The world of Taoism

Chapter 107 Immortals and Ghosts

"It's you!" Zhou Xuan laughed.

The black mist is less than an inch away from Zhou Xuan, as long as it touches the body, it will fester and die.

As soon as these words came out, the churning black mist stopped instantly, and the old ghost stood still.

The black guard, whose body was festered after being exposed to the black mist, also recovered from his injuries.

"What's going on here?" Lian Hongyu asked in surprise.

Immediately, taking advantage of the old ghost's dazed opportunity, Lian Hongyu drew the bowstring to the full and pointed the Void God Bullet at the old ghost's head.

"Don't!" Mei Yi stretched out her hand to stop, "The situation has changed, let's wait and see what happens, and let Zhou Xuan take care of everything."

The hexagram just now showed a very ominous omen, almost a certain death.

Zhou Xuan didn't know what to say in front of the old ghost.

The black mist stopped in an instant, and the hexagrams showed that there was good luck in the evil, which was a harbinger of resurrection.

Of course, now is not the time to be completely out of danger.

It is said that it is brought back to life, but it may not necessarily be a return to light.

If Zhou Xuan succeeds, then everything will be fine.

If not, everyone can only wait to die obediently.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Zhou Xuan.

The old ghost's expression was cloudy and uncertain, and his bloodshot eyes showed a hint of struggle.

The black mist lingering around him was turbulent, like boiling hot water.

In the end, the demonic thoughts in his heart still defeated reason.

"Bullshit doesn't make sense, do I look like someone who needs to be saved?"

The old ghost smiled evilly, the corners of his mouth were torn to the roots of his ears, and he looked extremely evil.

Afterwards, the old ghost stretched out his palm, and squeezed hard in the direction of Zhou Xuan.

Whoa!

Black mist covered the sky, and it was almost impossible to see below.

The torches of everyone are like fragile candles, which will be extinguished by the wind in the next second.

The black mist turns into many yakshas, ​​and the yakshas have different shapes.

There are flying yakshas, ​​terrestrial yakshas, ​​yellow-skinned yakshas, ​​green-skinned yakshas and so on.

Legend has it that Yasha is a ghost who escaped from the underworld.

Infinite strength, swift stature, and unimaginable power for ordinary people.

The moment Yasha appeared, Zhou Xuan suddenly felt that he was in the underworld, and countless ghosts and gods rushed up and engulfed him.

His back was wet with cold sweat, Zhou Xuan felt a little trembling when he saw this scene.

This old ghost is really too strong.

Once the century-old resentment erupts, the power produced is so powerful.

At this time, Zhou Xuan couldn't help himself.

"Isn't it? Why did you save so many people? Isn't it just to become enlightened?" Zhou Xuan calmed down.

"Saving people is to save yourself, so, old ghost! You haven't failed, but you are only one step away."

"While there is still a chance to repent, turn back quickly!"

What he said made the old ghost shake his mind.

But the power of Moran is so powerful, how could it be deciphered by Zhou Xuan in a few words?
The old ghost was stunned for a moment, then returned to his original state.

The old ghost has begun to enter the deep level of evil.

Seeing that Yasha's weapon is about to penetrate his head.

Zhou Xuan's face remained unchanged.

Because, there is another trump card that is useless.

"Immortal life is precious, and ghost life is precious."

"The way of immortality is always auspicious, and the way of ghosts is always evil."

"Can you understand these two sentences?" Zhou Xuan smiled calmly.

Yasha's attack was less than three centimeters from the top of Zhou Xuan's head.

Although his back was already wet with cold sweat, and the strong murderous aura almost made him unsteady, he still had to continue his superficial skills.

Sure enough, after Zhou Xuan said this, the old ghost stopped.

"Immortal life is precious, and ghost life is precious. Immortal life is always good, and ghost life is always evil." The old ghost muttered to himself, carefully chewing this sentence.

