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Black Temple, I entered the Black Temple, and this was my first thought, oh my, I only have a little over a hundred bucks in my pocket now, and I still need to use this money for transportation. No, I can't let this unscrupulous monk swindle me.
Clutching tightly to the little over a hundred bucks in my pocket, I pretended to look pitiful, and with a thud, I knelt down, and begged in a low voice, "Brother monk, I really have no money, please spare me. My heart has been severely injured and I have no money for treatment, don't believe me? Look!" I deliberately pointed to the bloodstains from the blood sea on my clothes.
These bloodstains were discovered when I checked how much money I had in my pocket. At that time, I also understood why those people were looking at me with such vigilance. Just imagine, a person covered in blood talking to you - wouldn't that be frightening!
Glancing at the bloodstains on my clothes, the monk remained unmoved, still staring at me with a fierce and menacing look. It was as if he was implying that if I didn't hand over the ticket money, he wouldn't let me go.
Upon seeing this, I suddenly became heated and switched into a shrewish mode. I stood up abruptly and scolded him aggressively, "You stinky monk, let me tell you, I've had enough of this life. Take this lousy weather, for example. We used to have no smog here, but now, one-third of the days in a month are smoggy. How can I live well like this? I can't even breathe properly every day. It's better to just die. Now I'm telling you, if you want money, there's none; if you want my life, take it. You stinky monk, come out and kill me if you dare."
The Great Master didn't expect me to become so fierce in an instant. After a moment of contemplation, he seemed to be in a gloomy mood and said, "Forget it, forget it. It's really unlucky to encounter such a person. You dare to leave now."
I was delighted to find that cursing like a fishwife was so effective. Then I thought, maybe it's my fearlessness that's really working. Who cares? The best outcome is being able to leave the temple without paying any money. So I stood up and headed for the back door, assuming that I had to leave that way since I hadn't seen anyone leave through the front. But as I tried to go to the back door, the monk stopped me again.
Great Master's tone was very unfriendly as he coldly snorted, "Hey, hey, hey, that woman, come back, come back, where do you think you're going? Is that the way you came in? You didn't pay the entrance fee and you still want to leave? Dream on."
Looking at Great Master's cold and stern expression, it didn't seem fake, which surprised me. So, you have to pay an entrance fee to walk this path? Wait a minute, I just saw those people with incense and paper money walking in. Why didn't the monk take their money? Could it be that the monk thinks it's easy to bully a single woman like me? No way, absolutely not. I'll call the mayor's hotline and report you.
Just thought this temple was the Black Temple, threatening to kill and set fires if you don't pay. But when I made a scene, they let me through. It seems this temple just likes to scare people and won't actually harm anyone. So I started to feel more courageous. Angrily, I pointed at another person passing by without a ticket and asked, "How come he can pass without paying? I saw many others do the same. Why don't you stop them and instead stop us, devout disciples of Buddha? Are you bullying me as a weak woman?"
"You don't understand. They were all invited and are on the list. You're the only one who isn't, so of course we have to charge you for the ticket," the monk explained with a cold snort.
"What, what does it mean?" I asked, feeling a bit scared, as if this was not a good place, especially the place behind the door, which was not a place for ordinary people to go.
"What does it mean, the literal meaning, tell me, which Warlock sect are you from? Hasn't your master told you about the rules here, or is your master so stingy that he won't even give you fifty bucks? As far as I know, you Warlock sect people are all very rich, especially with that collar around your neck, that's a priceless treasure, usually only those ancient top sects have it." The Great Master looked at me with a clear expression of disbelief.
"Magic, sorcerer, I, I am not a sorcerer, I am just an ordinary person who accidentally ended up here," I said, trembling with fear, carefully looking at the people passing by in front of me, trying to see if they were souls, but after looking for a long time, I didn't find anything unusual about these people.
"Not a sorcerer, yet able to come to my Ghost gate in soul form? Forget it, don't lie to me. You just want to go to the black market in the underworld to broaden your horizons, right? We sorcerers have already given you face. It's only fifty yuan for a ticket, what more do you want! Don't look at those people not spending money, once they go in, they can't come out. But you are different, you are just here for a tour. Little girl, tell me, where can you travel for less than fifty yuan? It's really not much for me. My temple is located at the boundary between the living and the dead. Even the part in the living world needs maintenance fees. Do you understand now? So, if you still want to enter, please pay fifty yuan," the monk said impatiently, giving me a disdainful look.
