819 Iceland Horror (327) Taoist Master Kong Kong...
"Ah..."
Unconsciously, the voice of chanting the Pure and Tranquil Sutra stopped. Taoist Kongkong stared at the big cat lying on him with a complicated expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but his throat was very hoarse, and the sound of the breath that escaped was completely suppressed by the clanging sound of chiseling bones. Compared with the first time he used the scissors to cut the pollution of Roger and Betty, it is now obviously much more skilled.
And perhaps because Taoist Kongkong himself is a spiritual imprint, which is more unstable than the soul, the knife cuts the pollution very smoothly. Even if Bingyi attached the power of the scissors to the cat claws of his right forelimbs, compared with the diamond-shaped petal bone pieces on Taoist Kongkong's body, the cat claws were very small, but it only needed the tip of the claws to touch the bone pieces and the bone pieces would fall automatically. It was really convenient. An Xuebao and Yu Xiaohonghou could not even pick up the bone pieces faster than it cut the bone pieces.
After all, Bingyi was filled with the power of butterfly pollution and abyss flower pollution, and these bone pieces gathered towards him spontaneously. The Spirit Lancet could only cut itself originally, but when cutting the spiritual pollution of Roger Betty and the other person, Bingyi found that the judgment of this light knife was still quite rigid. As long as he carried the same kind of pollution and had some spiritual connection with the other person, he could use the knife to cut others.
The premise is that the other person is deeply polluted, and the pollution is almost equivalent to the soul itself, so that the knife can misjudge. For example, Roger Betty was basically assimilated by the pollution before, and the Taoist Kongkong in front of him was almost completely affected by the pollution. Although the Spirit Lancet has various problems, there is one thing that makes Bingyi very satisfied, that is, its power will spontaneously protect the soul and spirit that is cut - no matter how deformed, incomplete, or broken the soul is, it will not deteriorate further before the effect of the Spirit Lancet disappears.
Otherwise, the spiritual imprint of Taoist Kongkong, which is basically integrated with the pollution of the Abyss Flower, will collapse if a little pollution is removed. Of course, the power of the spirit lancet is not infinite. Once there is no power to protect the spirit, it will dissipate and break. However, this is no problem for Bingyi. In addition to the one he used for Betty Roger and the one he is using now, he still has seven spirit lancets. Not to mention that there are less than two and a half hours left before the old dream is broken at midnight, so many lancets are enough for Taoist Kongkong to enjoy for a day or two.
‘What happened at that time, why did Director Hong destroy the flower? ’
Seeing that the petal cutting is on the right track and there is no need to think more, Bingyi slowed down his movements to avoid cutting too fast. After cutting the hotel and then lowering the light path - although he also wanted to know whether the spirit mark of Taoist Kongkong, who has been dead for many years, will be taken away by the hotel after being cut. After all, it should not be based on strength to lower the light path after cutting, but on convention. Whether you can get on the light path and leave depends on the strength of the soul.
But Bingyi still has a lot of things to ask, and this little experiment can be kept until the end of the old dream. The big cat cuts slowly and connects everyone present with a thread, just like a chat room where they can communicate together. Taoist Kongkong was afraid of him. If he didn't tell the truth in private, Bingyi would just act calm. Everyone would talk and listen to each other, and no one would be left out.
'Do you have a telepathic connection with him? '
Sure enough, Taoist Kongkong was silent for a moment and then spoke. Although he didn't answer Bingyi's question but asked it back, he was willing to communicate, which was considered a success.
'Whether they have a telepathic connection, I think the Taoist can see it clearly.'
An Xuefeng answered for Bingyi. Seeing the big cat cutting the bone pieces and asking questions at the same time, he was terrified. He was afraid that something might happen, so he just took over the job of asking questions and said aggressively: 'I want to ask Taoist, why did you suddenly explode and pollute my lover? '
'Guide Bing is a very rare good tour guide.'
