He asked: "Do you know other people's missions? I have checked with Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou. The four of us are all the same, and the people we know are probably the same. By the way, I also met Song Chengan. I didn't expect to meet him." Seeing him here, his mission is a bit different than mine, but it's all positive."
"What is Song Chengan's mission?" Yan Mingguang asked him.
At this moment, this person was already holding a joss stick in one hand and Yan Wei in the other hand, and slowly climbed up the steps of the Guanyin Temple.
Guanyin Town has been haunted for such a long time, and the people have become more and more suspicious, and they have become more advocating the theory of ghosts and gods. There are more and more people coming to the Guanyin Temple to offer incense, and the steps are full of people coming and going.
There are so many people today.
With Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei leading each other like this, the common people who passed by couldn't help casting their gazes.
Yan Wei didn't care at all, and felt that the other hand was also a little cold, so both hands hugged Yan Mingguang's hand even more, and his fingers moved restlessly.
Yan Mingguang left him.
He said: "Song Cheng'an and Yu Zhengqing came here by dry road. They are Taoist priests from other Taoist temples. They say that something has broken down in the Guanyin Temple. There may not be any Buddhist temples nearby, so go to the Taoist temple to ask for help." A few magic tools are on loan for a while. They sent things here, and they are now living in the big temple."
"By the way, what about you?"
The two stepped over the threshold of the gate and entered the big temple.
The temple of Guanyin is full of incense, and when you enter the gate, you will see the grand hall. On the open-air square in front, there is a large incense burner that is as tall as two people. On a cold day, the smoke from the censer is smoldering, the smoke curls out, and there is even a little fire in it - that is the scene that too many incense candles will ignite.
Yan Mingguang handed him three sticks of incense and said, "Sake the incense first, and someone will watch at the door. Only those who offer incense can enter."
He obviously already has a little understanding of the Guanyin Temple.
Without further ado, Yan Wei took incense and lit the lotus candle beside him, only to hear Yan Mingguang say slowly: "My identity is from the former Guanyin town."
"once?"
"It's Mr. Bai's classmate. I read books with him when I was young, but I didn't know him well. I didn't talk to him. It's just that my family flourished and went to other places. I just came back recently. It's been almost a month since I came back with this identity. But I just loaded the copy yesterday."
Yan Wei nodded: "Your identity has nothing to do with Guanyin Academy, and it's really not suitable for you to go in directly."
"Just wait until Mr. Bai comes back."
"Well. This Mr. Bai... I don't know what kind of NC he is. Judging from his name and identity, he is a scholar, but he let us players—that is, many locals and outsiders who have not been in touch for a long time in their eyes—bring things to us. , looks like he is going to deal with that female ghost."
"The female ghost is not difficult to deal with, but the faction is difficult."
Yan Wei was taken aback: "Are you sure there is a camp?"
"After I loaded the copy, the neighbor was having a funeral, and I met another super high-level player there."
Yan Mingguang roughly talked to Yan Wei about his experience when he just loaded the dungeon yesterday.
Yan Mingguang's identity and family background are very good, and he lives in the area near the mountain in Guanyin Town. Almost all of them are rich families, and the funeral is held with great vigor, and many people are invited. As a "neighbor", Yan Mingguang was naturally invited.
After he entered the family's house, he met another player named Meng Lin, a very experienced female player. Her purpose is very straightforward, which is to open the coffin and look at the corpse.
"I met her face to face, and her mission is completely different from yours," Yan Mingguang said, "After she loaded the copy, she knew about the Black Sea and the female ghost. The first main mission is to understand the danger and In the case of the deceased, take a corpse."
Sure enough, there are different camps. Although Song Chengan's mission was different from his, their goal and direction were the same, but Meng Lin's mission was not even focused on the same as theirs, and it was not even positive. It was not to solve the problem of the corpse, but to take away corpse.
Looking at it this way, there should be two camps, one is a completely positive camp, which is Yan Wei's side, and everything they do is to solve the problem of evil spirits. The other team, like Meng Lin, focused on Xie Chong itself.
"Did she complete the task?"
"She died. After the coffin was opened, the deceased raised her body and killed her."
Yan Wei paused, "This is the first main quest, the name Meng Lin... I remember, she always seeks stability. And I have seen the dead body, when I was at the beach, the dead body almost crawled out , The mourners closed the coffin and went back again.”
A corpse that can be solved by ordinary people can actually kill a super high-level player
Yan Mingguang saw Yan Wei's doubts at a glance, and he said: "At first, the corpse was very weak, but it's 'unkillable', and the more you kill, the stronger it becomes."
"Meng Lin was consumed to death."
