Hou Zi ignored everyone's stunned looks and kept chatting with people all the way. Sometimes he just said a few words, but sometimes he didn't know how he managed to force a ghost out of him!
After walking like this, he found two ghosts on a sick old man lying on a stretcher and a pregnant woman. He killed them both with one sword, so fast that others could not react at all.
Turning back, he chuckled and said: "These ghosts can't get close to the flesh and blood, so they can only work on the old, weak, sick and disabled. Do you think they can get through this?"
The guard was greatly surprised when he saw it, "Junior Brother Hou, have you specially practiced techniques against ghosts?"
Hou Zi shook his head, "There's no such time! I'm just born to be sensitive to ghosts. I've been like this since I was a child..."
The guard suddenly realized that there are some people with special physiques in the world. In the words of the cultivation world, they are born with Taoism.
There are many types of Taoist bodies, each with its own characteristics; for example, the natural leakage-free Taoist body is characterized by its very fast cultivation speed; another example is the Yin-Kui Taoist body, which is very suitable for dual cultivation tripods; or the Fengyun Taoist body, which is unique in the flying path.
It's wonderful, wait, wait.
There are also some relatively useless Taoisms, such as those who are born to know beasts, which are called atavistic Taoisms; and others like Hou Zi, who are born with yin and yang eyes and can detect sneaky things to a certain extent.
"Since Junior Brother Hou has this ability, Senior Brother, I am convinced. So, after signing the handwritten letter, let them pass. They are all human beings, and no one will deliberately make things difficult for them."
Hou Ting smiled and put his sword talisman on it, and the guard joked: "Junior brother, with his abilities, it would be a perfect match to come to Miao Gao Town to be a guard! If junior brother is interested, I can suggest to the town government that it is better than going to Yinling for recuperation."
It’s much easier to eat Japanese food and drink dew.”
Hou Ting shook his head, "How did I get here? I'm afraid the boss of the town government, Mu Shuaifu, won't agree. Don't cause any more unnecessary trouble to the town government..."
The guard was stunned, and then he realized that he had thought too simply. Who of the people who were demoted to the Yin Ling didn't offend someone? How could it be so simple to be transferred?
I sighed in my heart, to be honest, most of the people who come to Yinling are capable, but those who are capable often have weird tempers and do not know how to cater. This kind of power struggle within the sect is really...
After Hou Zi completed all the formalities, the group of people poured into Shimen with great gratitude, mounted their horses and said goodbye.
"That's it, see you later!"
The guard raised his hand and said, "Look at junior brother's swordsmanship. If I guess correctly, he is following the path of extreme swordsmanship, right?"
Hou Ting nodded slightly, turned around and walked through the stone gate, drifting away into the desolate Yinling wasteland, leaving the guard behind him feeling lost.
Those who practice Ji Sword are also extreme in their actions. How many such Ji Sword lunatics have gathered here in Yin Ling in recent days?
... Hou Zi was galloping in the wilderness, and he could clearly feel a familiar soul wave power. This power did not come from nothingness, but actually came from the land under his feet!
He can find ghosts, but of course they are not the so-called Yin and Yang Dao bodies, which are all fabricated to deceive others; the real reason is his Zifu whirlpool!
As long as the whirlpool appears with a little bit of skill, these so-called cunning ghosts will no longer have a place to hide. In fact, it is not necessary to open the Zifu whirlpool. Over the past few months, I have been dealing with wandering ghosts every day, and I have been in contact with them for a long time.
You will become familiar with it naturally, and with a little awareness, there is nothing to hide!
In this sense, the place Yin Ling is just right for him.
Entering the realm of Yinling, the biggest emotion is the desolation. The endless fields are all black soil, which is so fertile that people envy it. It is precisely because of this kind of land that the locals can harvest whatever they plant.
This is the balance in the contradiction. The black land is fertile and demons are rampant. People only need to work for a few hours a day to harvest a season's worth of food, which can also be sold to neighboring towns in exchange for other daily necessities.
The harvest is good and there is no need to pay taxes. This is why many people are willing to live here despite the danger.
His target is Fangjiawu, the largest fort in Yin Ling, which is also the main gathering place for Quanzhen Sect disciples in Yin Ling. Here he will get specific positions and tasks and start his practice in the danger of Yin Ling.
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The horse ran very fast because it felt uneasy. Animals are often more sensitive to these mysterious forces than humans. Houzi did not restrain it and allowed it to run as fast as it wanted.
When the sun began to set gradually, the horse became more and more anxious, and Hou Zi had to try his best to comfort it. When the sky darkened and night fell, it was the time for those sneaky things to let loose.
To his surprise, the first foreign object he saw was not a ghost, but a squirrel spirit that probed its head! This thing was very slippery and did not come close, but peeked from a distance, as if to measure this daring move.
Human strength?
Hou Zi couldn't run any longer, and the horse couldn't bear it. He had to tie the horse under a lonely old locust tree, and then found some hay and rice ears for the horse; the farmers here harvested quite a lot.
Sloppy, it's not that they are lazy, but the time they have to work safely is limited. They can't harvest the complete rice fields, so how can they have time to clean up the omissions in the fields?
One result of this situation was that there were a lot of cave creatures of the tooth-eating type, all in groups, and all of them were as fat as pigs. Among them, many of them had awakened to something.
But these things look like pigs, but they are not real pigs. Awakening is first of all an awakening of intelligence, giving them the will to judge the size of the threat, instead of relying on instinct.
Hou Zi was in such an environment, making fire and cooking in a relaxed and natural way, looking at the countless pairs of eyes in the darkness around him.
The weasel spirit that first appeared was very active. Under its instigation, monsters continued to gather here, and gradually there were more than ten monsters gathered here. How can such a team be assembled in a deserted place?
It can be seen the density of demons and ghosts in the Yinling area.
Hou Zi shook his head secretly. Logically speaking, he is also a demon. Why do they regard him as a rival and food in some things?
The ghosts finally appeared, and they came in a large group; they floated and slowly passed over the dark fields. It was difficult to see their true nature. There was only a little bit of phosphorescence, and they smelled the breath of human beings.
The monsters also started making noises. The two groups were obviously not in harmony, especially in front of delicious food. They intimidated and threatened each other and expressed their dissatisfaction through howling like ghosts and wolves.
Hou Zi looked amused and stood quietly under the tree, waiting for the first battle to enter the Yin Tomb.
"Amitabha……"
A voice that no one expected broke the balance of the three parties. Hou Zi was surprised to see a young monk striding out of the darkness in the distance. The monk was not big and his voice was not small. The unique power contained in the Buddha's name made the ghosts and ghosts
The monsters all started making noises, and it became very lively for a while.
Exactly,
... Whoever holds the bell to summon Shura, the desolate night is full of ghosts. The fire of the earth shakes the Aunta, and the dragons of the sky are running and struggling. The ten directions have exhausted their magic, and the eight tribes are still singing Buddhist songs. The precious light and the necklace are still there,
Therefore, it cannot be worn away by the tribulation of dust.
