I climbed over Simpson's body. The ground was covered with blood, too thick and sticky, but not as smelly. It wasn't that the smell of blood had become fainter, but because there was too much of it and so thick, people got used to it.
Hands searched over him, slipped inside his clothes, and touched a face instead?
I felt a sudden shock and pulled my hand back.
Breathing heavily, I pulled at Simpson's clothes again. To my eyes, his thin and shriveled body, with the flesh and skin stuck up in a very strange way as if faces overlapped one another.
In the folk arts, there is actually a saying: "If you bury a body under a tree, the tree will grow a face; dogs eating the dead will resemble human shapes."
This may be related to Feng Shui, and is more commonly integrated into folk customs.
Simpson used human sacrifices, always using peeled bodies, that is, people made into ritual objects to summon ghosts. They referred to this as "gods" in their lineage.
They would gradually be assimilated by this terror, not just in their psychology and behavior, but also in their physical shells.
It's like the many ghosts that were previously integrated into Simpson's body, and had their souls assimilated, appearing on his withered and exhausted skin.
Nauseating and terrifying.
I peeled off more of Simpson's clothes and discovered a large amount of body peeled objects on him, along with countless lotus platforms.
At the same time, I also found a scroll.
The scroll was slightly thicker, and the aura was out of place with the other body-peeled objects. I held it in my hand, spread it out, and sure enough, the face of Wu Zhongkuan appeared in the scroll!
No consciousness, no thought; just the remnants of an elder, his instincts, and... benevolence?
Lao Gong's eccentric and cunning nature, in essence, his maliciousness and deceptiveness, has always been suppressed by this benevolence.
So, do we still need this scroll?
After all, this is an artifact of the Lama Agon. Should it remain with Lao Gong?
For a moment, I was caught in indecision.
"Don't take that stuff. That thing, is Agon's trick on me! Old man, we can't use other means to cheat ourselves! I don't want the cap either! He is the ground of the spirit, and I am very powerful! Very powerful!"
In the distance, Lao Gong was still screaming, sounding more anxious.
I took a deep breath, and a heavy feeling suddenly settled in my heart.
I ripped the scroll and Wu Zhongkuan's human skin face apart in one go.
After that, I climbed towards Lao Gong again.
When I crawled close to the long table, Lao Gong was still shouting, asking me to keep the face covered in the cap away from him, as he didn't want it or eat it.
I did it without hesitation, directly pressing Wu Zhongkuan's face skin onto Lao Gong's face with force!
In an instant, the face and Lao Gong's head overlapped and covered each other!
In itself, Lao Gong was already wearing a hat and crown, unable to resist, and his face changed from old to young again gradually, regaining its original appearance.
After a shiver, Lao Gong's eyes became much calmer, clearer, and fresher than before.
He stared at me for a moment before saying, "Old man, what are you doing? Get me off! Ah... There's blood, intestines, and brain; they're not pressing on you, you don't know how uncomfortable it is... Hurry up... This is sin... Great sin... Eat some rats and scorpions instead. What on earth do these ghost things eat..."
Finally, I found some joy on my face, and I put away the scroll, then I pushed open the long table all at once.
Lao Gong's head rolled out.
He shook violently, and the hat crown fell to the ground.
With a start, Lao Gong sighed, "Comfortable."
He scoffed and drilled into my body. Instantly, my exhausted body was controlled by Lao Gong, able to stand steadily now.
"Sinful, that old fellow, yech..."
A hacking cough escaped from his mouth, and I felt a sense of relaxation and relief.
Fortunately, Lao Gong is still Lao Gong.
"Master hasn't returned, nor has the young miss of the Qi family. This place is haunted, full of dangers. We have to leave as soon as possible," Lao Gong muttered hurriedly, as he hurried to pick up the ritual objects I had dropped, which once again hurt my hand.
When the ghost cultivator controlled my body, the injury was even more severe. This is nothing compared to what it is now.
"Old man, you're a bit ruthless. My father saved your life in a previous life. You didn't kneel, that's fine. But you don't even call out 'Dad,' it's not right."
Lao Gong did not leave the temple directly; instead, he returned to Simpson's body and searched around thoroughly.
This is very Lao Gong, completely thieving habits.
I didn't answer him, he was occupying my body, I couldn't speak.
Additionally, there is another point.
Why are humans able to be carefree?
When everything is completely lost, and everything is severed, perhaps carefree is the inevitable result?
Or, perhaps it's madness?
If I really call him out, kneel down in front of him.
Will he be able to enlighten himself in the end?
Would he then be trapped in his obsession, recognizing me as either Xiao Qin or Mao Xianjun, and follow me for a long time?
It seems like I have gained a level of protection that surpasses the Yin-Yang Cultivator.
However, in reality, I have chained him.
I am no longer Mao Xianjun.
I am using his love for his son's sake, and the shackles of previous generations.
Can I still move forward?
Without definite experiences, I cannot give a definite answer, nor can I be certain that I will stop here.
All of this is an assumption, and I am not doing it, nor would I do it.
After walking out of the temple, Lao Gong's muttering became some calculations of directions.
We passed by two more temples, inside which there were offerings of normal fruits and pastries. Lao Gong, controlling me, walked into them, grabbed the food, and stuffed it into his mouth haphazardly.
Eating until his stomach was full, Lao Gong suddenly left my body and regained his ability to move freely. I almost stumbled and fell to the ground, but I quickly regained my balance. With food to nourish him, his body really improved.
"The old woman is also quite strange. In theory, she should not feel it since even a soul at the level of Yin-Yang Cultivator has vanished. Why hasn't she come back to take you?"
"Old man, to avoid any changes, let's go east quickly," Lao Gong reminded me from my shoulder.
