The death of a person becomes a ghost, the death of a ghost becomes a ghost, the death of a ghost becomes a hope, the death of a hope becomes a barbarian, the death of a barbarian is a microscopic death, and microscopic death is invisible.
Colorless and called Yi.
Silently and saying hope——
This is actually also a way of cultivation in the ghost world.
The origins of ghosts in the world mostly fall into three categories.
One is that the physical body of the cultivator is dilapidated and no longer useful, but the Yuanling does not want to throw himself into the underworld and reincarnate. Instead, he absorbs the Qi of the decaying punishment of the turbid yin, leaves the Yuan and changes his nature, and transforms himself into a Yin spirit ghost. .
By transforming into the ghost realm, you can achieve eternal life again.
This method is very common in some lands, realms and air. Within a clan and a sect, it is not surprising that humans and ghosts gather in the same house, and that ghost mothers and human sons live in the same room.
However, Xu Dutian is ranked among the heavens after all, far beyond the comparison of the earth, land, and space. Now it is the time when the immortal way is manifesting its sage, and it is brilliantly suppressing all the other mysterious and catastrophic ways.
Cage heaven and earth, holding and spitting out yin and yang.
Stretching for four seasons, the eight poles of discipline——
The cultivators in this heaven are also very arrogant. If the physical body is damaged, most of their souls will choose to be reincarnated in order to rejoin the immortal sect in the next life, rather than refining their souls and regressing. Continue to practice as a ghost.
Second, it is a turbid and dark place like Diyuan.
The weather is not right, the Qingqing does not come out, the Yang Qi does not arrive, and the turtles and snakes close their doors.
Over the years, the ghost spirit moves but does not move, the divine energy moves but does not move, and it is also possible to give birth to countless natural ghosts.
And the last one.
It is these ghosts and ghosts who have intercourse with each other and produce ghosts and descendants...
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Song Rupu was not transformed into a Taoist spirit, nor did he have any ghost father or ghost mother. He was just an ordinary ghost born by chance due to the creation of the turbid yin in the earth's abyss.
At first, he was just ignorant and uninspired. Later, I don’t know how many years passed before he gradually developed a mind and understood morality.
Although Diyuan is a treacherous and dangerous place for immortals, for ghosts like Song Rupu, it is an excellent place for practice, almost comparable to those blessed places and caves in orthodox immortality.
After absorbing Zhuoyuan along the way and being devoured by big ghosts as snacks several times, but narrowly escaping from death, Song Rupu finally made a small name for himself.
Later, he also named himself Song Rupu based on an ancient book. It can be said that it was a time of great satisfaction.
And the reason why he was captured was because he heard that Shan Hugong's heir wanted to recruit a son-in-law, so he came here to join in the fun and ask for a glass of wedding wine.
Shanhu Gong is a famous ghost elder in this land.
In the practice of the ghost way,
The death of a person becomes a ghost, the death of a ghost becomes a ghost, the death of a ghost becomes a hope, the death of a hope becomes a barbarian, the death of a barbarian becomes a microscopic death, and the microscopic death is invisible——
As for the invisible world, there is another vast world.
This old man has been promoted from "Ghost" to "軻", and a century ago, he has been promoted from "軻" to "Xi".
Now it is a powerful ghost in the "Daxi" realm.
Moreover, Grandma Feihua, Shanhu Gong's companion, is also a "dead", and her fighting power is equally impressive and should not be underestimated.
These two ghosts have been ruling the roost for who knows how many years. They command evil spirits, have hundreds of descendants, and countless spirit ghosts under their command.
Although it is far from comparable to those ancient Yin gods in the depths of the abyss, it is still a tyrant.
Song Rupu only planned to come over to watch the fun and say a few flattering words. If the flattery made the young lady happy, there was no doubt that she would be able to gain access to Shanhu Gong's connections in the future.
At that time, the future is truly boundless.
Unexpectedly, it was just a face-to-face meeting, and the young lady who had already found her husband met Song Rupu herself at a glance.
To show her sincerity, she deliberately devoured the husband-in-law she was originally attracted to, and then placed Song Rupu, who could not resist, under house arrest.
In three days, it’s the wedding!
The spectators became the crowd.
Song Rupu felt a shudder when he thought of the young lady's majestic appearance, and his body was trembling with fear.
It was almost a huge mountain of corpses that oozed pus, smelled, and was covered with yellow spots of penicillium, but it could only move in vain.
The smelly wind that blew out from the young lady's mouth and nose was enough to blow Song Rupu from the courtyard waterside pavilion to the nave, rolling along the road without stopping.
This is definitely not a marriage, it is actually life-threatening!
Song Rupu also persevered and escaped several times, but was repeatedly stopped by a group of servants and could not escape...
At this time.
