"In the past ten years or so, fellow Taoist Wan Lan sent his men to transform themselves into foreign monks, or to take on the appearance of the three of them, and came to the Shuling Mountains four times in an attempt to get through. I don't want to let go of any slim chance, and I won't refuse anyone who comes. If we try to talk to them, it will cause quite a disturbance every time."
Mo Shu, whose appearance was blurred and filled with black energy, simply explained a few words and apologized: "I have offended many people before, so I asked Guanzhu Zhang and fellow Daoist You Haihan to do it. It is really out of necessity."
He used the body of a mountain god to practice the ghost path, and he had the mountain top and the small ghost realm as his support. He certainly had some unique abilities. He was able to escape unharmed twice when he fell into the hands of the transformed monks.
The number of monks he saw this time was far greater than the previous times. He took the trouble to go out for interviews again, which was to make them wait for real foreign monks and his own people who had been sent out before. Zhang Wenfeng returned the gift with his hands raised and said with a smile: "This small misunderstanding is over as soon as we let it go. Don't mention it again."
No wonder the mortals and monks living in the cottages and caves are full of fear and hatred for their arrival, and the root cause lies in the weapon spirits.
The side hall of the temple is quite large and the layout is old. It can be seen that it has not been taken care of for many years. It has a faint and dilapidated atmosphere that no one lives in. The paint on the doors and windows has fallen off badly, and there is no cobweb dust in the corners in the rush. Clean up.
Lu Zijin tasted the low-grade spiritual fruits and seasonal mountain fruits on the table, not letting go of any of them.
Trapped in a dark place for more than ten years, he spent his boring time eating all the drinks, spiritual fruits, etc. prepared in the storage space. Old Man You had many bad ideas and was wary, so he sent a message to him to pretend to be naive and taste it. He has long been immune to all poisons, so he can try it and satisfy his appetite. Who told him that even if he succeeded in cultivation, he would still be able to eat like this?
The guests and hosts in the side hall had a pleasant conversation. After the briefing, Mo Shu turned the conversation to the serious matter of how to get out. Unexpectedly, their conversation was overheard by the spirit spirit inside the temple and in the canyon, and they could speak freely.
"I originally had two ways to get out of trouble. One was to open the ghost gate and go to the underworld. Unfortunately, the secret realm was about to collapse. It was not feasible to go to the underworld at this time. The second was to wait until the secret realm collapsed. I used the small world to protect it with heavy weapons. When the cage is loose, I can cast a spell to escape into the ghost realm and escape, but the danger is not small. I wonder if fellow Taoist Mo has any other methods. Can you tell us and we can discuss it together?"
Zhang Wenfeng offered some suggestions and looked at the old man sitting on his left.
Mo Shu muttered: "The method you proposed, Guanzhu Zhang, overlaps with the method I thought of. Before the secret realm was about to collapse, I used the candle-yin drum to collect all the dead souls and ghost cultivators, and fought for their lives with the four mountain gods, inspiring With 50% of the power of the Zhuyin Drum, they tried their best to open a passage and escape to the human world, giving them a chance to enter the reincarnation of the underworld. Of course, the danger was not small. If they fell into the turbulence of the void, they would be in misery. After all, Yin Gu is not a ghost land, and they won’t be able to stay there for long.”
You Mengchang interjected: "You guys want to burn your soul?"
Apart from this method, he really couldn't think of how a few people could activate 50% of the power of the Zhuyin Drum. He finally understood the intention of Mo Shu and the four mountain gods to endure the pain and retain the bodies of the mountain gods in this situation.
Sitting at the bottom was a mountain god wrapped in a black robe, his back straight, and he said: "The responsibility of guardianship must be fulfilled."
Another female mountain god said in a low voice: "My disciples and their relatives are all here, trying to help them get a chance to enter reincarnation, and they don't care about their own afterlife."
Chen Qingqiao and the other two mountain gods remained silent and sat at attention.
Lu Zijin also stopped tasting the fruit. It sounded so pitiful that he couldn't bear it anymore.
Zhang Wenfeng and You Lao looked at each other, exchanged glances, and said with a smile: "We can talk openly and cooperate. I wonder how many dead souls and ghost cultivators are currently housed in the small ghost realm at the bottom of the canyon?"
