Chapter 2: The same heart hears the voice of the heart. Is this voice hers? ? Is it true or not...

Xie Tingyu's heart was pounding, like a small stone dropped into calm water, causing huge waves.

[Host, he is threatening you! Stay calm!]

Xie Tingyu's head was dizzy from the mechanical sound of the system. She frowned and said, "The immortal is kind. Maybe he helped a girl who looks like me."

The deep and powerful Zen sounds echoed in the ancient temple, as if they could cleanse people's turbid souls.

The day passed, the sky was dim, and the clear crow of roosters could be heard faintly.

Xie Tingyu walked slowly up the stairs of the Fanyin Temple. A figure in black clothes walked two steps in front of her, neither hurried nor slow, as if he was waiting for her.

"Everything in Fanyin Temple is designed to follow the laws of nature. Thank you, Miss, be careful where you step."

What do you mean by returning to nature? Xie Tingyu laughed. Before the speech conversion system could say anything, Xie Tingyu continued, "Isn't it just that moss has grown on the steps?"

This person speaks in a set way, but his voice is gentle and peaceful, and his distant words sound quite pleasant.

Xie Tingyu laughed at himself in his heart, thinking that even in a new world he was still obsessed with looks and voices, what a loser.

But, did they bring her here to verify whether she was a human or a ghost?

"Donors, two female Bodhisattvas, the abbot has asked me to lead you to the guest rooms in the backyard." A young nun in a gray robe bowed and spoke.

"Can we go and pay our respects to Bodhisattva Samantabhadra first?" A gentle voice sounded first. Xie Tingyu had also heard from Cheng Yan that his name was Wen Zhiyu and he was Cheng Yan's junior uncle.

According to her, Wen Zhiyu has always been kind, gentle and friendly to others.

The wound on Xie Tingyu's back had not been fully healed, and he had no place to change his bloodstained clothes. Now Cheng Yan was holding him up, and his eyes fell on Wen Zhiyu.

Wen Zhiyu doesn't seem like a Buddhist. He is the world-destroying villain in the original novel, who slaughtered half of the cultivation world.

Xie Tingyu also knew that these two people came to Fanyin Temple for something, but obviously, they would not tell her.

"Since you are here to worship, of course you can." The little nun clasped her hands and walked in front.

After a while, we passed through the spacious hall and saw a tall Buddha statue riding a six-tusked white elephant and holding a wish-fulfilling stick. The statue looked solemn and compassionate.

There are many prayer flags and banners hanging in front of the Buddha statue, and incense burners and various ritual instruments are placed on the table.

Wen Zhiyu thanked the little monk specially and let him go out first.

Wen Zhiyu stared at the incense in the incense burner that had not yet burned out, then turned his head to look at Xie Tingyu, "The incense has not yet burned out, but apart from us and those monks, there is probably no one else in the temple."

He paused, "Then who lit this incense? Does Miss Xie find it strange?"

[Host! He is testing you again!]

"It's a trick." Xie Tingyu stood next to Cheng Yan and answered expressionlessly. Cheng Yan looked at her in surprise and couldn't help asking, "How did you know..."

Before Cheng Yan finished his words, the flames of the incense candles in the hall twisted and jumped inexplicably.

The light in the hall dimmed in an instant.

It was quickly covered by a strange aura.

The statue of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva still sits in the center of the hall, with a calm and solemn expression.

The air around me became unusually heavy, and the evil thoughts seemed to solidify into something solid. Along with a gust of cold wind, waves of chill rose from the soles of my feet and rushed straight into my heart.

The candles in front of the Buddha statue, which were already swaying and about to fall, suddenly went out, the door of the hall closed tightly, and all the lights seemed to be drowned in darkness at this moment, and the whole hall fell into darkness and silence.

Miserable cries were heard from all directions, and many strange shadows appeared around the Buddha statue.

Cheng Yan's spiritual power burst out from her body. She grabbed a spear in her hand and protected Xie Tingyu with her other hand.

"It's daytime, how can there be such a strong resentment?

Xie Tingyu subconsciously moved closer to Cheng Yan and trembled a few times on purpose.

Cheng Yan thought she was scared, so he put his hand on Xie Tingyu's shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Xie Tingyu turned her head to look at Cheng Yan's profile. Her red dress was fluttering, giving her a unique charm.

It also feels safe.

Cheng Yan's face flushed slightly.

Xie Tingyu's eyes were able to see without any obstruction in the darkness, and she sensed a huge resentment emanating from the statue of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. As she watched, it gradually turned black and purple, with three heads and six arms, and golden characters slowly flowing on its body.

His gentle steps erased the shadows around him, and a red and blue Yin-Yang fish appeared under his feet.

Wen Zhi and the sword in his left hand flashed, emitting a dazzling white light.

