Surrounded by mountains, it is not difficult to distinguish the direction by positioning it against the sun.

Li Hongru was once carried by Yang Su to fly, and he ran to Tuhun Country with this sense of direction.

At this time, he also kept urging Yang Su to confirm the correct direction as soon as possible.

"You should teach me how to change birds, so I can fly around with you," Li Hongru lamented.

"It's you!"

Yang Su scoffed.

The scum of the second grade of Yuanshen can't even touch the threshold of "Eighteen Changes of Jinpeng".

was still fished out by Tao "Eighteen Changes of Jinpeng", if Gongsun Ju has a heart, this guy has a chance to learn.

But Yang Su felt that Li Hongru should not think about changing birds at all for a long time.

In addition to the substandard level of the original gods, the "Eighteen Changes of Jinpeng" is not so easy to learn.

"Do you know why there are so few great cultivators who have learned the Tornado Technique?" Yang Sudao.

"Maybe you don't have access to this kind of spell book?" Li Hongru said strangely.

"No," Yang Su shook his head and said, "There are too many cases of falling to death if you are not good at learning and art." ”

"The Great Cultivator ...... still fall"

Li Hongru remembered Yuan Tiangang's half-cut snake tail, and stopped his mouth again.

Some abilities can't be graded at all, and if you miss, you will have an accident.

Compared to learning some other techniques, flying is obviously a very risky technique.

Other abilities are not very dangerous to learn a bucket and a half of water, and they can still be useful, but the magic of flying is likely to fall to death the literati.

"Birds are not so changeable, and there are not a few great cultivators who fell to death in "Eighteen Changes of Jinpeng".

Yang Su sneered.

This made Li Hongru mutter, who to look down on.

As long as he was given 800 gold, he would go to Gongsun Ju, no matter how many changes he could learn, he would study this book first.

Taiwu's cultivation is in place, and he is not worried that he will only manifest one wing, and he will not lose a single hair after he becomes a bird.

The speed of Li Hongru's attack was not slow.

Many steep places can be crossed by flying.

As a martial arts level powerhouse, he will not be tired from hurrying.

It's just that Li Hongru needs to find a stable place to sleep and rest in order to recover the strength of the literati primordial gods.

Li Hongru does not recover, and Yang Su's legs are in the shape of white bones, which is also unsightly.

Yang Su had to accompany him around at this time, turning into a bird from time to time to look for something nearby.

"Let's take a walk, there are some houses over there, it's no problem to clean and rest."

After running for nearly half a day, Yang Su pointed.

This made Li Hongru finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It's time to find a safe place to stay.

"You're too hypocritical, can't you just find a piece of grass to lie down and rest!"

"My body is not as strong as yours, and it will be very uncomfortable to be bitten by mosquitoes, snakes and ants."

Yang Su complained, and Li Hongru also had a reason.

The two of them walked quickly, and after crossing a mountain, they suddenly saw a house not far away.

It is a dilapidated temple.

In the center of the temple, the enshrined Buddha statue has collapsed.

This was the first time it had been burned by fire, and there were obvious signs of black smoke in many parts of the temple.

Most of the area has become a ruin, with only a few small detached houses remaining.

Li Hongru opened the door, abandoned several houses where livestock were kept, and finally found a place that looked fairly clean.

Only a few scattered firewood remains in this house, and it seems that it was once a firewood house.

A little cleaning? Yang Su is urging him to go to bed again? Li Hongru had to take two cloth pads and lie down.

In a daze, Li Hongru heard bursts of Zen singing.

Remembering the Buddha and bhikshunis in the Buddha Mountain? A thrill in his heart? Then he rolled over and got up.

At this time, Yang Su was still sitting in the room, just looking out through the window.

This made Li Hongru squeeze through.

Just through the cracks in the window? He could see the fire lit up outside, and piles of bare-headed monks sitting on the ground.

Many monks have different appearances? But all the monks took the wooden fish? Sitting cross-legged and beating, blurting out a Buddha horn from time to time.

When the monks shouted slogans, they spoke in unison, making the sound sound resounding for hundreds of meters.

"Where do so many monks come from in such a place?" Li Hongru asked.

"It's just a group of dead monks," Yang Su replied: "Maybe they died in the fire, and they came to cry on the ancestor worship festival." ”

"Five or six hundred, it looks? There are too many monks who died in this fire. ”

July 15 hasn't passed yet? At this time, it is still a time for the ghosts to rejoice.

Yang Su was unimpressed by the Yin Spirit.

As long as he doesn't encounter the level of Jizo and other government monarchs, he has nothing to fear, and no matter how bad it is, he can escape if he can't beat it.

At this time, he stared at this group of monks, just to guard against a possible behind-the-scenes situation.

But Yang Su has been observing for a long time? I found that this was really a bunch of mourning monks.

Many monks seem to be reciting the scriptures of excess.

There are many monks who have noticed the living, but no one has come to pay attention to them.

"Maybe the monks of this temple sleep in bunks? They all died in a heap during the fire! ”

Yang Su felt that there were indeed a lot of these monks, and it was difficult for a temple to live in? It's harder to feed.

But he didn't know why so many monks came.

The two of them whispered a few words, and they didn't bother to pay attention to the monks.

Yang Su asked a few words? Hear that Li Hongru's Yuan Shen mana is close to recovery? Immediately, he urged him to hurry up and put Nanming Ding Huo.

A burning sensation is coming? Suddenly, Yang Su screamed in pain and brought some relief.

Jizo's spell caused him to suffer a lot, but it also caused many resentful spirits to riot.

