Even though Su Wu only had more than 600 yuan of jade, it didn't stop him from thinking that spending a thousand yuan of jade to buy the 'Yi Gen Zang' was worth it.
After obtaining the mind root treasure, you still need to find a 'meditation method' in order to truly fix this power in yourself and achieve cyclic use.
At present, Su Wu still knows nothing about the world Zhuojie lived in in the past, and it is even less certain when he will get the 'meditation method'.
Su Wu actually knew in his heart: To deal with the 'scab', Yi Genzang only provided a possible direction.
It's water from afar, but it can't quench your thirst for water from afar.
His mind returned to calm, and he summoned another redeemable item: the Hand of the Corpse Ghost.
Ignoring all the explanations about the tricky hand, he looked directly at the last two lines.
The current containment success rate of the Corpse Ghost Hand is 21%.
Compatibility with the host itself: 3.5%.
Both values increased.
The improvement in success rate is large, but the improvement in fit is small.
The degree of fit should only be greatly improved after continuous exploration and training after true accommodation.
The accommodation success rate is different.
"Every time I experience Zhuojie's past life, it is equivalent to letting his past happen again to me.
This will lead to an increase in Sly Hand's acceptance of me, and the success rate of acceptance will increase accordingly?"
Su Wu looked at the two lines of values, thoughts flashed in his mind, and he pondered for a long time.
He made up his mind and called up the simulator again: "Start the simulation of 'Zhuojie's Past Life'!"
"Selected."
"After deducting 500 Yuan Yuan, your wallet balance is 198 Yuan Yuan."
"In this simulation, you are not allowed to bring anything other than yourself. You can consume 20 yuan of jade to personally experience the past life of the original owner. Do you want to consume it?"
"……no."
"Loading into the game..."
"Zhuojie's past life has been successfully loaded!"
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The sky was still gloomy all around, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance exuded a holy and peaceful light.
Su Wu quickly approached Zhuo Jie's father who was lying on the ground. After getting the food and letters, he left without looking back and wasted no time.
He hoped that in this way, he could escape the pursuit of the "Narrow-Sleeved Guanyin".
But this is purely fanciful.
As long as you are targeted by Narrow Sleeve Guanyin, no matter how far you run or how long you run, you will eventually encounter this strange creature.
Maybe it's just the length of time that makes the difference.
This time, after Su Wu ran out of the dark woods, he saw the narrow-sleeved Guanyin with a face like a peach heart and a glowing white face in a riverbank that was pale in the moonlight.
Just as Narrow-Sleeved Guanyin was about to get into his mouth, a giant gold-clad dog jumped out of the darkness again and drank away Narrow-sleeved Guanyin.
Howls came and went in the dark wind.
Pairs of pale green eyes illuminated by the nightlight surrounded Su Wu in the center.
Su Wu did a rough count and found that there were twenty-eight pairs of eyes, which meant that there were twenty-eight giant dogs around.
After the last contact, he no longer had any fear of these giant dogs transformed from the "Yi Gen Zang", and he stepped forward to get closer to the dogs in the darkness.
But as he took steps forward, the dogs rode on the black wind and suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Su Wu smacked his lips and didn't force it. He relied on the North Star to identify the northwest direction and continued moving forward.
Still walking day and night.
When the sun was about to set the next day, we saw the temple on the high hill.
This temple had no name, and Su Wu couldn't understand the words outlined on the sutra curtains hanging from the walls.
He stepped into the threshold and did not choose the first room on the left like last time. Instead, he went to the main hall directly opposite the door and took a look around.
After seeing a statue enshrined in the main hall with a bird's head and human body and two wings on its back, Su Wu walked into the first house on the right side near the main hall.
Zhuojie's father said that there were three mages living in this temple.
Shouldn't the three mages have an attitude of wanting to fight and kill themselves, right?
In this case, wouldn’t Zhuo Jie’s father specifically ask his son to come and behead him?
There is always a mage who will be the right choice for you.
The furnishings in this room are not much different from before, except that there are no longer thick stalls on the floor, but a wolf skin.
On the Zen bed with the lifelike wolf head facing the door and the wolf tail facing the door, an old monk with a bald head and a long beard looked at Su Wu with kind eyes.
"Master, my father asked me to come to you!"
Su Wu handed the letter to the other party.
The old monk nodded, squinted his eyes slightly, and read the letter by the light.
After a while, he folded the letter carefully and put it on the table, and asked Su Wu: "Your father and I have been friends for decades. We practiced together in Wuxiang Zunneng Temple.
Later, he broke the precepts and returned to secular life. I was sent to garrison here, and we lost contact with him.
The letter said that the village where you live has recently been invaded by Narrow-Sleeved Guanyin, and many villagers have been eaten by Narrow-Sleeved Guanyin. Is that why you came to me?"
The old monk spoke slowly and spoke gently.
But Su Wu noticed a serious flaw in his words!
Since Zhuo Jie's father has cut off contact with the old monk, how can we explain that Zhuo Jie's father knew that the old monk lived here and specifically wrote a letter asking his son to come and seek refuge?
If Zhuo's father knew that the old monk was in this temple, why did he deliberately not contact him?
Wait until you are in danger before you think of finding a friend whom you haven't greeted for a long time to "take care of you"?
The old monk's words were full of weirdness, and Su Wu became wary of him. He nodded calmly, stepped back, and said, "Yes, that's it. Can you help us kill Narrow-Sleeved Guanyin?"
"
"How could Gui be killed?"
The old monk shook his head, as if he didn't see Su Wu moving away from him, and said something completely different from the middle-aged and long-faced monk.
Can Gui be killed?
Su Wu was shocked, stared at the old monk and asked: "Why can't Gui be killed?"
Meeting his gaze, the old monk smiled.
The light of the oil lamp in the room suddenly turned pale green, and the green light enveloped the entire room.
In the pale green light, the reflection of the old monk sitting on the meditation bed overlapped with the shadow of Su Wu.
The old monk on the Zen bed suddenly 'cracked'.
A crack suddenly burst open on the top of 'his' smooth and shiny head, and with a tooth-sharp sound of tearing bones and flesh, a dry head came out of the crack,
The fire was dancing in the dark eye sockets, and the upper and lower teeth kept tapping, making a hollow voice: "I am just a trick, I can't kill myself, why should others?!"
A mummy completely emerged from the old monk's skin. Su Wu's hair stood on end, but he couldn't move at this moment!
He watched helplessly as the mummy walked to him in the shivering, splitting light and shadow, laid himself down on the ground, and stripped off his clothes.
Then, it took a brush dipped in vermilion paint from somewhere.
The pen was as sharp as a knife. Every time it crossed Su Wu's body, Su Wu felt the pain of being cut!
