Taoist Master: I have a strange world

Chapter 95: Cultivating the Seventy-Two Transformations, Something Happened to the Three Demons

As night falls, there is a moon hanging high in the sky, casting a veil of light over the earth.

Suddenly, among the group of people, there were soft sobs.

From the first one, it gradually spread.

Almost all of these people wearing yellow scarves saw Zhang Ling opening an altar to pray for rain during the day.

Just now, I witnessed Zhang Ling's transcendence to the souls of the common people.

At this moment, the sobbing started, and it was still contagious.

Zhang Ling looked over and saw Zhao Sheng among the sobbing people.

While sobbing, they looked in the direction where many souls of the common people were just now, chanting a name or a title in their mouths, either softly or heartbreakingly.

"father……"

He still answered Zhao Sheng seriously: "It can be like this."

Zhang Ling thought silently while putting away the magic weapons on the altar.

However, there was already a look of doubt on her face, and she muttered softly: "What Zhang Ling said is impressive, how come it is different from what is recorded in the door?"

"It can be like this..."

Then Zhao Sheng stood up, with his head held high, tears streaming down his face but his eyes wide open, and he mustered up the courage to ask loudly: "Taoist Master, where have our relatives gone?"

"The world has two sides, Yin and Yang. The place where we are is the Yang world, and the place where the dead go is the underworld."

Around the altar, the people listened in rapt attention.

Also kill evil spirits.

For them, the dead souls of their relatives who had just watched them appeared and glanced at them.

The same was true in Zhao Sheng's mouth, his eyes were filled with tears, and his face was filled with tears while he was sobbing.

Zhang Ling glanced at Zhao Sheng and realized that this young man was a little different from others.

"They..."

Lu Qiuyi was a little puzzled, but after seeing that the people around her were obsessed with it and their sadness was much reduced, she somewhat understood why Zhang Ling said that.

"If we encounter them again, we will definitely kill them!"

"If you are a good person, you can enter it, be judged by life and death, and be reincarnated..."

But other than that, there was no communication and it quickly disappeared.

Zhao Sheng asked: "What is the underworld?"

Even Lu Qiuyi stepped forward without knowing when and stopped with the people.

As Zhao Sheng asked, the cries of other people also became smaller. They all looked at the altar together, all concerned about the answer to this question.

Zhang Ling did not forget that there were three Five Poison Protectors outside the Five Poison Sect.

Those hundreds of dead souls actually affected the lives of hundreds of families and at least thousands of people.

But what he is talking about is not the underworld of this world.

"There is no food in the underworld, so there is no worry of hunger or cold..."

They remained quiet while Zhang Ling performed the ritual to let the souls die.

Zhang Ling sighed, but became more determined in his heart, and grabbed his magic sword.

It is the underworld in Taoist records.

The meaning of his practice is not just to save people.

So Zhao Sheng asked now.

Under the altar.

Zhang Ling dragged his voice and replied seriously: "They went to the underworld and started another life."

It wasn't until all this was over and the souls of the dead went to the underworld, and the night was silent and shrouded in moonlight, that they could no longer hold back and began to cry.

The Five Poison Sect is evil.

Zhang Ling slowly talked about the underworld.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Ling was silent, and then he realized that this young man who had been running for him had his family members killed in this disaster caused by the Five Poison Sect.

And among the people, the crying gradually became louder.

There is the underworld, there is reincarnation, there is Naihe Wangchuan, there is the judgment of good and evil, there is endless hell...

Zhao Sheng, who no longer shed tears but still had some marks on his face, raised his head and asked seriously: "Taoist Master, is the underworld really like this?"

Each and every one of these sobbing people had relatives and friends who died among them.

Zhang Ling answered and opened up the conversation. Zhao Sheng couldn't continue to ask, so he continued:

They jumped for joy when Zhang Ling prayed for rain to drive away poisonous evil spirits for hundreds of miles around.

Zhao Sheng murmured, realizing the profound meaning of Zhang Ling's answer, and fell silent.

Zhang Ling had already put away the magic weapons on the altar and said to the people around him: "You all go home and do the cleaning work tomorrow."

"You can come and get food tomorrow."

Zhang Ling did not forget the rewards he gave these people.

Each person has five measures of food.

Even if there are hundreds or thousands of people, Zhang Ling only needs to return to reality to collect enough food.

After giving these instructions, Zhang Ling was ready to leave here and wait until tomorrow to gather some people again to deal with the aftermath.

"Taoist Master."

Just as Zhang Ling was leaving, Zhao Sheng stopped Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling looked back and heard Zhao Sheng ask a question.

"Taoist Priest, is the place where the strange sound comes from the other side the underworld?"

"Ok?"

Zhang Ling was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Zhao Sheng could hear the voice of the old temple master in the underworld.

The voice of the old temple master came from the underworld, echoing Zhang Ling's voice on the altar.

But this kind of sound cannot be heard by ordinary people, but it is aimed at the soul.

Zhao Sheng heard it and asked.

This shows that Zhao Sheng has some special qualities.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ling moved his eyes to look at Zhao Sheng.

Looking at it, Zhang Ling could see the energy in Zhao Sheng's body.

What Zhang Ling wanted to see was not this, but why the other party was so strange that he could hear sounds from the underworld.

However... Zhang Ling didn't see anything with his eyes.

"Maybe this child is suitable for practice." Zhang Ling thought to himself.

Thinking about it, Zhang Ling had no intention of leading the other party to the path of cultivation, so he just let it go for the time being.

"Go back and have a good rest, remember to be with others"

Zhang Ling said to Zhao Sheng, then turned and left here.

After leaving the people, Zhang Ling headed towards Qingyun Mountain. He also saw Lu Qiuyi, who was standing on the roadside, wearing red clothes, waiting for Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling called out: "Miss Lu."