Mo Shu's voice was a little heavy as he said, "There are tens of millions."
He was worried that he would not be able to take away all the dead souls. There were too many. In fact, most of the dead souls had turned into unconscious ghosts due to the passage of time. The only ones that could stay were those with powerful souls or new dead souls in the past hundred years.
You Mengchang was surprised and asked: "So many? Could it be that the entire Shuling Mountain Range has been hollowed out?" Mo Shu smiled bitterly: "It has been hollowed out long ago. It took two hundred years to expand the ghost domain.
Still not enough. "
There are so many dead souls and ghosts concentrated in a created ghost realm. As the environment deteriorates, all kinds of troubles have arisen over the years. Fortunately, there are former master monks who fell into the ghost realm and can help suppress and manage the ghost realm for them. Share responsibility.
You Mengchang was worried and said: "Master Guanzhao, there are too many dead souls, and the cause and effect are too involved. The small ghost domain of the Soul Suppression Hall in your hand can only receive a million at most. If it exceeds the number, the consequences are unpredictable. Please think twice."
Zhang Wenfeng thought about it for a moment and then said through a message: "There are still twenty years left. I can use the absorbed ghost cultivators and dead souls to try to open up the territory of the small ghost realm. I can accept as many as I can. Once I enter the underworld, I will absorb what I can accommodate." When the dead souls are released, I don’t have to bear their karma. Right and wrong sins will be settled and judged in the underworld.”
Seeing that the temple owner had made up his mind, You Mengchang said no more. He was worried that God's will was unpredictable. He had to quickly restore his cultivation level to the fifth level. Later, he could use his own methods to calculate the subtle secrets in advance. This made him too passive now. He didn't like this feeling of powerlessness that he couldn't control.
In troubled times, a woman named Gan Ni appeared, and the weapon spirit in the Wanzhuan Corridor guarded the passage and did such an evil thing that was outraged by both humans and gods. After they escaped, the weapon spirit would definitely die a bad death.
Zhang Wenfeng shared his thoughts with Mo Shu and said that he would try to collect the dead souls now and reduce the burden on the small ghost domain at the bottom of the canyon.
Mo Shu was quite moved. He exchanged a few words with the four mountain gods and Chen Qingqiao via voice transmission. He stood up and cupped his hands and said, "As the protector of the secret realm, Mo Tiantian has to be cautious in order to save the souls of the living people. Mo has the audacity to ask fellow Taoist Zhang to show his merits." force."
He knew that the request he made was too rude, so he first showed his merits. A thin bloody sword of merit emitted light above his head.
There is a subtle resonance between merits and deeds.
He also noticed the hidden merits and virtues in Zhang Guan's body at close range, so he was willing to believe in the other party's sincerity in a short period of time.
You Meng Changpiao stepped back a few feet to avoid the faint murderous blood. He conveyed the message and sighed: "The merit of blood is to take your own life as your mission."
This kind of person is the most terrifying. He can do bloody things under the righteousness. He admires this kind of ruthless person, but he doesn't like to have any interaction with this kind of person. If he becomes ruthless, he will even kill himself. Zhang Wenfeng also displayed his merits. The colorful canopy illuminated the dimly lit side hall, which was full of vitality. It was bright without leaving a shadow. It seemed that the sound of fairy music was coming from nowhere, and the invisible decadence in the hall was swept away.
The four mountain gods and Chen Qingqiao couldn't sit still anymore and quickly stood up and bowed to salute.
Once the canopy of merit comes out, it is more effective than any words.
Mo Shu was so excited that he put away his blood-colored sword of merit and saluted: "To achieve truth and purity, there is no greater kindness! We will all obey Mr. Zhang's instructions!"
This was the first time for Lu Zijin to see the canopy of merit and virtue on the body of the temple master. It was so gorgeous and mysterious that he drooled with envy. He quietly stretched out his finger and poked at the shadow of the colorful canopy.
Zhang Wenfeng put away his magical power with a swipe and said in return: "You're welcome, please get up quickly." When he sat down again, the atmosphere was very different from before. Mo Shu and others were a little more intimate.
