After running around in the wilderness covered by night for about an hour, the sound of roosters crowing, driving Zhang Kedao not to slack off like a death. He flew for at least sixty or seventy miles in a row, checked the towns along the way, and even sneaked into the study rooms of two wealthy families in the town without Taoist talismans and door gods to see.

After many investigations, Zhang Kedao had to admit that he had gone on the wrong set and broke into a strange space.

It’s really funny. How many of the famous gates of hell in the underworld are still there?

No, it should be the forks at the gate of ghosts, which are commonly known as the "Yangguan Road". He went wrong. No, it was the golden rooster who followed the sensing and returned to the time and space where the caster was.

If I hadn't experienced an escape from the underworld, no one would believe it if I had said it, and there were countless Yangguan Road leading to the Yang world.

Zhang Kedao, who has always been quiet, almost depressed and scolded God who is teasing the honest man.

There is a god three feet tall, but he doesn't know whether it's good or bad?

The joy of escaping from birth was exhausted. If the Qingxin Art had not been able to work on him in his soul state, he would have been able to lose half of his reason and turn into a terrifying soul that screamed towards the sky.

Calm down, you must be calm!

Zhang Kedao silently recited the Taoist scriptures for a long time, calmed down his despair and returned to calm.

Even if it is rare in a century, he can be encountered like a dog shit. Blames against the world and others cannot solve any problem, so the only way to borrow a corpse to return the sun is to be repaid. This is a helpless move. You must find a suitable "stay" before dawn.

He had just escaped from the Nether Ghost Realm. If there was no guidance or no one was saved, he would not have entered the underworld again.

The underworld is not opened by his family. Except for specific times, it is not something you can go in and out as long as you want.

Zhang Kedao dared not waste time. Even if it was extremely difficult to return the sun by borrowing a corpse, the time was extremely scarce, and he had no choice but to choose from the three companies, he had to face it with a firm heart.

In order to survive!

On the way he had just found, he actually paid attention to whom set up a mourning hall to do white rituals, but he didn't expect it to be used.

The nearby town returned to the mountain village that is more than three miles away. There was a white lantern and a white cloth shed that was eye-catching even in the middle of the night. Zhang Kedao sighed and turned to the dark place, hoping to be a young, strong and handsome man.

But don’t be an old lady, otherwise you will die again in a few years and have to change your gender. No one can stand it.

He didn't want to wait until he could kill him to death and scare his filial son and grandson, and scare his family to the point of being so scared. But there is no way. It's better to live than to die well, just treat it as a funeral turning into a happy event.

I hope his luck is better than Tieguai Li, and his blessings are inseparable from the Heavenly Lord!

After rushing for a long time, Zhang Kedao had already discovered that his soul was not as strong as when he was in the underworld. He thought it was because he should have consumed too much when he controlled the Golden Rooster to break through the Ghost Gate. He was exhausted at this moment and just wanted to find a "place to stay" as soon as possible to take a break.

Soon he arrived at the village beside the official road, and Zhang Kedao headed straight to the spiritual shed that was instinctively attracted to him.

But in the open shed, there were two Taoist priests dressed in the pedestrians.

An old man was holding a law clock in his hand, muttering words and wondering what scriptures he said. Another young man should be holding a ruler in his hand and responding. Three other mourning men were kneeling in front of the brazier and burning a few pieces of yellow money paper or paper ingots stacked into ingots from time to time.

Please, this is a night-long way to save yourself.

Zhang Kedao felt the invisible sound waves of the old Taoist priest when he shook the magic clock. He looked at the black frame portrait above the mourning hall again. He was a thin old man drawn with a brush, smiling stiffly. His painting skills were far worse than that of him, a professional art school student, and he hesitated.

Are you here to wait for the Taoist priest to rest and return to the sun with the convenience of space?

Or take some time to search elsewhere?

It would definitely not be possible to break in like this, there are several places inside that threaten him.

In addition, the old Taoist priest looked at some Taoist craftsmanship and could not get it well, but instead they would be beaten by someone.

Suddenly, the old Taoist priest who was half-squinting his eyes seemed to be sleeping and muttering opened his eyes, reflected the candlelight, and glanced into the darkness outside the shed, pinched a strange magic trick with three fingers on his left hand, raised the three-pointed bronze bell with his right hand and shook it outside, and shouted with a loud thunder in his tongue:

“$%(￣装￣)@⊙#”

Two filial sons who were kneeling in front of the fire plate could not bear it and were dozing off secretly. One of the young men was suddenly frightened and almost fell into the pot. The middle-aged man next to him grabbed him and scolded him in a low voice.

Zhang Kedao flew to the high place. He was an invisible and transparent thing in the eyes of living people, but a person with a Taoist practice could sense his existence, as well as a child with extremely low aura, or a dog, cat, etc. with unique spirituality could see souls and ghosts.

The old Taoist priest was very difficult to mess with. The invisible sudden attack hit a vague ghost who was peeping, and most of the remaining instinctive action ghosts were dispersed, leaving only a small group of fists with a large fist escaped in a panic.

Zhang Kedao noticed the look of the old Taoist priest, and should have discovered his existence, which was to fight ghosts and souls.

Forget it, let's go away quickly. It's all because of the Wanderer who thought he was here to grab the money from the underworld, which made him a good thing.

He is not too lazy to be a cheap grandfather from other people's homes, and his capital is gone and his children and grandchildren are in large numbers.

If you don’t leave me here, you will have a place to leave me... Hey, why should Taoist priests be the Taoist priests?

Zhang Kedao said a few words in his heart and seized the time to rush to the town of Xia Chu to try his luck.

There is another family in the village near the next town doing funerals. Looking at it, it is deserted and not even a few white candles, which is far less than this one, and it has a greater chance for him.

There is really not much time left, and he estimates that it will be almost the fifth day.

Flying high places, his vision was wide open, Zhang Kedao continued to rush, chanting the Taoist scriptures silently relieved his increasingly impatient mood.

He is too difficult.

It was about three or four miles away from the next town. You could see a densely packed building in the direction of the town. Zhang Kedao suddenly stopped and he sensed an instinctive pull through his soul.

...This is a fresh dead person nearby who has just fallen out of breath.

The soul that can return the sun is very sensitive to this invisible aura of dead people.

Zhang Kedao identified the direction a little, then flew over the small fork on the right side of the official road, crossed a low mountain, and flew up shortly after, Zhang Kedao suddenly discovered that there was a small Taoist temple building on the top of the mountain.

Why is it certain that it is a Taoist temple?

It looks so similar to the Taoist temple style I saw in my previous life. He also discovered the Tai Chi Bagua pattern carved on the stone railing.

Avoid bypassing the front of the pavilion so as not to be illuminated by the possible hanging bronze mirror.

After crossing the low wall behind, he came to a wooden door thatched hut. Zhang Kedao got in and saw a very young man lying on the simple wooden bed, with no breath and a twisted expression.

I don’t know if it was a sudden illness or something, but I lost it at a young age.

Life is impermanent.

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Chapter completed!