This made Li Hongru's efficiency in releasing Nanming Ding fire greatly increased, far better than before.

It's a blessing and a curse.

The hidden dangers in his body are constantly being eliminated, and he is approaching a certain critical value.

If he could control the resentful soul steadily, Yang Su felt that he could barely fight a protracted battle, relying on the body of white bones and people to exchange injuries for injuries.

But after all, it was safer to clear the resentful soul, and for a while he urged Li Hongru to use his heart on the fire in Nanmingding.

"Okay, I'm sure I'm going to do it!"

Li Hongru responded in a sullen voice, without enough gold, Yang Su didn't want to wait until he was consummated in his life.

At the moment, the two also have their own thoughts.

It took a moment for someone to knock on the door outside the firewood room, and some careful thinking stopped.

"The two donors have unique skills, I don't know if they can help the little monks!"

Outside the window, the sound of wooden fish and Buddha horns in the ruined temple stopped, and many monks looked at them in unison.

"I don't have any interest in the affairs of the Yin Spirit," Yang Su shook his head.

"Is there any money?"

Li Hongru asked.

After seeing the money of the rich monks, and the search for the family background of the Huicong monks in Daye Temple, Li Hongru felt that the monks were very rich.

Yang Su's refusal and Li Hongru's questioning were different, which also caused the monks outside to whisper.

"The little monk Yankong died on the greed for wealth, and I hope that the two of us will take pity on our lonely souls."

"After we die, our resentful souls enter the underworld, and we don't want to be reincarnated for a long time, because we want to see the fate of evil people like us."

"Year after year, the oldest of us has been waiting for more than two hundred years."

……

The monks began to narrate the tragic nagging, playing the sympathy card.

Yang Su was not interested, and Li Hongru was disappointed.

These monks are indeed rich, but that was before they were born.

Because of their high worth, they were also killed by others.

"Look at it, whether it's a person with a lot of money or a greedy person for money, none of them will end well," Yang Su said.

There are too many examples of dying under money.

Five or six hundred monks in the temple died for this reason, and their bodies were killed and buried under this monastery.

The monks entered the underworld, not caring how the bones of the former corpses were rotting.

But the monks can't help the wicked people they once were.

With all their efforts, they only tied up the evil man's ghost and came to come, and they couldn't go beyond it when chanting the scriptures.

"I also hope that the two donors will help me wait, after Obon, the wicked person will no longer be able to hold on, and will be forcibly reincarnated, and it will be difficult for us to reunite," Yankong asked for help.

"He's asking us to kill a ghost," Li Hongru said.

"Revenge still requires people, this is the end of not practicing well" Yang Su said shamelessly: "But if these monks use a little more work, they can be more or less a Yin soldier and a Yin general in one or two hundred years." ”

"That wicked man has cultivated into a human immortal, and it is not that the little monk and others can catch up with it by practicing hard in the underworld."

"Human immortals?"

Yang Su was shocked, but he was a little interested.

The immortal among people can be called a human immortal.

This kind of person lives in the human world all the year round, and his strength and lifespan are much better than ordinary people.

If Li Hongru can live for one or two hundred years and show abnormalities with ordinary people, he can also be called an immortal.

Every immortal has some cultivation origins, and also has certain unique conditions.

Yang Su was not interested in the ghosts of these monks, but he was a little interested in the ghosts of this immortal.

He pushed open the door and immediately let all the monks out in unison.

In the midst of the many monks, there are yin fires lit and illuminated, and there are also large piles of yin fires burning.

Above the yin fire, there is an old monk's ghost with a wrinkled face.

The yin soul of this human immortal has no combat power, but his cultivation is profound, and he is not afraid of the yin fire of the monks.

The constant chanting of many monks pushed the yin fire, which only made him frown and muttered the scriptures in his mouth.

When Yang Su walked forward, fear flashed in the eyes of some monks, which also made the old monk wake up.

"This Fujun, the little monk was kidnapped by so many monks, and they burned me with a yin fire, the means were cruel, and I hope that the Fujun will rescue me and let me go to reincarnation as soon as possible."

Seeing Yang Su, the old monk was also afraid.

He had another set of rhetoric in his mouth, hoping that Yang Su could untie the shackles on his body and let him enter the reincarnation of the underworld safely.

"Old monk Jinchi, obviously you set a trap in the Guanyin Monastery, so that I can't blind my eyes after death, and I am still talking about the sophistry at this time" Yankong said loudly.

"Sophistry!"

"Sophistry!"

"Sophistry!"

……

For a while, all the monks knocked on the wooden fish and shouted.

This made Yang Su's brows furrow.

"Shut up!"

He roared, and the aura of the white bone resentment was released.

In just an instant, many monks felt the endless wails of this resentful spirit.

Compared with Yang Su's body, the grievances they endured were like sparks, not worth mentioning.

"If you know any benefits and secrets, spit them out, otherwise I don't mind meeting the demands of these useless monks!"

Yang Su pulled it casually, and grabbed the old monk of Jinchi into his hand.

The yin flames of many monks' thoughts were entwined in his hands, and then quickly extinguished.

"You are a powerful person, as long as you let these damned monks die, I will tell you a great benefit, absolutely satisfying the benefits of your identity!"

The old monk of Jinchi opened his cloudy eyes, and he looked at many monks, which immediately caused all the monks to panic.

For a time, some of the monks' ghosts flew away from afar.

"How so?"

Yankong looked dazed.

There is no justice or mercy on the part of those they invite.

If it is not good, the other party should ask the old monk of Jinchi, which is to invite the butcher to come to the door.