No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right?

　　 Kukai was stunned.

　　 He did see a beam of golden light flashing by, not far away.

　　 It's a pity that the white mist blocked his vision and couldn't see who it was.

　　 "Is it a powerhouse of Taoism, or a Buddhist monk?"

　　 Kukai was a little surprised.

　　 can condense the existence of the golden light, and the whole Jin country is one of the few.

　　 It is extremely difficult for a monk to condense the golden light.

　　 First of all, we must gather the power of a thousand merits, and the power of a thousand merits can be obtained without killing a thousand souls.

　　 is the real conversion. Kukai has spent fifteen years, but it has accumulated more than 670 merits.

　　 There is still a long way to go if you want to make up one thousand Dao Dao, and even if you gather the power of a 1,000 Dao Dao, you can only shape the Buddha's golden body, and then it will nurture the golden light.

　　 So being able to have the existence of the golden light of degree, they are all masters of Taoism, real masters of Taoism.

　　The golden light shines, washing away grievances.

　　 Linhe Ghost Tomb has recently experienced turbulence, but some turbulence has only occurred. The monk in the temple believes that the seal of Linhe Ghost Tomb is a bit loose and asked him to come and investigate.

　　 Unless it is the resurrection of the ghost king, otherwise, it is impossible to attract a master of Taoism.

　　 "I think I should be a senior, but unfortunately, I can't walk around. There are two donors here. If I leave, ghost repairs will come to trouble them."

　　 Kukai was a little uncomfortable, he wanted to meet this master of Taoism.

　　 But thinking that Ye Ping and Su Changyu were by the side, he didn't dare to leave, lest he left by himself and let those ghosts come in.

　　 is also at this time.

　　 In the white mist, a group of lonely ghosts gathered.

　　 "Why haven't Lan'er and Yang Wen come back for so long?"

　　 "Yes, this has been half an hour, if it is dragged on, once the formation disappears, it will be troublesome."

　　 "Will they be in danger?"

　　 There are about twenty or thirty lonely wild ghosts. They are a small force in Linhe Ghost Tomb. They usually catch some lonely monks and absorb each other's Yang Qi.

　　 "Impossible, those two are just qi training monks. Yang Wen and Lan'er are at least ghost soldiers Dzogchen, which is equivalent to qi training, unless they provoke the monk, but I didn't notice the power of Dharma."

The man headed by 　　 said so, his tone very firm.

　　 "My lord, would those two people pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, they seem to be practicing aura, but in fact they are foundation builders, just trying to attract us?"

　　 "Otherwise, two qi training monks, one of them is still on the second level of qi training, dare to come to the river ghost grave?"

　　 A resentful said so, appearing very curious.

　　As soon as I said this, the rest of the wild ghosts couldn't help but be surprised.

　　 Thinking carefully, it's really possible.

　　 "It should be impossible. Linhe Ghost Tomb has millions of grievances. Maybe he can deceive us, but he can't deceive other evil spirits. Even if it is true, there is no need to worry."

　　 "I have broken through to the realm of ghosts, even if the two of them are monks at the foundation of Dzogchen, it can't help me."

　　 "Could it be that they can still condense the golden light?"

　　 The leader of this group of wild ghosts is very confident, he is a monk in the ghost state, equivalent to the monk's foundation building.

　　 In addition, this place is Linhe Ghost Tomb, which is inherently bonus for them.

　　 In a battle with the realm, even if he fails to fight, it is absolutely impossible to die in the hands of the opponent, so he has no fear.

　　 Therefore, the ghosts nodded one after another.

　　 It's true, even if Ye Ping and Su Changyu really play as pigs and eat tigers, what can they do?

　　 Is it possible to pretend to be a golden pill to practice Qi?

　　 This is basically impossible, and it is also impossible for real Jindan to come to such a place.

　　 It's impossible to really play the golden light, right?

　　 is also when the ghosts are thinking.

　　Abruptly, a voice sounded.

"I'm coming!"

　　 As the voice sounded, the resentful souls rallied.

　　 Sure enough, a familiar figure appeared in the eyes of the ghosts.

　　 For a while, these resentful souls were all excited.

　　 "Don't move around, let him come over again, lest he be spoiled by the smelly monk."

　　 "Also don't kill him directly. Frighten him first. The Liushen Wuzhu will frighten him. We better absorb Yang Qi."

　　 The leader of this group of lone souls spoke, so that the resentful souls should not get excited, and wait for Ye Ping to get closer to start.

　　 "Boss, don't worry, I will scare him to death."