"How dare a mere ghost cause trouble here?" Wen Zhiyu's voice was cold, and his sword energy swept across, colliding with the six huge arms.

Cheng Yan was trying his best to strangle the ghosts that kept appearing around him.

But she couldn't kill them all, instead there were more and more of them. She held the spear in one hand, which greatly reduced her fighting power. She also had to pay attention to protecting Xie Tingyu in her arms.

I was unable to move for a while and was injured.

A magic circle was set up here, and although Wen Zhi was much stronger than the vengeful ghost, he was unable to escape for the time being.

The atmosphere became stagnant.

Only Xie Tingyu was extremely leisurely.

Seeing that Cheng Yan was struggling, she raised her eyes and said seriously, "Hit me."

Cheng Yan took some time to answer her: "Why should I hit you? It's not you who summoned the ghost!"

Xie Tingyu: Maybe I really was the one who brought these little ghosts here.

The ghostly aura she faintly exuded was very attractive to these little ghosts. She had encountered a lot of covetousness in Jiuyuan in the past, so she was naturally familiar with this feeling.

Xie Tingyu could feel that the Buddha statue had an aura that was always locked onto her, carrying a murderous intent.

In an instant, Xie Tingyu had an idea, but Xie Tingyu had not yet started to implement it.

I saw a sword light cutting down from the head, and when it reached Xie Tingyu's head, it reduced its force and smashed down fiercely.

Cheng Yan was caught off guard and fell headfirst.

It was clearly aimed at Xie Tingyu, but Xie Tingyu's hair was just a little messy and she was not hurt at all.

Without Cheng Yan's obstruction, the little ghosts rushed towards Xie Ting Yuchong, roaring wildly.

After being hit by Wen Zhiyu's sword energy, the meridians in his body that had been stagnant all night seemed to be opened up, and warm power flowed through his body.

She was not wrong in her guess. When her mortal body was completely broken, that was when her power as a ghost king would be restored.

Now I have recovered a bit of my ghost power.

She released her breath, and the little ghosts stopped moving instantly.

The ghostly aura was constantly trembling and surging, like a human manifestation of fear.

Even the three-headed ghost's movements slowed down a bit.

Wen Zhiyu had just knocked Cheng Yan unconscious. Seeing that Xie Tingyu was not hurt at all, he understood and laughed out loud, "Who the hell are you?"

[Host! He is scolding you!]

"You are nothing?" Xie Tingyu stood there and responded with a mocking voice.

Look at Wen Zhiyu swinging his arms and performing sword techniques, sharp sword lights piercing through the heads of the three-headed ghosts.

"You are not a human?" Wen Zhi and sarcasm.

Xie Tingyu was not angry or embarrassed. She really was not alone now.

At most half a person.

Instead, he lightly tapped his fingers, and the pure ghost energy instantly wiped out the little ghosts. He took a step forward, gradually approaching Wen Zhiyu. This hall was not very spacious. After just a few steps, Xie Tingyu had already walked behind Wen Zhiyu.

Smiling, "Do you need my help?" She paused for a moment, as if pondering, "This is not an ordinary vengeful ghost. It looks like it ran out of the ghost house. I'm afraid it would be difficult to explain to it if I kill it."

The golden characters on the three-headed ghost flow as if forming a chain that binds it, symbolizing taboo.

Wen Zhiyu regained his gentle expression, "Okay, I'm afraid I can't defeat it, I still have to rely on Miss Xie."

"Then please delay for a while longer, Immortal."

Xie Tingyu didn't want to help him at first, but judging from the realm, this vengeful ghost seemed to be something that ran out from the depths of the Nine Abyss. At least she had never seen it outside the Nine Abyss at that time.

She is a ghost king after all, she has to get this thing back no matter what.

Maybe the ghost master will see that she has made great contributions and give her some rewards, such as a short vacation or something.

Thinking of this, Xie Tingyu bit her finger and blood dripped. She only had a little ghost power in her body now and could not draw talismans out of thin air.

A red line mixed with this golden light appeared on the ground.

As Xie Tingyu moved, a complex and bizarre bloody pattern was formed.

Wen Zhi and Ben were both looking lazy. Seeing this, they narrowed their eyes slightly, with a flash of surprise in their eyes.

He had never seen such an array spell before.

Who is she and why do I feel like I've seen her somewhere before?

Moreover, she did not avoid him after exposing this method? Why?

Wen Zhi fought easily with the sword-wielding ghost. The three-headed ghost roared, and a strong ghost energy rushed towards his face. Wen Zhi frowned, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes. The red and blue Yin-Yang fish under his feet glowed. He glanced at Xie Tingyu's figure in the remaining light, with sarcasm in his eyes, and restrained himself.

The force was slightly restrained.

Only two arms were cut off.

