On the seventh day of the fifth month, there is another day of the summer solstice.

On the days of anode and yin decline, although Kapok is a big ghost and is supported by Lizhu, it still looks a little restless, and the tall branches of the white pear are tied to the swing bought by the magpie, and swing carelessly under the shade of the mottled trees.

"Why don't you stay on the snowy mountains?"

Kapok looked at Jiang Ning with wet eyes, and said aggrievedly: "I said that I would accompany you to practice." ”。

Jiang Ning waved his hand, "Another day, another day." ”。

With a wave of his hand, heavy snow turned into a long dragon flying over the snowy mountain, and Shi Shiran fell from the top of his head, and the hot air in the small world dissipated slightly.

A different color flashed in Kapok's eyes, "Here, you're actually not afraid of me, are you?"

Jiang Ning smiled.

Where is Kapok thinking so much, but if he dies, this space will collapse, and Kapok will not survive.

Jiang Ning took the road without people, flew quickly, bypassed Shanyin, bypassed Qinghuai, and within a few days, he arrived at the junction of the north and the south.

The location of the Great Jin Dynasty has been far north, and the climate is snowy in winter, but it is counted in the ranks of the Thirteen Southern Kingdoms, just because it is part of the Tang Dynasty, the largest country in the Southern Regions.

Xu is the reason for the climate, the style of the northerners is also colder and harder, the Tang Dynasty is divided, the Jin, Tang, Wu, Sui four dynasties are the smallest, but the war with the Southern Tang is the most tragic. In the past ten years, the war between the Jin, Wu, and Sui kingdoms and the Southern Tang Dynasty has gradually extinguished, but small frictions are still continuing.

The so-called small friction on the eastern and western lines of the Southern Tang Dynasty is about that some mortal generals shooting each other with bows and arrows across the city wall, shouting and scolding, ten small battles are fought, and the casualties on both sides together are not enough for a hundred.

The war between the northern front and the Great Jin Dynasty was much more cruel than the east and west fronts, and if it was not fought, it would be enough.

The northern front is the most prone to death, but there is no shortage of people.

People from both countries who have the ability and ambition but have no backing like to come the most. In peacetime, there is no place for generals and martial artists, and those who want to be promoted but have no background can only rely on military merits.

As for the other third-line battlefields where there are not many relatively stable battles, they are all in the backyards of those who will plant the gate lords, and the saplings have been planted early in the morning, and when the official hat bears on the tree, they will let their juniors reach out and pick them.

It's very simple. Bringing a cavalry of two or three thousand horsemen to the enemy's territory for a safari, slaughtering a few unsuspecting mountains and villages, and cutting off some men's heads, it is ironclad evidence that tens of thousands of enemies will be killed, and it is as simple as drinking water to become an official.

The battlefields of these three fronts are all fat, and they are divided among those upper-level tyrants according to the size of their official hats, and there is not much leftover in the hands of those who have no family.

Only on the northern front, where real swords and guns are in hand-to-hand combat, these people may be able to grab a few pieces of meat to eat with their ability.

The Southern Tang Dynasty is the vein of the original Tang royal family, the strongest, and after the Datang Dynasty fell apart, it was still in the upper hand with one enemy and three enemies. Although the war on the northern front was tragic, it was the Southern Tang side that prevailed over the years. But during this period of time, the wind direction gradually changed a little.

Chu Qingcheng doesn't care so much, she just came to overtake the undead.

Chu is not a city at all. Originally with fair skin, she was barely delicate, but unfortunately as she got older, she gradually gave birth to some finches, and if she only grew on the nose, it was still cute, but it was a pity that the sky did not fulfill people's wishes, and gradually there were spots on the two cheeks. The big eyes flickered, and the smile was not only stupid, but also stupid.

She originally lived outside Junshan City on the northwest border with the border of the Great Jin and the Great Sui, and was lucky not to die in the turbulent years, but soon after a hunting trip of the Great Sui cavalry, she was separated from her parents and younger brother.

