Chapter 325: Ten Thousand Buddhas Pay Homage to the Buddha But the Bodhisattva Version
Chapter 325: Ten Thousand Buddhas Pay Homage to the Buddha... But the Bodhisattva Version
In a dim room in an apartment, a sudden flash of white light filled the entire room.
The figure took a big leap and landed on the soles of his feet.
Tan Wenjie turned his head left and right to look at the surrounding environment. It was a bedroom with gray as the main color, and there was no mahogany furniture that his father in the Republic of China loved so much. Bad review!
He had successfully escaped from that strange area.
There was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside.
"who is it!"
A woman's somewhat flustered voice came.
Tan Wenjie raised his hand and opened the door.
A short-sighted woman wearing glasses and holding a thick magazine looked at him fiercely.
"Awen?" Tan Wenjie asked.
The other person shook his head.
"Xu Xun?" he asked again.
The other person's pupils contracted violently.
"Who are you? How do you know this name?"
"Tan Wenjie." He answered and confirmed the other party's identity.
"It's you!" She stammered, staring at Tan Wenjie with fear and anger, but her eyes had no lethality at all.
……
The female writer Dingyan's life has not been ideal recently.
She has already started writing a new novel, and in order to create a sense of immersion, she wrote herself into the book as the heroine.
A woman whose pen name is "Xu Xun" and whose real name is "Ding Yan".
The story was fine at the beginning. The new work "Ghost Realm" by the female writer "Ding Yan" was accidentally revealed by her agent and received great attention. At the same time, her ex-boyfriend seemed to want to come back and get back together.
Under various pressures, "Ding Yan" had to rush to write the book, delete and revise it, and was horrified to find that the story he wrote would actually happen to him.
The long hair on the sink, the crying voice on the phone, the ghosts of a grandparent and grandchild riding in the elevator, etc.
Ding Yan began to encounter the horror stories he wrote.
In Dingyan's outline plan, everything that happened in the apartment was just the appetizer. What really awaited Dingyan was a strange journey to a forgotten land, where she would meet her aborted daughter, her forgotten grandfather, etc., and would encounter many hardships during this period.
It's like Alice in Wonderland, the story hasn't been completed yet, but she's already very sure how to write it.
In a nutshell, the novel "Ghost Land" written by the female writer "Ding Yan" has come true.
However, in this case, something unexpected happened.
I just dozed off, and a line of text appeared on the computer for no reason. A man named "Tan Wenjie" suddenly became the main perspective of the story. He entered an office building and caught ghosts in a very outrageous way.
The stories she wrote would never involve "hunting ghosts". Firstly, she knew nothing about it, and secondly, the horror atmosphere she wanted to create could not be related to magic.
Ding Yan found that she was just like the "Ding Yan" in the book and also encountered strange events. The difference was that she could not control the content written in the document.
The ghost-hunting journey unfolds from the perspective of "Tan Wenjie", and is extended to include a haunted abandoned park, a master who catches ghosts with a camera, ten methods of seeing ghosts, and so on.
Her first thought was to delete the stories related to "Tan Wenjie", but she found that the computer's delete key did not work when it came to "Tan Wenjie", as if something was always protecting him.
So she racked her brains to start from other aspects and rewrite the stories of the characters related to Tan Wenjie, trial and error bit by bit. At the same time, the "Tan Wenjie" in the book always has his own ideas and acts very quickly.
When he met "Ding Yan" in the coffee shop, Ding Yan realized that if he didn't speed up, the story would be completely messed up.
So she selected Tan Wenjie and pressed the delete key.
The story of "Ding Yan" was still going on. Just when she breathed a sigh of relief and was about to let the "Ding Yan" in the book enter the land of oblivion, a strong light suddenly came out from her bedroom.
The next moment, a man walked out of his bedroom and introduced himself as "Tan Wenjie".
The character in the book really ran away from the book, and he was not even a character written by himself.
