He Qingmo made a great alarm bell, subconsciously protecting his body with spiritual power, he held the sword in his left hand and was about to unsheath it. Who would have guessed that the wind and rain behind him suddenly slammed into his pockets, and the threat suddenly disappeared without a trace. Feeling surprised, he turned his head for a moment, and saw a person standing in the corner, with the cloak from head to toe, the hood covering half of the face, revealing the familiar lower half, the figure almost blending with the darkness of the corner.
This is…
He Qingmo's heart skipped a beat, and the word "Ghost King" was about to come out.
The ghost king who restrains the ghosts is like one of the many ordinary tourists in this night market. Even if the other party is so strange in He Qingmo's eyes, if he deliberately hides his aura, the people who come and go will never greet him. He took a look.
He Qingmo felt that after the other party said "King Kong Ghost Suppression", things seemed to have changed.
The ghost world that trapped them was released, and they were still in the bustling city with thousands of lights. Chang Ming and the ghost king walked in the front, He Xiyun supported He Qingmo in the back, and there was a staggering chapter with a dazed expression. .
One moment they were still fighting for life and death, and the next moment they were hanging out in the night market.
The corner of his clothes was pulled, He Xiyun whispered and bit his ear.
"How do I feel, a little awkward."
Why do you just feel awkward? He Qingmo twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at Changming talking to the ghost king in front of him, not knowing how to answer her.
"Shouldn't we be in the ghost realm now?" He Xiyun confirmed to him again.
"It shouldn't be." He Qingmo thought for a while and explained a few more words to her, "If I guessed correctly, the ghost king had an old friend who was harmed by others. For some reason, I have long forgotten this passage, and it was not until the senior used the technique of capturing the mind to force out this secret that the ghost king recalled it."
He Xiyun was in a daze just now, and his attention was mostly on those ghosts and ghosts. He couldn't help but be shocked at this moment.
"King Kong Ghost Suppression Technique, isn't that a Buddhist secret technique?!"
He Qingmo: "Have you heard of it too?"
He Xiyun: "My master once told me that there are many secret techniques in Buddhism, such as the Vajra Suppression of Ghosts, which can be called extermination, and even some are indistinguishable between good and evil. In the hands of the disciples, they can even control ghosts and evil spirits and do whatever they want."
After she finished speaking, she remembered that this place is Youdu, and in the outskirts of Youdu, there is the prestigious Wanlian Buddha Land. She had an association in her heart, and her face showed a look of horror, but she didn't dare to believe her own. infer.
"… No way?"
He Qingmo obviously knew what she was thinking, his expression was light, not shocked by He Xiyun.
"Why not? Demons enter the world, people's minds change, and the world has never been truly peaceful."
He Xiyun still felt that this speculation was really shocking.
"If that's the case... Do you want to help the ghost king go to Wanlian Buddha Land to find someone?"
After encountering Changming again, one accident after another, she didn't even have time to study He Qingmo's name for Changming.
He Qingmo said in his heart that it was just right. He came to Youdu alone, and he didn't expect to face Wanlian Buddha so quickly, but now that there are Jiufang Changming and Ghost King, it's not that he can't make a breakthrough.
Thinking of the realm he had just realized at the last minute, his blood boiled for a while, but when he turned around to see He Xiyun's worry and anxiety, he couldn't help softening his expression slightly.
"If you're afraid, go back to the post house later, as if nothing happened tonight, leave Youdu early tomorrow morning, and return to the teacher's gate as soon as possible."
He Xiyun changed his face: "I know that Daoyou He is from a famous family, and his cultivation is higher than me. In your eyes, I must be a burden, but I am not a person without courage. If you go, I will definitely accompany you to the end! "
He Qingmo was at a loss, not understanding why he kindly advised her to leave, but made the other party react so fiercely.
It's just like he didn't understand why when he was in the sect, every time he didn't speak more than three sentences, he always made the sect teachers and sisters unhappy.
"It's up to you, then don't blame me for not reminding you."
He thought it was okay for him to say that, but He Xiyun seemed even more unhappy when he heard it.
"Why did you find us?"
Ahead, Changming asked the ghost king.
The two of them walked and walked like a stroll in the courtyard. The ghost king seemed to be quite interested in the many gadgets on the roadside. Sometimes he would stop and pick up one to take a closer look. What's even weirder is that the stall owners do other things on their own. , will not be introduced to him until he opens his mouth to ask, his expression is as usual, just like treating every ordinary guest, without expressing any surprise or fear about the ghost king's dress.
"Someone took the Ghost King Token and came to make a deal with me."
"Ghost King Order?"
"After I became a ghost cultivator, at first I hid in Tibet and suffered a lot of torture. I also accepted a few favors and forged a cause and effect. That person came to the door with the favor I owed at the beginning and asked me to trap you. "
"Trap us, not kill us?"
Changming chewed on the meaning, and it seemed that Wanlian Buddha had long known that they had come to Youdu, and was secretly observing their every move.
The enemy is dark and we are bright. Is the net of heaven and earth waiting for them now in Wanlian Buddha Land
"good."
Linghuyou first felt that he had lost his soul, so he was always disappointed, as if a piece was missing from his heart, until Jiufang Changming used the technique of capturing the mind to revive his memory, he realized that he did not lose his soul, but Some memories were deliberately sealed.
Minghui was killed by a Buddhist cultivator. The murderer not only killed her, but also imprisoned her soul with the Vajra Suppression Technique, and made a secret magic container. Minghui would rather lose her soul than give in. In the end, all the jade and stones were burned. The Buddhist cultivators perished together, but Minghui died, but the Buddhist cultivators did not die.
In order to take revenge, he had to give up his original cultivation, commit suicide to cultivate his soul, and become a ghost cultivator.
Many years have passed, he has become a ghost king, and even people in Buddhism need to ask him to do things, but he has forgotten Minghui and his original intention of becoming a ghost cultivator.
"When are we going to Wanlian Buddha Land?" the Ghost King asked.
If it weren't for the variable of Changming, he would be a pawn in the layout, and he would be placed in Youdu by Wanlian Buddha, and he would become the eagle dog they drove and sent.
No matter what, the ghost king couldn't hold his breath.
"It's not yet time, in two days, wait for the fifteenth day of July." Chang Ming said.
"Why wait?"
The ghost king was impatient, he wanted to go now and hit Huanglong directly, his ghost fire couldn't wait to burn it to ashes.
Chang Ming knew what he was thinking, "The background of the Wanlian Buddha Land is far beyond your imagination. Going directly now is the real self-inflicted trap. The yin qi is the most prosperous during the Mid-Yuan Festival. With the help of the qi of heaven and earth, your The strength will also be greatly improved, on the contrary, the power of Buddha's land to suppress ghosts will be relatively weakened, which is most beneficial to us."
The ghost king frowned, barely suppressing his anxiety, and his eyes fell on the small pendant that was swaying in front of him.
"What is that?"
"Persimmons symbolize good luck in everything. There is a custom of hanging this thing to ward off evil spirits during the Mid-Yuan Festival."
"Why have I never heard of it?"
"It seems to have arisen in the past two years. I haven't heard of it before." Changming paused, "How long have you been in the world?"
Ghost King: "I don't remember, the year I entered the ghost realm, there seemed to be a teenage emperor named Hong Zhi in the world."
Chang Ming: ... That's at least a hundred years.
He thought that he was living in Huangquan, and he was blocked enough, but now there is someone who is even more incomprehensible.
This was not the end, Chang Ming soon discovered that what he brought back was not just a ghost king who had been isolated from the world for hundreds of years.