Chapter 35 Ghost Cultivation Zhang Dongyang

"Little doll, what's your name, why are you crying here alone?" The servant Li Si had good eyes, obviously watching the little girl crying, and felt uncomfortable, so he knelt down and picked her up from the ground.

The girl was held in his arms, and she didn't even cry, just looked at Li Si blankly. After looking at it for a while, her small mouth tilted and an unnatural smile appeared.

"Don't ......" Li Yiyi, who had been watching from the sidelines, was shocked when he saw the little girl with that ghostly smile, and hurriedly opened his mouth to stop Li Si.

But it was still too late, I saw that after the girl laughed, she touched Li Si's chest with her pink and tender little hands, and then a bloody and still beating lump of meat was held by her, which was Li Si's heart.

Li Si did not have the slightest wound on his chest, obviously he was taken out of the air by the girl. Without a heart, he didn't realize it, with an amiable smile on his face, and his body didn't fall. It's just that judging from his stiff eyes and body, it is obvious that he is already a dead man.

Li Yiyi had never seen such a bloody and strange scene, which frightened him on the spot, as if the three souls had scattered seven spirits, his face was colorless, his muscles and skin trembled, and he had goosebumps all over his body.

But at the moment of life and death, he was not allowed to think too much, so he immediately turned around and ran, ran lifelessly, took out all the strength of his life, and ran forward desperately. I stayed away from the terrifying little girl, I was afraid that I would be like Li Si and be taken out of my heart.

"Giggle......

The girl's laughter at this time was like a life-threatening bell, swaying in Li Yiyi's ears, making his heart feel like ashes.

"Childe, you run, I'll block it," At this time, another servant ran and came to Li Yiyi's side.

"Okay then......" Li Yiyi saw that he was fine, and immediately grabbed the servant's arm, let him flick back, and continued to run wildly.

"Ah......h

A terrible scream swept across the sky, startling a large number of wild birds, which fled, spreading their wings and flying away.

"Giggle......

The laughter is still alive.

Li Yiyi panicked and ran wildly, but as he ran, he gradually became exhausted, and he couldn't run. Just wanted to stop the meeting, the laughter of the girl behind him came behind him, no matter how he ran, the laughter seemed to be in his ears.

He turned his head and saw that the girl was lying on his shoulder at some point.

Suddenly, Li Yiyi's liver and gallbladder were frightened, as if he wanted to burst, his soul seemed to be misplaced, his legs were weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Then, his eyes went black, and he passed out.

I don't know how long it took, but in the darkness, there was a whisper:

"The sky is clear, the earth is vast, all things are destroyed, the dead are dead, the soul is hanged, the nothingness is gathered, yin and yang are refined, the ghost veins are opened, the ghosts are lured, and the ghosts and spirits are exorcized......"

In this burst, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes high and sometimes low, in the murmuring voice, Li Yiyi opened his eyes.

His eyes were as black as ink, like two hollow black holes, which made people feel uneasy. At this time, his face was as pale as snow, his long black and shiny hair was scattered, and there was no trace of a living person on his face. The only sign that he seemed alive was his dark purple lips, which opened and closed up and down, and kept muttering the spell-like, obscure words.

At this time, he sat naked cross-legged, on a black cloth embroidered with strange shapes, his hands on his lower abdomen, and pinched the strange fingers. Up and down his body, the black gas was swirling, and he couldn't go away, and the whole person was also hidden in the surrounding black mist.

Next to his leg, a quaint oil lamp is glowing green. As Li Yiyi breathed and breathed, the oil lamp was also bright and dark, sometimes bright and sometimes off, as if it was a living creature that could breathe.

After seven days like this, Li Yiyi's eyes gradually returned to normal, and the black qi around his body also disappeared. The black cloth he was sitting on turned into a pitch-black robe after a burst of black mist, enveloping his ** body.

"Yes, it's still a young and vigorous body!" When everything returned to normal, Li Yiyi raised his hands and looked at it for a long time. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, but his voice looked extremely old.

But at this moment, a mutation protruded. I saw the quaint oil lamp, and suddenly the lights were bright, and in the green lamp, a wisp of black light shot out, which instantly drilled into Li Yiyi's brain.

"No...", a scream, with endless unwillingness, was released from his mouth. Then, his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, in the endless darkness, in a daze, Li Yiyi had one after another, bizarre dreams.

In his dream, he seemed to have experienced hundreds of years of long years, with sorrows and joys, sufferings and beauty, all kinds of life encounters, joys and sorrows, enmities, love and hatred, all like memories in the dream, flowing and whirling, and gradually imprinted countless traces of time.

The first dream was a sad and sad childhood.

It was a time of famine, and one day in a dry month, in the middle of the day, in a filthy stable, a baby fell to the ground with a croak.

The girl who gave birth to him had died because of blood loss. The girl, whose face was only twelve years old, was full of excruciating pain, and it was evident that she had endured indescribable pain during childbirth.

When the girl died, she was thrown into a grave and fed to wild dogs, along with the baby she had born.

Miraculously, the baby did not die. When a huge wild dog opened its bloody mouth to him, his first cry was delayed for a long time, and finally broke out of his throat.

With endless grievances, to the world where he was born, releasing the sad cry in his heart.

The wild dogs, who often eat the dead, seemed to feel something when they heard this, and after roaring, they scattered and ran away.

