Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

"How do you want to play, senior?"

In this terrible silence and the omnipresent concentration of death, You Huang heard his own trembling voice.

The sense of desolation suddenly disappeared, and the scene was replaced by a magnificent and luxurious temple, with golden glazed tiles and white jade walls. There were golden Buddha statues everywhere, and all kinds of precious gems and pearls inlaid on their brows or on the instruments held in their hands. Even the hanging curtains were embroidered with Buddhist scriptures in gold thread.

There is an endless stream of pilgrims coming to worship Buddha, all of them are nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes. Each of them walks into the temple with the most pious attitude, kneels in front of the Buddha statue and makes a sincere wish.

The monks sat in front of the Buddha statue and chanted scriptures. Although the scriptures were obviously boring, at this moment it was like listening to the holy sound of the Tao, which struck Youhuang's soul again and again, and there was an indescribable peace and tranquility in his heart.

Youhuang folded his hands and listened silently to the monks chanting, and hid behind the pillars to secretly listen to the pilgrims making wishes.

The more I listened, the weirder it seemed. The pilgrims were clearly here to pray, but there seemed to be something wrong with the scriptures the monks were reciting, and the expressions on their faces, too.

A monk should have a kind look on his face, but there is no trace of the compassion and peace that indicates the salvation of all living beings on his face. The scriptures he recites do not sound like prayers but curses, and he has absolutely no awareness and piety towards the Buddha.

phantom……

This is an illusion...

Wake up and don't get trapped in illusions.

There was a voice ringing in his mind, constantly reminding Youhuang that everything he saw was fake.

You Huang shook her head vigorously and looked at the monks and pilgrims in front of the Buddha statue. Suddenly, they all became hideous, like evil ghosts who had died tragically, and pounced towards her with their fangs and claws.

In an instant, You Huang offered up the ghost-exorcising talisman.

The monks and pilgrims in front of her suddenly disappeared, and a huge golden palm slapped towards her.

You Huang dodged calmly and when he wanted to take out the fan, he found that his ring was gone. He then looked at himself and found himself wearing the tattered old clothes he wore in the slums of South Market.

Depend on……

He is truly an old ghost who is over 100,000 years old. He can actually see through her life experience at a glance.

The big hand attacked again, and Youhuang realized that it was the Buddha statue on the altar that attacked him. He hurriedly retreated from the hall, but he did not expect that the Buddha statue's arm could extend infinitely and chased him out of the hall.

You Huang didn't have time to think about it and offered the second ghost-exorcising talisman without hesitation.

Wherever the talisman passed, ghosts screamed, but it was useless against the gold-plated Buddha statues.

Knowing clearly that it was an illusion, he was unable to break it. Youhuang had no time to be depressed. He hurriedly checked the equipment he could use, and found that he was so poor that he only had a few talismans left.

I touched my body again and suddenly felt a hard round tube.

Youhuang came out immediately and saw that it was actually a tube of gunpowder. For a moment he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

The purpose of doing this was to catch a dyeing factory owner who was withholding his wages. He took advantage of the owner's squatting in the toilet and blew shit all over him.

The power was just enough to blow up someone's shit. Seeing that the Buddha's hand was about to attack again, Youhuang didn't have time to think about it. He lit it without hesitation and threw it into the hall when he dodged.

bang...

The hoarse voice was like a muffled cannon, and Youhuang was so embarrassed that he could have squeezed out a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

As a result, the illusion before their eyes disappeared, and nothing had changed. Everyone was still standing in front of the gate of Prajna Temple, but they were all trapped in the illusion. The only difference was that there was an extra string of Buddhist beads on the plaque of Prajna Temple.

I didn't expect that the person who saved me was the gift given to me by my second uncle as my apprentice.

"I hate stinky monks the most in my life, and you actually possess the most precious treasure of Buddhism."

From the depths of Prajna Temple, where the anger came from, a figure in a black cloak suddenly appeared in front of Youhuang.

When Youhuang got closer, he realized that it was not a cloak at all, but long black hair draped behind the back, sharpened nails that were redder than the fingers, and a pair of eyes full of red bloodshot.

Before she could see the ghost girl clearly, You Huang was grabbed by the neck by an invisible giant hand with such force that her cervical vertebrae were almost crushed. Suddenly, a faint halo appeared on her body, and after the halo faded, a piece of fairy armor appeared on her body.

The force that was pinching his neck was getting weaker, and You Huang seized the opportunity to summon the fan, holding it in his hand and fanning with all his strength.

He thought he could force the female ghost back in one fell swoop, but in the end he only fanned away the long hair that was blocking the ghost's face. The moment he saw the ghost's face clearly, Youhuang's pupils contracted and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"who are you?"

You Huang asked breathlessly...why did he look so similar to me?

"Who am I? Are you qualified to know?" The female ghost leaned over, stared at the eyes under Youhuang's mask, and smiled grimly: "You have a nice pair of eyes, why not lend them to me?"

The sharp nails scratched across You Huang's mask, making a sharp sound. You Huang's scalp tightened and his hair stood up...

Staring at the ghost's face that looked like his own, he tried to squeeze out a voice: "Who are you? Why do you look familiar... Have we met before?"

"I am you."

The female ghost answered seductively, and with a light flick of her fingernails, she removed the mask on Youhuang's face.

Suddenly, as if seeing something more terrifying than a ghost, the female ghost threw Youhuang out suddenly, and it was as if she was under a spell and couldn't move.

You Huang steadied his body and stared at the female ghost motionlessly. Suddenly, a sharp pain spread from the top of his head. His whole body felt like it was rolling on a sword blade. Every inch of his skin felt painful as if it was torn apart, and he felt like something was being pulled away bit by bit.

what……

You Huang couldn't help but scream in pain.

Until there was a popping sound, Youhuang felt himself floating up and flying towards the blue sky and white clouds.

Finally, he landed in a strange world. Youhuang looked at the new world curiously, and looked down to see two fish, one red and one black, swimming in the clouds.

I looked up and saw white clouds floating in the blue sky, just like what I saw below my feet. The water and the sky were the same color. It was such a familiar place. Youhuang remembered that he seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

"Huan'er, come back quickly, the messenger has arrived..."

A kind voice came from a distance. Youhuang looked up and saw someone waving at him on the grass slope in the distance.

Is Huan'er calling me? You Huang hesitated for a moment and ran over. The two little fish also swam over behind him, as if this was a world made of water.

Walking up the green grass slope, looking at the woman standing in front of him, You Huang was a little dazed. The middle-aged woman in front of him looked like his mother and Shen Zhaojun. With a smile from the heart on her face, she stretched out her hand and said, "Huan'er, follow your mother quickly, don't keep the messengers waiting for too long."

"What messenger?"

You Huang asked curiously.

Ah Niang smiled and said, "Of course it's the messenger who chooses the Saint."

Saint? You Huang remembered that her ancestor had given her the title of Saint, and she enjoyed the treatment of an imperial princess.

"Mother, I don't want to be a saint. I want to stay with you." Youhuang stopped and was unwilling to move forward. Mother had to stop, and the smile on her face became less kind.