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This big puppet acted too resolutely and shut Yang Zhao and Yang Zhao out.

The two siblings looked at each other and sighed. They could only take their things and go home. The cat studied the "All Worlds Psychic Curse" in the cave.

These things were all translated by the big puppet in Da Zhouwen. One of the siblings was lying in the water balloon, and the other was lying on the bed, each reading a copy.

At the beginning, when Yang Zhao and Yang Yun were talking about this matter, they were still speculating that this "Ten Thousand Worlds Psychic Spell" might be similar to his mind.

After flipping through the pages, Yang Yun was the first to distrust his language skills.

"Sister, I still haven't learned Zhou Wen well, I can't understand it a bit."

Yang Zhao put down the book "The Mantra of All Realms" in her hand, picked up the next one and continued to read it. After flipping through half of the book, she put down the book in her hand and read the third one.

After reading only a few pages of the third book, she dropped the book in her hand again.

"Show me your copy."

Yang Zhao waved his hand, took out the book in Yang Yun's hand from the water balloon and started to read it.

"Why, this Ten Thousand Worlds Channeling Spell is really a bit unorthodox?"

Yang Yun may not be familiar with Da Zhouwen, but he is too familiar with his sister.

"I thought I was wrong."

Yang Zhao threw four copies of "The Mantra of All Realms" into the water balloon and sighed deeply.

Although the wording of these four spells is different, the angle of entry is different, and the flesh and skin are completely different from each other, but a closer look shows that there is no big difference between the skeletons of these four spells.

"Sure enough, there is no random name."

Yang Yun held four books in his arms, muttering as he flipped through them.

"Then...sister...do you still want to learn?"

"Am I crazy for not learning this stuff because I'm afraid of ghosts?"

Yang Zhao held a breath in his heart and couldn't spit it out.

How could there be such a baffling thing in the world?
"The Mantra of All Realms", as its name suggests, uses specific spells to force dead souls from all walks of life to come over, and by eating the written and spoken parts of the dead souls, the monks will naturally be able to learn unfamiliar languages ​​in a short time.

That thing is a dead soul at best, and a ghost at worst.

This spell is simple and practical, but the biggest difficulty is actually the cultivation level. This spell needs to absorb the dead souls from all walks of life. The bottom line for learning is at the golden elixir stage. No matter how low the cultivation level is, the monk's spiritual power will not be enough to communicate with all walks of life.

Yang Zhao stood up and threw a few more warning flags at the east gate.

This thing has no defense capability, so it serves as a warning.

"Just be careful and don't sleep. I'll try to practice."

Yang Yun flipped through the book while watching Yang Zhao busy.

"Sister, do you think this spell is a bit cruel?"

"Be cruel to the ghost, or be cruel to me?"

"Uh...haha...it's all quite cruel."

After preparing the cave properly, Yang Zhao asked for the booklet from Yang Yun and began to study it.

This research lasted more than two hours. During this period, a dark wind would blow in the cave from time to time, and some scary sound effects were added from time to time, making the already dark cave even more weird.

Yang Yun was so frightened that he didn't dare to lie down anymore. He relied on the good medicine on his leg and it was almost healed. He swam in the water polo, jumped and turned somersaults, tossing around to distract himself, just for fear that he would accidentally Yelling out delayed Yang Zhao's study.

When Yang Zhao came to his senses, Yang Yun was rolling around like a white mouse in the cage.

"What are you doing? Cosplay?"

As soon as Yang Yun saw that Yang Zhao had noticed him, he flopped into the water.

"Ha...ha...ha...Sister~, have you noticed me? You don't know that when you just studied this spell, our place...this place became a ghost place!"

"You're scaring me, so I'll throw one of them into your water balloon." Yang Zhao rolled his eyes angrily, found a rough position in the cave, and started following the instructions in the booklet, walking through the eight principles and six steps, pinching Recite the mantra.

For a moment, there was a strong wind in the cave, and the cold air surged. After a while, dark shadows appeared in the dark cave.

Those shadows were so long that they couldn't tell the difference between humans and animals even if they were right in front of them.

There were more and more of them, and finally they could only squeeze together, filling all the space in the cave.

Yang Yun looked at the dark figure facing him in horror, stuttering a bit when he spoke.

“Sister~, just practice in the cave~~”

Yang Zhao didn't want to talk to Yang Yun now. She tried her best to control her thoughts that were running around, struggled to control the movement of spiritual power, and built a small spiritual altar in mid-air.

"Shuhui, the living creature, come!"

"what!"

Suddenly, a sharp wailing sounded throughout the cave. When the hobbyist hit the mountain wall, it was reflected back again. The waves of sound shocked the two people's ears.

Dots of spiritual light emerged amidst the wails, like fireflies all over the sky, slowly gathering towards the altar to form a small ball.

As the spiritual light gathered, the shadow lacking the spiritual light began to break into pieces, like a photo that had been torn into pieces. Gradually, the entire cave was filled with a thick layer of black ash.

The wailing sound gradually disappeared, leaving only a small ball of light floating on the small altar.

Yang Zhao looked at the ball of light for a long time, then left the altar and sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly pressing the ball of light into the center of his eyebrows.

She closed her eyes and found that a small ball of light had emerged from the place of her soul. The next step was simple, just eat the small ball of light.

When Yang Zhao woke up, he found that a layer of black ash had fallen into the cave, and Yang Yun was already lying in the water ball like a dead dog, still mumbling to himself.

"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, Sun Wukong..."

Yang Zhao had a cold war and used his spiritual power to roll the black ash out of the cave. Only then did he have time to talk to Yang Yun.

"What are you talking about there?"

"Sister~~, you just scared me to death!"

As soon as Yang Zhao woke up, Yang Yun almost twisted his head.

"There are so many ghosts, ah, ah, ah, the mole, he is still staring at me, they are staring at me!"

Yang Zhao kicked his feet into the water polo, held down Yang Yun, who was twisting wildly, and threw a small water polo in his face.

"Okay, okay, what were you doing just now? Sun Li was always talking about it, why is there Sun Wukong?"

Yang Yun wiped the water on his face and sat up.

"Isn't it because I'm scared? If you don't wake up, I'll just recite the gods' true names to drive away ghosts and evil spirits."

"Uh……"

Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, then remembered that his master, Taoist Lu, had taught him this method.

"Does it work?"

"No, I don't know."

Yang Zhao patted Yang Yun on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's change places."

After that, Yang Zhao didn't want the cave or the newly assembled bed. He took the big water polo and flew for more than ten miles to a random location. He dug a new cave on a gentle slope and settled down.

Yang Yun was so frightened by those ghosts that she trembled when she spoke, Yang Zhao was also terrified, and she didn't want to stay in that cave for a moment longer.

(End of this chapter)