……
"You know me." Tan Wenjie pulled out a chair and sat in front of the computer. "Then you must know that I also beat women."
Not only did he beat women, but when Ding Yan watched Tan Wenjie's weird development as a bystander, she was stunned by his unreasonable slaps. She didn't care about the development of the story at all and believed that the bigger the fist, the more right it was. Especially the "battle of magic" with the Thai sorcerer made her full of complaints.
Even though he doesn't like the "magic" plot, Ding Yan thinks that the story should develop into Tan Wenjie and the Thai sorcerer setting up the altar, chanting spells and stomping the ground to fight, instead of Tan Wenjie pulling out a gun.
Tan Wenjie recited: "A flash of white light passed by, Ding Yan looked up at the sky, as if it was cut by a giant knife. The clear sky behind him was being eroded by the black clouds in front of him. The figures of countless dead people lurked in the black clouds, trying to devour everything in front of him in a desperate manner."
"I didn't write this." Ding Yan shook his head, "The story is no longer under my control."
She bravely walked up to Tan Wenjie. At least from the perspective of the plot development in the book, he had a low tolerance for ghosts but a very high tolerance for people and would hardly hurt anyone.
"I have a guess." Tan Wenjie said, "You said I can walk out of the world in the book, can other things also be walked out?"
"Ah?" Ding Yan was stunned.
"The dead are overwhelming," Tan Wenjie gestured, "countless, swallowing up everything."
Listening to his simple description of the scene, Ding Yan shuddered.
"what should we do?"
"Finish the story quickly." Tan Wenjie reached out and poked the keyboard. When he found that the words he typed would soon be swallowed up by the content that appeared later, he quickly stood up and made room.
"Okay!" Ding Yan sat down, but got stuck at the critical moment.
The text on the computer screen is still jumping.
Most of the world in the book has been swallowed up, the ghost realm is eroding the world, and the white light is flashing again.
Tan Wenjie turned his head and looked out the window. Sure enough, a strong white light appeared in the night sky outside. Ding Yan also noticed the strange situation outside. She quickly wrote a line of words, but it was immediately swallowed up.
"Write about Tan Wenjie becoming an immortal and being invincible in the world." Tan Wenjie urged.
Since I have encountered a monster with a similar setting to Leon, it would be okay to make myself an immortal in one step. Ding Yan: “…”
"Or write that I smile with a crooked mouth, and then all the demons and monsters kneel down and respect me as the ruler of the world."
Don't suffer, it's all fun stories.
Even if he could only smile with a crooked mouth in the future, in order to save the world, Tan Wenjie had no choice but to sacrifice himself.
Final words: "..."
"It's impossible. The story logic doesn't flow smoothly. These things didn't exist in my story before, and they will be eliminated if I write them down."
Do you guys who set up weirdos all have obsessive compulsive disorder? The real world doesn't follow logic, so how can there be any logic in novels?
The sky in the distance was wrapped in ghost clouds, as if in the "ghost realm", with countless dead people falling down like dumplings.
"I've figured it out." Ding Yan suddenly said, "I've figured out how to finish this book, but it will take some time."
"I'll give you half an hour." Tan Wenjie glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
These novel writers are usually very lazy and only speed up and type frantically right before submitting their manuscripts.
"By the way, remember to make dumplings." Tan Wenjie opened the window and turned his head to say, "I promised them, so I have to do it. Remember to use your laptop and disconnect the power supply."
He jumped out of the window.
The sea of ghosts is churning ahead.
The world has become a completely different scene. The crowds that had just begun their nightlife were screaming and running wildly like in a doomsday disaster movie, and the surging sea of ghosts swallowed the crowds.
A man and woman who were smoking on the street saw this and turned around and ran away, but the woman lost her balance and fell to the ground.
A sea of ghosts surged forward, and in the front was a group of hanged ghosts, with their necks stretched out like snakes.