Yu Xiangyang also chimed in, talking about the close connection between Bingyi and metaphysics, and how many times he fought side by side with the "original" leader of metaphysics in this generation, the Half-Life Taoist, and how he was connected to metaphysics fate. The hotel rules, which were originally not very effective in controlling old dreams, were completely destroyed by the pollution of the Abyss Flower. Yu Xiangyang could now speak freely. Even Bingyi himself didn't know about this, and he listened with great interest.
It was not until Yu Xiangyang talked about the ancient oasis of the 30th degree north latitude journey inherited by the old Chen team, and talked about the fact that the Chen team and others who were still trapped in the battlefield had a glimmer of hope because of Bingyi, that the silent Taoist Kongkong finally moved: "Chen Cheng, is he still alive? '
'Yes, but it's hard to say when he will die'
An Xuefeng said coldly, he and Yu Xiangyang played the villain and the hero: 'If Bingyi hadn't helped to purify some of the pollution, they might have died long ago'
'Taoist, Bingyi is now our most important ally in metaphysics'
Yu Xiangyang also advised, he found that Taoist Kongkong cared the most about the old Chen team, so he used this as a topic to reduce his vigilance against Bingyi. After two rounds of persuasion, Taoist Master Kongkong finally sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I'm already dead anyway, life and death have nothing to do with me anymore."
"I don't need to bother you anymore, I'll tell you what you want to know. But how much you can remember after you leave depends on your luck."
Finally he gave in! An Xuefeng and the other two were all shocked at the same time. Taoist Master Kongkong's statement clearly meant that what he was going to say next involved many secrets of the past, even about the rules, so these memories would most likely be erased and sealed after they returned to the hotel after the competition. But they would talk about the future later, and now they would never miss this opportunity!
"There are only two things you want to know most. One, where are the petals of Pindao? The other, what are you?"
As if he had completely let go, Daoist Master Kongkong no longer treated Bingyi like he did before. He even raised his fingers that were only white bones and stroked the big cat. His cold jade-like finger bones fell down and combed the long and thick cat fur like It was like a comb, so comfortable that Bingyi narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed his fingers. Taoist Master Kongkong lowered his eyes, moved the corners of his lips slightly, and seemed to be smiling lightly.
However, what he said next shocked everyone.
'The petals of poor Taoism are not in this spiritual imprint, nor are they in the original abyss'
'Maybe not even in this world'
‘Not in this world? What's the meaning? ’
Taoist Master Kongkong's words made people look at each other, and they didn't react for a while until they saw him raise his hand and point to the top of his head. An idea flashed in Xue Bao's mind, but his eyes darkened slightly. Yu Xiangyang was a little confused and suddenly realized. , subconsciously grabbed his tail nervously.
‘Is it at the hotel? ’
Only Bingyi was still knocking and asked with interest. He still has no memory of going to the hotel, but he remembers that the light path projected from the sky was like a reflection from outside the human world.
‘Hotel? The hotel wouldn’t dare take this hot potato’
Director Kongkong smiled when he heard this, and flicked the tip of the Maine Coon cat's ear with his fingertips, instructing it to cut off the petals growing on the finger bones. This is a delicate job. When Bingyi lowered his head and was busy, Director Kongkong gestured to look at the snow leopard. , seeing the snow leopard nod slightly, he understood in his heart.
Sure enough, he felt something strange. Bingyi had obviously lost a lot of memory, otherwise he would not have been smart enough to think of a hotel as his first thought.
‘Is it this bad that I have lost so many memories?’
Taoist priest Kongkong didn't know that the rules of this competition were that the tour guide had amnesia. He only thought that Bingyi had grown to the point where he was no longer tolerated by the hotel and his memory was repeatedly sealed. He thought wrongly, pursed his lips slightly, looked solemn, and said suddenly: 'No wonder you are so anxious. ’
Seeing that the Taoist priest wanted to favor An Xuefeng, he didn't explain. He keenly felt that he might be able to get more information this way. Sure enough, the news revealed by Taoist Master Kongkong next was shocking. If it were to be revealed, it would definitely set off a storm!
