Chapter 92: The power of parasitic evil spirits is actually closely related to people’s inner heart

Su Jing stood aside, feeling the strange atmosphere around him, and couldn't help but sigh: "This parasitic evil is really an elusive existence.

Its power always seems to be able to touch the most secret and desired corners of the human heart."

Yang Jian was confused. He looked at Su Jing and Li Fuyin in confusion and asked, "What do you mean? Why don't I understand?"

Su Jing turned slightly, his eyes fell on Yang Jian, and explained: "The power of parasitic evil spirits is actually closely related to people's inner heart.

It does not transform randomly, but manifests corresponding power according to the host's inner desire, obsession or deepest memory.

In other words, the parasitic evil spirit will take the form of what you desire most and what you hope to achieve most."

When Yang Jian heard this, his face suddenly turned pale and red, as if Su Jing's words had touched upon some secret deep in his heart.

He lowered his head, silently recalling something.

Huang Jiahao keenly noticed Yang Jian's abnormality, and curiously came forward and asked, "Yang Jian, what's wrong with you? Is there really a special story behind this third eye on your forehead?"

Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes a little vague, as if hesitating whether to tell the secret hidden deep in his heart.

“Actually, it all started from my youth on the Mountain of Beasts.

At that time, I was still a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with a pure mind, like a clear mountain spring, untainted by the dust of the world.

Every day I chase and play among the mountains with many friends of the same age, enjoying the unrestrained freedom and joy.

Until one day, a strange woman suddenly came to the village.

I heard the elders in the village talking about it. They said that this woman was once a member of our village, but later she married and moved to a big city, lived an enviable and affluent life, and then lost contact with us.

Time passed quickly, and when she returned, most people in the village could not recognize her.

What is even more eye-catching is that she is accompanied by a petite girl.

The girl was the child she gave birth to with her husband from the city. Her arrival was like a breath of fresh wind blowing into our secluded mountain village.

When I saw the girl for the first time, an inexplicable feeling surged in my heart.

It was a pure and strong liking, as if it was the fate of our past life or this life, which made me fall in love with her at first sight and kept me awake at night.

From then on, her shadow remained in my heart and could not be shaken off.

Later, I accidentally learned that the girl had a habit of taking a bath every night.

I was both surprised and impressed by her dedication to cleanliness.

So one night, full of curiosity and longing, I quietly came to the room where she was bathing.

The room was not spacious, there was only a narrow gap in the wall, through which I could get a glimpse of the scene inside the room.

Although my vision was limited, I could feel the tranquility and beauty of the girl as she bathed.

Her figure was looming in the misty water vapor, like a fairy descending to earth, fascinating.

Since then, I have come here almost every night and watched over her silently.

Whether it is the warm sunshine of spring, the heat of summer, the coolness of autumn or the cold of winter, the girl always sticks to her bathing habit.

And I always stayed outside the house, peeking into her world through that gap.

However, every time I could only see a vague figure and outline, and that gap was always the barrier between her and me. So, I began to imagine how nice it would be if I could have a vertical eye.

That way, I could see her face more clearly and gain a deeper understanding of her world.

Whenever night falls, I lie in bed and immerse myself in such fantasies.

I imagined that my eyes suddenly underwent a strange change and turned into a vertical eye that could penetrate all obstacles and see everything I wanted to see.

I never thought that such a fantasy would actually become a reality after the parasitic evil invaded this world."

Yang Jian stood in front of everyone, scratching his head awkwardly.

When recounting this experience, both the members of the Red Moon Organization and the companions from the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts had strange looks on their faces.

The people from the Red Moon Organization laughed out loud without disguising their laughter, while the members of the Myriad Beasts Mountain took his status as the leader into consideration and tried hard to hold back their laughter.

"Well, business is urgent and cannot be delayed."

Su Jing announced solemnly, his eyes fixed on the black spear that he had thrown out earlier.

At this moment, it was blocked by a stream of golden water, frozen in mid-air, unable to move forward.

Su Jing has keenly sensed that the great monk hidden in the main hall has unfathomable strength. He is afraid that except for himself, no one from the Red Moon Organization and the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain can be his match.

This eminent monk is undoubtedly the last trump card of Wanfo Temple. As long as he is defeated, Wanfo Temple will be completely under its control.

Since being promoted to the realm of Ghost King, Su Jing's understanding of power has reached a new level.

He recalled the confrontation with the head of the Li family, and the difficult talents that Li Fuyin's grandfather had displayed.

It seems to be similar to the talent field he obtained after being promoted to Ghost King.

And now, the monk hiding in the main hall is also displaying a kind of innate ability in a similar field.

Su Jing raised a faint smile, and had a plan in mind: "There are also differences in superiority and inferiority between domains."

The sound was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

As the words fell, Su Jing could clearly feel that the golden water seemed to tremble a few times, as if even the monk had not expected that Su Jing would have such a profound understanding of the power of domain.

At this moment, the black energy under Su Jing's feet began to surge slowly, spreading like black ink.

They quickly gathered into a powerful force and rushed directly towards the golden water flowing out of the main hall.

In the golden water flow, the Buddhist music and the sound of chanting scriptures are heard continuously.

As the scriptures were recited, the water flow became more turbulent and contained infinite power.

And within this force, human faces appeared and disappeared, their voices grew louder and louder, and every word of the sutra was recited with extra force, as if one was gritting one's teeth.

These sounds converged together to form a powerful sonic attack, making every deformed person present feel as if there were needles piercing and pulling out of their ears repeatedly, causing unbearable pain.

Many deformed beings began to retreat with pale faces; they were unable to resist this attack from the spiritual level.

At the same time, dark clouds in the sky gathered rapidly, forming a thick black curtain that completely blocked out the originally bright sunshine.

The entire Wanfo Temple is shrouded in a depressing atmosphere and is about to face an unprecedented storm.

(End of this chapter)