The little mountain ghost doesn't want to pay attention to Lin Lishan, this thing is his nemesis.

"I roughly understand the purpose of your coming, go inside, your sixth life memory is in the inner room shrine. ”

After the little mountain ghost finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began to sway his legs and fake sleep.

Jiusheng glanced at the little mountain ghost, didn't notice anything different, and walked into the inner room.

The camera does not enter the inner room, but keeps pointing at the mountain ghost.

The little mountain ghost opened his eyes suddenly, black gas gushed out of his blood-red eyes, and his cute boy's face showed a sneer and cruelty.

With a bang, the inner room exploded completely, and the black mist rushed out a white figure.

The white figure was none other than Jiusheng, who had a large hole in his chest with black blood flowing out of it, and he had been grabbed by the ghost mother in the big explosion.

The wind chime ghost mother is similar to the existence of ghosts and immortals, but she is not a ghost immortal, her killing is too heavy, only by washing away the killing and spending the baptism of the heavenly way killing ring, can she turn the ghost into an immortal!

The ghost mother's sense of battle is very strong, she knows that Jiusheng is not easy to mess with, but the current Jiusheng is obviously no longer obsessive.

If he wants to live, he is obsessed, and if he has obsession, he has shortcomings!

The ghost mother and Jiusheng, in a short period of time, have already fought hundreds of moves.

If it was the first nine lives, it was obviously impossible to fight with a ghost who was about to be promoted to a ghost immortal for so long, but the transformation of his body by the white soul suppression stick was huge, plus the heart of the divine tree that he ate in the wilderness cemetery, strictly speaking, the current nine lives were beyond the scope of human beings.

But even so, he was defeated.

A mouthful of black poisonous blood spat out from his back, and the breath of Jiusheng turned languishing.

At this moment, a bloodstained little hand pierced Jiusheng's heart from behind, and a beating heart was caught, and in Jiusheng's sight, the little hand slowly clenched.

Blood splattered, Jiusheng slowly turned around, and he saw the blood-red eyes of the little mountain ghost.

"Why?" Jiusheng wondered.

This is undoubtedly a game set up by the little mountain ghost, and the wind chime ghost mother may just be a pawn of him.

The little mountain ghost tilted his head, looking at Jiusheng's familiar face, there were pictures reflected in his blood-colored pupils, he didn't answer why, but smiled miserably: "Jiusheng, if it wasn't for you at that time, I might have really been misunderstood to death, if you hadn't saved me, how could I have a chance to know that the real murderer who killed my parents was you!"

In the audience picture, the eighth and ninth lives first appeared, and a group of monks and Taoist priests besieged a little boy standing on the mountain of minced meat.

The little boy pursed his lips and did not speak, his eyes were blood-red, but he did not do anything cruel to this group of people who did it indiscriminately.

"Wait a minute!" Jiusheng prevented a tragedy, at least one of the little ghosts from blackening.

This imp is always looking for the murderer of his parents, but he has a good heart.

By chance, he meets a group of dying refugees, all of whom are suffering from the plague and are desperate and not far from death.

At that time, if you were infected with the plague, you were not far from death, and as long as you were a normal person, you would not let this group of refugees into the city.

Even normal people will burn them.

In this way, normal people will still feel that they have done a good deed, and they will never think about how to save it.

So these refugees decided to take revenge on the world, and planned to pollute the water with their corpses, so that more people would be exposed to the plague and disgusted by this society.

When the little mountain ghost met these people, they were already dead.

It was killed by a little boy as big as a little mountain ghost, and the little boy just smiled and said: "Mom and Dad said that what they did was wrong, it is our fate to be infected with the plague, we should accept our fate, it should not be so extreme, so I poisoned their food, little brother, am I doing it right?"

"Little brother, I will give them liberation, can I go to heaven? ”

The little boy could not go to heaven, nor could he go to hell, but was chopped into ashes by a thunderbolt.

The little boy's fly ash eventually turned into a poisonous weed.

This poisonous weed can cure the poison of the plague.

The little mountain ghost stood stupidly for five or six days, watching the poisonous weed grow slowly, and as a result, it sowed, withered and died.

In just a few days, the poisonous weed that can cure the plague has bloomed all over the hillside.

The little mountain ghost didn't know why he was carrying the corpses, he just felt that he should.

Unexpectedly, in the end, these plague-stained corpses actually achieved his great name.

When he came to the hill again, it had been burned to ashes by the fire.

This poisonous weed, which can cure the plague, is not allowed to exist.

The eighth and ninth lives had taught the child for a while, but the oral retelling was never as reliable as what he saw with his own eyes.

As soon as the picture turned, the sixth and ninth beings were holding a blood-stained sword, and in the pouring rain, two figures fell to the ground, and the blood flow was very large.

"It's ridiculous, you saved me in the eighth life, but you killed my biological parents in the sixth life, you say, should I take revenge?"

Jiusheng lay on the ground, his mouth made a shouting sound, he couldn't open his mouth anymore, his heart disappeared, his chest was bleeding profusely, and his ninth life was passing rapidly.

