He Qingmo rang the alarm bell, and subconsciously protected himself with spiritual power. The sword in his left hand was about to be unsheathed. Unexpectedly, the wind and rain poured from behind him, and all of them were put into his pocket. The threat suddenly disappeared without a trace. Surprised, he turned his head for a moment and saw a person standing in a corner, with a cloak from head to toe, and a hood covering half of his face, revealing the familiar lower part, his figure almost blending into the darkness of the corner.

This is…?

He Qingmo's heart missed half a beat, and the word ghost king was about to come out.

The ghost king who restrains his ghost aura is like one of the ordinary tourists in this night market. Even though He Qingmo thinks the other party is so weird and weird, if he deliberately hides his aura, the people who come and go will never look at him. He took a look.

He Qingmo felt that things seemed to have changed after the other party said "King Kong Suppressing Ghosts".

The ghosts that trapped them were released, and they were still in the busy city full of lights. Chang Ming and the ghost king walked in front, and He Xiyun helped He Qingmo to walk behind. .

One moment they were fighting to the death, and the next they were wandering around the night market.

The corner of the clothes was pulled, and He Xiyun quietly came over and bit his ear.

"How do I feel, it's a little awkward."

Is it more than you feeling awkward? He Qingmo twitched the corners of his mouth, watching Chang Ming talking to the ghost king, not knowing how to answer her.

"Shouldn't we be in the ghost domain now?" He Xiyun confirmed to him again.

"Probably not." He Qingmo thought for a while, and explained a few more words to her, "If I'm not mistaken, the ghost king has an old friend who was killed by others, and after his death he was persecuted by the King Kong ghost suppressing technique. I don’t know why, but I have long forgotten this paragraph, and it wasn’t until senior used the mind-stimulating technique to force out this secret that the ghost king also recalled it.”

He Xiyun was in a daze just now, most of his attention was on those lonely ghosts, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he had no time to study the details.

"King Kong ghost suppressing technique, isn't that a Buddhist secret technique?!"

He Qingmo: "Have you heard it too?"

He Xiyun: "My master once told me that there are many secret techniques in Buddhism that are not passed on to the outside world, such as the Vajra Suppressing Ghost Technique, which can be said to be exterminated, and even some of them can't distinguish between good and evil. It all depends on the person who uses it in one thought. In the hands of his disciples, he can even control ghosts and plan evil, and do whatever he wants."

After she finished speaking, she remembered that this place is Youdu, and on the outskirts of Youdu, there is the famous Wanlian Buddha Land. She thought of it in her heart, and a look of shock appeared on her face, but she still couldn't believe her own words. infer.

"…No way?"

He Qingmo obviously knew what she was thinking, his expression was calm, not as shocked as He Xiyun's.

"Why not? Demons have entered the world, people's minds have changed, and the world has never been truly peaceful."

He Xiyun still felt that this speculation was really shocking.

"If that's the case... Is Fellow Daoist Changming going to help Ghost King go to Wanlian Buddha Land to find someone?"

After reuniting with Chang Ming, accidents happened one after another, and she didn't even have time to study He Qingmo's name for Chang Ming.

He Qingmoxin said that was just right, he came to Youdu, single-handedly, he did not expect to face Wanlian Buddha so soon, but now that there are more Jiufang Changming and Ghost King, it is not impossible to make a breakthrough.

Thinking of the state he had just realized in a flash, his blood boiled for a moment, but when he turned his head and saw He Xiyun worried and anxious, he couldn't help but ease his expression slightly.

"If you are afraid, go back to the post house later, and pretend that what happened tonight never happened, leave Youdu early tomorrow morning, and return to the teacher's gate as soon as possible."

He Xiyun's expression changed: "I know that Fellow Daoist He comes from a famous family and has a higher level of cultivation than me. In your eyes, I must be a burden, but I'm not a person without courage. If you want to go, I will definitely accompany you to the end! "

He Qingmo looked bewildered, and didn't understand why he kindly persuaded her to leave, but made the other party react so violently.

It's like he didn't understand why when he was in the master's sect, he always made the teachers and sisters in the sect unhappy if he didn't speak more than three sentences every time.

"Then it's up to you, don't blame me for not reminding you then."

He thought it would be fine for him to say that, but when He Xiyun heard it, he seemed even more unhappy.

"Why did you come to us?"

Ahead, Chang Ming asked the ghost king.

The two stopped and walked like strolling in the courtyard. The ghost king seemed to be quite interested in the many gadgets on the side of the road. , until he opened his mouth to ask, he would not introduce him, his expression was as usual, just like treating every ordinary guest, and he did not show any surprise or fear at the ghost king's clothes.

"Someone came to make a deal with me with the ghost king's order."

"Ghost King Order?"

"After I became a ghost cultivator, I hid in Tibet at first, and suffered a lot of torture. I also accepted a few favors, and karma was formed. That person came to the door with the favors I owed back then, and asked me to trap you. "

"Trap us instead of killing us?"

Chang Ming chewed on the meaning, it seemed that Wan Lian Buddha knew that they had come to Youdu long ago, and was secretly observing their every move.

The enemy is in the dark and we are clear. Has a net of heaven and earth been laid out to wait for them in Wanlian Buddha Land?

"good."

At first, Linghuyou felt that he had lost his soul, so he would always feel lost, as if a piece of his heart was missing. It wasn't until Jiufang Changming used the art of capturing his mind to reawaken his memory that he realized that he hadn't lost his soul, but Certain memories are artificially sealed.

Ming Hui was killed by a Buddhist cultivator. The murderer not only killed her, but also imprisoned her soul with the Vajra Suppressing Ghost Technique and refined the secret container. The Buddhist cultivators died together, but Minghui died, but the Buddhist cultivators did not die.

In order to get revenge, he had to give up his original cultivation, kill himself to refine his soul, and become a ghost cultivator.

Many years have passed, he has become the king of ghosts, and even Buddhists need to ask him to do things, but he has forgotten Minghui and his original intention of becoming a ghost cultivator.

"When are we going to Wanlian Buddha Land?" asked the ghost king.

If it wasn't for the variable Chang Ming, he would have been placed in Youdu by Wan Lian Buddha as a **** in the layout, and would have become their hawk dog.

The ghost king couldn't hold back his breath no matter what.

"It's not the time yet, in two days, wait for July 15th." Chang Ming said.

"Why wait?"

The ghost king was impatient, he wished to go right now and directly hit Huanglong, his will-o'-the-wisp couldn't wait to burn it to ashes.

Changming knew what he was thinking, "The background of Wanlian Buddha Land is far beyond your imagination, and now you go directly to it, which is the real self-inflicted trap. The yin energy is the most abundant in the Mid-Autumn Festival. With the help of the energy of heaven and earth, your The strength will also be greatly improved, on the contrary, the Buddha's power to suppress ghosts will be relatively weakened, which is in our best interest."

The ghost king frowned, barely suppressing his anxiety, his eyes fell on the dangling little pendant in front of him.

"What is that?"

"Persimmon, which means everything goes well, and there is a folk custom of hanging this persimmon on the Ghost Festival to ward off evil spirits."

"Why have I never heard of it?"

"It seems to have arisen only in the past two years, and I haven't heard of it before." Chang Ming paused, "How long has it been since you have been in the human world?"

Ghost King: "I don't remember. When I entered the ghost domain, there seemed to be a teenage emperor named Hong Zhi in the world."

Chang Ming: ... At least a hundred years ago.

He thought that he was closed enough to live in the underworld, but now someone even more unreasonable came.

This is not over yet, Chang Ming soon discovered that what he brought back was not just a ghost king who had been isolated from the world for hundreds of years.