is a color that the old man has never perceived..."

"Damn!" Tomie cursed, Risa covered her mouth and almost laughed out loud.

"Hey, old monk..."

"I am not a monk, I just carved some Buddha statues to atone for the sins I committed back then...you can call me Buddha Carving Master, cough cough..." The old man coughed weakly twice.

"Okay, Ah Diao... tell me, what's the matter with this guy? Why does he seem different?" Fu Jiang flicked the mask of the ghost-faced boy with his fingers, making a wooden sound.

"The matter of Prajna... we still need to start from the legend of our temple of gods and ghosts." The Buddha Carving Master slowly narrated.

There are twelve ghosts and gods sealed under the ghost temple.

Everyone should have stayed away.

However, there are always people who covet the power of gods and ghosts to strengthen themselves.

Since the first human obtained the power of ghosts and gods here and became a powerful ghost warrior, there has been a legend in this temple that can trade power with ghosts and gods.

The trading of ghosts and gods here is very evil, offering one's own limbs can be exchanged for powerful power, the more important the donated organ, the stronger the power obtained.

The Buddha Carver also showed what he had dedicated. Except for Yimu, when he pulled up his trousers, his feet and toes were all gone.

The left arm is a wooden prosthesis.

He lifted his hair and his ears disappeared.

He opened his mouth, half of his tongue was missing, and not a single tooth remained.

And he always speaks in ventriloquist.

Fu Jiang pinched his nose with disgust on his face, speculating with the greatest malice, whether this old thing has killed his own baby, which made the place full of foul smell.

"When the old man was young, he was obsessed with gaining more strength in order to strive for strength. He almost sacrificed all the limbs that could be dedicated to him. Now that the hatred is over, he has realized everything. Only health and family are the most important..."

"So this old man lived in this monastery, persuading all those who intend to exchange their lives for power...until they die...ahem..." The Buddha Carving Master said so much in one breath, coughing up a lot of blood on the ground.

"This guy...he also sacrificed himself? How big is this, revenge for killing his father, or hatred for taking away his sister?" Fu Jiang looked up and down Prajna.

"No, he was brought by his father more than ten years ago, and he was just a baby."

"And his father was an excellent physician."

"That night, in the monastery, his father personally cut off Prajna's limbs, including the parts of the brain that deal with pain and emotions, leaving only a few organs that can sustain life..."

"I still remember that night, the wind and rain were blowing, and there were many ghosts. The ghosts and gods in the whole temple seemed to be breaking away from the seal..."

"But he failed, he thought he had failed, and the baby Prajna died on the altar..."

"I watched him go, and his soul was the darkest I've ever seen..."

"I picked up Prajna and wanted to bury him in the cemetery, but at the last moment, I felt his heartbeat, it was so tenacious, he wanted to live..."

"I saved Prajna, I made him a prosthetic, and I taught him sword skills...cough cough..."

"Banruo is already the strongest ghost warrior in Shengui Temple..."

There was silence in the dark temple, only the weak coughing of the Buddha carver.

Banruo still sat on the ground without saying a word, as if what he just said had nothing to do with him.

Risa carefully took off Hannya's evil ghost mask, and immediately covered her mouth and was shocked. The delicate outline of the immature face can still be seen, but where the eyes should be, there are dark holes...

"Is that bastard doctor still alive! He tortured his own child like this, I'm going to chop this bastard into 48 pieces!" Lisa held her sword angrily.

"I only felt that same evil soul once when I was collecting materials...he has become a priest...his name is Huang Quan...cough cough cough cough cough!" the Buddha Carving Master coughed getting more serious.

"Huang Quan... the high priest of the evil god that Hirasaka mentioned?" Tomie's eyes widened.

"Isn't that a coincidence?" Risa asked in surprise.

"Hey! It's really Tangram knocking on the door, and it happened to be home! Before I found my father, I found my son first!" Fu Jiang laughed.

"Ahem... Do you have any grudges against him?" The Buddha Carver slightly raised his neck, which seemed to be broken at any moment, and looked at the two of them with shriveled eye holes.