"It's already the end of ten years. It's incredible that Chen Cheng can still survive outside the territory...that is, what you call the battlefield."
The long and winding road has a profound meaning: ‘Did he try to divert the journey to 30 degrees north latitude, but failed? ’
‘Have you ever thought about why he wanted to divert the journey to 30 degrees north latitude? He is not a person with wild and bold ideas’
These three words from Taoist Master Kongkong made An Xuefeng and Yu Xiangyang's hearts beat wildly. Could it be that——
'For I transferred to him my two journeys to the thirtieth degree north. ’
When Taoist Master Kongkong said it word by word, An Xuefeng was not shocked at all, but there was a feeling that the dust had settled and it was indeed like this.
'Even if his memory was erased by the hotel, subconsciously, he still felt that it was possible to transfer the journey to 30 degrees north latitude, and that it was feasible to transfer captain to captain, so a sudden inspiration and a random idea made him finally It is possible to make this choice. ’
Taoist Master Kongkong was immersed in memories, his tone was a little nostalgic, a little melancholy: ‘He will only think that this is what he thought of’
‘You can transfer the journey to him, but he cannot transfer it to others. Is it because there are flower petals in the butterfly fragments in your journey? ’
At this moment, An Xuefeng suddenly asked. Although it was a question, his tone was very firm.
'Yes, otherwise why would Chen Cheng persist on the battlefield for so long?'
Taoist Master Kongkong shook his head and laughed: "Is he so strong?"
'But to be precise, there should only be butterfly fragments from those two journeys. The power of Thirty Degrees North Latitude could not withstand the superposition of butterfly fragments and petal pollution, and it was almost assimilated by the time I passed it to him. ’
Taoist Master Kongkong then told a very brief story. His spiritual imprint was different from those left by others. The memories of those mental imprints only stay before the imprints are left, but Taoist Master Kongkong's mental imprints are, to be precise, equivalent to himself.
At the end of his journey in Northern Europe, everyone else returned to the hotel, but he was completely polluted because he ate the flower petals, and stayed in Iceland forever, in the narrow gap between the Land of Mist and the Land of Fire. He did not die. His companions made various efforts to take him away. Director Huang told him the method of merging the tokens of the journey to the 30th degree north latitude. In order not to be contaminated by flower petals and butterfly fragments, he immediately assimilated them. Daoist Master Kongkong did not hesitate. Hesitation fused his two tokens and the butterfly fragment at the same time.
At that time, he thought of using the pollution from 30 degrees north latitude to contain the fragments and petals, but he did not expect that after fusing the butterfly fragments, all the petal pollution that caused all kinds of crazy distortions in his body would be absorbed by the butterfly fragments, and the petals would belong to the butterfly, alleviating the pain. It takes some of the burden off him, but in the long run this is not a good thing.
The butterfly fragments fused with petals return to their original state, which means they are not considered fragments corresponding to the journey to the 30th degree north latitude. They are no longer restrained by the journey. The pollution of the petals and butterflies breaks out on Kongkong Taoist Master at the same time. He must day Chanting the Jing Jing Sutra day and night can barely suppress it, but it cannot relieve the severe pain that erodes the bone marrow.
Surrounded by visions of severe pain and auditory hallucinations, he spent more time in a coma than awake. In his fragmented memories when he was awake, many people had visited him. Sometimes when he was awake, he saw all the eminent monks from the White Lotus Brigade gathered together. People gathered around him, and while the wooden fish sang sutras, they performed rituals for him for ninety-nine and eighty-one days to suppress pollution. Occasionally when he wakes up, he sees a group of tour guides from the Butcher Alliance surrounding him, absorbing the pollution that permeates his body.
He had many friends, and he was the leader of the East District at that time. With his status, he could not make many friends freely, but many people admired his character and naturally surrounded him.