The old ghost's face gradually became calm, as if he had realized something.

The churning black air seemed to have stabilized a bit.

"What's the meaning of this statement?"

The old ghost suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan's face was serious, he said slowly, and said, "Why do you want me to answer? Don't you practice it? You saved tens of thousands of people, isn't it just a precious life of immortality?"

"You have made all people live, but you have not made yourself alive. This is the last step of practice, and it is also the great calamity of enlightenment. If you take this last step, you will be able to realize the Dao."

"The way of immortality is still rising, but the way of ghosts is still falling. Just like good people do good, but the sun is not enough; evil people do evil, but the day is not enough. Those who are immortals are always happy, and those who are ghosts are always evil."

"This is the difference between precious life and precious death?"

The old ghost frowned and thought, as if he had realized something, as if a door was opening to him.

In the past, the old ghost wanted to practice immortality, but he didn't know why, and he didn't know why.

Zhou Xuan's words directly awakened the old ghost.

In fact, it's not that complicated, just because "the way of immortality is still rising, and the way of ghosts is still falling".

The black air around the old ghost has faded a lot, but there is still a trace left.

But Zhou Xuan was no longer afraid, because the conscience of the old ghost was awakened by himself.

"What is the difference between good and bad?" the old ghost said.

"Auspicious ones get rid of desires, evil ones love desires."

Zhou Xuan replied.

After finishing speaking, the golden scriptures seemed to ripple in my mind.

Boom!

"So that's how it is, that's how it is..." The old ghost cried and laughed, as if he had realized something.

The old ghost closed his eyes, and his body was covered in black mist.

In the eyes of outsiders, the old ghost seems to have relapsed.

But in Zhou Xuan's view, the temperament of the old ghost is completely different from before.

There are demons on the outside, but the right way is held on the inside.

Like a lotus flower that emerges from the mud without staining it.

The old ghost is about 1.5 meters tall, with a hunched back, as if his back was crushed by some kind of weight.

Coupled with the extremely pale skin and age spots on the face, this appearance can almost kill people at night.

The feeling of the old ghost is not the same now.

A faint golden light lingered on the old ghost's body, and when the black air met the golden light, it was as if ice and snow met the sun, and the ice melted instantly.

However, the magic dye is extremely powerful.

After all, it is the coercion of heaven, how could ordinary people be able to resist it.

And this is the last catastrophe of the old ghost, so it must be very vicious.

Soon, the black air counterattacked again, and the old ghost's appearance became ferocious again.

The golden light and the black energy complement each other, and righteousness and evil are constantly fighting.

The old ghost feels both contradictory and harmonious.

It's like a community of immortals and demons.

As time passed, the black air gradually gained the upper hand.

However, the old ghost seems to have been prepared for a long time.

I saw the old ghost holding the handle of the black umbrella.

Whoa!

The black umbrella suddenly opened, and thousands of scratches on the ribs shone golden.

The golden light dyes the black umbrella into hot gold

The black umbrella turned into a golden umbrella with thousands of scratches that looked like people's names.

The black air immediately dissipated.

The golden light retracted again, forming a circular golden halo behind the old ghost's head.

The halo seems to be virtual but not virtual, real but not real.

When Zhou Xuan stared at the halo, it seemed as if the murmurs of all living beings sounded in his ears.

Against the background of the halo and the golden umbrella, the old ghost looks very holy.

"Thank you!"

A golden halo hangs behind the old ghost's head, holding a golden umbrella, bathing in the golden light.

The clear voice of the old ghost came from the light.

"You're welcome!" Zhou Xuan said,

In fact, these understandings of Zhou Xuan came from the Durenjing.

The Human Salvation Sutra is not a tool, it is not just for resisting evil, if Zhou Xuan uses it like this, it will be a waste of money.

The above remarks are Zhou Xuan's understanding during this time.

The conversation he had with the old ghost was really meaningful, not a sophist's talk.

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