After Yan Wei met the female ghost a few nights ago, his doubts were slightly relieved.
That night, Lin Zhen could make the red figure disappear with one arrow. The female ghost was much weaker than he imagined, and it seemed that she couldn't reach the level of the boss of the top dungeon. But if it exists, the corpses killed by female ghosts will become stronger and stronger, and even the abilities of these dirty things can be transferred and accumulated, and female ghosts can also use those corpses that have not been buried in water to become stronger.
So after so many years of trouble, the people of Guanyin Town did not adopt methods such as cremation or burial, because these could not deal with the bodies of those strange deaths. While they knew that the sea water was getting darker and darker, they had no choice but to continue the water burial.
Lifting up the dead body is more dangerous than expected, and now that the goals are obviously different, the goals of the two parties may even be in complete conflict. The success of one party means the failure of the other party.
The difficulty does not seem to be the female ghost itself, but the black sea that is drawn behind the female ghost, which will become stronger and stronger, and Mr. Bai and another team whose purpose is still unknown.
They had already walked into the main hall with incense sticks in their hands. The front of the main hall was filled with murmurs of common people, making wishes to the Guanyin Buddha statue one after another.
Yan Wei stood behind the futon, the incense in his hand rose into smoke, blurring his vision a little. Through the smoke and dust, he raised his eyes and looked at the huge golden statue of Guanyin standing in the center of the hall.
It is a female figure Avalokitesvara holding a willow branch in her right hand and a clean bottle in her left hand, which is the most common form of Avalokitesvara. This Avalokitesvara is as high as the entire Avalokitesvara Temple. Looking up, the crown of Avalokitesvara's crown is already almost reaching the third-story roof. In this three-story courtyard-like temple, no matter where you stand On the first floor, the golden statue of Guanyin is in the center, and the circular corridor on the third floor can even be at the same level as the golden statue of Guanyin.
The golden statue is full of gold and has a plump face, as if overlooking the blessings of the common people.
Many people walked forward with their heads down, kneeling down and praying to the Buddha. Yan Wei looked up, but he felt that the way Guanyin looked at all living beings did not seem to be compassionate, but as if he was condescending and looking down on the common people.
After only one glance, Yan Wei looked away uncomfortably.
"The reason why I made an appointment at the Guanyin Temple was because I felt uncomfortable here," Yan Wei said in a low voice, "plus Song Chengan told me that several side halls of the Guanyin Temple were damaged. The big temple should also be related to the main line. You even have the incense candles ready, so it seems that there is a problem here?"
"I've checked," Yan Mingguang said, "Those side halls lost something."
"Do you also think that it is a limited item in the dungeon?"
Yan Mingguang had a smile on his face, and he glanced at him as affirmation.
"I have a thousand-year-old agarwood in my hand, Lin Zhen has a soul-splitting blade, and Yu Feizhou also has it. You should also have it. If these items are related to dealing with female ghosts, I suspect that the things lost in the Guanyin Temple are also related to us players. Items related to the goal of dealing with female ghosts."
"Go to the side hall to take a look." Yan Mingguang said.
He and Yan Mingguang stepped forward, passing through the people praying for Buddha on the futons on both sides, and inserted the burning incense into the big incense burner in front, but did not worship.
Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei had outstanding figures, and their looks stood out among this group of ordinary people. They wore what could only be said to be plain clothes on others, but somehow they had a bit more temperament. Yan Wei was born with docile and well-behaved facial features, his eyes were as gentle as peach blossoms, and he could be called a young boy, but Yan Mingguang was a slender young man with a slender figure.
A woman stepped forward to insert incense, whether it was intentional or not, when passing by Yan Weiyan Mingguang, a sachet fell and fell to Yan Mingguang's feet.
Yan Wei: "..."
Before the girl could speak, he pulled out his coin, which was completely different from the background of the times, from his sleeve pocket, and threw it on the ground abruptly.
"Dangling—"
The coin landed next to the sachet, and with a cold metal sound, it swayed for a while, and the side with the swallow carved on it was firmly exposed.
Yan Mingguang sighed softly, his black eyes seemed to be filled with helplessness, but they were still full of Yan Wei's figure.
He bent down, picked up the coin, and got up. Completely ignoring Yan Wei's hand reaching out to receive the coin, holding the coin, he pulled Yan Wei's skirt slightly, holding the coin between his slender fingers. Pocket inside the placket.
At the end, the man tugged the hem of his clothes and helped him straighten his hair and dress.
The girl watched Yan Mingguang patting Yan Wei's collar, her complexion was paler than the snow outside.