Lu Qiuyi asked: "Where did you know the state of the underworld you mentioned? Or was it just made up on your own?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and said: "It's not just a rumor, I just made it up on my own."

"Rather, this is how the underworld should be."

"Is this what the underworld is supposed to be like?" Lu Qiuyi frowned and said, "But our Yuanlong Mountain Loch Sect has a long history and we also know some conditions in the underworld. It is not like what you said."

"That might be the case in the future."

When Zhang Ling said this, he thought of the old temple master.

Before doing the practice, he communicated with the old temple master through the Nine Nether White Slips and got a response from the old temple master.

In the response, not only did the old temple master agree to the method of summoning spirits, but he also mentioned another thing to Zhang Ling.

That is because the old temple master wants to establish order in the underworld.

Based on Yanluo Village, a new order will be established.

And if you want to do this, you must be inseparable from Zhang Ling's help in Yangshi.

"If the old temple master can really achieve this step in the underworld, he will be considered to have immeasurable merit."

Zhang Ling murmured, already having an idea in his mind to do this with the old patron.

And for this matter to proceed, Zhang Ling needs to do something again.

That is to teach the old temple master.

Crossing the boundary between yin and yang, in the yang world, he blessed and granted the old temple master many powers.

To this end, Zhang Ling also needs to help the old temple owner build an incense offering system.

In this way, the old temple master has a foundation and can re-establish the order of the underworld.

And Zhang Ling, who did this, can also benefit.

That's just like the connection between Zhang Ling and Qingyun Mountain God.

Once Zhang Ling personally blessed and bestowed the urn on the old temple master, the relationship between the two became even closer.

In fact, Zhang Ling was regarded as the "superior god" and "superior immortal" of the old temple master at that time, and could command and even summon him at will.

Even if the old temple master laid a great foundation in the underworld, he would still be summoned by Zhang Ling.

This is why it is said that ghost immortals are the last among the five immortals in heaven and earth. They are rarely free and have to be the first to be limited.

Just like that sentence, it is difficult for a ghost spirit to become a saint.

When the old temple master falls into the underworld, it is difficult to truly escape, so he can only rely on Zhang Ling's help.

When Zhang Ling was thinking about this matter.

Lu Qiuyi glanced at Zhang Ling, curled her lips slightly, and muttered: "You're so talkative, and your words are full of mist."

After muttering, Lu Qiuyi's pretty face became more serious.

The breeze blew and her hair flew up. Lu Qiuyi looked at Zhang Ling and said, "I have gained a lot this time, and I must remember your kindness."

"If you travel around the world in the future and encounter trouble, you can go to Yuanlong Mountain and report my name to get some help."

"Thank you." Zhang Ling smiled slightly, accepting the kindness and seeing what Lu Qiuyi meant: "Girl, are you leaving now?"

"That's right." Lu Qiuyi nodded and said, "I want to go all the way south and go shopping in Nanjiang. There will be a 'Halloween Convention' soon, and there will be many opportunities. I want to participate."

Zhang Ling asked curiously: "Halloween Convention? What is that?"

"It is a grand gathering for heretic practitioners."

There was a faint smile on Lu Qiuyi's face: "The Halloween Conference is held once every ten years. It is a grand gathering for many heretic practitioners to communicate and trade."

"I heard that this Halloween convention is special, and many old antiques will participate."

"Why is this time unusual?" Zhang Ling asked.

"Because the Celestial Dynasty has had problems in recent years." Lu Qiuyi said naturally: "The contemporary emperors of the Celestial Dynasty have frequently acted mismanaged, leading to chaos in the world."

"Even the Celestial Empire's army was destroyed outside the Great Wall, and now the country is in turmoil."

"When there is prosperity and decline, the dynasty will decline, and the heretics will naturally prosper."

Zhang Ling nodded slightly, understanding the cause and effect.

When the dynasty is in chaos, demons and demons from all kinds of heretics appear to cause trouble.

However, Zhang Ling was not interested in any of this now, so he raised his hand and said goodbye to Lu Qiuyi.

"As we travel through mountains and rivers, we will always meet again. Miss Lu, I will see you again if we are destined."

"I'm curious about what you will be like next time we meet."

Lu Qiuyi took a deep look at Zhang Ling and said, "If you are still here after I attend the Halloween Conference, then we will see you again."

"Don't pass."

After Lu Qiuyi finished speaking, her figure jumped up, but she was several feet tall and her body was light.

Then its body glowed red, like a sparrow, or like a snake swimming in the water, lingering in the air and flying away.

Zhang Ling could tell that this was not a method of flying, but a movement method similar to gliding, and the speed was quite astonishing.

But after a while, Lu Qiuyi's red figure disappeared.

Zhang Ling withdrew his gaze and looked at Qingyun Mountain.

He plans to return to Qingyun Mountain and practice in the mountain.

It just so happens that it's time to study the 'root evil' on the back of the Sanqing Shenjian and the magical powers it brings.

In addition, Zhang Ling also discovered something.

He turned over his hands and looked at the Dao ultimatum.

The golden-red aura on it has gradually decreased, becoming in short supply.

"Above the Dao ultimatum, the incense is gradually diminishing."

"The daily sacrifices made by Wang Lie and the three of them seem to have been discontinued."

"I wonder if they encountered anything after they came out of the mountain..."

Zhang Ling realized this, and was ready to use the 'Seventy-two Transformations of Earthly Evil' to understand the magical power in the source of evil energy, and then go through the Sanqing Divine Mirror to see what Wang Lie and the other three were like. what's going on.

Thinking like this, Zhang Ling quickly arrived at Qingyun Mountain.

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