The five-power god of the world of gods and ghosts!

Chapter 50 The body and spirit eat ghosts!

"Hmph~ How dare you be so arrogant?"

Scanning the timid people in the room, Deng Yang's eyes flashed sharply. The armored corpse who had been standing at the door like a stake instantly stepped forward, stretched out his palm as big as a dustpan, grabbed the young man's neck, and held him tightly. Press him against the wall, no matter how much he struggles, the arms of the armored corpse are like iron pliers, motionless.

Seeing that the young man was restrained, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since you don't know what is good or bad, I will give you a ride."

With the fierce impact of the armored corpse, Deng Yang's eyes suddenly ignited with a green ghost fire when he saw that the green bamboo tube adsorbed around the young man had cracks.

"The three lights of the sun and moon open up ghosts and spirits, transform into gods to protect the body and overcome the clouds of calamity! The five internal organs are stationed in the spirit to receive the longevity of the yin, and the body and spirit eat ghosts to go against the will of heaven!"

With one hand he pressed the spell, and an extremely terrifying scarlet ghost shadow rose from around Deng Yang, and the cold atmosphere in the room was immediately swept away.

The moment the ghost shrouded in the flames appeared, its pair of black hole-like eyes immediately focused on the young man, with a hint of greed on his face.

"Hmm! Ha"

With a silent roar, the scarlet ghost figure suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed hard. Dots of pale mist were immediately pulled out of the young man's body, and a tragic wail suddenly sounded in the void.

Deng Yang turned a deaf ear to the wails and screams in the void. As the inner ghost appeared, his mind had already fallen into a very special state.

Within the sea of ​​​​consciousness, in the endless darkness, countless strange black shadows jumped out from the darkness, with faces that were either ferocious, resentful, or lustful, and were swallowed up by the five powers transformed by their souls. In his heart, violent impulses arose for no reason.

However, as the flame of the ancient bronze lamp shone, this violent aura quickly melted away like spring snow under the warm sun.

I don’t know how long it took, but as the pale mist overflowing around the young man gradually thinned, his ferocious face gradually calmed down, and the darkness in his eyes slowly faded, revealing a pale face.

"call"

Seeing the resentful Yuling being swallowed up by the fire ghost, Deng Yang slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and with a thought, the scarlet ghost shadow shrouding his body suddenly dissipated.

"Master, is my son okay?"

After all the visions subsided, Old Mrs. Wang was the first to recover from the panic. Looking at the young man who was slowly softening to the ground, he mustered up his courage and asked tremblingly.

"Please rest assured, old lady, Mr. Ling is fine."

"It's just that it has been eroded by evil spirits and its body's potential has been overstretched, but it needs to be cultivated for a period of time."

Deng Yang helped the young man up on the ground, and facing the frightened old lady Wang, Deng Yang gave a rare word of comfort.

"That's what to do."

"In this way, people prepare paper, ink, pens, and inkstones. Pindao writes a prescription for Mr. Ling. You only need to take the medicine according to the prescription and take it for half a month. This will ensure that Mr. Ling will not have any sequelae."

Seeing that Mrs. Wang was still a little worried, Deng Yang immediately made a promise.

"That's good, little old man, I'll send someone to prepare."

"Hurry up and get ready."

After giving instructions to the housekeeper beside him, Mrs. Wang immediately surrounded Deng Yang and headed towards the front hall.

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"Today, I have worked hard for the five-channel leader. I am petty and disrespectful. I hope the Taoist leader will accept it."

After Deng Yang wrote down the prescription, Mrs. Wang immediately ordered a tray to be served, with dozens of ingots of silver neatly placed on it.Faced with Mrs. Wang's kindness, Deng Yang did not refuse and accepted it with peace of mind.

After all, it is natural to receive a reward for helping others resolve disasters. Although Deng Yang is not short of money, the way of cultivation consumes a lot of resources in terms of money, law, partners, and land. Naturally, the more money, the better. .

After a few polite words with Old Mrs. Wang, Deng Yang directly rejected Old Mrs. Wang's offer to stay overnight. He got on a sedan chair, carried by two zombies, and gradually disappeared into the vast night.

"True means true moral cultivation."

In front of the courtyard door, looking at the retreating figures of Deng Yang and his entourage, Mrs. Wang gently stroked the sparse beard under her chin and said to Wang Wei beside her: "My son can be saved this time, so can you." You deserve all your credit, don’t worry, I won’t treat you badly.”

On the other side, Deng Yang, who was sitting in the sedan chair, was counting the things he cared about most during this trip.

As soon as he thought about it, his mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and a lamppost like a huge pillar reaching the sky suddenly came into view.

Inside the lamp post, there was a dense layer of milky white light spots. Those light spots were like fireflies, almost filling the space inside the lamp post.

As Deng Yang's mind escaped into the lamppost, all the scenes that had just happened in Mrs. Wang's home suddenly flowed through his sea of ​​consciousness like a replay. Three dots of milky white 'good fruit' the size of sesame seeds immediately followed him. Thoughts flickered.

"The harvest is not bad. It can be regarded as a house of good deeds, and the poor people's work is not in vain."

Looking at the flickering three-point 'good fruit', it was contributed by Mrs. Wang, her daughter-in-law, and the housekeeper of her family.

After coming to Beifeng County, although he has taken on nearly ten businesses during this period, there are only a handful of people who can contribute "good results".

As for those people who can neither contribute "good results" but are also picky and picky, Deng Yang will give them a little lesson.

After all, he has always used others for free, but he has no habit of being paid for free.

"There are still more than 100 good fruits missing."

As Deng Yang's thoughts flashed through his mind, the 'good fruits' accumulated in the lamppost gradually emerged in his mind.

The 'good fruits' accumulated during this period, plus the 'good fruits' contributed by Liujiacun, totaled 860 four, but it would take a thousand good fruits to fill the scale in the lamppost.

Thinking of this, Deng Yang couldn't help but feel discouraged.

If we continue to collect at the current rate, it will probably take more than a month to fill up the lampposts, and that's assuming everything goes well.

If you want to accumulate a drop of lamp oil from scratch, under normal circumstances, it will take at least a year.

Faced with this helpless reality, Deng Yang couldn't help but feel a little irritated subconsciously.

But then, thinking of the heaven-defying ability of the ancient bronze lamp, Deng Yang immediately felt relieved in his heart.

After all, for a rare treasure like the ancient bronze lamp that can turn nothing into something, tamper with laws, and reverse life and death, it is natural that its use requirements are a bit strict.

And with the process of collecting 'good fruits', Deng Yang became increasingly clear about the incomplete information that often appeared in ancient bronze lamps.

If there was only a very vague concept of the formation of "good fruit" in the past, then Deng Yang is now certain that this "good fruit" is a kind of help that helps people eliminate disasters and overcome tribulations, and changes the life of the life. A bit of pure spiritual light produced by the true spirit of all living beings.

It involves a kind of calamity of heaven and earth that he cannot understand now. It is not a simple thought of gratitude or something like Shinto incense.

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To explain, the lamp oil collected by Goldfinger involves things like cause and effect and disaster, not pure thoughts of gratitude and incense. This has been vaguely described at the beginning.

(End of this chapter)