When Ghost Lingzi heard this, he just wanted to scold Chu Yunfeng a few words, but he was suddenly attracted by the things he handed over.

This is a scripture, the body of the book is made of a rare bone, and the white one is somewhat scary.

The hottest thing is the blood-red word "Corpse Sutra". With the vicious eyes of the ghost spirit, it can be seen at a glance that this is written with real blood.

Holding the scripture book in his hand, there was immediately a cold feeling, and he could even smell a very faint smell of blood.

It was this thing that caused a catastrophe in the Asking Sword Sect hundreds of years ago, and it almost caused a fault in the disciples of the Mortal Realm of the Asking Sword Sect.

This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to any sect.

Because the disciples of the Mortal Realm are the younger generation of the sect, once there is a fault, it means that the entire sect has no successor.

Ghost Lingzi did not rush to read the scriptures, but began to carefully look at the ingots.

For half an hour, he didn't speak, meticulously probing the physical condition of the ingot.

I don't know how long it took for him to say solemnly: "One good news, one bad news." ”

After Chu Yunfeng and Su Wan'er cast inquiring glances, Ghost Lingzi continued: "The good news is: he has no heart and can still survive, it should be because he has cultivated the Corpse Sutra since he was a child. ”

"Where's the bad news?"

Su Wan'er couldn't wait to ask.

Ghost Lingzi turned his head and glanced at the ingots again, and said slowly: "The bad news is: his current state can no longer be said to be a human being, nor is he a corpse, but a corpse!"

Corpse puppet, literally means corpse puppet. In fact, corpse puppets are similar to a kind of hostel, and after they grow to a certain extent, they will be harvested to make wedding dresses for others.

Ghost Lingzi suspects that it is very likely to be related to the "Book of Corpses".

But anyone who cultivates this sutra will be affected by some kind of constraint and will be controlled by others, and then they will lose themselves and lose themselves.

In order to confirm his statement, Ghost Lingzi spent a few days flipping through the scriptures.

As his understanding deepened, he felt more and more that this scripture was terrible.

It is not impossible for people to break through the Purple Mansion Realm, but there are very few of them, and they are extremely rare, and most of them require cultivators to go through thousands of difficulties, and even pay some kind of cruel price in order to break the barriers of the realm.

The method in "The Book of Corpses" is not cruel, but the cruelty of the means.

According to the scriptures, once cultivated, the strength will increase several times. The most tempting is not only to break through the realm barriers, but also to obtain eternal life.

People who first read it may not believe it, but at the beginning of cultivation, when the strength soars significantly, they will gradually get rid of the doubts in their hearts, be confused by the scriptures, and fall into the quagmire.

As an old Purple Mansion Realm powerhouse, Tai Shuyan naturally understands this, and I am afraid that this is the reason why he did not let Li Sheng cultivate the "Corpse Sutra" in the first place. It is not known why he did not destroy the scriptures.

The current state of ingots is no problem in a short period of time. But if you want to live better, you must continue to practice the "Corpse Sutra".

At this time, Huo Dong had already learned the news that Chu Yunfeng had apprenticed to Ghost Lingzi, and the person who came to report was Wu Xian.

"Elder of the Hall of Transmission of Meritorious Service?"

Huo Dong frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hmph! As long as you break through the Purple Mansion Realm, it doesn't matter if you are a ghost spirit or a ghost spirit child!

Accepting Chu Yunfeng as an apprentice, Ghost Lingzi did do something unauthentic, after all, Chu Yunfeng was brought into the sect by Huo Dong.

Generally in the sect, there is an unwritten rule, that is, whoever brings the disciples belongs to whose name.

If a new disciple arrives in the Gangqi Realm and has not yet formally apprenticed, he will have the opportunity to accept him as an apprentice.

Of course, if the qualifications of a new disciple are very good, the matter of snatching disciples will also happen from time to time.

In this case, if the elders of both sides do not give in, the strength duel will be given priority, and the wishes of the new disciples will be considered second.

Although the ghost spirit son is low-key in the sect and rarely shows his strength, at least he is also an existence that can participate in the decision-making of the sect.

Being able to participate in the decision-making of the sect is at least the strength of the Purple Mansion Realm.

Huo Dong's idea was that as long as he broke through the Purple Mansion Realm, he would have the strength to be on an equal footing with the Ghost Lingzi. Even if he did anything to Chu Yunfeng, the sect would also weigh the role of a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator on the sect.

However, there is another premise, that is, Chu Yunfeng did not show extraordinary potential.

No matter which sect you are in, it is a taboo to do something to your disciples, especially to genius disciples, which is intolerable to all sects, unless you want to destroy your foundation.

"Master, what should be the state of the ingots?"

Chu Yunfeng's cultivation days were short, and in the face of such a thorny problem, he couldn't come up with a solution for a while.

Ghost Lingzi pondered for a moment and said, "He is no longer human, and if he wants to live, he can only continue to practice the Corpse Sutra." ”

"What?"

