Chapter One: The Mysterious Ancient Scroll

Majingjie and his peers were originally just ordinary high school students. Their appearances hovered around the average line. Yet now, they have transformed into an astonishingly unconventional group.

After much contemplation, Fang Lin Kong could only recall that one instance of international verbal sparring, and could not think of any other entanglements with foreigners.

With a strange smile, Fang Lin Kong continued after everyone shook their heads: "This has a historical reference. It is said that when the Buddha preached, his words were often captivating and eloquent, bringing the dead to life and the living to death. On one occasion, however, the Tathagata did not preach; instead, he picked a fresh flower and smiled radiantly. All the disciples, the Buddha, the Bodhisattvas, and the Bhikshus were puzzled, except for Mahakasyapa, who smiled silently. He approached the Buddha, whispered a few words, and presented an object. At that moment, the Tathagata joyfully left his seat. On that day, he did not preach. The next day, Mahakasyapa was promoted to the head of the Sutra Repository, with an increase in salary and benefits. It is important to note that the journey to the West for scriptures was a national-level diplomatic visit. Delegations from dozens of countries often came to pay for visits. The position of head of the Sutra Repository was highly sought after, with countless Bodhisattvas and Arhats vying for it. This position not only allowed for connections with powerful figures from various countries but also had significant benefits for future political prospects. Moreover, it also brought numerous gifts from foreign friends. Among the most famous gifts was the purple gold alms bowl presented by the Tang Dynasty diplomatic envoy, Master Xuanzang."

Jie Jie! Jie Jie! This is actually the Undying! We are free... Although it is strange, the joy in this voice is clearly genuine. As for what it means, it is entirely beyond the understanding of four high school students.

The study committee member, Lu Mingxia, pouted slightly and said in a charming voice: "What experiences do you have? Hurry up and share them with everyone. Let's see how much skill you've learned at the Potala Palace."

Oh? Very spirited, I am the Electric Ghost, pleased to meet you. The malevolent spirit who calls itself the Electric Ghost approached Fang Linkong with a mysterious smile. The face that originally belonged to Ma Jingjie now appeared extremely dangerous. A right hand rested on Fang Linkong's chest, exuding an aura of malevolence

The azure current passed briefly over Fang Linkong without lingering. Ma Jingjie, who was relatively close to Fang Linkong, became the target of this strange current.

He was acutely aware that he was not dreaming, and as a result, he found it even harder to control his fear. Faced with such a bizarre transformation, Fang Linkong's body and mind were completely out of sync; his mind raced with chaotic thoughts, yet his body remained utterly immobile

Seeing the expression on Ma Jingjie's face, Fang Linkong immediately knew that it must be a certain girl coming to find him. As for who it was, he could not think of it. Just now, he had been completely focused on disparaging the Buddhist group and had not paid attention to who was at the door.

As a second-year high school student, Fang Lin is eager to enter university to pursue romantic interests, but he must patiently wait for a year and a half, which leaves him quite frustrated

Just now, the few guys who were timidly hiding behind the door to watch the show have all come out. They are the three boys who are closest to Fang Linkong: Ma Jingjie, Chen Mingbin, and Wen Yi. The three of them rudely tore off the outer packaging of the mail and, with their hands all over the place, opened it up. They discovered that inside, wrapped in layers, was only an old ancient book.

Although Fang Linkong felt that the foreigner’s artistic turn after a burst of electric sparks was quite impressive, the other party clearly did not share this view. Referring back to the previous statement, "I will seal your mouth and eyes..." it was evident that the other party had a profound understanding of the implied meaning of that video. Immediately after kicking Fang Linkong off MSN, they ceased all communication.

Chen Mingbin has become somewhat taller, and his body is evidently extremely agile. Originally a sports novice, he surprisingly performed a roll and a backward somersault, effortlessly bouncing onto the sofa, his movements agile enough to rival those of Michael Jordan

Wen Yi and the books looked at Fang Lin with a malicious gaze, hurriedly retracting their tender, lamb-like hands. Due to the sudden movement, they bumped against the corner of the table, causing blood to flow profusely. Wen Yi had always been clumsy in sports; in the chaos, their back foot stumbled, and they fell to the ground, knocking the books on the table to the floor as well.

