The majestic figure stands like a mountain, overlooking the busy ghost figures in the dark land. Judge Zhang's face becomes more and more cold and hard. He is wearing a dark red official robe as thick as a rock, motionless, and wisps of black light are reflected from the ghostly clouds to the shadow of the robe, floating vaguely on the back, as if
Ghost pattern and ghostly fire.
There are faint sounds of scripture falling intermittently from the sky above the ghost realm, like hail and frost wind, and little white lights break the calm surface of ghost ghosts. The small Styx River that meanders no more than ten miles splashes with turbid waves, and the ghosts and ghosts can't avoid it, fearing that
stained.
Judge Zhang's face showed warmth and anger, and he stretched out his fist to drive away the noise that disturbed his territory.
The small, dilapidated world that he spent so much energy, time and manpower to repair was unstable and leaky. Who knows what the hell is doing in different ways to disturb his tranquility?
A few bits of white light fell from his side, turning into faint lingering sounds and dissipating in the air.
"...pure water is the heart...Youhuang sits alone...the most perfect nature..."
Judge Zhang's outstretched fist was stunned in mid-air.
The originally harsh and noisy noise actually gave him a familiarity deep in his soul. He kept this action and listened quietly.
The anger and the red robe on his body slowly faded, and the darkness receded.
I don't know how much time passed, but Zhang Wenfeng, who was standing in front of the flickering bronze lamp, opened his eyes and saw a bronze fish-pattern talisman floating in front of him that also shimmered.
The empty hall echoed with invisible thoughts in circles.
"The heart is as pure as water, and the pure water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are calm... The hard work is clear, and it is fine for the teacher. You go down first."
Zhang Wenfeng said hello, he had to get over this magical experience.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he seemed to have experienced at least a hundred years in the Soul Suppression Hall, watching the rise and fall of the Soul Suppression Hall in the past dynasties, including complexity, chaos, desolation and war. He summoned the remaining souls, accepted new ghosts, and reorganized the ghost domain.
The same thing was clearly printed in his mind, but strangely it seemed that there was an intangible layer between them.
He still remembered the time when he was making a bronze lamp. When he was bored, he suddenly had a whim. He used several ghost techniques left by Judge Cui in the bronze fish pattern talisman to try to control the bronze lamp one by one. As a result, he unknowingly fell into it.
, walked on the "ghost road" once.
Did Cui Yu harm him?
Thinking of that time when he took refuge through the ghost gate and inexplicably entered the battlefield outside the territory, he couldn't help but have doubts in this direction.
The water at the entrance of the cave was clear. Hearing the master's instructions, he stood up and saluted, said "yes", glanced at the cold light that disappeared in the cave, exited the cave, saluted to the earth protector again, turned around and left, without any trace of it.
of sloppiness.
Everyone else heard the voice of the conservator, and Shi Nanguan also felt relieved. After bowing, he led everyone to retreat, leaving the earth protector holding a fly whisk floating in the mist, wondering what he was thinking about.
"Hey, Xiaoya, wait for me."
Shi Nanguan shouted with a smile.
Shui Qingru stopped and turned her head to look, "What did you call me?"
"What else can I call you? I've been called you since I was a child, and I've become accustomed to it. Xiaoya, how long will you stay in the sect this time... Oh, don't do anything, women who fight are not pretty..."
Shi Nanguan dodged a thin sword energy, and the entire sect always called the woman Wufu by her nickname.
Shui Qingru stopped the explosive thunder beast with a look and asked the little guy to swallow the thunder ball near his mouth. A smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth: "Let's stay for a year or two. Do you know when Qing Yun and Qian Jing will be released from seclusion?
?”
When she was an apprentice, she often crushed Pumpkin in the name of competition.
After so many years, she rarely joked with men, with the exception of Pumpkin. Her hands were itchy if she didn't flatter him.
"It's not clear yet. Ask Lao Wei, and he can't tell. These old Wei Xiuqiu has hardly improved. He keeps everything in his heart and refuses to say it out. Find a time, I'll make an appointment with Jingjing, Chongzi and Lao Wei, let’s get together.”