The long-tongued ghost looked at Song Rupu who was pinned to the ground by a group of big ghosts and couldn't escape. He thought about it and felt that using force like this was not a long-term solution for peace.
Then he changed his words and persuaded softly:
"How come my uncle is so stubborn and refuses to obey even to the death?"
"You know what you're asking! What do you think?!"
Song Rupu was furious and stared at the long-tongued ghost with his eyes. If he hadn't been held down by a group of big ghosts, he would have given the long-tongued ghost a good punch.
"The flesh is just a foreign minister, it doesn't matter."
The long-tongued ghost chuckled and said indifferently:
"Aren't they all the same after turning out the lamps and candles?"
"What a fucking fart! How can it be the same? After the lights are turned off, your lady turning over will be enough to crush me to death!"
Song Rupu cursed loudly and loudly like a bell.
And the long-tongued ghost was not annoyed. He only waited patiently for him to finish cursing angrily, staring blankly and unable to think of any new words, then he smiled and said:
"To put it bluntly, young lady is the heir of Shanhu Gong and Feihua Granny.
Brother-in-law, you have no relatives or elders. You are a lonely ghost. Secondly, you have no abilities, including magical powers and ghost skills. To put it bluntly, if my uncle is used as a snack by some powerful devil one day and will be eaten for the rest of his life, no one will mourn for you.
Only by getting close to the young lady's thick legs can you have the opportunity to become a ghost. Isn't it stupid to be so stubborn? "
Big thick legs?
How can that size be called legs? It's clearly a battering ram!
Even a slight pressure would cost half of his life!
Song Rupu looked like a haggard tree for a moment, and his heart felt like death. After a long while, he finally managed to speak:
"I don't understand, I really don't understand... You young ladies have clearly chosen a husband, so why do you feel so impatient when you see me, as if you have to do it with me?"
Song Rupu had a dull expression on her face:
"I've been a ghost for so many years, but I still haven't figured out what's so special about me? Your young lady is really very discerning!"
"Of course it's because my uncle is very beautiful."
The long-tongued ghost nodded and said firmly:
"My uncle is good-looking, and the young lady admires him. Is there anything strange about this?"
nice?
Song Rupu, who was in a rage, was stunned for a moment, as if she had heard some bizarre joke.
He silently raised his hand to touch his face, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and moved his lips, but no words came out.
I have been proud of my wisdom for so long.
With his middle-aged appearance, this was the first time he heard such comments.
The long-tongued ghost looked deeply convinced, and the big ghosts who pushed him down also nodded. It was almost as if he was in a dream, and he only wondered if he had heard correctly.
"I'm... beautiful? I heard that Lord Shan Hu has hundreds of heirs, and your young lady is considered to be the unfavored one. After listening to it today, I know that the rumors are true."
Song Rupu's mood was extremely complicated, and she said half amused and half dejected:
"It seems that you have really never eaten any good pork..."
The long-tongued ghost made a look, and all the big ghosts who were about 10 feet tall quickly understood, and hurriedly retracted their hands and feet, allowing the expressionless Song Rupu to get up on his own.
"According to the old practice, not only the young lady, but the young lady's two personal maids, Xiao Chan and Zi Ying, also have to fill the room for my uncle."
She leaned close to Song Rupu's side as if she was serious, and her long, foul-smelling tongue twitched as she spoke, making Song Rupu feel chilly and he quickly took a few steps away.
"Xiao Chan is fine, she looks like a powerful vajra warrior. You must not be impressed by my uncle, but Ziying is very beautiful."
The long-tongued ghost said with regret:
"It's a pity that Ziying took the little ghosts to Laoliu Village today to collect meat from those dirty ghosts. I don't know how sexy they are?
In recent years, all the good meat in the human pen has been eaten up by the young lady. Nowadays, there are not even many breeding pairs available. Everyone is missing some smooth taste in their mouths. They only hope that it is first-class meat. Then ——”
"Okay! Who wants to tell you about cannibalism?"
As the tongue-splitting ghost talked, his mouth was already filled with saliva, and when it fell to the ground, it made a crackling sound.
Song Rupu interrupted her eloquence with a cold voice:
"That Ziying is also a Zhaoxiu cultivator who eats blood to cultivate?"
"My uncle is really joking. We even have a human barricade here. Who is not a blood-eating Zhao Xiu?"
The long-tongued ghost stopped salivating and smacked his lips before he finished his thoughts: "Jingxiu like my uncle is truly rare. Among the thousand spirit ghosts I have met, I'm afraid there is hardly one Jingxiu."
"Why don't you, uncle, try the delicious taste of blood food to calm down the anger in your heart?"
She flicked her long tongue and said with a smile:
"It just so happens that I just got a good one from the human pen yesterday. He is young, with smooth skin and tender flesh. I heard that he is also a practitioner of the orthodox immortal way. He was born in some Xuanzhen sect outside Diyuan?"
