Chapter 698: Ghost Immortal
When I heard Bai Wuchang talk about a certain big guy, my eyes widened, "No, a certain big guy, can I know any other big guy in this underworld, Lord Bai Wuchang, are you always joking with me?" ā
"What's a joke or not, okay, I can only tell you so much," Bai Wuchang's peach blossom eyes glared, and continued: "Do you still want to go out, Seventh Master is still busy!" ā
"Yes, of course I'm going out, then please send me out of trouble Seventh Master, but I won't return to Yang for the time being, I still have a few friends here, I want to say goodbye to them, can I?" I asked with a wink. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
If Bai Wuchang doesn't let me stay, then I will have to think of delaying, after all, I can't go back empty-handed.
"Okay, you want to meet that big and little ghost, right? The Seventh Master simply sent you there, but after you go, you have to go back to Yang obediently! ā
I didn't expect this Bai Wuchang to be quite easy to speak, and I also knew Lao Lai and Lin Rui, it seems that he and Hei Wuchang saw their two ghosts that day, but they still let them go, it seems that these two Yin Shuai are quite sensible and will not implicate the innocent.
It's just that I don't dare to let him send it, I originally wanted to delay time, how can I still let him follow.
So I said, "Don't dare to bother you, Seventh Master, you just need to send me out of this women's prison." ā
Just as I was saying this, a white mourning stick suddenly appeared in Bai Wuchang's hand, and the bell on the stick rang in the "jingle bell", and Bai Wuchang's originally smiling face immediately changed color.
I remembered the legend about the mourning stick, Bai Wuchang, originally a man named Chen He in the yang world, because he fell in love with the rich man's daughter, he devoted himself to the rich man's house to do long-term work. But Chen He's sincerity did not win the favor of the rich man's daughter, but won the love of a maid. One night, some robbers suddenly came to the rich man's house, intending to assault the rich man's daughter.
Chen He fought with the robbers in order to save her, and was finally caught by the robbers. The robber told him to kill the rich man's daughter with his own hands, or else he would kill all the rich man's family. Just when Chen He hesitated, the maid who fell in love with him killed the rich man's daughter with a knife. The robbers left, and Chen and Wan were disillusioned, hitting the wall and dying. After Chen He's death, he was named Bai Impermanence by the Difu, which means that life is impermanent, and the world is impermanent. The maid turned into a mourning stick, and she accompanied him for the rest of her life.
Of course, this mourning stick is a weapon of impermanence, with two people's skulls and one human leg bone nailed with a white cloth at one end to hook the soul. The black impermanence is made of black cloth, and it is said that white impermanence locks the soul, and black impermanence asks for life. Of course, this is just the legend I heard my grandfather tell when I was a child, and it is impossible to test whether it is true or not.
There is also a saying that black and white impermanence holds a mourning stick at the same time, and there is a bell on the mourning stick, and if one person shakes it, the bell in the other person's hand will also ring, and the other party will call him again. At this time, Bai Wuchang took out the white mourning stick, and his face changed, and he saw that something was wrong.
So I immediately said: "Seventh Master, if your old man has something, go and get busy first!" ā
"Okay, the Seventh Master will send you out of the women's prison first, remember, you can't stay in the Netherworld for long!"
"Yes, yes, little girl, remember!" I hurriedly responded.
Bai Wuchang ordered the female jailer to open the door for me, and after sending me out of the women's prison, he left in a hurry, the mourning stick in his hand kept ringing, it should be Hei Impermanence calling him. It was better for him to leave, and it made it easier for me to move.
So I walked towards Lao Lai's bun shop, "Where are you going?" "The voice of the female ghost Xie Hanwei suddenly appeared in my mind.
I was taken aback, clutched my chest and complained: "I said sister, can you not be so scary, people are scary and scared to death, okay?" ā
"I'm not human!" I didn't expect Xie Hanwei to give me this sentence.
"Dizzy, you're not human, it's more scary, okay!"
"Hmph, you haven't said where you're going!"
"I'm going to my friend!" I said helplessly.
As I spoke, I walked in the direction of Lao Lai's steamed bun shop, but I didn't expect that before I had walked a few meters away, I felt that the surroundings were starting to be different, and the ghosts who were still roaming the streets suddenly all retreated on both sides of the street, respectfully as if they were going to greet some big man, and even the small vendors on the street stood respectfully.
I felt that the surroundings were quiet all of a sudden, and before I could figure out what was happening, the voice of the female ghost Xie Hanwei came to my mind, "Get out of the way, there may be ghosts and fairies passing by." ā
I don't need her to remind me, I'm already on the side, otherwise it would seem like I'm standing out from the crowd. However, I still asked in my heart what the female ghost was, how did it look like welcoming the royal relatives in ancient times, and I almost didn't welcome it.
Xie Hanwei explained to me: "The so-called ghosts and immortals are actually still ghosts, nothing more than a superior ghost, and the ghost art is strong. There are also two aliases, called spirit ghosts and Fushou ghosts, just like pen immortals, dish immortals, chopstick immortals, etc., these wild immortals are selected from the spirit ghosts, and they are not really immortals. It's that after the cultivation of ghost art reaches a certain level, it is a relatively strong existence, which is equivalent to those cultivators of people. ā
"But, then why are these ghosts so respectful, uh, scared?"
"That's because our ghosts respect their strength, the world of ghosts is very simple, and the strong are naturally respectful."
"No wonder, those immortal tricks are so powerful, they are all ghosts and immortals!"
"Hmph, some people invite ghosts and fairies but don't know how to respect them, and it will end up very miserable if they offend ghosts and fairies."
After I listened, I gasped, and this kind of thing did happen, although I live in a mountain village, I have also heard a lot of stories about the failure to invite immortals and being eaten back.
So he asked again: "Then if the ghost fairy fails, is there a way to crack it?" Will my Requirement spell work? ā
The ghost chick smiled: "With you? I can't even take it when I come out, let alone you. These ghosts and immortals are the most stingy, they may live with resentment, and after death, they will be haunted by resentment, and after becoming a powerful ghost, they will be strong in ghost arts, and with cultivation, they may turn into ghosts and immortals, so if they are offended and no one accepts them, it will be really troublesome! ā
My scalp tingled and I continued to ask her, "Is there any other way?" ā
"Yes, one is to fight ghosts, and the other is to unravel her resentment!"
Uh, well, these are the things that the Taoist monks who collect ghosts do, and I'm nervous about something. Just as we were talking, a cyan figure floated by in the center of the street, and I thought to myself, isn't this the same as a green ghost?
However, when he passed by me, I felt the powerful ghost aura in him, which was different from that of ordinary imps, and that kind of cold feeling I had only experienced in black and white impermanence.