Yan Wei blushed, quickly lowered his head and squatted down, and picked up the sachet for the girl. The girl turned around with the sachet and left the hall quickly. Yan Wei listened to the Sanskrit sounds chanted by the monks on both sides of the hall.
Yan Mingguang did not speak.
The voices of bustling people suddenly came from outside the main hall, and the Qingming Sanskrit sound was louder than that in the main hall. From far to near, it became louder and louder.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang took a look, then turned around and followed the crowd out of the hall.
Outside the hall, in front of the Avalokitesvara Temple, a large float came in, with monks in robes on both sides, and a music team behind. The floats are covered with lotus flowers made of silk, and in the center stands a woman wearing a brocade robe of Guanyin, holding a willow branch in her hand. The woman sang a song, swaying with the clear Sanskrit sound.
At the front of the float, there was another person wearing a large black cloak and a ghost mask.
This person was clearly playing something, rolling on the front of the float, howling in pain.
The float stopped at the front of the main hall, and the "Guanyin master" was still singing. There seemed to be some story in the song. The monks on both sides had already walked into the crowd, as if they were looking for someone.
Yan Wei spread out his senses, listened to the conversations of the people around him, leaned into Yan Mingguang's ear, and said in a low voice: "This is their custom, and it's about the legend of Guanyin Town, which said that Guanyin Town used to be full of evil spirits. In the deserted land, the evil spirits became one body and harmed the creatures who came here. Later, Guanyin heard the sad sound here, took a willow branch and sprinkled a bottle of water, and suppressed all ghosts. There is Guanyin Town."
"So they built this Guanyin Temple. Occasionally, they would hold such worship ceremonies and sing the legend of Guanyin suppressing ghosts. Every time the floats circled the city and returned to the Guanyin Temple, they would choose a few people from the pilgrims to pretend to be the original ghosts. Meet the mage of Avalokitesvara."
He and Yan Mingguang were holding hands and biting their ears, while a monk walked up to them and bowed silently to them.
The people around immediately cast envious eyes.
Yan Wei: "..."
This is selected.
He glanced at the young men and women who had been selected. Although their looks were not the best, they were still better than ordinary people.
… Is this a mage selection or a beauty pageant
"Go," Yan Mingguang said to him, "the customs of Guanyin Town, they all think that the chosen person will have the blessings brought by Guanyin."
It would be weird not to go.
Yan Wei naturally understood this truth, slandered a few words, and still took the Buddhist robes given by the monk, and Yan Mingguang put them on each, and followed behind the float.
The Sanskrit sound continued to sound, and the woman's singing lingered and lit up the icy sky, and the surrounding people worshiped the stone statue of Guanyin in the main hall, and the incense became more and more intense. The float started from the front of the main hall and was pulled towards the side hall. The Sanskrit sound slightly dispelled some of the dark clouds brought about by the disturbance.
Out of the triangular-shaped main hall, there are some side halls around. The roofs are decorated with different stone carvings of Avalokitesvara, and they are supposed to enshrine different Avalokitesvara images.
After passing through several side halls, a side hall with closed doors and chains came into view.
These temporary "mages" followed behind the float, and Yan Wei walked behind Yan Mingguang, gently tugged at Yan Mingguang's magic robe, which was completely different from his chilling temperament, and said, "Teacher Yan."
Ahead, Yan Mingguang paused.
"Do we even have to be a monk together?"
Yan Mingguang grabbed his hand that was pulling the hem of his clothes, and said, "It's better to return to vulgarity together."
As he said that, the man took his hand and ran out of the team.
They were not ordinary people. Yan Mingguang used his skills a little bit, but in the blink of an eye, the two arrived at the locked door of the main hall. But the float team was still moving forward, no one noticed that they were missing, they were still moving forward, and had already passed the side hall.
Yan Mingguang took off the robe that was draped over his body, and was helping Yan Wei untie his belt, and "returned to vulgarity" together.
Yan Wei looked at the lock on the door.
"These halls are all locked. It should be the side halls that lost something." This kind of ordinary lock has no blocking effect on their players. He raised his hand and moved a few times on the lock. The lock was unlocked, "Go in and have a look. If the items lost in the hall are props, I don't think it's right, because Mr. Bai doesn't need to steal props. With Mr. Bai's reputation, he can just borrow them from the Guanyin Temple. "
There must be someone else who sneaked into the Guanyin Temple, and they are not from the same party as the people Mr. Bai found.
Yan Wei hung the lock on the doorknob, and pushed open the door of the side hall.