Fang Lin felt a chill in his heart, but he reacted quickly, pulling Wen Yi into the kitchen. He grabbed the kitchen knife and intended to cut the mysterious book with an unknown origin.

The chubby Wen Yi was the first to rush over and give Fang Linkong a hug. He mockingly exclaimed, "Fang Linkong, you little rascal, you weren't eaten by wolves in Tibet, and you actually made it back! That's quite an achievement!"

After the mutation, Ma Jingjie effortlessly waved his hand, and the thin azure current in Fang Linkong's telephone line was severed without a trace. He smiled slightly at the bewildered Fang Linkong, appearing particularly strange and mysterious

Now even Ma Jingjie and Chen Mingbin were frightened. At such a critical moment, they all looked towards Fang Linkong. Among this group, he was the one most capable of making decisions.

Fang Lin Kong was not surprised to receive an email, but he was greatly astonished by the person who sent it

In the following days, Fang Lin Kong took great pride in sweeping across Europe and America, bringing honor and a sense of pride to the Chinese people

The entire book is thick, with yellowed pages that give it a very ancient appearance. The pages of the book seem to be made of a thin silk-like material, providing a very smooth feel when held. On the cover, two ancient inscriptions in seal script catch the eye, while Ma Jingjie, Chen Mingbin, and Wen Yi stare at each other in confusion, unable to recognize them. Ma Jingjie gently pinches the pages and discovers that they are all stuck together, making it impossible to open. Thus, he gives up the attempt to uncover the mysteries within and tosses the book to Fang Linkong. Ma Jingjie gently pinches the pages and discovers that they are all stuck together, making it impossible to open. Thus, he gives up the attempt to uncover the mysteries within and tosses the book to Fang Linkong

Today, Ding Qingya seems to have dressed up a little. She still wears her usual elegant attire, without any extravagant embellishments. Her light yellow dress falls just above the knee, revealing her snow-white calves. On her feet, she wears a pair of delicate sandals that showcase her toe nails, resembling pearls. Her long, jet-black hair is tied back into a ponytail, further accentuating her charmingly delicate face.

Fang Lin Kong immediately laughed heartily without any mercy, and even Ma Jingjie and Chen Mingbin, who were not involved, took pleasure in Wen Yi's clumsiness

He attends a high school with eight classes in the second year. The attractive girls have long been ranked by a group of lecherous boys, and Ding Qingya is one of them. Ding Qingya is the kind of girl who is usually very proud, and Fang Linkong has never had the opportunity to get close to her

Fang Lin Kong looked at his old friend with a rather lewd smile. He couldn't help but mutter a few words to himself as he walked towards the classroom door, inwardly cursing: "Who is so shy? If you want to see me, just come in boldly and call me. Why make it so mysterious? Why did that guy Ma Jingjie have to summon me once?"

As the current surged through him, Ma Jingjie’s body emitted crackling sounds. The originally stout Ma Jingjie seemed to be pulled by some force, suddenly growing taller by a significant margin. His once protruding belly was stretched to the point where his ribs became visible. After a series of contortions, Ma Jingjie’s appearance underwent a dramatic transformation. His simple flat-top hairstyle morphed into a spiky, Vegeta-style hairdo. His physique also became more agile, with every twist and turn showcasing remarkable elasticity. His simple flat-top hairstyle morphed into a spiky, Vegeta-style hairdo. His physique also became more agile, with every twist and turn showcasing remarkable elasticity

Completely unaware of why these individuals wanted him to follow them, Fang Linkong noticed that the abilities of the three evil spirits were distinctly different. The Electric Ghost, with its domineering malevolence, could manipulate lightning. As for Fire Qi, the name itself suggested expertise in fire. Regarding Kazama, who had remained silent, the evil spirit he called out before the Electric Ghost appeared likely possessed skills akin to summoning winds and rain, if not exactly that.