"I won't go out this year. Whenever I have free time, you can use their time."
The two of them were walking east side by side. Shui Qingru suddenly remembered that she had forgotten someone and asked, "Is Junior Brother Zhuang not free?"
"He has been in the vast continent for many years. He said he has a mission. He is mysterious and does not know what bad things he has done. I will summon him and ask him when the time comes. The others have dispersed and the others have gone into seclusion. They are no longer brothers on the same path. Don’t be alarmed anymore.”
When Shi Nanguan said it, his tone was a little melancholy.
After more than a hundred years of practice, he has seen many gatherings and separations, as well as the difference between life and death, but he still cannot achieve the ancient well without ripples.
Shui Qingru's face became expressionless again, seeming to be indifferent to the world and deserted.
Only in this way, she will not be burdened by the emotions that arise from the sediment.
…
After a long time, a greeting from the temple owner came from the cave hall: "Dragon Protector, Mr. You, please come in and have a chat. I just thought of something and was slow to do it."
"It's okay, I don't have many people to be polite to you."
Tu Kun glanced at the white mist, responded with a smile, and stepped into the cave with his whisk in his arms. A blurry figure appeared beside him. He took another step forward and reached the underground hall more than ten feet away without any obstruction.
The strong cold air converges toward the bronze lamp.
Zhang Wenfeng's figure was revealed, with a rather confused look on his face. He walked around the five-foot-tall bronze lamp that had returned to normal, and said, "There is something evil about this small heaven and earth weapon... By the way, how long have I been in seclusion?"
There is a bronze fish pattern talisman hanging on the waist, without any ribbons.
"After all, you have been in seclusion for thirteen years and five months, which is not too long. What is the evil behind this treasure? Can you tell us?"
Tu Kun was very interested in asking about the viewer's confusion.
This bronze lamp was collected by the Hairpin Patriarch back then for the temple owner and delivered here with his magical power.
He didn't believe at all that the hairpin ancestor would harm the master of the temple. The difference in identity and cultivation level was so huge that there was no need for conspiracy. He could kill many little guys who didn't know the heights of the world in one breath.
The conservator at that time was really incompetent.
"Only thirteen years? I thought the past hundred years were... such a long time."
Zhang Guanzhu sighed a little, and his doubts became more serious.
Looking at You Mengchang, who had been observing for a long time, he suddenly said: "I probably know the reason. I woke you up this time, maybe it disturbed some of your opportunities."
"What's the reason? Don't be too pretentious, Mr. You. Come and tell me."
Zhang Wenfeng stood still. He wanted to figure out the whole story so much, but the feeling that he vaguely knew but couldn't grasp it made him feel unsure, and he didn't dare to sacrifice this important weapon in the world that he spent a lot of time on.
He didn't want to get involved at all in the grudge between Ningyu and Mo Ye.
He had traveled around the underworld for a while, and had seen the rugged scenery where there were people outside the world, and there was a sky beyond. His body was too small, his shoulders were too weak, and he was simply unable to withstand any disturbance.
A smile appeared on You Mengchang's face. You, the boy, were also scared at times, so he cupped his hands and said: "Congratulations, congratulations! Fellow Taoist, your ruthless mood is very suitable for this underworld treasure. Mr. Cui Fu intends to make it happen. You have been in seclusion for more than ten years, and you have already planted it in your body." By taking the prototype of the Yin God, in the future we can maintain the current Yangguan Avenue and at the same time walk another 'ghost path'."
Zhang Wenfeng didn't respond for a while.
Yin gods, clones and other high-level things are far from his current level of cultivation.
This surprise was a bit big.
Contrary to what he guessed, Cui Fujun took advantage of the last contact and gave him a big gift through a bronze lamp.
No wonder he felt that there was no way to figure it out in this seclusion, and that there was a layer of hazy mist in the middle. It turned out that his ruthless aura turned into the prototype of the Yin God, and he worked as a judge in the Soul-Suppressing Hall to open up the ghost realm.