The underworld.
Looking at the ghost struggling in the flames but still unwilling to touch the flames released by Zhang Qing's mana, Zhang Qing thought of the existence that was equal to Thirty-Three Heavens.
The underworld is a paradise for ghosts and a forbidden place for living people.
Under normal circumstances, ghosts from the underworld will never appear between heaven and earth, and practitioners will not rush into the underworld.
But that is an ordinary situation, and it does not mean that it is impossible or impossible.
"Go and check to see if this is the only place where people have been lost recently." Zhang Qing ordered a government official. Although the latter was unwilling to leave, he did not dare to refute the Immortal Master's majesty and hurried back to Nanyuan City. direction. ap
Looking at the ghost in front of him again, Zhang Qing's eyes fluctuated a little, "If this really appeared from the underworld unintentionally, then things might not be that simple."
After becoming a foundation builder, Zhang Qing was qualified to read a lot of history, and he gradually came to understand the chaos two hundred years ago.
The ultimate source of melee in the spiritual world, apart from the matter between Yunmeng Pavilion and the demons, is the invasion of the earth by ghosts.
During those years, neither the practitioners nor the demons had the time or energy to deal with the ghosts making trouble everywhere, causing things to go out of control again and again, which ultimately led to the loss of both Yunmeng Pavilion and the demons, and the rise of four clans.
Now that the ghost appears again, is there any sign?
Raising his head, Zhang Qing looked at the sky with fluttering snowflakes above his head, holding his open palms empty.
The shrill screams erupted from the black shadow, which seemed so infiltrating that the surrounding government officials couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Let's go and tell Cheng Mingzhe that the matter has been resolved."
After returning home, Zhang Qing said goodbye to several elders and then took Qing Meng on his way home.
In the carriage, the little girl's mood was not high, but it was obviously not because she had to return to Chihu early.
"No wonder you, second uncle, don't come back very often." Qing Meng said a little depressed.
In two days, she experienced too much.
As a practitioner, she is already more precocious than others, and the practitioner's mind is sensitive, making it easy for Qing Meng to feel those attentive smiles and flattering words.
Those people didn't dare to provoke the second uncle, but they tried their best to treat her, a little girl, but all of this seemed particularly boring in those clear eyes.
In short, everything is left unsaid.
"Blood and family ties don't exist, it's just that the world is different, so we are destined not to go in the same direction." Zhang Qing rubbed the little girl's head.
"In the future, you will come back less and less often. Instead, Chihu will slowly become your home."
"This is the difference between practitioners and ordinary people. It is not because we are willing to distance ourselves from them, but because of the instinct of practice."
Monks are not suitable to participate in the world of mortals, and similarly, mortals are not qualified to covet the brilliance of the world of cultivation.
All gaps will eventually turn into awe-inspiring alienation.
Zhang Qing and his family were not the only ones with monks in Nanyuan City, there were also elders from the Zhang family in Chihu, but at the end of the year, Zhang Qing and Zhang Qingmeng were the only ones who returned.
The Zhang family of monks is not very similar to the Zhang family group of mortals.
Zhang Qing did not explain more. He came back this time with the intention of letting Qing Meng see it. This time next year, I am afraid that this girl will not prepare her luggage so early.
In the horse-drawn carriage, Zhang Qing had an additional file in his hand, which contained all cases of missing persons in Nanyuan City.
"People are lost every year, but the number in the past year, no, six months has exceeded the sum of the past three years, but it is still not much, so it does not cause panic."
Zhang Qing thought of the Ghost Festival in Anning City, a city that would never be affected by war.
At that time, everyone wore masks, and no one knew whether it was a human or a ghost under the mask.
On the island in the center of Chihu Lake, Zhang Qing told Zhang Shenling about the ghost while taking back the white deer.
The latter's face was calm, and he didn't show much surprise.
"Two hundred years ago, in Yunmeng Pavilion, demons and ghosts were all losers."
"Under the premise that everyone loses, that means no one loses. It is normal for the Yin Division to make a comeback. The only difference is when they appear."
"You don't have to worry too much. Ghosts won't spread in a few decades or hundreds of years."
"The impact may only be on the mortal country. As long as this kind of matter is not in the family's territory, it can be left to the Zhao family to deal with it. They have an extra golden lotus plant who wants to come with a strong spirit and use it to deal with ghosts."
"But there are also surprises. The Shui family may be happy. They can obtain various ghosts with the least resources. It seems that they need to be more vigilant in the following disputes."
Zhang Qing's prudence is not a big deal here in Zhang Shenling. In comparison, he is more concerned about the first trip of the distant Lingyue Chamber of Commerce.
If it succeeds, the Lingyue Chamber of Commerce will be able to establish a firm foothold in Yunmengze. Otherwise, the suddenly merged chamber of commerce may fall apart in a short period of time.
Holding the somewhat restless Bai Lu, Zhang Qing returned to his small courtyard. Qing Meng, who was in a somewhat depressed mood, also regained the youthfulness and liveliness of a girl under Bai Lu's cuteness.
As for Zhang Qing, he naturally continued to practice foundation-building spells in seclusion, and took the time to check Qing Meng's practice progress.
One day two months later, on the green peaks around Chihu Lake, Zhang Qing stepped on the sea of clouds and looked up at the boundless sky, with nine flaming stars twinkling in his deep pupils.
At a certain moment when the sea of clouds rolled, the surrounding sky turned red, and then nine raging flames burst out. The shocking roar and air waves dispersed all the clouds, leaving Zhang Qing alone floating in the sky.
Returning to the island in the middle of the lake, Zhang Qing went to the Zong Tower. Three months of seclusion had given him the strength to deal with the foundation-building monks.
Two days later, Zhang Qing embarked on a long journey alone.
This is the farthest he has ever performed from Chihu. In the past, the farthest he has been was Luo Jing.
"Songhu Mine is a swamp mine. Mining is not easy, and it is far away from the family, which leads to chaos there."
"But it is not the mine that caused these reasons. Although the small spirit stone veins are still attractive, they are not enough to attract people from the four clans."
"The key point is that three hundred miles east of Songhu Swamp is Junchengfang City, which is also the easternmost gateway of Yunmengze. Further east from Junchengfang City is Yunmengzewai."
"So, even the Pine Lake Swamp is a mixed place."
"The reason why the family chose to locate the mine is so that one day, it can easily connect the inside and outside of Yunmengze."
"By the way, why can Junchengfang City block the entry and exit of the Yunmengze monks?"
Zhang Qing was a little confused, but he thought all the answers would be revealed soon.
