Chapter 149 I'm Going to Show My Spirit
"If you want, I can too..."
Nezha gave a signal with his eyes, and the Qiankun Ring on his earlobe kept shaking, practically writing "I can hug you" on his face.
Ping Yu immediately walked up the steps.
"It's good to get some exercise," she said awkwardly, "Exercise is good for your health."
The boy looked at her legs and smiled without saying a word.
We'll get him sooner or later, there's no rush.
Volunteers referred to floors 1-4 as the "selection floors".
All the stands were decorated with golden Buddha amulets, which, against the backdrop of deep red wood, resembled gold teeth embedded in the gums.
The person reached their hand in, as if to nourish it with flesh and blood.
One of the monks at the counter noticed them standing there dumbfounded and walked over.
"Do you two need anything?"
Upon closer inspection, it seemed there were only the two teenagers on this floor. The monk smiled warmly: "Are you two seeking wealth? Academic success? Or...?"
He clasped his hands together, paused, and then asked with a hint of mockery, "Marriage?"
Pingyu replied, "Let me see first; I'm not sure what I'm asking for yet."
"Two devout believers, do you know who these people who come seeking amulets are?"
"Those who have wishes and desires."
"Wishes and desires both arise from desire. When asked 'What do you want?' the first word that comes to mind is 'true desire.' If you want wealth, you seek wealth; if you want love, you seek love. Believers, if you have no goal, you have no greed. If you do not have greed, then why are you here?"
"Because you want to."
Pingyu only replied with these two simple words.
The monk was taken aback by her answer. Confused, he asked, "I don't know you, so why 'I think'?"
“My boyfriend and I originally came to Baishui Street for a date, but the volunteers here approached us and invited us to come here.”
Pingyu was speaking to the monk, with Nezha standing behind her. The young man's strikingly beautiful face stood out in the crowded environment; his shadow was stretched long in an instant, its outline cast on the wall resembling a coiled dragon, exuding an oppressive aura. The monk, feeling inferior in presence, added a string of milky-white prayer beads to his clasped hands. Pingyu followed suit, clasping her hands together, her tone calm: "We came at your invitation; it is the Ajarn who is coveting us."
“Then you shouldn’t be here. Ajarn’s guests should go to the top floor.”
"This place is a cannibalistic place."
The monk lowered his eyes, turned his clasped hands up an inch, pointing straight to the top: "Above is human desire."
Before Pingyu could ponder the meaning behind his words, the monk was called away. She and Nezha stood facing each other in the narrow sales area. If people were to be compared to a turbulent current, they were the reefs within it. Perhaps because of what the monk had said, those who came here to buy amulets were laughing, laughing loudly, and even grinning savagely because they had "obtained their wishes," to the point that their faces no longer resembled faces, which was quite unsettling.
Ping Yu shuddered, his gaze sweeping over the people and landing on the Buddhist amulets displayed in the gaps between the showcases.
Buddhism has "Seven Treasures," with gold ranking first. This is because gold is often used to describe the Buddha's "purple-gold" body, symbolizing that the Buddha's wisdom can dispel the ignorance of mortals. However, here, gold is more like bait, luring greedy people to follow one after another. All the amulets are shrouded in black aura, like rusty copper and iron revealed after the gold leaf is peeled away, and a faint, fishy smell permeates the air.
Once you've recovered, focus your attention again.
Her gaze began to flicker, each flicker revealing a different scene. This place resembled an inescapable hell, with dark infant spirits lurking on the Buddhist amulets, and the skin of believers melting away like candle wax, leaving only withered bones.
Ping Yu broke out in a cold sweat.
She abruptly closed her eyes, suddenly feeling someone poking her temples with a finger. Immediately afterward, a warm current nourished Pingyu's eyes. Nezha used his spiritual power to soothe her consciousness, causing the veins that had bulged in the whites of her eyes to recede. After a long while, Pingyu quietly pulled Nezha away from the room. The moment they stepped out of the door…
Although the corridor was long, it was a welcome respite from the frenzied atmosphere, allowing one to finally relax. She breathed a sigh of relief and voiced her question to Nezha: "How were they able to capture so many infant spirits to refine magical artifacts?"
Before Nezha could answer, Pingyu whispered to himself, "The fact that such a large number of ghost children can be mass-produced and maintained to meet daily demand proves that there must be a supply chain behind this execution ground."
This must involve various illegal activities such as child trafficking, organ trafficking, and human sacrifice. Just imagining the dark secrets behind it all sent chills down Ping Yu's spine.
This place is unlike the Shang Dynasty.
To uproot this intricate network of power would inevitably require a long and arduous journey fraught with unspeakable danger. She and Nezha, however, only had three days. Thinking of this, Pingyu hesitated. She bit her thumb and looked at the silent boy beside her.
Nezha was like her shadow, forever watching over her.
Did she really have to drag Nezha into this kind of event during their mere three days of modern-day fun? They could have used those three days to have fun, experience all sorts of things, and even ride the Ferris wheel together. The initial excitement began to cool and fade under the weight of modern societal norms. Until finally, she suddenly grabbed Nezha's arm.
"Let's go!"
Ping Yu said.
Nezha remained motionless and asked, "Aren't you going to continue?"
"Hmm." She lowered her head, avoiding eye contact, as if trying to convince herself: "This is not something we can handle."
In this era, strength is not paramount, and there are no prime ministers like Jiang Ziya to protect them. Her family was merely a small, easily dismissed household. Ping Yu spoke, lowering her head even further. She feared that if she looked up, she would see Nezha's condemning or disdainful expression.
On one side is family, and on the other is a bottomless abyss.
Pingyu felt as if she were standing on the edge of a deep pit, with raging flames burning inside. The dead children were all inside, wailing and screaming, forming a human ladder and reaching out to Pingyu for help. She could easily reach out and pull them out. But doing so would also bring fire upon herself.
*Smack*
Nezha grabbed her hand instead.
Pingyu stared at him blankly. The boy asked, "Do I have followers?"
"Yes, I have."
"Is it a lot?"
"So many!"
Are you kidding me? The Prince Temple is a very popular place of worship!
"That……"
Nezha fully understood Pingyu's thoughts. After all, if an immortal descends to the mortal realm to punish evil and eradicate wickedness, then it doesn't violate the laws of Heaven. Heaven doesn't bestow blessings for nothing; Pingyu's experiences are all related to the Ghost Gate, so it seems the last ghost is here.
In other words, three days later...
Nezha will go back, but Pingyu will stay here forever.
They will meet again in a thousand years.
Nezha sighed almost imperceptibly. He realized that Pingyu was clearly unaware of this. She had now lost all her spiritual power, and he had to help Pingyu resolve this matter within three days, otherwise Nezha would be uneasy. Since she was worried about having no one to back her up, he would find someone to support her within his limited time.
And so, Nezha slowly finished speaking:
"How about I perform a miracle?"
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