Just now, Fang Lin was electrocuted while empty-handed, and he did not know where the kitchen knife had fallen or where the books had gone. After a great deal of effort, Fang Lin finally regained control of his body. As he hurriedly turned over to grab the phone to call the police, he noticed that the changes in Wen Yi, Chen Mingbin, and Ma Jingjie had already come to a halt.

After a day's classes, without Fang Linkong having to invite them, Wen Yi, Ma Jingjie, and Chen Mingbin followed closely behind Fang Linkong, heading to his home, preparing to continue their study of this highly valuable antique.

Through a crack in the door, it is unclear how many people are discussing what Ding Qingya has given Fang Linkong.

Wen Yi said with suspicion: "Lao Fang, when did you start associating with foreign archaeologists? However, the characters in this book appear to be ancient Chinese script! Could it be a lost artifact from China?"

Hmm! Is it you?

Glancing at the email, Fang Lin Kong couldn't help but be taken aback. He racked his brain but couldn't recall when he had ever had a foreign friend.

In September, at around four or five in the afternoon, the sun still hung high in the sky. However, Fang Lin Kong, feeling the sunlight on his body, could no longer sense its warmth

Fang Lin Kong was initially unsure how to respond to Wen Yi. However, with a quick turn of his eyes, he smiled and casually said, "I am the Grand Master of the Bird Language Sect, overseeing seven major websites and sixty-eight BBS platforms. I have countless foreign disciples. It must be one of these foreign disciples, out of respect for my personal character, who has purchased our country's cultural relics at a high price to return them to me"

At that moment, a gentle breeze swept by, and Chen Mingbin's expression immediately became vacant, his body twitching as if in a spasm, jumping around uncontrollably. In contrast, Wen Yi, who had long claimed to be drained of blood, showed no signs of paleness; instead, his complexion grew increasingly rosy, until eventually, his face was as red as a boiled shrimp.

Only Wen Yi appears somewhat normal, but the areas that should have developed fat have now turned into tangled muscle masses. In such an environment, Fang Lin Kong couldn't help but feel the urge to laugh at the situation. However, Fang Lin Kong would certainly not actually engage in such a nonsensical act.

Fang Linkong's parents are quite busy with work and often return home late, so several friends frequently gather at Fang Linkong's place to pass the time. The four of them studied the book for a long time and finally discovered its peculiarities—sturdy, very sturdy. Not a single one of them could tear off even a tiny fragment. Even Ma Jingjie tried to ignite it with a lighter; after burning for seven or eight minutes, the Zippo lighter became hot to the touch, yet the book showed no signs of change whatsoever

The malevolent spirit that had invaded Ma Jingjie’s body said nonchalantly: "You do not need to know our purpose at all. Your friend’s body is precisely what we need, allowing us to gain our freedom! You! Quickly pick up that book and come with us!"

It is evident that these three malevolent spirits can only operate in the human realm by possessing the bodies of his three friends

Your email arrived just as I was returning to school for the summer break. I have collected it for you, and today, on the first day of school, I brought it to you

"No! I can't get up. This... this cursed book is draining my blood!" Wen Yi finally managed to express a terrifying fact with a tone of anguish.

The appearance of Fang Linkong instantly enlivened the classroom.

Since a decision had been made, the three individuals calmed down. Even though Wen Yi felt as if he had been drained of blood, he did not exhibit any adverse reactions. His chubby face remained flushed with a healthy color.

Fang Linkong mockingly said to him: "Wen Yi's expression is so lewd! It practically screams, 'I have adult films for sale, please keep it quiet.'" Even now, Fang Linkong has not changed his habit of ridiculing him.

Such a peculiar object instantly sparked the imagination of the four individuals

"Why should I listen to you?" Fang Linkong retorted angrily at the figure in the book, daring to confront it even though he knew it was not human. Although Fang Linkong felt a chill run down his back from fear, his tone showed no sign of retreat.