It's not so much about being separated as it is about being abandoned.

At that time, the whole town was in a hurry to run for their lives, and her father was driving the mule ahead, and she sat on the mule cart with her brother and mother in two wheels. Daddy didn't think the mule was running fast enough, and was afraid that the rangers would catch up, so he threw her out of the cart. There's no way, the girl is not as expensive as the cub.

Chu Qingcheng still survived. Because the group of rangers who chased and killed people behind were overtaken by an old man in black clothes.

The old man stripped the dead men of their skin armor, and rummaged through them one by one, and stripped them of all the trivial silver coins on them.

Chu Chengcheng was frightened at the time, thinking that the old man was about to overtake him. ran desperately, but a big black hand the thickness of a water tank grew out of the ground, grabbing her from head to toe.

The old man put a finger-sized black bottle on the ground, and then took out a black Tuxun from his arms, which was probably made from the black soil in the black kiln, anyway, there was nothing in the old man's body that was not black.

I put the earth to my mouth in a daze, and the sound that came out was not as good as the big black cow that I raised.

Then there were black clouds and black gas floating out from the ground and corpses, and they burrowed into the black bottle.

The old black man finished collecting the black gas, took the wooden stopper and slowly closed the bottle, stood on his chest with his right hand, and said 'Amitabha'.

Chu Tingcheng thought that he was going to die soon anyway, so it was better to be tougher, and no longer care about the big black hand pinching his own affairs, and said with a smile: "You old man is so weird, your hair is so long, and you still kill people, what kind of monk are you pretending to be?"

The old black man was a little embarrassed when he heard this, straightened out the black robe that was a little messy and patched, and said in a serious way: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Chu Tingcheng was angry and said with a smile: "Are you Amitabha Buddha or Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable?"

The old man thought for a while, and finally his eyes lit up, and he said, "I am Amitabha Tianzun!"

Chu Tingcheng said again: "Then what were you doing in the black just now?"

The old man patted his chest, which was as dry as dry wood, and his face was proud: "Old man, oh no, this Tianzun is surpassing those soldiers who died in battle!"

Chu Tingcheng didn't believe his nonsense, other people's super-undead are all Buddha's light, full of pure air, how can there be such a bleak scene of black pressure vulture eating meat, it must be some kind of ghost exorcism and soul service technique that cannot be on the table, and it will come immediately: "Then are you planning to overtake me too?"

The old man's eyes lit up and he shook his head with a smile.

"Then what do you want to do?" Chu Qingcheng was a little scared, she had heard that some people especially liked old cows to eat tender grass, although she was a little older, but it was better to be tender and delicious, in case of this old man who was not ashamed of the scourge, it was better to die directly under the knife of those rangers.

The old man found a flute out of nowhere, and like the bottle and the earth, it was all black and black clay kiln goods, and the black flute was stuffed into the palm of Chu Chengcheng's hand.

Chu Chengcheng became the apprentice of the black old man in such a daze, helping him play the flute.

The old man lives in the dilapidated City God Temple outside Yangzi Town, not far away, and everyone knows him, but they don't know what his name is. Just because he always likes to tinker with the black Tuxun, he calls him Lao Xun'er.

Lao Xun has no other skills, he can only do things to overkill the undead, and the food he eats in his stomach for half his life is all based on such a trick. Although he was dressed in tatters, and the excessive kung fu he used was also weird, there were always many people looking for him to do it.

The reason is simple, Spirit!

It is said that when he first came to Yangzi Town, he was hungry for a while, because the appearance of the method was too evil, and no one refused to invite him. But later, a terrible ghost was born in the mass grave outside the town, and a lot of mages, Taoists, and great monks who were overtreated to the dead in the town on weekdays were invited, but the crazy ones died and the dead escaped, and there was no one to help.

Later, someone finally thought of the strange old gentleman who lived in the Chenghuang Temple outside the town, and with the attitude of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, he took good wine, good food, and white flowers and silver to the Chenghuang Temple to invite the old man, but the old man went in less than a quarter of an hour and came out with his swarthy bottle. No!

