Hou Zi is different from those ghosts. He does not fix his direction. Because he wants to complete his task as perfectly as possible, he wanders in the wilderness with all his heart, worried that so many dead souls will appear each other.
The phenomenon of attacking and tearing.
The result is that not a single accident happened. No matter whether these dead souls were honest or ferocious, good or evil, strong or weak in their previous lives, their current situation is the same, which is to remember and pay homage to the past.
Then, it floats in one direction honestly along the torrent of dead souls.
A few days later, Hou Zi saw the horse's face, which was still very close, but neither party had the desire to communicate and had no common interests at all.
Ma Mian doesn't need him to bring anything from the world, and Hou Zi doesn't need such a friend. It's best not to visit him with chains in his life. Isn't it very festive?
I also found the shadows of monks from other sects, so there was no communication. I tacitly avoided them at a distance, and everyone went their own way.
There is no clear instruction in the teaching on the purpose of participating in the Ghost Festival. This is also the disgusting part of this task, because you don’t know where to start. How can you do it perfectly? How can it be considered unsatisfactory? Or failed?
There is no standard and nothing quantifiable.
This is the difficulty in testing the competency of a Sikong Mansion monk, rather than the so-called sneaking into the enemy's territory and hunting down a target with clear goals. Danger is dangerous, but it lacks a subjective freedom of expression.
initiative.
In his opinion, there are only three target groups in such an environment: ghosts, ghosts, humans, and ghosts.
He doesn't want to provoke ghosts and ghosts, so he can't get in the way.
People cultivating monsters have countless opportunities to encounter them in the underworld, so why should trouble happen here? Moreover, isn't it interesting to show the intrigues between humans in front of ghosts?
Then there are only a huge group of dead souls left. These souls are all souls who have been imprisoned in the underworld in the past twelve years, starting the next reincarnation of their lives. From his understanding, they are also the most helpless ones.
group, then there is no doubt about what to do.
Even now, no accidents have been found among these groups of dead souls.
It is impossible for him to take care of all the dead souls, everything he can see, and everything he can see. This is the maximum scope of his ability. In his philosophy, if he cannot help everyone, then he can only help some people and do his best, and that will be enough.
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As for the last place where ghosts gather during the Sanin Ghost Festival, just get there in the last few days. There is no need to go there early. Don’t you hate this kind of meeting?
With this mentality, he rode a black horse and wandered around the boundless land, watching the souls of the dead gathering and dispersing, and after venting his obsessions, he set off on his way home again.
They will gather at the main venue of the Ghost Festival, perform certain rituals and then return to the underground. After that, except for the souls that have successfully transformed and can practice cultivation, there will be no chance to return to the earth until one day in the future.
, reincarnation and a new life.
It is precisely because of his thoughts that he rarely encounters those underworld officials and human cultivators. Most people and ghosts gather at the gathering place of the Ghost Festival, and the surrounding areas begin to become sparse.
Scattered up.
Half of the time has passed, and there are faint ghosts and souls roaring in the sky, which is urging the dead souls to gather quickly. Although there are still many dead souls reluctant to let go of their past, they finally followed the instinct of the soul body, and from then on
All directions begin to converge towards the center.
Houzi riding a black horse is also one of them.
He discovered something unexpected. A man was approaching a group of dead souls.
It's a very strange person who cultivates, and his cultivation level has not even reached the level of Tongxuan. If he can break into such a realm, there is only one possibility: he is extremely talented in the aspect of yin and underworld.
Although people with psychic abilities are rare, there are still some.
He had been paying attention to this person's appearance for a long time, as if he was looking for something? Looking for his relatives?
Such obsessions should not appear in cultivators. When people die, they should let go of the past. They are still obsessed with it now. Can you imagine how close their relationship was during their lifetimes, dear relatives?
Hou Zi observed from a distance, but did not come close, and did not intend to help or stop him.
Until this man finally found his target, he rushed into a group of dead souls, grabbed one of them, lifted it out, threw it to the ground, punched and kicked it, burned it and poured water on it...
Not relatives, but enemies.
He cried and laughed, venting his emotions wantonly, until in the end, a beam of flame was about to erase the existence of this dead soul.
He found that the flames were somewhat out of control and were deflected by a flying sword. When he looked up, he saw a monk on a black horse slowly approaching him.
His voice was stern, "Why? This man harmed my beloved wife! Why do you want to stop me? Is there still no justice even in the underworld?"
Hou Ting looked at him quietly, "I'm only going to say a few words. If you still insist on doing this after I finish speaking, I won't stop you, okay?"
Xiao Xiu stopped, not because he gave up, but because he knew that his ability was nothing in front of the monk in front of him.
Looking at the stubborn Xiao Xiu, Hou Zi sighed, "In fact, no matter whether it is the underworld or the earth, there will be no complete justice, only partial justice based on strength. Am I right?"
Xiao Xiu remained silent. He knew this was true, but he didn't want to admit it.
Hou Zi continued, "This person, your enemy, is dead! After his soul disappeared from the world, there will be no trace of this person in this world. Therefore, whether it is cultivation, cognition or mortal cause and effect, in fact, the relationship between you two
The feud is over.
When he comes to the underworld, he is a different person. When he comes out of the underworld and drinks the soup, he is another life.
What you are killing is another life! This is not revenge, this is anger!"
Xiao Xiu remained silent. Obviously, he was unwilling to accept such an explanation.
Hou Zi was not angry, "Well, let's be practical. You broke in without getting the imperial edict. You could have just waited until the ghost festival was over. But if you erase this soul now, you will be here."
You can't stay anymore because you broke the rules.
If I were you, I would choose to find my wife first and then kill this person, don’t you think?"
Xiao Xiu finally spoke this time, "Really?"
Hou Zi smiled and said, "You can try it yourself, and I won't stop you.
But I think your mistake is that between love and hate, you chose hate.
this is not right."
Xiao Xiu bowed prostrate, turned around and ran away.
The dead soul thanked you profusely and said, "Thank you so much, Master. You are truly a bodhisattva. You will be blessed in the future!"
Hou Zi shook his head and said seriously: "I'm not a Bodhisattva, I don't have such a good heart, and I don't pray for blessings.
If I were him, I would not kill you, I would only leave a mark on you. If you are reincarnated once, I will kill you once so that you will remain a ghost forever and never be able to stand up again!"