The arm rolled down, and the smelly mucus splashed onto Xie Tingyu's sleeves, adding a bit of dirt to the white clothes that were already stained with blood.

Xie Tingyu suppressed his anger, calmed down, finished the last stroke and stood up.

She pinched her fingers to stop the bleeding, her eyes and eyebrows turned cold, "Can't you move away?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Xie, but I am weak and can only barely hold off the three vengeful ghosts. I can't completely control the convergence of the sword energy. I hope Miss Xie will forgive me."

[I am weak and cannot resist, but I did it on purpose]

The system performed its duties conscientiously. Whenever it thought Xie Tingyu could not understand something, it would suddenly pop up and then perform a same-speaking translation in Xie Tingyu's mind.

Xie Tingyu was annoyed when she heard the system's voice, and now she was even more annoyed when she heard Wen Zhiyu's.

When you cut it open, it's all black inside. From now on, I'll call you sesame glutinous rice balls!

Xie Tingyu rolled his eyes and moved his fingers. His fair fingers were nimble and made some strange gestures, with a scarlet glow on his fingertips.

The pattern on the ground was activated instantly.

The three resentful ghosts sensed the threat and charged forward under the sword light of Wen Zhiyu.

Still being kept in place by warmth and control.

The magic circle runes emitted a faint light, and a biting chill rose into the sky, carrying with it the chilling breath of hell.

Even Cheng Yan, who was knocked unconscious, shivered with cold.

"The sky and earth are dark yellow, the sun and the moon rotate, life and death are determined by fate. If you are good in life, you will enter the gate of life. If you have evil thoughts, you will be attracted by the gate of death, and your souls will be scattered in the nine abyss. -- Opening."

A huge bone spur chain emerged from the magic circle, and the three ghosts were instantly restrained. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not break free, and instead became even tighter.

The shadow of the three-headed ghost gradually became illusory.

Wen Zhiyu held the sword and tapped the hilt with his fingers.

careless.

He was watching silently, but suddenly, the hairs on his back stood up. He saw that the magic circle runes on the ground had not completely dissipated. Wen Zhihe subconsciously wanted to step back to avoid it, but his fingers were subjected to a huge force.

A red line appeared out of nowhere, wrapped around his left index finger, and climbed up to his wrist. The other end was Xie Tingyu's wrist. There was a dot of red cinnabar between her eyebrows, and her eyes were a bewitching purple-gold color.

"What did you do?" Wen Zhiyu's voice was filled with anger, breaking his gentle mask. He walked forward and grabbed Xie Tingyu's neck.

[I want to kill you]

The system sighed.

The fragile and slender neck was under Wen Zhiyu's hands. The warm touch came from the palms of his hands, the pulse was beating, and his eyes moved to Xie Tingyu's face.

Her face was pale, her upturned peach blossom eyes contained no emotion, and her long, thick eyelashes fluttered.

The dot of cinnabar between the eyebrows is inexplicably dazzling.

As Wen Zhi and his men were exerting their strength, his pupils suddenly shrank and he suddenly became unable to breathe.

The red thread that entangled the two people disappeared.

"Hahahahahaha" Xie Tingyu laughed out loud when he saw this, his voice was hoarse and his tone was cold.

Wen Zhi and his men relaxed a little. Xie Tingyu covered his neck with both hands and gasped for breath. He coughed violently twice and laughed again, "I'm sorry, I don't want to use the same heart spell on you, but my secret cannot be exposed to outsiders."

"Heart-to-heart spell?" Wen Zhiyu's voice had calmed down, but the pain in his neck had not completely dissipated. He looked coldly at Xie Tingyu's pale face.

"Yes, the kind of spell that will keep you alive even if I die."

Under Wen Zhiyu's cold gaze, Xie Tingyu raised his hand, smiled and slapped himself hard. With a "slap" sound, Wen Zhiyu tilted his head, and the right side of his cheek quickly became red and swollen visibly.

Xie Tingyu's pain sensitivity is not very high, so she finds this quite interesting.

Wen Zhiyu was always calm, but he broke his temper today and revealed his true face to outsiders. He sneered, his eyes filled with madness, and his slender fingers were raised.

He was about to do it to the other side of his face.

Suddenly I heard a familiar voice explode in my mind.

"Am I sick? I slapped myself just to beat up Wen Zhi and that lunatic!"

"Why, you're going to fight too? You can't pretend anymore because I slapped you and you're so angry?"

That delicate voice was quite inconsistent with the expressionless and cold woman in front of him. For a moment, Wen Zhiyu had difficulty connecting this voice with Xie Tingyu.

Wen Zhiyu's hand stopped in mid-air, his eyes fell on Xie Tingyu's face, and he saw that her lips never opened or closed.

Wen Zhiyu suddenly felt that the current situation was somewhat absurd.

He heard her voice!