By the end of Fang Lin's speech, the classroom was filled with whispers, and the girls could no longer contain their bright laughter. The slight sense of unfamiliarity from not seeing each other for an entire summer had long since vanished.

Pick up the book and come with us! Huoqi, do not touch those things recklessly. Just burn the electrical appliances.

The electric ghost clearly has a precise control over the electric current, while Fang Lin Kong feels excruciating pain throughout his body, yet there is no visible harm on his skin

Despite Fang Lin's boldness, the thought of being controlled by an unknown evil entity still filled him with profound fear

Fang Linkong had just returned to the classroom with something in hand when someone quickly rushed over, snatched the mail from Fang Linkong's hands, and conducted a "security check".

Wen Yimeng suddenly heard this voice and, unable to believe it, looked at Fang Linkong's expression. When his gaze swept around and he saw that Ma Jingjie and Chen Mingbin also had ashen faces, he realized that he was not imagining things; there was indeed such a strange sound. Instantly, fear overwhelmed him, and he collapsed to the ground.

At the moment when the spittle was flying, Fang Linkong suddenly heard Ma Jingjie at the door calling out in a strange tone: "Fang Linkong! Someone is looking for you... hehehe!"

Wen Yi, what are you doing? Get up and put on a band-aid. Do you really want to lose half a jin of blood and treat your buddies to extra dishes tonight?

Ma Jingjie has become shorter in stature, yet he has grown much more solid and vigorous. His gaze is sharp and cold, and as he grasps with both hands, countless tiny arcs of electricity leap across his palms. He emanates an aura of danger. He is laughing heartily towards the sky, appearing exceedingly arrogant

Although Fang Linkong appeared somewhat travel-worn, his height of 184 centimeters and the robust physique developed through years of exercise gave him the look of a somewhat charming young man. He felt a bit fatigued physically, yet his spirit remained high.

Ah! Everyone! This time when I went to Tibet, I heard an ancient legend. Would you all like to hear it?

Shh ... ...

The clear sky, the melodious singing, the beautiful grassland, and the pure and flawless young woman, Dawa Yangzong, dressed in traditional Tibetan attire, resembled a fairy floating down. This evoked in Fang Linkong a desire to observe her that was even stronger than his interest in the scenery. However, Dawa Yangzong quickly saw through Fang Linkong's ulterior motives. Although she smiled and laughed, she did not give him any opportunity to take advantage. In the end, apart from learning that this beautiful Tibetan girl was a first-year student in the Department of Arts at Minzu University of China, he was unable to gather any reliable information. However, Dawa Yangzong quickly saw through Fang Linkong's ulterior motives. Although she smiled and laughed, she did not give him any opportunity to take advantage. In the end, apart from learning that this beautiful Tibetan girl was a first-year student in the Department of Arts at Minzu University of China, he was unable to gather any reliable information.

The two-month summer vacation should have felt very worthwhile to Fang Lin Kong

Fang Lin Kong was quite surprised as Ma Jingjie gave up playing with the flickering electric currents in his hands and turned back with a strange smile, saying: "Oh! No! We are nothing at all... You really don't need to know these things"

A few people were about to continue their argument when Fang Lin, with his keen eyes, spotted the homeroom teacher approaching from a distance. He hurriedly shouted, "The wind is strong! Stop it!" and quickly pushed aside Wen Yi and the others, turning around to dash into the classroom

He traveled to Tibet with several online friends he had never met before, touched yaks, seen purebred Tibetan mastiffs, met lamas, and enjoyed butter tea. The two-month journey was not only filled with thrilling excitement and passionate experiences, but it also opened a new chapter in his life, making Fang Lin Kong's already positive attitude towards life even more uplifting

You have watched The Lord of the Rings six or seven times, dreaming of becoming a monster. How tasteless. However..." Fang Lin abruptly changed the topic, grabbing Wen Yi's hand and grinning mischievously: "Since you are willing, I will let you bleed a little and make some human blood tofu, so everyone can have a taste.

When he first entered high school, Wen Yi always spoke in a particularly sneaky manner with others. He preferred to whisper in people's ears.

