"What is this?"

"How does this work?"

"Why is the stone mill different from what I've seen in the past, and what improvements have been made?"

"Which sect is Qingbei Mountain, and what do you use as soldiers?"

"Now you can be called masters with this level of cultivation? You can only be regarded as mediocre in my lifetime."

Chang Ming has a headache.

He really didn't expect that after the ghost king faded away from his hostile stance, he would be such a curious person.

No, it's not a person, the other party is dead, so it should be a curious ghost.

The ghost king is full of curiosity about things in the world, from living utensils to the distribution of power in various sects, even food - although he can't eat it, he must have someone buy it for him to smell.

As the most leisurely and lowest-cultivated chapter among all people, he naturally became the one to be sent.

Chapters would have been unwilling.

His self-esteem is sensitive and fragile, and he can't bear anyone's contemptuous look. A character like him is not suitable for the weak, but he is quite talented, and he comes from a small sect. He has been praised by people in the sect since childhood, After leaving the sect to practice, he realized the cruelty of Jianghu. Zhang Zhang's cultivation base is the best in the sect, but after he came out, he found that the world was so big that he was as insignificant as dust and smoke. In front of his disciples, he was even compared everywhere, but he was still unconvinced, and he was always eccentric, although he had no offensive power, he was always annoying.

But in front of the ghost king, all the grievances of Zhang Zhang will be swallowed up. As long as the ghost king is a little closer, the yin energy emanating from him is enough to make Zhang Zhang forget everything he wanted to say in an instant, and go to work honestly.

The so-called one thing down one thing, nothing more.

Hearing the ghost king's words, Zhang Zhang took a deep breath, as if he was going to have an attack, he tried to hold back.

"I never said I was a master!"

The ghost king asked: "Then who is it? Is it Jiufang Changming?"

Chapter: "He should be."

Ghost King: "What should you mean? Are you not convinced?"

Zhang Zhang was very impatient, and dared not answer: "He was once hailed as the number one person in the world, but he rebelled several times. No Buddhist, Taoist or Confucian sect would take him in. Such a person, even if he has strength, he also has personal virtues." Unfortunately, the number one person in the world has a wrong name."

The ghost king was lowering his head to play with the jigsaw puzzle in his hand, when he heard this, he raised his head with a curious expression on his face.

"What do you mean by rebelling a lot?"

He hadn't been around for a long time, and there was an almost innocent look on his pale and gloomy face, which was contradictory and weird.

Zhang Zhang didn't dare to look directly at him, and hastily looked away, briefly recounting the deeds of Jiufang Changming's apostasy and Buddhism.

These rumors are familiar, and he hardly needs to be very familiar with Chang Ming to be able to tell all the rumors in the world.

Unexpectedly, after listening to the ghost king, he was very appreciative.

"Eclectic, unconstrained, and doing whatever you want is the style of my generation!"

Zhang Zhang couldn't hold back, and retorted: "Is he colluding with demons, is it also your generation's demeanor?"

The ghost king glanced over lightly, only to feel that the surroundings suddenly changed from a cool autumn day to a harsh winter, and the momentum and voice weakened immediately.

"What colluded with the demon?"

The chapter reads: "Back in Wanshen Mountain, all the masters built Liuhe Candle Sky Formation to resist the entry of demons. At the critical moment, Jiufang Changming colluded with demons, resulting in the failure of the formation and heavy casualties. Since then, Wanshen Mountain has become a place where demons can come and go freely. Entrance."

The ghost king tilted his head: "Then adding me in, wouldn't it just make up a ghost?"

chapter:…

The ghost king smiled slightly: "The more you talk, the more curious I am about him. Over the years, he is the only one who can be equal to me among the people who have broken into the ghost realm."

Zhang Zhang wanted to say something, but he was intimidated by the other party's prestige, but he didn't say it after all.

The ghost king refused to let him go easily.

"Tell me about him."

What else can the chapter say, he knew Jiufang Changming only a moment earlier than the ghost king, and he didn't know that the person who suddenly appeared to save their lives was the famous Jiufang Changming back then. The failure of the Liuhe Candle Sky Formation happened decades ago. At that time, Zhang Zhang had not yet been born. All he knew was hearsay from his teachers and peers.

Chapter Zhang Ming's understanding of Chang Ming will never be much more than that of the Ghost King.

The King of Ghosts also saw that the chapter was an embroidered pillow, so he didn't bother to talk to him anymore. After finishing the jigsaw puzzle in his hand, he got up and walked out.

Chapter hurriedly said: "Where are you going!"

The ghost king turned his head and stared at him, his eyes were like ice arrows, freezing Zhang Zhang's internal organs instantly, making him unable to speak the rest of the sentence.

"You were ordered to monitor me? Just you?"