It was his cry that also attracted a passing villager. The villager brought the baby home, decided to raise him, and gave him a name: Zhang Dongyang.

But within three years, his adoptive father, who had never married a wife because of poverty, stole a steamed bun from the rich man's house in the village in order to give him a bite to eat, and was beaten to death by the rich man.

Since then, when he was less than three years old, he lived a life of begging. Wandering around, helpless, and enduring all kinds of suffering and despair in the world alone.

When he was nine years old, on a snowy night, he went to the river to give him a bite to eat, and when he was carrying water, he met a young girl passing by.

The girl saw that he was pitiful, so she took him to a place called the Ghost Burial Mountain. Since then, he has followed that girl and lived a fairly peaceful life.

When he grew up, he realized that the people in this ghost burial mountain all belonged to a sect called the Ghost Vein Sect, and everyone cultivated the "Ghost Vein True Scripture" in the sect. They sense the spiritual essence between heaven and earth every day, gather nothingness, and refine yin and yang, in order to achieve the pursuit of driving ghosts and gods for their own use.

His master, the girl who brought him back, was just an ordinary disciple at the lowest level of the sect. The two of them, master and apprentice, are often bullied by other fellow teachers and brothers because of their low status in the sect, and their cultivation days are not easy.

It turned out that a senior disciple of an elder in the sect had been peeking at his master's beauty and wanted to keep it for himself and let her be his concubine. And his master has always been unwilling, and it is not easy to offend, so he can only endure humiliation and bear the burden, and refuse to obey. Therefore, I will always be embarrassed by other fellow students, and I will always find trouble for them when I have nothing to do.

After a long time, the two depended on each other, and after a long time of falling in love, they made a private decision for life. I want to use this to get rid of the entanglement of that high disciple.

Who knows, after this matter was known by the senior disciple, in order to take revenge on them, he reported it to the top of the sect. This kind of thing was not a taboo in the sect, but because of the strong opposition of that high disciple, they were still ruthlessly attacked by the sect.

In order to save him, his master gave up his body and was killed by the high disciple. Forced into desperation, he had no choice but to escape from the Ghost Burial Mountain, and since then he has lived a life of helpless escape.

His cultivation time was short, his own cultivation was low, and he didn't dare to avenge his master, and he had to avoid the blows of the sect at all times, so he had to flee everywhere. In this way, in the run, he went to many places, experienced countless people, and countless things.

Until he achieved a small degree in cultivation, his lifespan was also extended to a limited extent, but because he couldn't let go of his master at that time, when he fought with that master, he was injured by him, resulting in his cultivation, which has not been able to achieve great success, and there is no hope of revenge, and his lifespan is about to be exhausted.

After countless baptisms over a long period of time, he returned to the small mountain village in his childhood memories with full sorrow, which is also the village where his adoptive father once lived, and now Zhangjia Village.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the once small mountain village has undergone earth-shaking changes, and it can no longer be found in the memory of childhood.

But this is where he was born, when he was eight years old, he learned that his biological mother, who had been sold to others as a servant since he was a child, and in addition to heavy work every day, he had to be ruined by the head of the family and other male maids, so that he could not find out who his biological father was.

The long passage of time has drowned countless loves, hatreds, and hatreds, and it is in vain to pursue them. Here he found a mountain, lived a life of seclusion, and quietly waited for the return of the years.

The avenue has not been completed, the blood revenge has not been avenged, and his life has come to an end. The unwillingness in his heart made him unwilling to pass away, and used secret techniques to attach a trace of his soul to the magic weapon left to him by his master, the soul gathering lamp, in order to wait for the destined person to come, invade the other party's divine consciousness, fuse the soul, and take away the life and longevity of others.

Later, in the soul lamp, he sensed countless people who came to disturb him through the ghost dolls he had raised for many years, and selected the right person from them, but he couldn't wait for the right person.

Until the arrival of Li Yiyi and the three of them, he sensed Li Yiyi's spirit that was different from others, and saved the other party's life from the ghost doll's hands, and let the ghost doll take him to his secret room. Through the secret technique of ghost veins, he performed the method of seizing away that is intolerable to heaven and earth, and people and gods are angry.

After several days of hard work, in that 1 in 10,000 chance, it seemed that he was about to succeed, but he still fell short, he was counterattacked by the secret method, and his remnant soul consciousness was forced to be helpless, and he fused with Li Yiyi's divine consciousness.

From then on, you have me, I have you, and I can't tell each other......

When Li Yiyi woke up completely, through the scenes of the dream, like his own memory, he also understood the reason for the incident. I also knew that the person in the dream was the old man who lived on this Dongyang Mountain: Zhang Dongyang.

Perhaps it was because after the two fused, regardless of each other, Li Yiyi did not have a trace of resentment in his heart, nor did he have a trace of happiness. At this moment, his heart was like water, and there were no mood swings.

"Senior Zhang, in my lifetime, I will definitely help you find the culprit and pay tribute to your master's spirit in the sky..."

Although he has Zhang Dongyang's memory, he has not been able to inherit the slightest trace of the ghost vein cultivation method he practiced, and he still needs Li Yiyi to concentrate on cultivation by himself.

In the next few days, Li Yiyi did not take half a step out of the secret room. According to the cultivation exercises in his memory, he started the first cultivation career in his life to change his life against the sky, thus allowing him to step into a new world.