"I can't say anything about hatred, we are just a group of incarnations of justice, messengers of love, the light that breaks the darkness!" Fu Jiang grinned.

"If that's the case... this old man has something to ask..."

"But it's okay to say!" Although Fu Jiang had already guessed a thing or two.

"This old man has died soon. After I die, I am worried that Prajna will be used by the wicked to fall into evil ways... I implore you to take Prajna away." The Buddha Carving Master bowed slightly.

"Uh... well... will he eat? Will he be fed? Will he go to the bathroom by himself? Will he run home when it rains? I don't want to take a burden home and raise it." Fu Jiang touched it very realistically. Touch your chin.

"You worry too much... Prajna just doesn't have five senses, IQ is not a problem, all life can take care of herself, if there is anything, she can even write." The Buddha carver felt helpless.

"I don't believe it, why don't you ask him to write his name?" Fu Jiang looked disbelieving.

"..." The Buddha sculptor shook his head helplessly, and picked up a musical instrument that looks a bit like a gourd and is similar to a xun: "This is a tool that can communicate with Prajna. After injecting chakra, he can keenly feel the difference in the melody. information."

As he spoke, the Buddha carver played a few tones, and Banruo, who had been sitting motionless like a puppet just now, suddenly took out a wooden board and picked up a pen to write.

"Prajna"

"Hey! Really know how to write! How did you practice? Can you let him write the Tale of Genji?" Fu Jiang became excited.

"Cough cough... Never underestimate the yearning of the disabled for the normal world... In order to feel the things that normal people can easily do, we often have to pay hundreds of times the effort! Cough cough cough..." Carved Buddha The teacher was slightly angry and coughed frantically.

"Uh... sorry, I didn't mean that. In fact, I'm also blind... I know how inconvenient it is. For example, when reading a magazine, I basically have to stick my face to the book, and I often rub my nose. Ink..." Fu Jiang coughed in embarrassment.

"If you know the apology... It seems that I did not entrust the wrong person. These are the notes I wrote, which represent different meanings and can communicate with Prajna. I just hope you don't use Prajna as a tool to kill people..." The Buddha Carving Master trembled Wei Wei took out a dark yellow book from the greasy cassock.

"Don't worry, real men never borrow props!"

Fu Jiang stretched out his iron hand to take it with a look of disgust, and turned it over a little bit. The dense notes and meanings are as complicated as Morse code. Fortunately, he can get started quickly with the magic sound of seven emotions.

How complicated is the rhythm code?Even the angle of holding the knife is described in detail. It seems that the Buddha Carving Master taught Prajna Sword Art in this way.

Fu Jiang lamented that one is really patient and the other is wise. Ordinary people can't create this kind of teaching method, and ordinary people can't learn skills through this kind of teaching method.

As Master Carved Buddha said, Prajna has a very strong desire to survive. This survival not only refers to living, but also living well.

Fu Jiang disliked the gourd handed over by the Buddha carving master. It was full of dirt accumulated over the years, so it was better to use his own musical instrument.

You can tell by looking at the ten holes in the earth gourd. The rhythm is very complicated, including major and minor keys. The sanxian is not enough, so you can only use the flute.

According to the music score, he played a rhythm, which means: "Hello, handsome boy."

Banruo's body froze slightly, it was the first time he felt a message from someone other than the Buddha Carving Master, an inexplicable feeling stirred up in his heart, but he didn't know it was excitement, he wrote with a pen: "Hello , yellow people."

Fu Jiang's nose is crooked, what is a yellow person, how do you classify your perception abilities?
Pure people white?

Evil man black?

A lecherous person is yellow?

The person who has been hurt by love is green?

"Don't call me a minion, call me kind-hearted Master Fu Jiang, you've been messing with me since today!"

Prajna obviously didn't quite understand, so he picked up a pen and asked the Buddha carving master, "What do you mean?"

The Buddha Carving Master also picked up the gourd and began to reply to the message, explaining that he was going to die and would entrust him to Fu Jiang to take care of him.

"What is death?"

"Death is seeing, hearing, and feeling."

"Then I'm dying every day."