Song Rupu said nothing with a cold face.
Turn around and leave.
"Come on! Send my uncle back to his room!"
The long-tongued ghost clapped his hands, and several big ghosts quickly followed.
"If you don't even eat blood food, then what's the point of living like this..."
After Song Rupu had gone far away, he could no longer be seen.
The long-tongued ghost turned back and walked towards the crowd, muttering to himself:
"All of these Jing Xiu are idiots. They are completely different from Zhao Xiu and I. I don't know what the situation will be like after the marriage, and how to deal with him?"
Thinking of this in his mind, the long-tongued ghost couldn't help but shake his head secretly, and then floated his body, turning into a gloomy ghost shadow and flying into the sky.
With hunger and thirst in her belly, she seemed to faintly hear countless screams coming from the human fence in the distance, and smelled the sweet fragrance that spread out when the flesh and blood were cut open by the axe.
My heart felt hot, and my speed became a little faster.
…
…
And another place.
Strange fragrance floats in the air, and the strings clank.
Chen Heng looked up and saw a dozen tall Yin corpses with green faces and fangs, carrying a crimson gold silk sedan, slowly flying into the air. There was a group of musicians playing gongs and drums in front of them, and there were maids behind them. Flowers were scattered in response, and the scene was grand.
The sinister wind blew up and opened a corner of the curtain, revealing a faintly beautiful ghost in purple sitting upright in a soft sedan chair.
She twisted some kind of snack on the table in front of her with her hands and put it into her mouth one bite at a time. She ate with her eyes slightly narrowed, as if she was very satisfied.
"This young master is a rare visitor. He looks very unfamiliar."
As soon as the golden silk sedan stopped, a soft and waxy laughter came from the sedan.
The female ghost in purple floated out of the soft sedan and looked at Chen Heng. After being stunned for a while, she shyly said:
"Why are you standing in such a dirty place, talking to these ignorant ghosts? Are you hungry or thirsty? I happen to have some snacks here, why don't you use them first?"
She raised her hand to lift a porcelain disc on the table in the sedan, moved it to Chen Heng, pursed her lips and smiled:
"It was just selected and slaughtered from the human pen today. It is really fresh. It is not the sour stuff that has been left overnight. You might as well try it, sir, to see if it suits your taste."
The disc is very wide, as big as a banana leaf, with some dark red hearts and spleens delicately placed on it, and decorated with flowers and leaves.
A very fishy smell rushed straight into the nose, making people nauseous. The stomach swelled and breathing was uncomfortable.
"In the human body, I love these bits and pieces of the internal organs the most. I feel they are so refreshing and smooth. Even young ladies can't get enough of them sometimes."
The female ghost in purple said shyly:
"By the way, I haven't announced my family status yet. I am Miss Yue's personal maid. Miss Yue is the heir of Shanhu Gong and Feihua Granny. I don't know where the young master is from. Have you ever heard of these two people?" The elder’s name?”
It's Shan Hu Gong again...
There is also a flying flower mother-in-law?
Chen Heng thought for a moment, then cupped his hands and said with a smile:
"They are just a lonely ghost in the mountains. They have no prominent background. They are really not worth mentioning... The names of the two elders are taboo. Forgive me for my short-sightedness, but I feel ashamed and ashamed to say them.
As for this time, I was quietly thinking about it, and wanted to go out for a tour. I happened to see an orthodox monk tied to the meat table. I felt curious, so I came over to take a closer look. If there is any offense, I will tolerate it. Don't blame me, girl. "
"Going on a trip?"
The female ghost in purple nodded, with a smile as bright as a flower.
Then he said, "My family calls me Ziying. Young master can just call me like this. As for this orthodox monk of the immortal way——"
She said: "What a coincidence, there seem to be a lot of people coming from outside the abyss in recent days. He is not the only one, but there are many more. Let me think about it, are they all Taoist priests of the Xuanzhen sect?"
"Oh? Where do these people get the courage? Do they come from throwing themselves into a tiger's mouth?"
Chen Heng was slightly startled, but his face remained calm and he just smiled and said:
"The flesh and blood of a monk is the best blood food. I wonder if the girl has ever captured one?"
"Where does the slave family come from with such skill? It's the young lady who took the initiative herself and got some good meat. I chatted with them and even recognized their names."
Ziying was in high spirits, twitching her fingers and said:
"Yu Wancang, Wang Ying, Xu Zhi, and Zhao, forget it, I can't remember clearly."
Xu Zhi?
Why is it him?
How had he ever come to the abyss again!
Chen Heng was so shocked that he suppressed his eyesight and stopped his murderous intention.
And this time.
Ziying suddenly turned around and took off her head!
“I still don’t know the name of the young master, by the way——”
She spoke sadly:
"Does this look good to me?"