At first, some people didn't believe it, but after a long time, they found that there was really no more haunting in the mass grave. In the decades since then, Lao Xun has never been hungry. Even the incense in the ruined City God Temple was a little stronger.

Later, those young people at the beginning became old men on crutches, and the old Xun still leaned on the stone lion in front of the City God Temple from time to time to blow his ugly and ugly black pitch Xun.

It wasn't until this time that everyone finally believed that this old man who had lived in the ruined temple for decades and lived for a living with his soul was really a living immortal on the land hidden in the world!

When Chu Chengcheng came back with the old man, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart, although she was a girl, she also knew some personnel, and the old man said that it would be okay to accept her as an apprentice, but she had nowhere to go without her father and mother. But the old man told her to play the flute for him, and who knows if it was the black flute in his hand or something disgusting?

It wasn't until she followed Lao Xuntou from the east end of Yangzi Town to the Chenghuang Temple outside Xitou Town that she saw that the villagers in the town came up to greet her with a little respect and kindness, so she let go of her hanging heart.

I have followed the old man for many years, except for Yang Zizhen, the most place I go to is the battlefield. Buddhism in the Eastern Courtyard Domain is in decline, and Taoists rarely participate in the war between the two countries. But there are always some people in the dynasty who like to make money from the dead.

You Taoists and Buddhists all want to come to my territory to accumulate merits, right? Okay, how much are these merits worth? You have to give us half of the profits. Whether it is converted into yuan liquid, or the heart method, the elixir is the best!

At first, these mountain gates like Qingxuan didn't care much about those trivial things, after all, it was their own benefit, and they took out some dregs and sent away those people in the court, they all came out of one place, and if they looked down and didn't look up, they should be regarded as giving face.

But people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, whether it is the Southern Tang Dynasty or the Great Jin Dynasty or some other dynasty, these smoky things are becoming more and more so that they almost form a trend, as if others come to you to overspend the soul are owed a lot of love to your dynasty!

In the end, the transcendence of the revenant has almost become a lucrative transaction, which can be refined to the extent that a revenant soul is worth how many yuan liquid, and a human life can be exchanged for a few bags of dregs, and some people even use conspiracies and tricks to collude with the generals of the enemy country to agree on where to fight a battle, how many people will die on both sides of us, how many undead will count yours, and how many bags of medicine dregs will count me This ridiculous, sad and shameful thing.

After all, these dirty eyes and ears were reached by Mu Tianzun, who was still alive at the time, and the old man was angry and ordered all the sects in the Eastern Court Domain not to take the initiative to spend their souls on the battlefield of any dynasty. Don't you sell the dead as merit, well, we also do the transcendent soul as a transaction. Excess undead, the price given by your dynasty is not enough, we don't care.

At first, the major dynasties didn't care, but wars always happen, and over time, there were more and more dead gases and poisonous gases on the battlefield, and the harm gradually became apparent.

In less than ten years, there have been things everywhere that have endangered the world, especially in those border fortresses, even if they have the defense of the city walls and formations, there are still people who have died at the hands of the ghosts. This is not the most terrifying, the Tianfeng Dynasty in the east of the Great Jin Dynasty and the Great Qi in the coastal area are feuding, the war has lasted for hundreds of years and has not stopped, without the people of the sect to surpass the soul in time, and finally gave birth to a blood demon of the god and elephant realm! There are seven big cities in the two countries, more than ten small cities, and hundreds of millions of living beings are all devoured by the blood demon and his minions.

If it weren't for the fact that the blood demon accidentally ran away to the sect of the Hidden Extreme Valley and was solved by the previous generation of valley masters, I don't know how many people would have died.

Things must be reversed, and since then, no one from the sect is willing to take the initiative to come out to the battlefield to surpass the undead, and the people of the dynasty come to ask for it, and the price is getting higher and higher. There is no way, although it is not a secret that the "Sutra of the Dead" of the Taoist Gate and the "Sutra of the Past Life" of the Buddhist Gate are widely circulated in the world, but the people who can really surpass the thousands of undead on the battlefield are very few even in the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism.