"I gave you a chance, at that time, that illusion, you just have to keep walking, keep walking, and you will be able to walk to the ancient bridge in twenty minutes, and the water under the ancient bridge hides the memory of your sixth life, and the funny thing is that you have embarked on a dead end!"

"And that little ghost!" The little mountain ghost's blood-red eyes were full of doubts, what about the little ghost?

The Wind Chime Ghost Mother came over, she hugged the little mountain ghost into her arms, stroked his hair, and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the bad guy is dead, and the murderer of your parents is dead." ”

The little mountain ghost's eyes slowly dimmed, and finally he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

The Mother of Wind Chimes left with the little mountain ghost in her arms, but left behind a small golden wind chime.

It's raining on the ghost mountain, and it's rare to see it for hundreds of years.

Lin Lishan floated out of the white soul suppression stick, he looked at the nine beings who were already dying, and said calmly: "Senior, as a ghost mirror, I shouldn't have intervened in worldly affairs, especially your reincarnation, and I shouldn't have participated. However, in the first life, thanks to your point, I am where I am today, I can't save you, but I can take you anywhere you can be mapped. ”

Lin Lishan was transformed into a transparent and simple round mirror.

In the heavy rain, the mirror light was refracted, and both the ghost mirror and the nine lives disappeared.

When it reappeared, the ghost mirror had already appeared on the ancient bridge, and the raindrops hit the water, but there was no ripple.

The figure of Jiusheng rises and falls in the ghost mirror, the mirror is facing down, and the figure of Jiusheng also appears on the water.

An ice token flew out of the water, penetrating the reflection of the nine lives in the water and burrowing into the ghost mirror.

The ghost mirror flashed and disappeared again, and when it reappeared, the ghost mirror appeared in an ancient temple with a strong fragrance.

This is a famous mountain, and there are many pilgrims during the day, and it is only at night that it is quiet.

Just when a little monk came out to wipe the ancient mirror, he suddenly found that there seemed to be something in the ancient mirror, he wiped it hard, under the reflection of the candle light, he thought it was dirty, but when he wiped it, the rag became wet, and a smell of blood diffused out, and the smell of incense could not be suppressed.

The little monk looked down at the reddened rag, and then at the mirror dripping blood, the little monk was not strong enough, and he fell into a coma.

There was a confused child's face in the ghost mirror, and he didn't seem to expect that the little monk here would be afraid of ghosts.

In desperation, the ghost mirror could only disappear again.

When it reappeared, it fell directly into the hands of an old monk, and it was obvious that the ghost mirror was caught.

"Ghost Mirror, this is not the place you should be, is it?" Ghost Mirror didn't talk nonsense at all, and directly threw out Jiusheng's body, and the blood swayed in the sky with a unique charm, but the audience's eyes were full of horror.

Nine lives won't just die, right?

Obviously, Jiusheng will not die.

The old monk was a high-ranking monk, and the Buddha light around him protected the body of Jiusheng, so that he could land smoothly.

"Is it him? Ghost mirror, you haven't always asked about the affairs of the world, just care about the underworld, why did you break the vows this time? Or save this alien with deep cause and effect, you don't forget who he is taken care of, you may also die if you offend that thing!"

The ghost mirror broke free from the old monk's hand, Lin Lishan's little face appeared on the mirror, he frowned and said: "It's just a little grace, he planted the cause in the past, and today I still have that fruit." If it's okay, I'll go first. ”

The ghost mirror vanished in a flash.

In the heavy rain of the night, the ghost mirror appeared, and the little face of Lin Lishan on the mirror was full of horror, and he looked somewhere in the darkness.

The ghost mirror vibrated wildly, as if trying to escape, but it seemed to be tightened and unable to move.

"Spare me, please, I just returned the favor, and I didn't want to be your enemy, please ......"

With a bang, the mirror surface of the ghost mirror exploded, and among the countless mirror fragments, Lin Lishan's little face was torn apart.

There was another explosion, and the entire ghost mirror exploded into flying ashes.

From beginning to end, the audience doesn't know who made it.

Jiusheng lost his heart, and it stands to reason that he should have died, but he got the memories of two lives at the same time, the sixth and fifth lives.

The memory of the sixth life is in the water flow of the 'Night Shadow of the Ancient Bridge', and the memory of the fifth life is in the wind chimes of the 'Wind Chime Ancient Temple'.

Getting the memories of two lives at the same time also means that Jiusheng's conscience has two more layers, and his own territory has two more parts.

Coupled with the treatment of the Void Master, Jiusheng can currently heal without any intention as long as he recovers his injuries for a month.

But Jiusheng seems to have something wrong with his spirit now, and it is not a very pleasant thing to condense the memories of the two lives at the same time.

"Let's go to the ghost capital. Seeing such nine lives, Rao is master of emptiness can't stand it anymore.

Looking at it again, he couldn't help but kill Jiusheng, and now Jiusheng doesn't look like a living person at all, what's the difference between him living like this and dying?

The godless eyes of the Nine Beings looked at the Master of Emptiness, this slightly chubby old monk, who smiled very much like a certain Buddha.

Seeing that Jiusheng was about to bow his head and fall into his own world again, the old monk smiled again: "Ghosts have the memory of your first life, and you will understand everything if you get the memory of your first life. ”