The scene in the temple made Bai Qiuran feel very familiar.
The broken floor tiles revealed the mottled soil below, and the long weeds were as tall as a person, growing from the gaps in the floor tiles, swaying in the gloomy wind, like the hair of a dead person.
The cauldron, which was originally used to worship incense, fell on the open space in front of the temple, and the incense ashes inside were long gone.
The hall in the center of the temple is covered with spider webs, the wooden doors and paper windows are crooked and crooked aside, the hall is dark, and the original Buddha statue is also damaged, only the lower body is left, sitting alone on the lotus pedestal. .
At that time, he and Daoist Qingming were sleeping in the main hall of this ruined temple. At midnight, Daoist Qingming heard the noise and sensed the breath of the devil, so he took out his sword and went out to deal with the enemy, leaving him here alone. .
In the end, he didn't expect that there were still a group of ghosts hidden in this temple, and they only came out for an hour after midnight, hunting for souls. .
However, the moment Bai Qiuran entered the hall, the scene suddenly changed strangely.
The space outside the hall suddenly turned into a boundless darkness, and the entire hall was dimmed.
The floor tiles under my feet began to vibrate, and in the dark depths around, there seemed to be something terrifying wandering back and forth, emitting high and low whine.
The strong wind blew, smashing the broken windows against the wall, making a muffled sound, and even the Buddha statue on the pedestal suddenly grew countless strange and twisted flesh and blood. The upper body that was torn apart on the ground was quickly sewn up.
"Strange, I remember that the Buddha statue didn't get up at that time..."
Bai Qiuran was a little surprised.
After the Buddha statue was glued together by the shredded meat growing from the lower body, it staggered off the pedestal and reached out to grab Bai Qiuran. It is a fang with a ring like a sawtooth.
Bai Qiuran smashed the Buddha statue casually, and turned his head to look outside the temple. There were strange things moving in the darkness, and then through the window and doorway, many pale, wrinkled skin and sharp and flaky nails came in. Yellow claws, they kept digging at the nearby wall, leaving white marks on the wall in the rustling sound.
He squinted at these skinny claws, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly realized:
"Oh, I understand, everything here is born from the mixture of what I fear most, not ghosts, but the embodiment of my fear... Also, I was not afraid of ghosts for a long time."
The reason why this temple appears in the domain of consciousness is because Bai Qiuran suffered great fear here when he was young. After the Taoist went out, Bai Qiuran, who was shivering in hiding in the bunk, subconsciously feared that the Buddha statue would move.
And those claws that came in from the darkness outside the window and the door were probably the embodiment of the wicked and bad eldest brother who reached out from outside the hut and grabbed his toilet paper when he was squatting in the latrine.
Although the big brother was no longer the object of his fear, the toilet paper was robbed, and it was quite terrifying to squat alone in a dark and smelly hut for half an hour.
Bai Qiuran came to the window, and those pale white claws reacted immediately, reaching for him, grabbing his shoulders and arms, and about to move into the dark space.
But Bai Qiuran easily broke free from the grip of these claws, and grabbed a hand with his backhand, and wanted to pull it out.
As a result, he ripped off the pale severed hand directly.
There was a heart-piercing scream in the darkness, and then the pale arms near the window all retracted into the darkness.
He squeezed the unmoving arm in his hand, turned around and looked at the cross-section. There was no flesh and bones in the cross-section, but a thin layer of things that looked colorful and translucent.
Maybe these arms didn't grow on a creature at all, they just "grew" out of the darkness.
Bai Qiuran guessed.
And those demon consciousnesses born from his miscellaneous thoughts, no, now, there should be only one.
That is the temple itself.
Originally, he thought that the demon consciousness born from his distracting thoughts should not be so powerful. After all, ordinary people's distracting thoughts cannot even create a demon, and this temple is almost equivalent to the consciousness field of World No. 1. , the blood-hating demon born out of it.
Now it seems that maybe it is the reason why his consciousness is too powerful, so even the demon consciousness generated by distracting thoughts is comparable to that high-level demon consciousness.
Bai Qiuran's consciousness spread out, shattering the darkness nearby, and taking the entire temple and even the surrounding wasteland into his eyes.
He saw in the pond behind the temple, bubbling and crawling out of the stagnant water, a humanoid monster covered in rancid silt, and saw the greedy beast pupils shining scarlet in the grass in the nearby wasteland.
These were the things he had feared as a child, and had become his nightmares at midnight.
But now, Bai Qiuran has no fear.
He began to try, whether he could control this demon who was full of hostility towards him.
Bai Qiuran let go of his divine sense and tried to invade the structure of this temple, but just as his divine sense entered, the temple shattered like glass with a bang.
"… "
Bai Qiuran pinched the bridge of his nose.
His consciousness is too powerful, and this demon consciousness is also a thing composed entirely of spirit and consciousness. He wants to invade the structure of this demon consciousness, just like holding a big hammer to pierce the hole of an embroidery needle. Just something that can't be done.
It is still feasible to stir the water tank with a toothpick, but if you use a pillar to chisel a glass bottle, the glass bottle will definitely break.
But fortunately, there is no sign of rebirth for this demon consciousness. This is just a demon consciousness born from his distracting thoughts. After his distracting thoughts disappear, the consciousness demon also loses the mind that supports him and will not be reborn again.
"Try again."
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Next, Bai Qiuran tried again in the field of consciousness. From his distracting thoughts, many complex demons were born, but every time Bai Qiuran invaded them with his consciousness and tried to control them, he would Directly crush these demons.
After a few tries, Zhixian, who was hanging around his waist, suddenly made a suggestion.
"I said Lao Bai, don't try to invade directly with your divine sense."
He said:
"Why don't you try, how about using the method of seizing the body to invade the body of the demon