The price of Daomen is getting higher and higher, and the dynasty begins to think of other ways to solve the problem. For example, find someone who knows how to control ghosts and refine souls to achieve the same effect. Although there are no supernatural souls, as long as they are captured or refined, wouldn't it be the same?

Lao Xun is such a person. Chu Chengcheng also learned his black "Soul Control Formula" before he realized that he had gotten on the thief ship.

But she didn't regret it at all, without a master, she would have killed those rangers who couldn't beat the serious army and only dared to find the common people to do the black thing.

There are a lot of dead souls on the battlefield, and every time you play the flute, you have to blow your mouth dry to get them all into the bottle, and those stingy officers give twenty or thirty taels of silver at a time, and they can't afford half a drop of yuan liquid, no, half a drop of half a drop can't afford it.

The master always likes to brag that he used to be the inner disciple of the second-rate sect Soul Control Sect at the bottom of the Extreme Valley, Chu Qingcheng didn't believe it at all, although this "Soul Control Formula" was stained with the word 'trick', but it was not powerful at all, every time she caught a ghost, she had to dry the last drop of saliva in her mouth to barely catch a dozen, and the crooked and black ghost hand also bullied and bullied those rangers who only had three or four layers of blood coagulation, and when they encountered something more powerful, they had to turn around and flee. What's the matter, she is already a layer of void, and she can't even beat a blood condensation, how can the Soul Control Sect be a second-rate big evil sect, how can it have such a rubbish mental method.

Chu Tingcheng thought that the real name of the black book was probably called 'Soul Control Technique' or 'Soul Control Dafa' and other lame exercises, and the master secretly changed the book cover to find someone. As for the master who has lived for a long time, but has no great skills except for catching ghosts and bragging, it is estimated that he is just an outer disciple in a small sect such as the Heavenly Ghost Sect under the Heavenly Ghost Sect under the Soul Control Sect, the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect under the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, and the Little Ghost Sect.

If not, then why did he die so simply?

Chu Tingcheng felt that he was not good. That's why the master died.

On the fifth day of the first month of last month, when Captain Wu came to the City God Temple to find a master to go to the battlefield to do errands, there was actually no one in Songzi Town next door to Yangzi Town looking for her to spend her soul, just because she wanted to go to Songzi Town to see the Li Gongzi who had been longing for a long time.

Li Gongzi is the son of Li Yuanwai, who has a fat head and big ears and looks like a pig, but he has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he is probably better looking than girls. In the surrounding four or five towns, about ten out of ten girls miss him. Not only because he is good-looking, but also because he has a good heart. Li Yuanwai is a stingy Li peeling, but Li Gongzi always takes advantage of his father's absence in the town to give rice and grain to the poor, and he has quarreled with his father for this I don't know how many times.

Chu Chengcheng didn't want to admire Li Gongzi because of those, but because he picked up her flute, which was the black and ugly flute, and then dragged his sick body all the way from Songzi Town all the way to the City God Temple outside Yangzi Town, asking as he walked, and it took a whole half a day to pant and hand it over to her hands.

That's the guy she eats, and the master doesn't have a second ugly flute for her.

Li Gongzi changed the flute to her, which was equivalent to returning her food, she was most afraid of being hungry, so she longed for Li Gongzi.

That day was the day when Li Gongzi rushed back from the academy in the county seat, and many girls in the surrounding towns ran to Songzi Town early in the morning, and she was no exception, she had already thought of her words, and when Captain Wu ran in in a panic, she happened to run out of the City God Temple with joy!

Chu Tingcheng stood on the battlefield, holding a black flute in her hand, she knew that in the future, she could only do it by herself.

Holding the black flute in his left hand, Chu Tingcheng smiled lightly, looked up at the somewhat blurred sky, and stretched out his right hand obliquely towards the sky.

"Amitabha Heavenly Venerable!".