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Chapter 862 Scarlet Merit, Take Your Own Life as Your Mission
"Over the past ten years, Fellow Daoist Wan Lan sent his subordinates to transform into foreign monks, or Fu Quan and the three of them looked like the three of them, and came to the Shuling Mountains four times to try to get away with it. I don't want to let go of any slim chance. Talking and approaching each other will cause a lot of trouble every time."

Mo Shu, whose face was blurred and covered in black energy, explained a few words briefly, and apologized: "I have offended you a lot earlier, and it is really a last resort to invite Guanzhu Zhang and Youdao friend Haihan."

He practiced the ghost way with the body of a mountain god, and with the mountain top and the small ghost domain as his support, he had some unique skills, and he was able to escape safely when he fell into the hands of the illusion monk twice.

Seeing that the number of monks coming this time was far more than the previous few times, he took the trouble to come out for interviews again, which could be regarded as letting them wait for real foreign monks and his own people sent out before.

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands in return, and said with a smile: "It's a small misunderstanding, let's let it go, don't bring it up again."

No wonder the mortals and monks living in the cottages and caves are full of fear and hatred for their arrival, and the root cause is still Qi Ling.

The side hall of the temple is quite large, and the layout is old. It can be seen that it has not been taken care of for many years. There is a faint shabby atmosphere that no one lives in. The paint on the doors and windows is seriously peeled off. clean up.

Lu Zijin tasted all the low-grade spiritual fruits and seasonal wild fruits on the table, and he didn't let go of each one.

Trapped in the dark place for more than ten years, all the drinks and spiritual fruits prepared in the Nawu space were eaten by him in his boring time. The old man You had many bad ideas and was very wary. He has long been invulnerable to all poisons, so try it, and it can satisfy your appetite.

Who told him that even if he is successful in cultivation, he still enjoys this one bite of food?

The host and guest in the side hall chatted happily, after the cutscene, Mo Shu turned the topic to the serious matter of how to get out, within the temple and the canyon, their conversation could be overheard by Qi Ling, and they could speak freely.

"I originally had two ways to get out of this predicament. One is to open the gate of ghosts and go to the Nether Realm. Unfortunately, the secret realm is about to collapse, and it is impossible to go to the Nether Realm at this time. The second is to wait until the secret realm collapses. body, while the cage is loose, cast spells and escape into the ghost realm to escape, but the danger is not small, I wonder if fellow Daoist Mo has other ways, tell us about it, let's discuss it together?"

Zhang Wenfeng threw bricks to attract jade, and looked at the old man sitting on the left.

Mo Shu pondered and said: "Guanzhu Zhang, the method you proposed overlaps with the method I thought of. Before the secret realm was about to collapse, I used the candle-yin drum to collect all the dead souls and ghost cultivators, and fought for my life with the four mountain gods. With [-]% of the power of the candle yin drum, they tried their best to break through a passage and escape to the human world, so as to gain a chance for them to enter the reincarnation of the underworld. Yingu is not a ghost realm after all, they won't be able to stay in it for long."

You Mengchang interjected: "How many of you want to burn your soul?"

Other than this method, he really couldn't think of a few people how to stimulate [-]% of the power of the Candle Yin Drum, and finally understood the intention of Mo Shu and the four mountain gods to endure pain to preserve the bodies of the mountain gods under such circumstances.

A mountain god wrapped in a black robe sitting at the bottom, with his back straight, said: "The duty of protection is unavoidable."

Another female mountain god said in a low voice: "All the relatives and relatives of the disciples are among them, and they will fight for a chance to enter reincarnation for them, regardless of their own afterlife."

Chen Qingqiao and the other two mountain gods sat upright in silence.

Lu Zijin also stopped tasting the fruit, it sounded so pitiful, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Zhang Wenfeng and You Lao looked at each other, exchanged glances, and said with a smile: "We can open up our hearts and have a chat and cooperate. I don't know how many dead souls and ghost cultivators are currently accommodated in the small ghost town under the canyon?"

