The mourning hall is still gloomy, the last time the lantern was lit has been extinguished, it seems that these lamp oils are not good treasures, at least not really bright.

Wang Zhi walked in with Zizhu, looked at the dense tablets on the god seat, and knelt down and said: "Seniors, excuse me, now I am homeless, I want to stay here for a while, I hope you seniors don't drive me away again." ”

There was no reaction on the spiritual seat, quietly, and I don't know if they heard Wang Zhi's words, Wang Zhi's brother stood up helplessly, stepped forward to look at the inside of the ever-bright lamp, there was no lamp oil that had dried up, and I didn't know why the lamp oil was full last time.

He looked left and right, and found that Zizhu was standing stupidly outside the door and didn't come in, he waved his hand at the kid and said, "Come in, help me find lamp oil." ”

Unexpectedly, Zizhu shook his head and said, "Don't dare!" ”

Wang Zhi was stunned, why wouldn't he dare? He turned his head to look at the shrine again, nothing special, not even the feeling of being watched.

Zizhu didn't come in, and he couldn't force others, so he had to find it in the room by himself, he bypassed the huge shrine in the mourning hall and walked to the other side of the stairs, which was darker than the stairs, but fortunately, Brother Wang Zhi didn't care about the darkness now, and now in his opinion, it was a little darker than that side at most.

There are some tables on this side, and there are several books on them, and the books are even unfolded, as if the master was reading a book, and then he left temporarily, and did not expect to be able to come back after this trip.

He couldn't read the books, the words on them were more of a headache than English, so he bypassed the table and came to the back of the shrine.

There was room in the back, and in the corner, there was a huge jar, and on top of the jar was a blue-faced fanged demon holding a spear, and his spear was diagonally downward, just pointing at the top of the jar.

Wang Zhi already has enough immunity to the blue-faced fangs, although he was still startled when he suddenly looked at such a shape in the corner, but at most it was like an ordinary person, suddenly seeing another person in the dark, although he was frightened, he didn't have too much fear when he saw it.

He examined the statue carefully, and saw that there was nothing unusual except for its ugly shape, but at this moment, a drop of liquid was slipping from the tip of the spear and falling into the jar below, making an inaudible clicking sound.

Curiously, he stepped forward and looked into the jar, and found that it was full and thick, and it was actually a large jar of oil, and next to the oil tank, leaning against the statue, there was also a spoon with a long handle, which seemed to be used for oil.

He didn't know what kind of oil it was, but it wasn't sesame oil, and he looked up at the statue of the demon again, and saw that its eyes were wide open, and it was glaring at it.

With such an image, Wang Zhi didn't have the courage to taste it, so he had to pick up the long scoop, scoop some oil from the oil tank, and began to return to the shrine.

At this time, Zheng Likai and Qian Jia had already come over, they were floating next to Zizhu, and as soon as they saw Wang Zhi, Qian Jia asked nervously, "What are you doing here?" ”

Wang Zhi stretched out the handle, and while cheering the ever-bright lamp, he said casually: "Don't you see? Come on! ”

Zheng Likai also said nervously at this time: "There are a lot of heroic spirits in this mourning hall, you better be careful." ”

"Heroic Spirit?" Wang Zhi looked back at the old ghost and asked curiously, "What is the Heroic Spirit?" ”

Zheng Likai thought for a while and said: "Heroic spirits, it should be said that there is a trace of divine thought, they are not ghosts, because they can become heroic spirits, the soul must have left, and the spirit has also dissipated, the heroic spirits are more like a kind of phantom left by longing, they have not very primitive spiritual intelligence, and there are some memories of life." ”

Wang Zhi was confused, in fact, there were really not many things he could really understand, he looked back at the many gods, and muttered: "What's the difference between that and a ghost?" Isn't it the same? ”

Zheng Likai had already expected Wang Zhi's ability to understand, although it was misinterpreted, he was not angry, and patiently explained: "It's different, there are many restrictions on the heroic spirit, first of all, it must be a master with a strong divine sense before death, and secondly, you can't be resentful after death, otherwise you can't become a heroic spirit, but can only become a ghost, and the third is the most important thing, the heroic spirit needs the thoughts of a living person to leave a trace of divine thought, and attach it to something, and then gradually collect and dissipate spirit, which can become a heroic spirit." ”

Wang Zhi had already finished pouring a scoop of oil, and had to go back to scoop it again, and when he came back with another scoop of oil, he couldn't help but ask: "So, the heroic spirits are all very powerful people?" ”

Zheng Likai nodded and said, "Yes, and it is a respected and missed person." ”

Wang Zhi looked at the god position, and didn't say anything, but his heart gradually changed, he didn't understand what these ghosts were like last time, they were obviously inferior to ordinary people who had just died, but they all looked very powerful, it turned out that they were all very powerful people in their lifetimes, and they didn't seem to be very bad. There are gradually some changes in my heart, after all, so many seniors who are respected by their predecessors seem to be worthy of their own respect.

His hand was getting steady, and very little oil spilled out. From the afternoon when he dropped the package in, until the sky was getting dark, Wang Zhi filled all the oil lamps with oil, and then lit them one by one.

As the lights in the mourning hall became brighter and brighter, the temperature gradually increased.

Zheng Likai was still at the door, and Zizhu had been pulled by Qian Jia to some unknown place.

Wang Zhi sat on the futon, looked up at the layers of spirit tablets and said, "Lao Zheng, you say, how many tablets do you have to have?" ”

The old ghost floated outside the door, never daring to step in, he looked up at those gods stiffly, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to count them one by one, he could only say: "There should be three or four hundred." ”

Wang Zhi smiled faintly and said: "Three or four hundred, there are three or four hundred tablets in the mourning hall alone, I don't know how many people were in the Netherworld Palace back then?" ”

The old ghost also said with some emotion: "I don't know, but there must be a lot, just by looking at the houses on this hillside, you can see it, anyway, I feel that there are a thousand." ”

Wang Zhi looked at the tablet above, but his eyes drifted farther away, and he said with a hint of yearning: "I don't know how spectacular it should be when so many cultivators are together, and who is to provoke them?" ”

The old ghost was different from what he thought, he shook his head and said: "But such a powerful Netherworld Palace, but it has suddenly become what it is now, there must be a more powerful existence, let's not think too much, it is what we should be anxious about cultivating well." ”

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