　　 "Hey hey, finally someone came, we must play slowly."

　　 "Yes, I just hope this guy will not be scared to death by us just like the person last time."

　　 These wild ghosts laughed, they looked very excited and couldn't wait.

　　 not far away.

　　 Ye Ping held the flying sword in his hand, and his expression was very gloomy.

　　 He is very depressed.

　　 Didn’t you say that this is Linhe Ghost Tomb? Why did you leave before a stick of incense? I haven't seen a lonely grave wild ghost.

　　Ghost?

Where did you go?

　　 are all dead?

　　 Ye Ping was very uncomfortable. He finally learned the method of transcendence. He was thinking about making some merit, but he didn't expect to encounter a ghost.

　　 This feeling is uncomfortable, Ye Ping can't describe it.

　　 Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but feel resentment.

　　 But at this moment, suddenly, Ye Ping couldn't help being taken aback.

　　 Too much to relieve the sutra, not only to relieve the dead, but also to relieve resentment.

　　 I have resentment now, can it be reduced?

　　 If you save yourself, will you have merit?

　　If there is merit, can't it be self-produced and sold?

　　 Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but patted his head, and a faint golden light sank from the Tianling Gai.

　　 This is the degree of golden light.

　　 The next moment, an indescribable feeling appeared.

　　 As if entering the sage mode, all the worries, pressure, and depression were all gone.

　　 The only pity is that the wood gains merit.

　　 But this feeling is good, there is a feeling of enlightenment and wisdom, which makes people feel happy.

　　 "Although there is no power of merit, it can bring oneself into a state of enlightenment, open wisdom, and eliminate troubles, which is not bad."

　　 Ye Ping commented on himself.

　　 has no merit, but it can eliminate troubles, which is very good.

　　 However, just when Ye Ping thought about it.

　　Abruptly, a gust of cloudy wind blew.

　　 In an instant, some low and hoarse voices sounded.

　　 "I...dead...it's so miserable."

　　 The voice is extremely low, with a wailing, it sounds creepy.

　　 Ye Ping was stunned at this moment.

　　 Clouds of black mist appeared, turning into evil ghosts, headless ghosts, severed ghosts, and some grievances, all covered with blood, looking terrible.

　　 Yin wind blew, wailing sounded, dozens of resentful souls crawling on the ground, one by one staring at Ye Ping with grievances.

　　 These resentful souls, seeing Ye Ping who was already'stupid' in place, couldn't help laughing in their hearts, thinking that Ye Ping was already scared.

　　 They enjoy this fear.

　　 But at the next moment.

　　 Ye Ping came back to his senses, his eyes...showed a surprise.

Uh?

　　 Surprise? ? ?

　　 The ghosts were taken aback.

What does it mean?

Shouldn't 　　 be fear?

　　 Why are you still surprised?

　　 All the resentful souls were a little confused.

　　 Ye Ping, who returned to his senses, was indeed full of joy. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 When he looked for a stick of incense, he did not find a resentful soul, but he did not expect dozens of resentful souls to appear all at once.

　　 How can this not make him happy?

　　 "I died so wrong."

　　 "I'm so painful."

　　 "I feel so uncomfortable."

　　 At this time, a blood-stained resentment came to Ye Ping's feet. He grabbed Ye Ping's ankles, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

　　 This is a hanged ghost with cyan marks on his neck.

　　 The Hanging Ghost looked at Ye Ping directly. He was looking forward to Ye Ping's next performance.

　　 But the next moment, Ye Ping directly squatted down, looking at the hanged ghost with compassion on his face.

　　 "Are you really in pain?"

　　 Ye Ping asked compassionately.

　　 The voice sounded, and the hanged ghost could not help but be taken aback?

　　What do you mean?

　　 Why do you ask me if it hurts?

　　 Me, you still want to surpass me?

　　 Brother, be serious, okay? I am a ghost.

　　 Can you give me a reaction from a normal person?

　　 You cry and show me, OK?

　　 The hanged ghost couldn't help but vomit.

　　 Although he complained inwardly, the hanged ghost still looked at Ye Pingdao miserably.

　　 "Yes, I'm so painful, can you help me."

　　 The words of the hanging ghost are full of misery, and the eyes are even more spiteful.

　　 But at this moment.

　　 Ye Ping's voice rang in his ears.

　　 "It's okay, you won't be in pain right away."

　　 The voice sounded.

　　 is not waiting for the hanged ghost to react.

　　 A beam of golden light appeared in Ye Ping's palm.

　　 In an instant, the grievances were stunned.

　　 degree of golden light?