Mo Shu said with a heavy voice, "There are tens of millions."

He was worried that he would not be able to take away all the dead souls. There were too many of them. In fact, most of the dead souls had turned into unconscious ghost energy due to the long time, and the only ones left were those with powerful souls, or souls that were nearly a hundred years old.

You Mengchang was surprised: "So many? Could it be that the entire Shuling mountain range has been hollowed out?"

Mo Shu smiled bitterly: "It has already been hollowed out, and it took 200 years to expand the ghost domain, but it is still not enough."

So many dead souls and ghosts are concentrated in a ghost field created. As the environment deteriorates, all kinds of troubles have arisen in recent years. Fortunately, there are former monks who have fallen into the ghost realm and can help suppress and manage the ghost field for them. share responsibility.

You Mengchang was worried about the sound transmission and said: "Monastery Lord, there are too many dead souls, and the cause and effect are too involved. The small ghost domain of the Soul Suppressing Palace in your hand can only accept a million at most. If it exceeds the number, the consequences are unpredictable. Please think again."

Zhang Wenfeng thought about it for a moment, and said via voice transmission: "There are still 20 years left. I can use the ghost cultivators and dead souls I have absorbed to try to open up the small ghost domain. I can absorb as much as I can. After entering the underworld, I can use the accommodated souls Let them out, I don’t need to bear their karma, right and wrong, I have my own underworld to liquidate and judge.”

Seeing that the viewer has already made up his mind, Yu Mengchang didn't say any more, he was worried about the unpredictability of God's will.

He has to quickly restore his cultivation to the fifth level, and later he can use his own means to calculate a glimmer of mystery in advance. Now this makes him too passive, and he doesn't like this feeling of powerlessness that cannot be controlled.

There are traitors in troubled times, and the spirit in Wanzhuan Corridor guards the passage and does such an evil thing that both humans and gods hate. After they escape from birth, that spirit will surely die a terrible death.

Zhang Wenfeng shared his thoughts with Mo Shu, saying that he would try to collect the dead souls now, so as to reduce the burden on the small ghost domain under the canyon.

Mo Shu was quite moved, and exchanged a few words with the four mountain gods and Chen Qingqiao via sound transmission, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Mo Moumian is the protector of the secret realm, and he has to be cautious for the sake of the souls of the living people. Mo Mou has the audacity to ask Zhang Daoyou to show his merits and virtues." force."

He knew that his request was too rude, so he first showed his own merits.

A thin, blood-colored sword of virtue radiated light above his head.

There is a subtle induction between merit and virtue.

He was also aware of the hidden merits in Zhang Guan's main body, so he was willing to believe in the sincerity of the other party in a short time.

You Meng Chang Piao withdrew a few feet away, avoiding the bloody murderous aura, and sighed through the sound transmission: "Blood-colored merit, I take my own life as my mission."

This kind of person is the most terrifying. He can do bloody things under the righteousness. He admires this kind of ruthless person, but he doesn't like to have any contact with this kind of person. When he becomes so ruthless, he even kills himself.

Zhang Wenfeng also showed his merits and virtues. The canopy was covered with colorful streamers, illuminating the dimly lit side hall full of vitality, bright without leaving shadows, as if there was an ethereal sound of fairy music, and the invisible decadence in the hall was swept away.

The four mountain gods and Chen Qingqiao couldn't sit still, so they quickly got up and bowed to salute.

Once the canopy of merit comes out, it is more effective than any words.

Mo Shu was so excited that he took away his dwarfed blood-colored sword of merit and virtue, and saluted: "To be true and pure, there is no such thing as goodness! Whatever orders Mr. Zhang has, we will obey them!"

It was the first time for Lu Zijin to see the virtuous canopy on the body of the temple master. It was so gorgeous and mysterious that his mouth watered with envy.

Zhang Wenfeng put away his magical powers with a swipe, and returned the courtesy: "You are welcome, please get up quickly."

Sitting down again, the atmosphere was quite different from before, and Mo Shu and the others were a little more intimate.

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(End of this chapter)