I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

Zen Master Jueming’s analysis makes a lot of sense. The higher we go, the more dangerous it becomes. Just like last time, we were stuck on the eighteenth floor, unable to go up or down, and we were almost killed by those ghosts.

We went to the second underground floor. If we encountered any danger, we could quickly run to the lobby and escape from the building.

Zen Master Jueming was walking in front of us with a very solemn expression. I looked at him and found that this monk didn't have any magical tools on him, and I didn't know how he would deal with such a terrifying ghost.

The second underground floor was originally a parking lot, but it was empty and dark.

It was so quiet that only the sound of our footsteps could be heard.

Zen Master Jueming walked while observing the surrounding environment. He didn't know when a string of prayer beads appeared in his hand. He kept twisting the Buddhist beads with one hand and seemed to be muttering something silently.

This underground space is very large and extremely cold, with darkness in front. Even with the third eye opened, one cannot see anything beyond ten meters.

The road ahead seemed to have no end. We kept walking and were always in endless darkness. It felt like we had walked into the underworld, and it made me inexplicably panicked.

I don't even need to take out the compass to know that the space on the second underground floor must be the place with the most ghosts.

As we walked, there seemed to be a light in front of us. The originally flat ground suddenly turned into green grass, and many shadowy figures appeared in front of us.

Seeing this scene, we immediately became alert again, but Zen Master Jueming, who was walking in the front, had a calm face, as if nothing had happened.

I know that this must be another illusion of Mount Sumeru created by those ghosts.

The powerful resentment condensed by so many ghosts and the Sumeru illusion they construct are so terrifying that they can immerse all of our minds in it without us knowing it, making us unable to extricate ourselves. When we are immersed in the illusion, it is the stage when our consciousness is the weakest, and then the ghosts can take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in and completely defeat us.

The illusion of Mount Sumeru has appeared before our eyes. Since we entered this space, we have entered the territory of these ghosts. We will be led by these ghosts without knowing it, and there is nothing we can do about it.

A large group of figures appeared in front of us. They all looked like living people, just like the real ones.

I kept reminding myself that these were all fake, illusions, but my eyes were still involuntarily drawn to the group of people in front of me.

Xiao Pang also looked ahead and said naively, "Why has this place changed? Wasn't this a parking lot before? How did we get here? Have we left the parking lot?"

"Xiaopang, these are all illusions, similar to what we saw last night. Don't believe what you see with your own eyes." Uncle Huzi reminded.

Zen Master Jueming said nothing and walked straight towards the crowd in front.

I think the illusion that appeared before my eyes should be the scene of the Dead Man's Ditch more than a hundred years ago.

There are dense bushes and undulating hillsides nearby, with weeds growing all around and a faint stench floating in the air.

I think this is the smell of a rotting corpse.

Zen Master Jueming led us straight to the crowd in front.

There were hundreds of people watching nearby, including men and women, young and old, and some with long braids. It should be a scene from the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

I felt that these people were real. When we walked over, they didn't seem to notice our presence and were all whispering about something.

When I squeezed into the crowd, I touched these people's bodies and could even feel their temperature.

This illusion is too realistic.

Our group of people finally squeezed in and saw an execution going on in front of us.

A group of people were tied up and a sign was stuck behind their necks.

Behind the tied people stood an executioner dressed in red, holding a large, shining blade in his hand.

Someone shouted "execution", and the executioners took off the tags from behind the necks of the death row prisoners and threw them on the ground, then raised the big knives in their hands.

At this time, I saw those who were about to be beheaded. Each of them had different expressions, some were terrified, some were numb, and some were trembling.

Another person suddenly shouted: "There is a big scar on his head, but he is a brave man again 18 years later!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people watching burst into cheers.

At this time, the executioners raised their knives and swung them, streams of blood spurted out, and round heads fell to the ground one after another.

The scene was a bit bloody, but the onlookers were very excited. Some of them took steamed buns and moved closer to the corpses, licking them with the blood spurting from their necks.

Although some of the corpses had their heads chopped off, their bodies were still shaking. I even saw the mouths of chopped-off heads still opening and closing.

After chopping these people to death, another group of people came over soon, carrying the headless corpses and walking forward.

A few of us followed and took a look, and saw that those people threw the body into a deep ditch in front.

There are piles of bones and many corpses that have not yet decayed in this deep ditch.

If these death row inmates do not have family members to claim their bodies, they will basically be thrown into the Death Ditch. This is probably the origin of the Death Ditch.

In those days, the death of a person was more common than the death of a dog.

When I went to see the bodies in the ditch, I turned back inadvertently and found that all the people behind me had disappeared.

When I looked back again, I found my body tight and I was kneeling on the ground, tied up.

Looking back, he found an executioner standing behind him with a large, sharp blade in his hand.

Looking to the side, I saw Uncle Huzi and Xiaopang were all tied up and kneeling on the ground like me.

All around me were people watching me, talking and laughing. Some of them were holding steamed buns in their hands and looking at me eagerly.

Oops, I seem to be possessed.

Unconsciously, I was completely bewitched by the illusion.

However, I didn't feel anything at all.

Fake, fake, all fake. I closed my eyes and began to recite meditation mantras silently, trying to free myself from this illusion.

But after I recited it several times, when I opened my eyes, I found that those people were still around me.

A voice in my ear shouted: "Execution!"

The executioner behind me raised the sharp blade and chopped it down on my head. At this moment, I finally felt fear, but I could do nothing.