The ghost king narrowed his eyes, and his expression of being harmless to humans and animals just now faded away. The blizzard hit his face, and the coercion almost made Zhang Zhang unbearable, and his expression changed in embarrassment.

"You misunderstood... They have something important to do, let me watch you..."

It's okay if you don't explain it, but once you explain it, it's more like there is no silver here.

"where are they?"

Black flames lingered on the ghost king's body, and he completely lost the leisure and tranquility just now.

At this moment, he is the ghost king Zhang Zhang met in the ghost domain.

Thousands of ghosts worship, meet gods and kill gods, and fill their thrones with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It's not the Linghu You who was playing with jigsaw puzzles and curiously questioning the world.

"He He…"

Under the coercion, Zhang Zhang couldn't even complete a sentence, and he even had a feeling of being driven to the brink of death.

"What are you looking for?"

The spring breeze melts the ice and snow, bringing warmth and new life.

Zhang Zhang was so grateful that he heard the sound of nature, the ice cubes that were stuck on the outside of his body thawed and fell down, and he almost lost his posture by rolling and crawling.

When Chang Ming walked in, he brought vitality into the room, and those plants and trees that were drooping under the yin qi slowly came to life.

The ghost king's face was not good-looking.

"What did you do?"

"Set up, I'm coming back to get some things, I just need your help, let's go."

Chang Ming bent down, picked a few clusters from the flowers and trees in the yard, and brought some red thread from the house.

The misunderstanding was cleared up, the gloomy aura slowly subsided, and the ghost king frowned in confusion.

"where to?"

"Follow me." Chang Ming reached out and grabbed his wrist.

The ghost king's hands were as cold as iron, but he was caught off guard by the warmth.

"Close your eyes." Chang Ming said.

The bell rang, and it was crisp and clear, and the jingle bells hit the ears. Before the ghost king could close his eyes, the world was spinning in front of his eyes. If his wrists were not tightly grasped, he would almost fall to the ground.

"Teleportation magic weapon?" He quickly guessed.

"That's right. The name of this object is Yulinling. I borrowed it from someone else. He Qingmo and I have been setting up formations for the past two days."

Looking up, it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is only one path leading to the outside of the mountain.

There are few people living in the wild suburbs of Yeling, but the terrain of the mountain is somewhat different from other places.

The ghost king stood still, and he let out a snort, as if he had noticed something.

His cultivation level has surpassed that of ordinary ghosts. Although it is broad daylight at this time, he is not afraid at all. He only covers the top with a cloak, and his feet are ethereal and light. Except for the absence of shadows, he is no different from ordinary people.

Chang Ming saw his abnormality.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu has also studied the art of geomancy?"

"Not to mention research, I have read a few idle books from my master before I was alive. This should be the terrain where three dragons hold beads. If there are beads, they can penetrate the essence of the sun, moon and stars, and practice with half the effort. It is a pity that the mountain in front should have suffered a lot. After being destroyed, the original three dragons holding the pearl became three dragons holding the grass, and the dog's tail continues the mink."

But he didn't think it was a pity.

Because cultivation can get twice the result with half the effort, it is only for human cultivation, because heaven, earth and human are the three talents in ancient times.

The three-talented heaven, earth and man, the three-light sun, moon and stars, have been favored by the heavens since they existed in the world, ghost cultivators and demons are not among them, but many people themselves don't think so, and never know how to cherish it.

The ghost king really has some eyesight, the terrain where the three dragons are holding the beads, ordinary people can't see it at all.

"Although the terrain is incomplete, it can be repaired. As long as there are 'beads', the three dragons can hold the bead again. Using this as an array, in addition to cultivation, it can also shield yin and yang, condense breath, and let the people of Wanlian Buddha Land People, completely lost our whereabouts, and even opened up the passage between this place and Wanlian Buddha Land. The bead held by the three dragons can be made by man or by nature. You see—”

Chang Ming raised his head, first pointed to the top of his head, and then pointed to the shining glass golden bead in the center of the formation in front of him.

"At noon today, the scorching sun is in the sky, the sky beads and the earth beads echo each other, the formation is perfect, no one can crack it."

He Qingmo is setting up an formation not far from the two of them.

The tree branches are used as an array to guard the eight trigrams respectively, and the red line is used as the root to connect the azimuths. On the ground in the middle is the unique talisman secret technique of the Shenxiao Immortal Mansion. Originally, this array could be the center of the array, but it cannot be always the same in the world. During the day, when the sun shifts or goes down, the effect of the formation will be weakened accordingly.

But now with this glazed golden bead, it's different, even if the dzi bead goes down the mountain, the essence of the earth bead's spiritual energy that it has contributed to during the day is enough to keep the earth bead alive for a night until it sees the sun again the next day.

Coincidentally, this glazed golden bead was exactly what Chang Ming moved from the glazed golden bead staff—anyway, the Zen staff will not be returned to Qingyun Temple in a while, so it is better to make full use of it and do something it should do things.