There was no candlelight inside the door, and the daylight from outside poured in through the door, shining on the Guanyin statue directly in front of it. There are candlesticks on both sides, and a small incense burner is placed in front of the Guanyin statue. This Avalokitesvara statue is not as big as the golden Avalokitesvara statue in the main hall, it is only as tall as a person, and it is only carved from wood, with empty hands.
Yan Wei walked a few steps in, walked up to the Avalokitesvara statue, saw the mural behind the Avalokitesvara statue clearly, and said: "This Avalokitesvara is like Avalokitesvara holding scriptures, and it should be holding a scripture in its hand... The scriptures were taken away. Is it also a prop that can deal with female ghosts?"
Could it be that the last thing the two camps have to do is to get enough props
What is lost in this side hall is the Avalokitesvara scripture. What are the other side halls
With a shadow cast by his side, Yan Wei turned his head and asked Yan Mingguang who was beside him: "Do you think there will be players, the loaded characters are the ones who came to the Guanyin Temple to steal these things?"
Just like him, as soon as he entered the dungeon, he had an identity entrusted to bring the thousand-year-old agarwood. Other players should have it too, and it's normal for some of them to steal these things.
The man looked down at him slightly, and said in a flat voice, "It's very possible."
Yan Wei paused.
The sky light and the darkness inside the side hall intertwined, half of the opponent's face was in the daylight, and half was buried in the darkness. The daylight clearly illuminated the floating dust, which obscured his vision. He looked into the man's pure black eyes, and took a step back suddenly.
"—I've played this trick in the last top-level dungeon, isn't there something new this time?"
The door of the main hall was suddenly closed!
A little daylight came in through the paper pasted on the door, which was much dimmer than before. But the dust in the light beam stopped floating, and everything in front of him seemed to freeze, only Yan Wei and "Yan Mingguang" were alive.
Maliciously smiled with that always indifferent face, and ethereal voices sounded from all directions: "I never expected you to admit your mistakes, I just wanted to ask you if you have changed your mind."
Yan Wei said coldly, "Where's Yan Mingguang?"
Maliciously raised his hand slightly, behind the Avalokitesvara statue, on the mural, suddenly appeared a black bottomless hole, enough for one person to pass through.
Exudes an aura that players in the building can recognize. Yan Wei is familiar with it, but he has never used this thing before.
Yan Wei frowned—it was the downstairs passage.
"If you walk down from here, won't you be able to stay with him longer?"
"This descending passage is the only descending passage in the Guanyin Temple, and it is also the only descending passage in this dungeon. It is located behind Guanyin, and each side hall can be opened, which symbolizes 'Boundless misery, my Buddha Compassionate, walk behind Avalokitesvara, and you will be able to overcome disasters."
"You always like to say these lies to cover up your desires... Hey, I opened it for you, you just need to go back... Go back... If you don't go down this time, the descending passage will be destroyed."
The Yan Mingguang in front of him suddenly dissipated, and the dust in the light beam began to float again, and time and space resumed their circulation at this moment.
Ever since he stepped into the hall just now, malice may have come, he suspended everything in the hall, and opened the passageway for descending the building.
Malicious doesn't want him to pass the top floor and redeem Pandora's Box.
He already knew this.
He looked down on this malice more and more.
As soon as this idea came up, Yan Wei only felt a push coming from nowhere behind him, pushing him slightly, pushing him closer to the descending passage. Yan Wei turned his head to look, but there was nothing behind him.
"...So it is like this," he murmured, "—'Suffering is boundless, my Buddha is merciful, walk behind Guanyin, and you will be able to overcome the disaster', as long as you have bad emotions in your heart, you will be saved by the Buddha instead. .”
In his heart just now was the disdain for evil thoughts, the emotion of misery, and this is what needs to be "crossed" in front of the Guanyin statue. So the descending passage will push him, the more distress he has in his heart, the easier it is to be pushed into the descending passage.
Only with a clear heart and one heart dedicated to goodness can one walk out of the Sutra-holding Guanyin Hall, and the passageway to descend the building will be completely closed because no one steps in.
No wonder this malice is about to come, and he took this opportunity to "help" him open the descent channel in front of him. It cannot change the dungeon rules, but it can use the dungeon rules to lure him away from this level of dungeon.
But he refused to leave.
Yan Wei glanced at the descending passageway that he could step into with one foot, cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, turned around without hesitation, and planned to look for Yan Mingguang outside the hall.
But as soon as he turned around, Yan Mingguang appeared in front of him, and another... himself.
"Yan Mingguang" held a long whip in his hand, the handle of the whip in one hand, and the body of the whip in the other hand, slightly possessing himself. And "he" was sitting on the ground, strangled by the familiar slender soft whip, struggling feebly, but lost his breath after a while.