The deputy team of Metaphysics, his friend repeatedly stepped on the seven stars to save his life, exhausted and vomited blood. The Holy Mother of Whitechapel was grateful for his life-saving grace, and gathered all the power of Whitechapel to summon the seven trumpet-blowing angels to bring about the end of the world. Judgment reenacts the Angels' invasion of Northern Europe to suppress Norse mythology and suppress the Golden Lunga Divide in an attempt to make him feel better. Director Huang even found a few voluntary tour guides for him, hoping that a tacit understanding would create a miracle.
Taoist Master Kongkong remembers all this. He has no regrets and does not want to implicate other people. When everything finally slid into the irreversible abyss, and the power of Thirty Degrees North Latitude was almost completely eroded, he realized that his life would come to an end.
So at the last moment, he summoned the people of metaphysics and selected one of the newcomers to pass on the Taoism. The choice of Chen Cheng was not due to his extraordinary talent and ability to sing sutras and chants - although Chen Cheng already had quite a reputation at the time, and even won the title of Sword Out of the Cold Mountain in the year-end celebration, it was different from the one in his heyday. Taoist Master Kongkong was far behind him. Chen Cheng couldn't even recite sutras, he was just a pure swordsman.
But since ancient times, those who concentrate on practicing swordsmanship have the strongest will, the purest Taoist heart, and will not be easily shaken by external objects.
"When I die, the butterfly fragments fused with the petals will separate, and the last token of the journey to the 30th North Latitude will be wrapped around them."
Taoist Master Kongkong said calmly: 'The original abyss has been completely closed, and I don't know when it will open. I passed them on to Chen Cheng, hoping that one day he can send the petals back to the abyss. This is not something that should exist in the human world. ’
Speaking of this, Taoist Master Kongkong smiled strangely: "I didn't tell anyone except Chen Cheng about this. After returning to the hotel, his memory will also be processed by the hotel. After he left, Xuanxue also made a decision. I still The illusion of being alive, but maybe someone will see all this, maybe someone will steal, grab Chen Cheng's butterfly fragments'
‘If someone really takes action, it might be Xiaohong, or her child’
Taoist Master Kongkong's words were like a thunderous explosion. For an instant, a scarlet figure appeared in the minds of An Xuefeng and Yu Xiangyang. It was the life-haunting person! Someone stole Chen Cheng's butterfly fragments!
Why didn't Chen Cheng say anything after losing the butterfly, and even acted very indifferently? Maybe subconsciously he knew that this matter must not be made public, there was something wrong with these butterfly fragments!
But why does Taoist Master Kongkong think that people from Director Hong's side will come to seize the fragments? Could it be that--
‘The thing I regret most was being soft-hearted’
Taoist Master Kongkong's eyes fell on the silver-white cat, his eyes were extremely complex. His voice was very soft, but his words were very serious: 'In a moment of softness, I didn't kill Xiaohong in the abyss, but sent her out alive.'
‘I gave birth to you, the evil star’
The white-bone finger touched the silver-white cat's forehead. Taoist Master Kongkong suddenly raised his head and looked at the entrance of the cave, his eyes sharp as an eagle for a moment. A little snow foam fell at the entrance of the cave, as if the wind was blowing through the snow. But the next moment, a golden-brown big cat quietly stepped into the snow cave. Facing Taoist Master Kong Kong's gaze, his eyes narrowed slightly and he walked step by step deeper into the cave.
The phantom cat, its body is covered with snow, no one knows how long it has been dormant at the entrance of the cave, and how many secrets it has heard——
No.
Taoist Master Kongkong raised his brows and smiled, slowly stroking the big silver cat's back. From beginning to end, they communicated in their minds using strings, and the phantom cat didn't hear anything.
When it comes in now, it feels that the spiritual imprint of Taoist Master Kong Kong is constantly weakening (no matter what the pollution is), and it is anxious.