The black war ghost's face was hideous and twisted, and the ghost's eyes were bloody and tearful, as if he was crazy and asked loudly at Forget Worry;

"Dare to ask the Heavenly Master, is it wrong for us to wait for the souls of the unjust dead to follow the general, just to appease the resentment in our hearts?

Forget the worries and hear the words silently, and for a moment I was speechless;

"The general treated my brothers like brothers and sisters before his death, and now we are unjustly killed, and the soul of the general's unmarried wife does not know where it is, we follow the general and help him, but I am obsessed with finding the soul of my unmarried wife, shouldn't it really be?"

The black war spirit spoke sadly, and questioned again aggressively;

"Alas!"

Forget the worries and sigh when you hear the words, and then calm down and persuade each other with good words;

"People and ghosts have different paths, since you are dead, why should you worry about the things before you are alive! Cause and effect are debts, there is a fixed number, and the way of heaven is the most just, and those who do evil will be punished as they deserve before and after death, so why should you bother to affect yourself for this, why don't you let it go and let it return to dust!"

When the black war spirit heard this, it immediately glared at Forget Worry angrily, and roared at Forget Worry like a madman, and his voice was sad and tragic;

"Is there a cycle of cause and effect? What kind of debt have we made to fight for our family and country, and we have endured life and death for a long time, so that we have to bear such a grievance?"

Forget to hear this, and patiently explain in an indifferent tone;

"When we entered the Tao and practiced, we made an oath to wander the barren mountains and mountains for the rest of our lives, swear to eliminate the demon and defend the Dao, except for entering the world to accept disciples, we will never set foot in the red dust and world, and be contaminated with cause and effect.

When the black war spirit heard this, his hideous and distorted grimace showed an undisguised mockery, and he did not shy away from making sarcastic remarks;

"What a nameless heavenly master who has come out of the world and eliminated the demon guardian Dao, shouting the truth of the cycle of cause and effect in his mouth, but doing shameless and immoral things, isn't it that I have to swallow my anger and go to the underworld to suffer and atone for my sins?"

Forget to hear this, and explain with complicated eyes;

"If your general, just to find the soul of his unmarried wife, you don't have to go to such great lengths, according to the experience of poor Dao's life of soul exorcision and exorcism, the soul of his unmarried wife is not in the Netherworld at the moment, but is stranded in the palace, blocked by the dragon qi and unable to leave!"

Looking at the suspicious look of the black war spirit, he forgot his worries and spoke indifferently, and continued to solve his doubts;

"The Imperial Road Dragon Qi has the effect of suppressing ghosts and demons, but the Emperor of Fanchen can't do it, and he doesn't know how to use it, if your general is willing to temporarily settle his grievances and lead the war spirits to return to the Netherworld, the poor road can make an exception to find the soul of his unmarried wife and reunite him in the underworld!"

The black war spirit was silent when he heard this, forgetting his worries and seeing this, and then asked back;

"You follow the old master, in order to repay his kindness in life, willing to serve the work of dogs and horses, and even brave death, this loyalty and courage is really commendable, but it is the courage of the horseman, you can know, if you wait for the soul body to die, the soul is scattered, there will be no chance of reincarnation!"

When the black-clothed war spirit heard this, he had a posture of indifference to life and death, and he made a powerful statement;

"As you said, we have been on the battlefield in our lifetimes, and we have not died for anything, and now we have died unjustly and tragically, and we have become lonely souls and wild ghosts, so why are we afraid of disappearing, in such a cold and ruthless world, what is worthy of our nostalgia, even if we will never enter the reincarnation, we are willing to seek loyalty!"

Forgetting to hear this, he felt a headache for the stubbornness of the black war spirit, but he admired its loyalty, but now he was concerned about the silk book that quelled the catastrophe of the human race, and it was inconvenient for him to stay here for a long time, if he was forced to do so, he was even more unwilling to exhaust his mana cultivation for this purpose, so as not to delay the major event in his heart;

As soon as I thought of this, I had to make a compromise helplessly, and after a little silence, I made up my mind, and then I spoke indifferently;

"Poor Dao let you go back, and you will tell your general about today's events, if he is willing to believe in Poor Dao, so that tonight, come here to make a covenant with Poor Dao, if he is obsessed, even if Poor Dao knows that you are wronged, he will use means to forcibly overdo it!"

When the black war spirit heard this, he looked at Forget Worry suspiciously, as if he was thinking about the truth of Forget Worry, and after a little hesitation, he nodded silently, and looked at Forget Worry's eyes were also extremely complicated, and his hideous and distorted grimace gradually calmed down, looking like he wanted to say and stopped;

"Poor Dao has important things to do, it is inconvenient to stay here for a long time, and he was requested by the underworld official in advance, and now he meets Er and others, naturally he can't stand by, let alone let it go, I hope that Poor Dao will do it himself, otherwise, Poor Dao will gather Taoist friends in the hidden world and forcibly reduce Er and so on!"

Seeing this, he said a warning in an indifferent tone, and then pointed like a sword, recited the proverb mantra, and depicted the mysterious lines in the air, and a simple and mysterious sound rune appeared, and with a flick of his fingers, the volley fell on the Xuanyin rune umbrella, and a mysterious sound wave loomed;

"A Spiritual Song!Ethereal Dao Rhyme!Divine Powers! Mysterious Taoism!Hook Heaven and Earth!Attract Great Power!Release the Soul!Dissolve the Blockade!Summoning the Requiem of Spiritual Magic!Urgent as a Decree!Edict!"

The Xuanyin talisman umbrella rotated in the air, and the ghost claws of the black war soul were magically floating in the void, circulating with mysterious rhyme;

"Buzz!"

An invisible and qualitative sound wave flashed, and the black war soul suddenly felt that the soul body was light, and a strange feeling of relief was born for no reason, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart, and his eyes were even more complicated and difficult to understand, and he bowed silently to forget his worries;

"Let's get out of here, don't let down the kindness of the poor road!"

Forgetting his worries and waving his hand, he closed his eyes, and the black battle spirit saw this, silently turned into a black smoke, swirled in the shadow of the Xuanyin Talisman umbrella, and then burrowed into the ground, and disappeared;

"Alas!"

After the black war spirit disappeared, he suddenly opened his eyes, sighed gloomily at the continental sky in front of him, and then raised his hand to withdraw the Xuanyin talisman umbrella, inserted it into the bamboo box behind him with his backhand, and then habitually pulled out the piccolo on his waist, put it to his lips with a complicated expression, and released his emotions through the rhythm of music;

"Gollum!

The sound of the weeping flute, low and mournful, floated in the air, as if he thought that the weathered old man, after seeing through the chaos of the red dust, sighed for the humility of those struggling in the world, vented full of pity and suffering, and swayed the loneliness that everyone was drunk and I woke up alone;

"Alas!"

After blowing a song, he quietly got up, stared at the piccolo in his hand, and walked slowly in the warm sunshine, singing in a gloomy and sad voice;

"How troubled is the red dust!When will the grievances disappear!How ridiculous is ignorance and fearlessness!Wake up to the power of the world!Drunk and lie on the knees of a beauty!I don't know how sad life and death are..." (To be continued.) Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info)