Indeed, Ding RuiPU is also a variable.
Without Simpson as a counterbalance, without the ghost cultivator, and without the remaining trace of high sky soul from my body, I fear I cannot deal with Ding RUIPU.
However, as the saying goes, when a carriage reaches the foot of the mountain, there is always a path. I cannot always rely on others, even if these people are essential on the path of cultivation. But there will be times when there is no one ahead.
After leaving the temple with offerings, I walked towards the east.
I passed through many places along the way, all of which appeared very empty.
Suddenly, some people appeared in front of me.
They are all old monks.
There are no temples around anymore, just a relatively flat ground where a black lotus tower stands.
The tower is not tall, but it gives off a dense sense of death and silence under the sunlight.
At least dozens of old monks, all guarding at a distance of about 30 to 40 meters from the tower.
The last time I came here, the ground was flat. But this time, I saw some chaotic stones, along with some bones stuck in the ground.
My heart suddenly became very alert.
However, Lao Gong instantly vanished into my body and took control again.
"The old woman still isn't up to scratch. The master's Yin-Yang Cultivator is too weak. Even after occupying the body, he can only set up a little formation for self-protection and can't eliminate all of them. That ghost cultivator and the Taoist Ma Zhan would have annihilated these old guys in no time."
Lao Gong muttered in a low voice, displaying great dissatisfaction: "The master's Yin-Yang Cultivator is nothing but an ass, a physical body ascended to the heavens, and his soul was reincarnated. His past life protected his present life, how good it is."
Of course, his voice was very low, and he made sure not to let the old monks in front hear it.
He didn't pause, controlling me to keep moving forward.
Soon, some of the old monks noticed me approaching. They turned their heads, and their eyes showed reverence and respect.
Lao Gong, controlling me, let out a series of gurgling words, and the old monks became extremely excited, immediately kneeling down and crawling on the ground!
My heart was beating very fast.
With his skill, his boldness has exceeded the level of artistry.
It's said that one must be skilled in dealing with ghosts, but Lao Gong is merely deceiving people.
In the previous moment, I didn't even consider using this method.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred!
A towering figure suddenly appeared beside the group of old monks, causing my scalp to tingle!
That was precisely Simpson, who had been pushed back by a trace of high sky soul, and now he had restored his Yin-Yang Cultivator's spirit! ？
It was just a moment's hesitation, and after glancing at me fiercely, he fled at great speed!
At the position where he stood before, there were several faint shadows.
One of them was the fat, phantom mother of the ghosts!
No one could see Simpson.
Yin-Yang Cultivators who have transcended the mundane world must have a destined person to see them.
My dad and I are destined to see Simpson.
But now he is being chased by the divine beings of the Black City Temple itself!
He is to be devoured as prey!
The deities serve him and are under his control, but they will surely retaliate.
No wonder the ghost cultivator wanted me to leave this place and never come back again!
Meanwhile, Lao Gong controlled my body like nothing was wrong, walking forward as if nothing mattered.
His steps were quite meticulous, passing over the stones and bones, and he was not trapped by the Fengshui array.
The old monks fell behind me, yet they knelt and worshipped without cease.
They have no idea that Simpson, the one they revere, is now like a rat being chased by them under the statue they worship!
The setting sun's light grew more intense.
The outer layer of the lotus tower was made of some type of stone, and there was a tower within another. Only upon getting closer did I see the eerie internal structure, with its texture resembling the remains of an ancient corpse...
I couldn't see the ghost-like concubines, only seeing my dad inside the tower. His demeanor was not his own but appeared demonic and elegant, reminiscent of Ding RUIPU's!
And, I could see my dad, standing next to Qi Yaoqi, whose spirit was more solid due to the heavy yin energy here, making her corpse more concrete.
She had been carrying half of the ghost cultivator's body, and it could be seen that the lower body blood originally present on the corpse had disappeared!
On Qi Yaoqi's ghostly face, there was despair and fear. She trembled, and blood tears flowed down her face.
The old monks were deceived and followed, of course, like Qi Yaoqi who was also deceived.
Sadness and pain made the qingqi (?) aura around her body heavier and more concentrated!
I recited a large section of words from my mouth, which I didn't understand. Nevertheless, the old monks gradually stood up and moved away towards the distance, quickly disappearing from view.
It is obvious that Lao Gong has made them retreat.
However, I am well aware that the amount of time this can deceive others will not last long!
At this moment, my dad's body trembled, and a shadow appeared beside him, which was none other than Ding RuiPU!
Ding RuiPU smiled at me, and his lips moved slightly, as if he said three words.
Good grandson?
And then, Ding RuiPU disappeared...
"Oh, she left? Grandpa, what expression are you making?" Lao Gong couldn't see Ding RuiPU. He knew that my dad wasn't possessed, but he couldn't see the slight movement of Ding RuiPU's lips and didn't know what she said!
"How strange, how strange! I thought she didn't want your body because she thought the lord's was more suitable, but in fact, neither of them wanted it. It's really weird."
Lao Gong muttered in my shoulder, and then he howled loudly, flying towards Qi Yaoqi.
"Little lady, don't cry, I, Lao Gong, feel sorry for you. Your past husband also loves you!" However, this way of speaking is too disorganized and lacks boundaries, making me feel confused and anxious.
Qi Yaoqi's crying stopped abruptly.
She stared at me blankly. I always thought before that this was the soul of the headless woman, lost in delusion.
In fact, it was me who didn't understand her deep emotions...
But, the past life and this life, are inherently separated by heaven and earth.
All of this has long been over.
"Grandpa, why are you standing there? Be harsh to the old guys, but show affection to the little lady! Your own wife, you have to comfort her! Come over quickly!" Lao Gong whispered.