Yan Wei's heart was in a turmoil, and he was almost pushed into the descending passage behind him.
fake.
He took a deep breath, meditated, and took a step forward.
Before him, the illusion of "Yan Mingguang" killing him dissipated, replaced by another "Yan Mingguang". This time, "Yan Mingguang" clenched the dagger tightly and stabbed him in the heart.
Countless phantoms floated around, front and back, all of them were Yan Mingguang who attacked him.
The world inside the building, under the endless monument.
Players can't see the moment of malicious suspension, but they can see the scene of Yan Wei entering the main hall and triggering the descending passage.
"This is actually a reverse descending passage. The more negative emotions you have in your heart, the easier it is to be sucked in by the descending passage. Instead, you can walk out of this hall with peace of mind."
"So what did Yan Wei see, why did he walk so hard?"
"Isn't the point that Yan Wei chose to fight against the descending channel instead!?? This dungeon has only revealed the tip of the iceberg. Meng Lin won the best players if not fifty, but twenty. She is dead, and the next thing is to It will be more dangerous, as a novice, he can experience the top-level dungeon once, and even trigger the descending passage, wouldn't it be better to leave now?"
"A fool—"
The man paused, and suddenly let out a scream.
"Ah!!"
The surrounding players spread out, leaving an open space. I saw that the man had fallen to the ground, his arm had been completely cut off from his shoulder, and the ground was covered with pools of blood.
Everyone looked at Ding Xiao who was next to this person, and they were both respectful and awed for a moment. They didn't know why this person had offended the aunt of Bianhua just now, and they didn't dare to take the initiative to provoke her.
Ding Xiao stood up slowly holding the knife, smiling softly, but his voice was moist: "It's okay to speak ill of him, just don't let me hear it."
Avalokitesvara is outside the hall.
Yan Mingguang stood on the thick snow, his robe fluttering slightly with the cold wind, his back straightened, and his gaze fell directly on the closed gate of the side hall.
Beside him, the "person" who was exactly the same as him smiled sinisterly: "This is the descending passage I specially designed for him. He will see you kill him countless times. Watch it over and over again. The person I love the most kills himself in different ways, I don't believe he won't have evil thoughts in his heart."
Yan Mingguang didn't even look at him.
Evil thoughts are very proud: "This downstairs passage is called my Buddha's compassion, isn't it ironic? The merciful people should stay instead, and those people who you look down on who have evil thoughts can leave here instead."
Yan Mingguang finally turned his head and took a look at him.
This identical face didn't change his expression at all, he just said lightly: "Do you know why you have evil thoughts?"
Have a bad thought.
"Because you will regard the cowardly departure as a good thing, and the repeated life in the building as a good thing, but the goodness of going upstream and the heart of leaving behind to experience danger as a bad thing."
The evil thoughts couldn't stop him, but he just laughed more wildly: "Hahahahaha!! So what, anyway, as long as he has evil thoughts in his heart, he will be sucked away by the downstairs passage, you might as well go in now and leave with him, you can still Let’s start playing from the copy on the eighty-ninth floor.”
"'My Buddha is merciful'? Hahahahaha!! I don't believe that he has that compassionate heart, he can watch you kill thousands of times, and still have no distracting thoughts! No matter how kind Yan Wei is? He is not a Buddha, I don’t have the heart to sacrifice myself for others!”
Yan Mingguang raised his foot and took a step forward, as if he was ready to take Yan Wei out.
His voice was faint, "The Buddha is merciful for the world, he is also merciful for the world, and I am also the world."
Evil Thought has been fighting Yan Wei for so long, but it is far from understanding Yan Wei.
This was never what Yan Wei was most afraid of. He always claims to be self-interested, and keeps saying that he is selfish, but he is always obsessed with breaking the shackles of the world inside the building more than anyone else.
He raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and said, "You should go."
The voice of evil thoughts stopped abruptly.
After a while, the door of the side hall was pushed open, and the young man gasped at the door, looking at him with clear eyes.
Yan Wei quickly ran into Yan Mingguang's arms, and said in a low voice, "That idiot who only dreamed just now used the stairs to trap me, I have seen my 360 ways to die , To be stabbed to death is the prettiest thing."
Yan Mingguang laughed.
He patted Yan Wei's forehead and said, "I just looked at the other two stolen side halls. The only missing ones are Guanyin sitting on a lotus and Guanyin's fish basket. There are no other clues."
"It's nothing to look at. It's probably three props related to the main storyline, which are similar to my agarwood. We went to find Song Chengan, and I found out that he contacted me just now, and our camp is almost full."