Facing the gazes of his friends, Fang Lin Kong took a moment to compose himself and then said without hesitation: "We should go to the hospital immediately to see if we can get this cursed book off Wen Yi's hands. Let's go! We cannot afford to delay..."

Fang Lin Kong laughed for a long time before he was the first to notice something was wrong. According to what was said, Wen Yi should have just scraped off a bit of skin, but this guy has been trembling and unable to stand up for a long time.

Fang Lin felt quite pleased with himself for a long time, secretly pondering: "It is likely that the foreign youth is not suffering from angina, but rather from coronary heart disease. Although the possibility of an immediate seizure is low, it would not be surprising if he were to have a fit of true qi."

The teacher has not yet arrived for class, Fang Lin cheerfully set down his backpack and began to chat idly with his classmates

As the chef's knife in his hand barely touched Wen Yi's palm, a surge of azure electricity erupted from the book, coursing up the knife and along his arm, ultimately surging through Fang Linkong's entire body. A powerful force struck, sending both Fang Linkong and Wen Yi crashing out of the kitchen

Fang Lin Kong stepped out of the classroom, and before he could look around, a thick envelope was already handed to him.

Fang Lin struggled to stand up, picked up the ancient book that had fallen to the ground, and before he could take a step, a sudden gust of wind surged from behind, causing him to stumble uncontrollably and be pushed out of the door.

"The hard-shelled turtle is also dead, and the soft-footed shrimp is also dead; there is no need to be afraid." While secretly encouraging himself, Fang Linkong rapidly turned his mind to find a solution to his problem

Fang Linkong only remembers that once, he debated a young foreigner from an unknown country about a minor issue regarding the quality of Chinese people. Relying on his relatively good English skills, their communication went fairly smoothly. Starting from national characteristics, they exchanged greetings about each other's families, and eventually escalated to some rather unsavory discussions about human anatomy. The debate concluded when Fang Linkong sent a crude video of a Chinese person using a welding torch to weld a foreigner's backside, effectively ending the argument. Starting from national characteristics, they exchanged greetings about each other's families, and eventually escalated to some rather unsavory discussions about human anatomy. The debate concluded when Fang Linkong sent a crude video of a Chinese person using a welding torch to weld a foreigner's backside, effectively ending the argument

Fang Linkong often prides himself on the thickness of his skin, claiming that it ranks quite high in the world. However, upon hearing these remarks, he still felt a bit flushed. Ding Qingya let out a cold snort, her expression changing dramatically, and turned to leave. The disdainful look in her eyes almost made Fang Linkong want to sink into the concrete floor.

However, Fang Linkong noticed that Ding Qingya's expression was not very friendly. He quickly said, "Thank you!" and did not dare to say more. He hurriedly took the mail. Ding Qingya was known for her cold demeanor at school, never showing any courtesy to boys, and Fang Linkong did not want to make a fool of himself. Jokes depend on the person and the atmosphere.

Wen Yi sprawled out comfortably on the sofa of Fang Lin's empty home, suggesting, "Why don't we spill some blood? Perhaps it could unlock the ancient covenant. From then on, we could rise to greatness and become monsters..."

The plane crash involving Fang Lin was indeed serious, yet whispers and rumors floated out from the classroom behind.

Just as a few people were about to leave, an unexpected change occurred. A sharp laugh echoed in the room: "Oh! Huoqi, this fat one is not suitable for me, I'll leave him to you. Fengjian, I can smell the scent of others... Jie Jie..."

Fang Lin Kong's evaluation of this desire is quite simple: it is merely a case of wanting more after having gained some. Of course, he is referring to himself

Fang Lin Kong is a well-known eccentric at school. He can nonchalantly run off to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau with a large group of online acquaintances he has never met before to see what Shangri-La is like. Of course, he is also capable of doing even more outrageous things

It was evident that something was amiss. Fang Linkong abruptly pulled up Wen Yi. To his astonishment, he discovered that Wen Yi's left hand had become stuck to the ancient book, as if a book had inexplicably grown from the palm of his hand. After tearing at it twice, aside from Wen Yi's loud cries of pain, Fang Linkong found that he could not budge the ancient book that was connected to Wen Yi's left hand at all.

