Hou Zi was very satisfied that he could help a person in need, not only helping him find his wife, but also helping Xiao Xiu leave an upward path.
You can have hatred, but if you let hatred blind your mind, you will lose more than you gain.
He is not forgiving, but he controls his anger within the system of law and can control it freely.
Laws are not to be obeyed, but to be understood. He found that he was becoming more and more inclined to this aspect, and he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing?
He suddenly discovered that he had promised Chong Ling to work hard to become a demon so as to achieve the strategy of dividing the Yan Sect and Quanzhen, but in fact, there was no need to do it deliberately at all.
He was born with the potential in this area, but he used Hedging Ling's trustworthiness as an excuse.
This accident made him know that his persistence still has meaning. In this space where yin and yang intersect, there are still all kinds of strange things happening. When most of the ghosts and people left, some things began to appear.
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He also encountered people who broke in without permission and attacked ghosts, just to obtain some kind of pure underworld power; similarly, he also saw ghosts encircling and suppressing people who broke in without permission.
For that wisp of pure Yang energy that makes Yinhun drool.
They need each other and are prey for each other...but the scale is not large, and it happens occasionally, which is considered a small disturbance in the Shanin Ghost Festival.
Both parties were considered cultivators, and Hou Zi chose to turn a blind eye to their struggle with each other.
Another discovery was that he was not the only one who was not in a hurry to go to the main venue of the Ghost Festival. There was also a masked Taoist of unknown origin, riding a very cool bone dragon, wandering around the outskirts of the wilderness like him, doing
Doing the same thing as him.
In fact, in essence, there are no specific rules for how to participate in the Shanin Ghost Festival, and there is no distinction between high and low. There is a reason to go to the main venue. There are more dead souls there, on the order of tens of millions, and of course there may be troubles.
Just more.
It is the different manifestations of personal ideas in different monks. The road is endless, and each one takes his own path.
There are only three days left, and the shrill ghost howls in the sky are getting more urgent. To a monk like him, the sound is just a little noisy, but to the dead souls, the howls represent different meanings.
They began to return desperately, no longer daring to stay in their old place. In one area, such chaos occurred.
Because of the existence of several mountains in this area, an effect similar to an echo wall is cleverly formed; the ghost howls are rushing back and forth between the several mountains. The faster the howls are, the less clear it is that the sound waves are coming from.
Where?
There are always accidents, and there are many places where this happens at the junction of Yin and Yang, but in most areas the souls can come out on their own. Only in this place, the terrain is so ingenious that nature naturally forms a similar echo array.
In addition to urging, the whistling sound also serves as a guide. This is not an obstacle for practitioners, but for ordinary dead souls who are in a state of fear, sadness, and helplessness, they cannot be correctly identified.
Like a swarm of headless flies.
Hou Zi noticed this situation immediately, and immediately began to drive and guide on horseback. At the same time, the masked Taoist riding a bone dragon also started his actions. The two began to divide work and cooperate in this hundred-mile radius of the mountain.
The place guides the dead souls.
For a time, sword roars and dragon roars resounded in the sky, gradually overshadowing the ghost roars. Hundreds of thousands of dead souls were gathered and merged, and then began to drift in a fixed direction under the guidance of the dragon roars and the purification of the sword roars.
Although I don’t know what will happen to the dead souls if they fail to make it to the Ghost Festival gathering, I guess it’s not a good thing.
Under the tacit guidance of the two people, hundreds of thousands of dead souls floated out of the valley. In order to prevent them from getting lost again, the two people escorted them all the way; the dead souls also cooperated very well, like an army of the undead, mighty and very powerful.
Spectacular.
There are only two days left. It would be perfect to escort these undead people back to the venue and participate in the last rituals.
This time at the Shanyin Ghost Festival, he didn't see many ghosts, and he didn't make any friends. But emotionally, he felt that it was meaningful, and it was much better than being a wooden stake at the Ghost Festival venue.
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Two days away from their team of souls who were on their way, souls were thronging in the endless wilderness. Looking from the sky, it looked like a layer of gray waves covering the wilderness, dense and endless.
In the center, there is a huge black altar, crowded with hundreds of ghost soldiers. If it were an army standing solemnly, such a scene would be very solemn, but the problem is that ghosts cannot stand still.
Motionless.
Their bodies have no normal shape and sway with the wind. In addition, the ancient robes and high crowns they wear to show their status are obviously not moving, but they show a strong sense of movement under the wind.
A group of Taoists stood on a mound, watching from a distance. Here were monks belonging to the Taoist sect in Splendid Continent. There were one person in each group, and there were dozens of them.
Because of their limited realm, although they cannot represent their respective orthodoxy, standing here together is a gesture of domination over the common people.
There are other practitioners, Buddhist sects, demon sects, etc., but they don’t stick together like them. Instead, they are scattered here and there in twos and threes, watching the performances of the underworld ghosts indifferently. Everyone is thinking that it is finally coming to an end, which is really boring.
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"Ghosts are dancing wildly, ghosts are dancing... To be honest, I really want to throw a big fire spell into it, that would really heighten the atmosphere."
A Taoist frowned at this. His name was Gao Yunqi, a Taoist from the Qi Sect. The Qi Sect was also one of the most reputable and powerful Taoist sects in the Splendid Continent. He was the most powerful and independent.
In fact, it's not just him, everyone here can't accept the aesthetics of the underworld. Over the past few days, this is what they have been watching all day long.
"If you are born in the world of the sun and have an end, it doesn't matter if you return to the underworld after death. The world of the sun and the underworld are all similar, just like wandering in a foreign land.
These ghosts have made the underworld their business, which is very ridiculous."
This is Wu Sect monk Yang Yanzheng. Wu Sect is also the top Taoist sect in Splendid Continent. Therefore, who speaks first and who answers last are very particular in the Taoist sect system. Basically, according to the order in which they speak, it can be easily determined.
It is generally good to accurately distinguish the strength of the Taoism behind these people.
On the gray altar, hundreds of ghosts were shaking in unison, like the wind blowing wheat waves, singing loudly,
... In heaven and earth, good and evil come from the heart, and we strive to be the first to realize the confusion of life and death. We understand the fate of our family, and forget about our hearts and show our hands in the street. We are simple, poor and weak, let the clouds and water flow, and travel freely. We have a strong will, guard for eternity, and will last forever. Old sins will last forever.
If it is about to disappear, it will be determined by the sages and mysteries...
