Chapter 432 Shanin Ghost Festival 2 [Asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket]
Hou Zi cultivated and waited in Chongmen Residence, and lived his life as a gardener with peace of mind, pruning carefully every day, and never tired of it.
The Chuhuang family is very talented and comes from many families, so they are very different.
The trend in Yujing City began to change. Three days after the Hongxi Troupe's performance, the Sima Mansion monks came forward and stopped their performance, which heralded the beginning of another competition in the Yujing cultivation circle.
He no longer does anything about Hong Xi Ban, or even Hou Zi. The high-level strife has been turbulent and involved a wide range of things. Sima, Situ, Sikong and the three palaces, plus the independent Houfu and Wangfu, have completely escaped from the initiator.
Take control and become calmer.
"Is this the end?" asked Huang.
Hou Zi smiled, "No, this is just the beginning."
"Well, here in Hongxi Class..."
"Read more books on the laws of the Kingdom of Shan. In the future, no practitioners will come to trouble you. However, there will be no shortage of criticism between mortals. There will always be those who want to flatter each other and take advantage of the situation. Such people will always be
It can't be stopped.
What you can do is not to violate those taboos. For example, I know that the team is not taboo about inviting guests to the stage.
When this storm passes, troubles of one kind or another will arise, but as long as you act upright, you can't let Hongxi Ban get hurt."
"So complicated……"
"It's troublesome when you're alive, but it's easy when you're dead."
"Master is also afraid of trouble?"
"Yes, and I still have inexplicable troubles. For example, I wanted to find a house, but ended up getting involved in the dirty work with the prince's palace."
"But you also mowed the garden..."
"It's hard to repair even if it's muddy..."
Regarding the technical issues of gardening, it was just a joke in leisure time. As time passed, the Sanin Ghost Festival, which was almost unknown in the mortal world and had no fixed date, was slowly approaching.
That night, Hou Zi stopped practicing and smelled a special smell in the air.
Knowing that those words were coming, he walked out of the window and felt a yin and underworld aura surrounding him, but as a person in the human world, he could not blend into such an aura.
He can watch ghosts, but it's not like he has opened his heavenly eyes, nor does he have any kind of ghost body. His ability against ghosts is just that practice makes perfect as he kills more ghosts.
Therefore, he is not a person with special abilities who can easily break through this barrier as the old cultivator said; if he had not accepted this task, he would at most feel that there was a faint difference between heaven and earth, but he could not see any
thing.
There is still a layer of things between the underworld ghosts and the mortal monks. He doesn't know what level this layer needs to reach before he can ignore it. Anyway, the three realms of Tongtian can't be broken, and I heard that the golden elixir can't be broken either...
No longer thinking about things, he took out an underworld talisman that he had received from Sikong Mansion and slapped it on the top of Tianling. When he opened his eyes again, he saw something different in front of him.
His vision completely changed. The Chongmen residence he was in was no longer there. It seemed that the entire Yujing City was no longer there. Even the entire country of Shan became strange. There were no mountains, rivers or cities, only desolation.
He knows that he is looking at the world from the dark side, so what he sees is completely different from what he normally imagines.
It's like entering the second dimension in the same space, the dimension of hell.
Here, you can't fly and are suppressed by the power of the underworld. But other abilities are still there, and I don't know the purpose of such suppression?
The ghosts in the underworld are always different from the humans in the mortal world. For them without body shaping, it seems that there is no problem whether they can fly or not.
Exhale and visualize in your mind, the breath gradually gathers and takes shape, turning into a black horse; this is a small benefit of the underworld talisman, and it can travel when you can't fly.
In fact, you can also transform into other mighty creatures. As long as you have enough imagination, it is no problem to transform into dragons, phoenixes and unicorns. However, Hou Zi's knowledge is limited and he has never seen these ancient creatures. The only ones he has come into contact with are the monsters of Yin Ling.
The water monster of the sea.
The whole killer whale is not suitable, and riding a giant rat is not suitable, so it is better to use horses.
Jumping on the horse, Wu Zui turned into a black shadow and galloped across the vast land at an extremely fast speed.
The surroundings were hazy, appearing and disappearing, and ghosts began to appear. Unlike the wild ghosts in Ximeng Mountain, they were quiet, eager, and had clear goals.
Most of them are floating in the wilderness, while a small part is wailing and grinding around a specific location, with a voice that is as tearful as a complaint and heartbreaking.
Over the past few days, more and more such ghosts appeared from the ground inexplicably. They were still scattered on the first day, and then they grew like weeds in spring, endlessly.
The whole world is plunged into a state of sorrow. Coupled with the gloomy and iron-grey environment without sunshine, people with weak willpower can't help but feel sad and lament the vicissitudes of life, like dreams and illusions, and in the end, they are just a lonely soul.
result.
This kind of ghost festival is really not suitable for ordinary mortals to participate, it will scare them to death.
He finally understood that in fact, these souls who died within twelve years could not find their original homes; the places where they stayed were actually the corresponding places in the Yang world, but because Yin and Yang were separated, they could not see their relatives or their old homes.
, they can't see everything.
I can only cry out sadly and express my sorrow in the place I feel intuitively in my impression.
Therefore, the old cultivator's statement that these dead souls return to their hometowns to visit their relatives is wrong. They cannot see their relatives and friends, and of course they cannot see their enemies or enemies.
Yin and Yang belong to each other, and heaven and man are separated forever.
The significance of such a festival lies more in the emotional aspect, allowing them to reminisce about that trace of yang energy, to psychologically comfort themselves and their loved ones who are currently in the nearest place, and...
The changes that may occur in the soul itself during the process of Yang Qi ascending the body are the conclusions reached accidentally during several days of observation, and the true purpose of the Shanyin Ghost Festival is understood:
This is actually just a method used by the underworld to cultivate qualified ghost warriors. This process is like the pulse of human beings in the underworld. In the underworld, the chance of self-transformation by relying on the souls of the dead is too low, so it is used to travel in the underworld.
A one-pass approach to screening speeds up the process.
Most of those who have potential will undergo some kind of transformation during this period, and when they return to the underworld in the future, they will have the possibility of further cultivation.
The essence of this world is that nothing is without purpose. If you can't see it, you can only say that you haven't discovered it yet.
The same goes for the underworld, there is no difference.
Ghosts began to appear. These underworld warriors seemed to be much stronger than ordinary dead souls. With his monk's intuition, he could feel the slightest hint of threat, but of course, it was just the slightest.
These ghosts are much more calm. They float in a fixed direction, breathing in Yang Qi to strengthen themselves along the way. This is their way of practice, until they finally reach the point where they can balance themselves without Yang Qi.
By that time, they will have the capabilities of the lowest-level underworld officials.