This formation is not difficult to say, but it is not easy to say that it is difficult. Although Chang Ming has done some research on the formation, but only He Qingmo, who was born in the Shenxiao Immortal Mansion, can come into contact with a large number of complex talismans and seal scripts in the formation. Only those who are highly valued disciples who have access to ancient heart formulas and have unique talents in formations can recite them in ink. If it were anyone else, this formation would not work.

He Qingmo bent over and half squatted, stroke by stroke, with a focused expression and no distractions.

He held a slender brush in his hand, where the tip of the brush fell, there was a faint golden light, and when it fell on the ground, it was as deep as a stone, and the wind and sand could not extinguish it.

It took an entire hour from the beginning to the end of the pen to write the Zhenxin Talisman. He Qingmo came back to his senses and felt a sharp pain in his waist, and he could hardly stand up straight.

"How?" Chang Ming and Ghost King came over.

"almost."

He Qingmo lowered his head, holding the brush for a long time, pouring spiritual energy into the brush, even his fingernails cracked and bled.

"Tonight's midnight is the time when the gate of ghosts opens on the Ghost Festival. This is our chance. According to the past practice, the central gate of Wanlian Buddha Land will be opened wide, and the super-delivery ceremony will be held, and the people of the entire Youdu will go to worship. Most people can only stay at the bottom of the mountain, but those who are destined can get the ladder to the sky to go up the mountain and enter the Buddhist land. People who enter often need to listen to the Buddhist scriptures for three days and three nights. go."

The ghost king asked, "How do I get rid of my sins?"

He Qingmo shook his head: "I don't know, it's just hearsay, the people who come out of the rumors will have a higher level of intelligence, even the ugly ones, if they can get the favor of Buddhist monks, go in and walk around, they can also go to the next level." It becomes a lotus that emerges from the water and fish that sink into the wild.”

The Ghost King snorted, "It's just a way to confuse people."

He Qingmo: "The people of Youdu regard Wanlian Buddha as a god. These statements can only be heard, not believed."

Chang Ming is not as optimistic as the two of them.

Before he met He Qingmo and others, he had heard a story about a woman who was originally ugly, but when she reached the age of marriage, no one dared to marry her, and she almost committed suicide by jumping into the river. Before begging to die, I went to the Dharma meeting with the last ray of hope, praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky to bless me to have a beautiful face in the next life, but I got the chance to enter the Buddha's land, who knew that after I came out, it was like a different person, not only became beautiful , and also married into a noble family, from a commoner girl to a prince's wife, it can be described as a legend.

In order to prove whether the rumors were true, Chang Ming purposely found the woman and took a look at her from a distance. The woman raised her hands and gestures, frowned and smiled, and he was indeed astonished. The experience of the Wangfu is indeed similar to the rumors in the market.

Everyone said that Yang's sincerity touched the heavens, and with the protection of gods and Buddhas, she turned a stone into gold just now, and transformed from embarrassment into beauty overnight.

But Changming knows that there is no way to steal dragons and turn phoenixes in the world, and it is impossible for monks to change the appearance of Gengu overnight, let alone ordinary people.

A predestined person like Yang who is envied by others must have some strange things about him.

Such a Zhongyuan Dharma meeting is even more miraculous and bizarre.

"still have a question."

He Qingmo's voice brought him back to his thoughts.

"We need something in Wanlian Buddha's Land as a support, so that the formation can transport us directly, without anyone noticing, otherwise we can only fall nearby, so we have to break through the barrier, and it is easy to scare the snake. "

Chang Ming asked, "What kind of thing?"

He Qingmo: "As long as it is inside, it can be an object, or a part broken from the vegetation inside."

After he finished speaking, he also felt that this condition was too harsh.

"Forget it, or just land nearby, and then I will find a way to break their enchantment..."

"Is it okay to be connected by blood?" Chang Ming asked suddenly.

"What bloodline?" He Qingmo didn't understand for a while.

Chang Ming: "If someone may be trapped inside now, that person was seriously injured before, and I saved him with my own blood, so now using blood as a medium should meet the conditions you said?"

He Qingmo is not sure: "I haven't tried it, maybe it can?"

Without further ado, Chang Ming cut his finger and dripped the blood on the glazed golden bead of the formation heart.

In an instant, the golden bead shone brightly, and the talisman below seemed to be triggered, and the golden light flowed and floated on the surface.

Sure enough!

"The formation is activated!" He Qingmo was surprised and delighted.

Chang Ming confirmed one thing: the skeleton head in the Blood Sect did not lie to him, and Zhou Ke was indeed in Wanlian Buddha Land.

The unruly and violent third apprentice fell into that place. Even if he is still alive now, I am afraid that life will not be easy.

…

He was half right.

At this time, Zhou Ke was really in danger and his life was hanging by a thread.