Fu Jiang listened to the exchange between the two, and was slightly silent. A person who was always immersed in the darkness and struggling, could not feel anything, but yearned for the light.

It took a long time before Banruo accepted that he would never feel the benefactor who played the role of father, Master Carving Buddha.

Fu Jiang also took advantage of this time to look at the evil ghost temple.

Twelve gigantic wooden sculptures of evil ghosts stayed in the posture of roaring in pain, and the mottled paint fell off, making them look even more ferocious.

There is a round stone altar in the middle, with sticky black blood stains on it, like a butcher's chopping board that can never be cleaned.

There is a bottomless narrow well in the middle of the altar, only the size of a head, filled with black mist, Fu Jiang threw a stone down but there was no echo for a long time.

On the stone pedestal, the incantations and seals of the sacrifice are engraved with primitive characters.

【Sealing Ghost Pool】

"Sacrificing one's own limbs can gain strength?" Fu Jiang smiled maliciously, pulled out a few curvy hairs, and placed them in the deep well on the altar.

Follow the Indian style on the stone seat to start the sacrificial ceremony.

Immediately, the whole temple trembled slightly, large flakes of dust fell from the roof, and the villagers screamed and ran out in fright.

"Please respect ghosts and gods, otherwise you will be punished if you offend ghosts and gods..." The Buddha Carving Master scolded slightly angrily.

"I'll just try it, what kind of power will it give... besides, isn't leg hair an organ?" Fu Jiang waited with his hands open for the miracle to come.

After trembling slightly, he didn't even give Fu Jiang a feather.

"Isn't it? It's broken or do you think the hair I plucked was not sincere enough?" Fu Jiang knocked on the altar.

"Ahem... don't you have any respect for ghosts and gods?" the Buddha Carver coughed.

"Tch, I've beaten all the gods, so I'm afraid of these brats... Damn, take the money and not do anything? Believe it or not, I'll throw away your ashes?" Fu Jiang yelled at the bottom of the well angrily.

"Fu Jiang, stop playing, let's call Yu Xin and the others up first, the agreed time is up." Risa couldn't stand it anymore.

"Go and shout, I won't believe it, if these little devils don't give me their power..." Fu Jiang began to throw some strange things down.

"Stop... cough cough... don't be disrespectful to ghosts and gods..." The Buddha Carver reluctantly propped up his body, trying to stop Fu Jiang's blasphemous behavior, but because his body was too weak, he coughed up a mouthful of black blood and almost burped .

"No, brother, don't get excited. I'm different from you. I don't believe in metaphysics. I only believe in science. I'm just purely curious. What kind of power do ghosts and gods give you? Is it chakra or special ability? How does it know that you sacrificed? Is it your own flesh and blood, not a cat or a dog?" Fu Jiang turned his head and asked.

"Ahem... the power of ghosts and gods can't be described in words... It's just something that I couldn't achieve with all my strength before, but it can be done easily." The Buddha Carving Master thought hard.

"Wow, it's better to listen to the teacher's words..." Fu Jiang turned his head and continued to study the altar.

Soon Risa also came back with Yuxin and Sanmaru. The two of them still had a bunch of wild vegetable dumplings in their hands. It seemed that they were asked to find clues, and the two of them were busy looking for food.

"Made, is there any black dog's blood down there, or a black donkey's hooves? Lisha Sunshine shakes them out!" Fu Jiang was furious.

"What is this? It looks so deep...ah~~~~" Yu Xin yelled at the mouth of the well twice.

"It is said that by sacrificing your own flesh and blood organs, you can gain the power of ghosts and gods. Damn, I'm almost bald, and I haven't seen any ghosts and gods for me, Fake!" Fu Jiang cursed.

"Ahem... If you are disrespectful to ghosts and gods, you will naturally not receive blessings from ghosts and gods..." The Buddha Carving Master could only explain this.

"I believe you ghost! Ah Xin smashed this broken altar for me!" Fu Jiang didn't stop until he figured it out today.

"Okay!" Yu Xin rolled up her sleeves, rounded her arms and slammed it on the altar.

boom!boom!boom!
(End of this chapter)