"But, I still see those people are just like me, I don't see anything wrong. Although I'm not a sorcerer, I have the ability to see ghosts and can tell the difference between ghosts and humans. Don't bully me just because I'm not well-read and try to deceive me!" I asked again, feeling very aggrieved.
"Sigh! How can I explain it to you? For the sake of fifty dollars, I'm really trying my best. Let me tell you, since you can come to the Ghost Gate, you definitely can't be in your true form, just like how you came here as a soul. So, of course, you can't see that these people are souls. If you could see the difference between them, then it would mean there's something wrong with your eyes," the monk said disdainfully.
"But I still think something's not right. None of those people have any wounds or deformities. I don't believe it's just a coincidence that I encountered ghosts today who all look normal, just like regular people before they died. The ghosts I've seen before all looked like they did before they died." I stared at the wandering ghosts, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Who told you they're already dead? What I meant to say is, they only died after entering here. So, do you understand now? Those who don't pay to enter can't go back. If you don't want to pay and enter, then you don't need to come back. I won't register you here." The monk sounded a bit angry, his voice becoming increasingly impatient.
Ugh! After digesting for a while, I suddenly understood in a haphazard way; roughly; roughly. So, it turns out that blood sea brought me here to let me take a stroll in the underworld and broaden my horizons. Ah, small blood, why didn't you say so? You made me worry for nothing, almost getting into a fight with the big brother who watches Ghost gate.
But speaking of which, why is the ghost attendant at Ghost gate a monk? Once again, I have a question mark in my mind.
"Do not call His Excellency Xiaoxue, that is a girl's name, please call His Excellency Soul Lock regicide! Suddenly, my sea of knowledge exploded like a bomb, and a huge roar erupted from the depths of my mind, almost knocking me over.
Um, although the voice was loud and deafening, why does it sound like a child's voice? Could this be the spiritual knowledge of the blood sea, just formed, so it sounds like a child's voice and behaves like one too, doing whatever it wants without consulting me, the host? I need to be prepared, after all, children need to be disciplined."
Thinking of this, I deliberately put on a stern face and said, "small blood, my blood is blood, not snowflakes. I think the word 'blood' is quite domineering. Besides, as your host, I have the right to guide your growth, so you must be called small blood. As for that soul-locking regicide and whatnot, you can use them to scare people when you go out to fight for me in the future."
"Hmph, weak human beings, I can't be bothered with you. If it weren't for the fact that you offered up half of your spirit blood to His Excellency, His Excellency wouldn't have saved you!" I didn't expect that as soon as I finished speaking, this arrogant little guy would actually get angry.
From the implication in his words, it means that I actually used more than half of my blood to get him to act. It's not that he acted because he saw that I, as the host, was dying. This way, it's not worth it at all. If I use him again next time, I will have to give more blood. How can my body supply him with so much blood? Oh my god! This price is too high. It seems that in the future, I can't use this blood sea until my life is in danger.
Forget it, now is not the time to consider these things. It just so happens that this blood sea can communicate with me now. I will ask him how to return to the real world. After all, this place was arranged by him for me. So I quickly changed my tone and asked politely, "Okay, okay, I'll call you Lord Shiva. Lord Shiva, please tell me, how can I return to the real world? This place is really damn eerie, and I don't want to stay here for a moment."
"Hmph! His Excellency is angry, I'm not telling you," this proud little guy said, and immediately fell silent, no matter how much I begged.
Although I communicated with Blood Sea for a long time, in the eyes of outsiders, I just looked blankly at one place without making a sound. So after staring at the road in front of me for a long time without speaking, the monk became impatient and asked again, "Where are you from and where are you going? Or do you want to go to the underworld to broaden your horizons? The closest big underworld street to our Ghost Gate is where you can find many treasures to protect yourself and make a living, such as life insurance money. I believe you need it now."
"Do I need Chinese currency to shop there?" I asked weakly, because I only had a little over a hundred yuan in my pocket. Even if I went in now, I wouldn't have enough money to buy anything. Even if what he said about the life insurance money could really save me, I couldn't afford it!
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