The yin god of the underworld is nowhere to be found, and the artifact suppresses the underworld and guides reincarnation.

This kind of samsara is naturally fair and orderly, but it lacks forgiveness. Similarly, once the ghost door is closed, the lonely soul and wild ghost will stay in the yang world, and it will be raging and unscrupulous, and no one can cure it.

Zhang Daoran's arrival, the ghosts in the courtyard, instinctively felt fear. Cowered into a ball, but refused to step into the ghost gate. The screams were piercing and terrifying.

"If it weren't for the poor Dao to lay out a formation and isolate this place from the world, I'm afraid the residents here would have nightmares one after another..."

Zhang Daoran found that this place was abnormal, and his first reaction was that he was a demon and a monster, deliberately opening the ghost door to let the ghosts of the underworld go out of the underworld and wreak havoc on the world.

When I got here, I found that it was an ordinary person who inadvertently opened the ghost door.

Zhang Daoran ignored the ghosts huddled together, and strode to the collapsed altar: "If the altar is there, the incense will not be extinguished, the white candle will not be extinguished, and the ghosts will naturally not be chaotic." Ordinary people, being able to open the ghost gate can be regarded as a fate..."

Glancing at Master Zeng, who was scared to death, Zhang Daoran sighed: "You deserve to die at this time..."

This Master Zeng is not only greedy for life, but also wants to blame him for this matter. How can Zhang Daoran hide this point? Even though Zhang Daoran is broad-minded, he is also a little annoyed.

Picking up the fallen divine map of the altar, Zhang Daoran was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that you, an ordinary person, actually know how to draw a divine map..."

At this time, Master Zeng's soul was already out of his body, standing beside the corpse blankly, perhaps not yet understanding why he died like this.

"I'm going to Huangquan here, I hope you can have some understanding. In the next life, don't be so greedy... The things of ghosts and gods, you don't have a way, how can an ordinary person control it?",

Shaking his head, this Master Zeng didn't expect that by chance, he comprehended metaphysics and drew a divine map to guide the demon god. He didn't know that it wasn't feasible to do it at midnight, and that it had to be done after midnight, or before midnight.

Nowadays, it is even more to catch up with the season when yin and yang alternate, yin and yang are balanced, and the way of all things is revived.

"Dao Chief... Dao Chief..."

At this time, Master Zeng came out of the daze, and he saw Zhang Daoran at first sight. became a ghost, only to find that Zhang Daoran was like a god, with golden merits on his body, turned into a legal theory, covering his body and unable to recognize his face.

This kind of golden light made him, as a ghost, gush out of awe from the depths of his heart.

Instinctively kneeling on the ground, Master Zeng kept kowtowing and begging: "Please save me... Please help me..."

Master Zeng thought that in the Yang Realm, there would be such cultivators, no, this is a god...

In the entire courtyard, countless ghosts, seeing this god, instinctively retreated, and did not dare to move forward. Master Zeng felt ashamed of his own practice: "I am so ignorant, so self-defeating..."

The practice of opening the altar requires a certain amount of cultivation as support. At the very least, when there is an accident, the ability to deal with it. It's not like now, when the door of ghosts is wide open and ghosts are pouring out.

If he had a certain amount of cultivation, he would have already discovered the abnormality in the sky above the courtyard, found a way to deal with it, and closed the ghost gate again. In this way, everything he did would not be in vain, and he would not lose his life because of it.

"Your fate is determined, and you deserve to die in Huangquan tonight..."

Zhang Daoran glanced at Master Zeng lightly: "Huang An's matter is that Ah San is to blame, he has harmed too many people, and he has done evil in his fate, and he has his own heavenly harvest... Ah San can't be saved, otherwise how can the poor Dao not take action and let the evil spirit run rampant in the world?"

Master Zeng's ghost was a little dazed, and he suddenly realized that this person with golden light on his body was the little Taoist priest Huang An wanted to find trouble.

Surprised, unbelievable, Master Zeng never thought that this little Taoist priest would have such magical powers.

"Really no chance of survival?"

Master Zeng was a little desperate: "What about my family?"

"Your family?"

Zhang Daoran put down the divine map in his hand, and his figure fluttered: "Sometimes there must be in life, and there are many evils to be collected by the sky... You still don't understand this, what is the life of your family, and the poor don't want to interfere. What virtues your family has, you know for yourself..."

Master Zeng's soul trembled, and almost collapsed.

What evil has his family done?

His daughter aside, his son, who followed him to deceive people when he was a child, was a prop for him to deceive people. His wife has fooled countless people.

As for him, he is even pretending to be a god stick, calling himself the savior of the world, this time Huang An, how can he not say that it is his calculation?

"If you do evil in the world, you will have your own prefecture to try it after death. You borrowed the name of the ghosts and gods, and so did your family... I won't return to the underworld now because of your soul, and I will taste the sadness of the world in the future..."

Zhang Daoran can change people's lives, but he will never tamper with the way of heaven indiscriminately.

Master Zeng's own life belongs to him. The fate of his family naturally has a fixed number.

"Ugh..."

Zhang Daoran sighed, and with a wave of his sleeves, a terrifying suction force came from the ghost gate... Above the sky, so many clouds, collapsed in an instant... The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the sky is clear.

Master Zeng was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect this little Taoist priest to have such a powerful mana that he could control the ghost gate.

Just as he was about to plead again, the terrifying suction of the ghost gate sucked him in.

Zhang Daoran's eyes were like electricity, piercing through the void, stretching out a hand, shaking it in the void, in the hidden place in the room, several hidden evil ghosts, instantly collapsed with evil qi on their bodies, and were dragged into the underworld by the ghost gate.

"The yang world is not a place where you will stay for a long time, or you will return to the underworld, and accept the fate arrangement from now on..."

His eyes scanned the void, and he scanned every corner of the entire formation, until all the ghosts entered the Ghost Gate, and Zhang Daoran closed the Ghost Gate.

After thinking about it, Zhang Daoran's mind moved, and several divine patterns appeared at the center of his eyebrows, which were imprinted on the ghost gate.

The originally gray Ghost Gate Pass was bright in an instant, and there was a faint burst of fairy sounds: "The Ghost Gate Pass is the gateway connecting the underworld and the yang, but I didn't expect it to have been destroyed..."

His eyes looked like a void: "On the one hand, they should also go down the mountain and capture the ghosts that have escaped for hundreds of years back to the underworld..."

As soon as his mind moved, the surrounding formations were put away by Zhang Daoran.

Slowly rising into the air, Zhang Daoran looked at the entrance of the village, and then looked at Ah San lying on the recliner, his indifferent face was full of helplessness: "The evil I have done needs to be repaid by myself... If you are innocent, why do you have to sit idly by? So do you. Even if it is self-cultivation, it can't erase the sins of the past..."

Leaving a sigh, Zhang Daoran disappeared in an instant.

At the entrance of the village, Huang An, who was sitting in the car, trembled inexplicably, and felt a very uneasy feeling: "Go..."

He felt as if an invisible hand was grasping his lifeline.

Perhaps, this invisible hand can kill him in the next moment.

Hu Quan was a little puzzled, but still patted the driver: "Huang Ye let you go... Huang Ye, where are you going?"

Huang An calmed down, he got out of the car first, and looked in the direction of Master Zeng's home: "I always feel that something is wrong, I can't tell what it is..."

He got into the car, frowning.

Above Master Zeng's house, the dark cloud had disappeared, but now, he had only left Master Zeng's house for only ten minutes: "Let's go to Master Zeng's house......"