Chu Yunfeng was taken aback.

"Didn't you say that cultivating the Corpse Sutra would be hindered by others, and there would be endless troubles?"

The ghost spirit stroked his beard and said thoughtfully: "Saion lost his horse, how do you know if it is a blessing!"

Dropping these words, the ghost spirit left the main hall by himself.

After careful consideration, Ghost Lingzi printed a copy of the scriptures and handed it to Chu Yunfeng, letting him be in charge of the cultivation of ingots.

For the sake of safety, the ingots could not be cultivated in the Yunxiao Immortal Sect, and Chu Yunfeng could only take the ingots out of the mountain gate.

Before leaving, Ghost Lingzi pointed out a place for them - the general's mound.

The general's mound is located in a netherworld, where ghosts haunt and are inaccessible all year round.

In the cultivation realm, in addition to the powerhouses of the top forces, many monks will find a quiet place in the general's tomb and sit quietly when they are in the future.

For thousands of years, there are many bones buried here, and how many souls have wandered, and over time, a netherworld has been formed.

Legend has it that in the deepest part of the Netherworld, there is a shogun's hall that has stood for thousands of years, and an unknown general is enshrined in it, from which the name of the shogun's mound comes from.

As soon as he entered the Netherworld, a dark wind blew in his face, and many looming figures followed, all of them were ghosts wandering nearby.

Some of these ghosts are scholars, holding folding fans in their hands, with a graceful demeanor, but talking eloquently into the air; some are pairs of Taoist couples, looking at each other with affection, raising their hands to touch each other's faces; and still others are kind old men, sitting upright, breathing and breathing, and in the blink of an eye, they are just a pinch of rising sand.

They seem to exist, but they don't belong to this world.

In this situation, Chu Yunfeng only felt that his scalp was numb, and it was very difficult to even lift his toes.

This place, it's so weird!

Just as he was hesitating, a mournful voice came from behind.

When I turned around, I saw a team of people carrying a luxurious sedan chair, slowly approaching.

"Woo woo, master, you can't die, if you die, what will we do?"

In the sedan chair, you can vaguely hear several women crying.

"Your Excellency, you can't die!"

Outside the flower bridge, many guards and servants cried to a sad place, knelt down involuntarily, and the sedan chair also stopped.

"Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, don't I leave you property, isn't it enough for you to spend a lifetime?"

The sedan chair stopped suddenly, and an impatient voice sounded. Judging from the voice, it should be a middle-aged man.

Not long after, a man in his forties walked out of the sedan chair, confirming Chu Yunfeng's guess.

The more he looked at the mourning faces of these people, the more irritable the man became, and in a fit of rage, he overturned the sedan chair and rudely drove them away quickly.

After that, the man turned his head and noticed Chu Yunfeng, who had been standing for a long time, as well as the ingots beside him.

Yuan Bao wears a black cloak and a black mask, making it impossible to see his abnormality. The man's eyes naturally fell on Chu Yunfeng.

After approaching, he looked at it very impolitely for a long time before the man spoke: "Little brother, you are so young, you have been replaced with an incurable disease! Alas, Fan Mou has lived for more than 40 years, and his life is already short-lived, I didn't expect you to be much more pitiful than me!

Observed like a monkey, Chu Yunfeng was already unhappy, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes for a while, and said angrily: "You just suffered from an incurable disease! Open your big eyes and take a good look, the young master has a hard body! My friend, he is not in good health, bring him here for a walk, do you know?"

Chu Yunfeng said, pointing at the ingots with his finger.

When Fan Chong heard this, he looked at Yuanbao's body, and really felt a dead breath, and he did not doubt him.

"Meeting is fate, let's go on the road together!"

Fan Zhong said, took out a handful of dust, changed into a robe, and walked in front.

Dig a groove!

This guy turned out to be a Taoist priest! He actually became an uncle in the world, not only raising a group of attendants, but also women. The voice of the woman in the sedan chair before sounded no less than three people.

This is a flower priest!

"Hey, Daoist Hua, you are damaging the reputation of the Daomen like this, raising women outside, aren't you afraid that your master will expel you from the sect?"

"Cut! Isn't it just sleeping with a few women, it's a big fart!

Fan Chong didn't pay attention to it at all like a nobody.

It's a matter of salty eating radishes!

Whew~Whew~

The wind rose again, and the wind whined through the branches, and the hearts of those who listened to it were furious.

Fan Chong, who walked in front, walked calmly, and did not look like a seriously ill person at all. And, looking at that, it's not the first time I've been to the Netherworld.

"Wow!"

In the midst of the howling wind, a terrible cry passed through his ears, and before Chu Yunfeng could react to what was going on, a wound was cut on his arm, leaving a deep scratch.

"Look for death! In front of the Dao Master, you dare to be so rampant! Go to death!"

Fan Chong quickly returned to his defense, and a whisk of dust hit the air in front of Chu Yunfeng. Immediately after, a hideous-looking old woman appeared in her original form, turned into black smoke, and dissipated into the air.