Fang Lin Kong felt a tingling sensation in his chest as a powerful current coursed through his body, causing him to be thrown back and crash against the wall. He slowly retracted his right hand, which was crackling with blue electricity, while the Electric Demon still wore that wicked smile on his face

Someone later asked Kasyapa how he came to such an understanding, able to fathom the innermost secrets of the Tathagata. Kasyapa replied: "I once saw the monkey Sun Wukong inviting the Tathagata to a hot pot meal at Little Lamb in Australia the night before. You see, the Tathagata has a vegetarian diet year-round; how could he endure such greasy delicacies? Sure enough, the next day, the Tathagata had an upset stomach while on the podium. Searching around, he found only the fresh flowers and fruits offered by the devotees. How could these be of any use? Indeed, the next day, the Tathagata had an upset stomach while on the podium. Searching around, he found only the fresh flowers and fruits offered by the devotees. How could these be of any use? The Tathagata, being an extremely shy person and usually quite serious, felt embarrassed to directly say, 'These flowers are too small, not enough to cover my needs. Does anyone have a larger banana leaf to lend me?' He could only hint to everyone, smiling while holding a flower, but I had already taken the initiative to offer a roll of high-quality toilet paper. ' All the Arhats and Bodhisattvas were left in great astonishment.

Having been shocked, Fang Lin, who was struggling to stand up, was understandably astonished to see such strange changes occurring to his three friends. However, even in the face of danger, he never considered abandoning his friends to escape alone. Instead, he thought to himself: "What happened? What should I do?"

Fang Lin Kong casually sat down on Lu Mingxia's desk and said boldly: "Let me tell you an ancient story! Do you know why the Tathagata Buddha smiled when he picked a flower back in the day?"

However, just as Fang Linkong commented on greed, he still expressed regret for not being able to obtain the contact information of that Tibetan girl

Fang Lin Kong's attire stands out distinctly on campus. Equipped with hiking boots for travel, a military belt, and with his naturally somewhat wild features, he exudes a remarkable charm when he smiles

Before Fang Lin could finish speaking, he was struck on the head with a sharp blow.

Not necessarily; perhaps it is the contract of servitude from the old Fang. It seems there are quite a few agreements, having sold off rights for ten lifetimes.

Although human greed is not endless, satisfying it is quite difficult. This is because greed has a tendency to automatically escalate. When you have no money, you might think that if you earn one million, you will stop and enjoy the latter half of your life in peace. However, many millionaires have emerged, yet it is rare to hear of anyone who truly stops working. They set their sights on ten million and continue to strive. Yet, many millionaires have emerged, and it is still rare to hear of anyone who truly stops working. They set their sights on ten million and continue to strive.

Come on! Can everyone just accumulate virtue with their words? It's just an email, and the mailing address is—Canada. What! How could it be overseas?

Observing the three moving slowly, it was evident that they were becoming familiar with their new bodies. Although Fang Lin Kong was shocked, he could not help but ask, "Who are you? Why have you invaded my friend's body? Are you monsters or some kind of spirits?"

On the morning of the first day of school, Fang Linkong hurriedly disembarked from the train. Returning to the familiar city, he felt much more at ease. Glancing at his watch, he realized he didn't even have time to go home. With no other choice, Fang Linkong could only wear a weary expression, dressed like a Tibetan, as he rushed to school.

The malevolent spirit possessing Wen Yi was evidently curious about the electrical appliances in Fang Lin Kong's home. With a flick of its finger, the television, refrigerator, air conditioner, and other devices in Fang Lin Kong's house exploded into fiery fireballs. When the electric ghost admonished it, it merely shrugged slightly and led the way out.

Wow! When did Lao Fang catch up with Ding Qingya from Class Six? And there’s such a thick stack of things, it must be a collection of love letters!