The long, flexible tongue licked the woman's cheek.
"what!"
boom--
Something fell from the sky, blocking the woman who fell to the ground and the sea of ghosts.
Thunder surged, and lightning like an iron rake shattered the asphalt road, and the split and twisting electric arcs plunged into the underground cables.
In an instant, all the buildings along the long street, which was once brightly lit, went out and fell into darkness.
The woman who fell to the ground looked at the figure standing in front of her in horror.
There were crackling sounds and she subconsciously covered her ears, but her head was still shaking, unable to withstand the impact of the sound waves, and was slammed to the ground.
Electrical appliances in buildings were short-circuited, lights were flickering, and electrical appliances were overloaded and exploded.
Especially in the front, the figure with lightning wrapped around his fists took a step forward, causing cracks in the ground. The cables buried underground seemed to break through the asphalt road like a ground dragon, and then crawled out.
The ghost sea met the electric current and turned into mist in an instant.
The cable twisted its body restlessly and swept across, immediately clearing a space in the sea of ghosts in front.
But compared with the vast sea of ghosts, Tan Wenjie's power is nothing but a drop in the bucket.
"Do you have any cigarettes left?" He turned and looked at the woman who was sitting on the ground in a daze.
"Yes, yes, yes."
With trembling hands painted with red nails, she lifted a box of ladies' cigarettes, a little far away, but she couldn't move, her legs were weak.
Tan Wenjie suddenly clenched the five fingers of his right hand, twisted his waist, swung his arm and threw out a thunder ball. The thunder ball fell to the ground, broke through the ground, and thunder seedlings grew.
Lei Miao happened to be in the sea of ghosts, and the collision with them produced sparks and arcs.
He quickly grabbed the cigarette box, took out three cigarettes and held them between his fingertips, holding the cigarettes with both hands and lighting them.
"Hmm?" Tan Wenjie suddenly looked up.
"I haven't called yet, why did you come here first?"
A powerful magical power suddenly surged, and Tan Wenjie suddenly felt his body expanding as if it were inflated.
It turned out that the mana I borrowed previously was delayed in arriving.
The Bodhisattva borrowed the Dharma and his entire body swelled up like a balloon. It became difficult for him to bend his arms and legs, and his stomach swelled rapidly, almost bursting.
Life: 160/160
Mana: 100000193/193
Physical strength: 100000321/321
Tan Wenjie stretched out his right hand and pushed it forward. Now he only wanted to release all the borrowed magic power.
Tathagata's Palm, Ten Thousand Buddhas Pay Homage to the Buddha...but it's the Bodhisattva version.
The sound of a huge bell rang above his head, and a Buddha's palm as tall as a building appeared behind him.
With a clap of his hands, the sound of Buddha's voice vibrated.
Countless dead bodies on the entire street ahead were touched by the whizzing Buddha's palm and disappeared instantly, turning into streams of light.
With the accumulation of magic power for free, the magic of movement turned into a real gust of wind, and the figure jumped on the roof of the building.
He clapped his hands quickly, and the blooming golden Buddha palms drove away the sea of ghosts, slowly pushing them into a ball.
The ghost sea ball was suspended in the air, and ghost faces kept emerging from it, but they were afraid of the Buddha's palm, and the two sides were in a stalemate.
Suddenly, Tan Wenjie had an idea.
He looked down and saw a crack in the ground. There was only one person who could easily affect the world, Ding Yan.
He turned his head to look in the direction of Ding Yan. With the blessing of magic power, his eyes seemed to have the ability to see thousands of miles away. Ding Yan was standing in front of the window, looking in his direction nervously.
Looking at the half of the city in the distance that was completely plunged into darkness, the huge sea of ghosts floating above the city, and the golden hand grabbing the sea of ghosts.
On the computer, the ending of the novel has been typed out and the crack in the sky has been smoothed out.
"The End"
(End of this chapter)