Mysterious Resurrection: From Stream Spirit to Conceptual Water God

Chapter 10 Ten Thousand Souls Water Corpse

Time passed quietly.

The news that the river in the old town had become clear did initially cause a sensation throughout the entire old town, and it was even uploaded to the internet, attracting a lot of discussion.

But ordinary people still have ordinary lives.

After seeing it, being amazed, taking photos and posting them on social media, people go back to work, pick up their children, the river continues to flow, and life goes on as usual.

However, reverence still remains.

The river god temple, spearheaded by Old Liu, has already been erected, with red pillars transported over, standing out prominently in the gray old town.

Many people stop by the river, put their hands together, and silently recite a few words when they pass by.

Some people laugh at them for being superstitious.

They didn't argue, they just smiled and continued on their own way.

Inside the minivan.

Zhou Gang sat in the passenger seat, and Xu Meng drove. The two of them had already driven a full circle around the tributaries of the old city.

Wherever he went, Zhou Gang would get out of the car, squat by the river, and scoop up water with his hands.

The first time, he only touched it with his fingertips.

The second time, he splashed water on the back of his hand and sniffed it.

The third time, he picked it up and took a sip.

Xu Meng watched from behind without saying a word.

"It's drinkable." Zhou Gang sat back in the car, his expression complex. "It's not just that there's no yin energy or evil spirit—this water is truly clean. Cleaner than water from an air purifier."

He paused, then added, "From now on, the entire old town, with its thousands of residents, will not need any water purification equipment; they can simply turn on their own taps."

Both of them knew the weight of those words.

Xu Meng hesitated for a moment, then spoke up: "Director, you...are you starting to believe it too?"

From initial disdain to current silence, Xu Meng observed Zhou Gang's entire demeanor.

"I didn't." Zhou Gang stared at the main river outside the window, his voice firm. "I won't believe in any river god unless I see it with my own eyes."

He paused for a moment.

"But I believe something has awakened in this river."

The car window was half open, and the river breeze blew in, carrying a clean, moist scent.

Compared to the main channel, this tributary is significantly darker in color, with a faint grayish-green hue on the surface, creating a stark contrast with the tributaries that are now completely clear.

"Director," Xu Meng suddenly spoke, her voice low, "The Empress said there's still malevolent energy in this river. The myriad-soul water corpses... haven't been eliminated."

Zhou Gang nodded slightly.

he knows.

He not only knew, he also "saw" it with his own eyes.

Ten minutes ago, he used the golden light of Buddhism. It was a wisp of spiritual light that his master planted in his sea of ​​consciousness when he converted to Buddhism ten years ago. Over the past ten years, as his cultivation has deepened, this wisp of golden light has become more and more solid.

Where the golden light passes, nothing can hide.

He saw it beneath the surface of the main river channel.

The thick, black aura, like decaying matter at the bottom of ancient silt, piled up layer upon layer on the water's surface. Occasionally, a bubble would rise to the surface, and as it burst, blurry human faces would flash by within the aura.

Those are vengeful spirits.

Tens of thousands.

Zhou Gang withdrew his gaze, clasped his hands together, and silently recited a Buddhist chant.

Ten Thousand Souls Water Corpse

Level A: Mysterious

The archives of the Cangjiang City Bureau of Abnormalities contain over thirty pages of records about it, every page of which is filled with blood.

It was formed by the fusion of the resentment and lingering souls of tens of thousands of drowned people, and also by absorbing the corpses that had died in this river over the past hundred years, and finally took shape.

It cannot be moved.

This is its biggest weakness, which was suppressed by the former director.

Ten years ago, the former director used three Soul-Suppressing Nails to firmly pin the myriad souls of the water corpses to the bottom of this main river, and then sealed them with a Buddhist array. Every Double Ninth Festival, the bureau would send people to reinforce the seal.

It was precisely because of its existence that this main river channel was completely abandoned, the police station set up a cordon, and the surrounding residents were gradually relocated.

But it didn't work.

Even when suppressed, the Class A supernatural entity can still emit a dissipated malevolent aura, affecting the minds of passersby and giving them the illusion of "walking past, walking past," ultimately causing them to slip and fall into the water.

Three years, seventeen lives lost.

This is the origin of the name "Ghost Land" for the tributaries of the old town.

"Director?" Xu Meng called out tentatively when she saw that he hadn't spoken for a while.

Zhou Gang suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of golden light disappeared deep in his pupils.

Just now, as he was using the golden light of Buddhism to probe the bottom of the river, a thought popped into his mind.

If that water spirit really exists, and it has no ill intentions towards humans...

Can I handle it?

The Ghost Master controls the supernatural, but does Shui Ling... count as a supernatural being?

If so, can the techniques of the Demon Tamer be used on the Water Spirit?

If he can handle this water spirit!

Then he wasn't just controlling a monster, but controlling the entire river.

The entire waterway of Canghe City is in his hands.

The moment this thought popped into Zhou Gang's head, his blood almost boiled.

then!

A bone-chilling cold exploded from the depths of his consciousness, and the golden light of Buddhism activated on its own, like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, washing away that thought completely.

"Amitabha."

Zhou Gang broke out in a cold sweat and, without hesitation, pushed open the skylight, letting the cold evening wind rush in and dispel the greed that had almost spiraled out of control in that instant.

No.

Once this thought takes hold for the first time, it will likely recur.

Buddhism cultivates a pure mind. Once greed arises, the foundation of one's spiritual path is shaken. At best, one's cultivation will be completely ruined; at worst, one will be devoured by one's own Buddhist light and reduced to ashes.

"Chief, are you alright?" Xu Meng asked, noticing the sweat on his forehead in the rearview mirror.

"It's alright." Zhou Gang closed his eyes, his voice returning to calm. "Wait until it gets dark."

"Wait until it gets dark?"

"Hmm." Zhou Gang raised his hand, and a black iron magic weapon the size of a bowl slowly appeared in his palm!

It was a powerful artifact forged from a fragment of an ancient sea-suppressing antique, called "Zhenhe Iron".

Weighing 320 pounds, an object that an ordinary person couldn't even lift with two fingers, this black iron was as light as a piece of paper under Zhou Gang's Buddhist divine power.

"The Myriad Souls Water Corpse is sealed by the Soul-Suppressing Nails. Its power is weakest during the day and it gradually recovers at night," Zhou Gang said calmly. "But precisely because of this, nighttime is the best time to investigate. If it makes any unusual movements, I will be able to detect them immediately."

He paused, looking out the window at the gradually darkening sky.

"Besides, there are fewer people at night, so if something happens, innocent people won't be implicated."

Xu Meng paused for a moment, then nodded.

"What if that water spirit also appears at night?"

Zhou Gang did not answer.

He simply gripped the River-Suppressing Iron in his palm, feeling the heavy, righteous power within him.

"Let's see if it's friend or foe."