"No, no." I hurriedly shook my head and continued to explain to Lao Cao: "Our reinforcements have arrived, and that black zombie killed Lin Kongyang and his eldest brother."

"Oh! I'm exhausted...... This time it definitely hurts the vitality, and next time you can't be so angry, you have to be a little more mature. ”

Lao Cao woke me up after a while, and his complexion was obviously better than before, but his little face was sallow, even thinner than when I first met him, his cheeks and cheekbones were prominent, and his big dark eyes looked like a starving ghost.

"What are we going to do now?" After Lao Cao was helped up by me, he picked up the Bible on the ground in his hand, and saw Lin Kongyang, who was helping Brother Hou push the cart, and the wreckage all over the ground, and I couldn't believe that I was alive for a while.

"The old lady Purple Zombie and the black zombie that appeared later were all killed, and we have to go back now." I helped Lao Cao to walk forward, and said.

Lao Cao suddenly stopped, clenched his fists, breathed heavily, his eyes were slightly red, and said to me in a trembling tone: "All ...... He's dead? ”

"Hmm...... They are all dead, and those who are dead cannot die again. "When I saw him like this, I still didn't intend to hide the facts, after all, he can be said to be the core of the whole story, without him, Lin Kongyang and I might have died a long time ago.

Lao Cao pushed me away, turned around and looked at the purple zombie old lady whose upper and lower bodies were separated, and looked at the black zombie old king who was crushed by the broken head and broken bones, Zheng Zheng was in place, silent for a long time, after covering his chest and seeing enough of the two wreckage, he looked up at the sky, sighed, left a line of turbid tears, and said to the two wreckage that did not move at all: "Because you came out of the soil." You are dust, and you will return to dust. Amen!"

"Let's go...... bar. ”

"Hmm!"

I helped Lao Cao again, and followed behind Lin Kongyang with the same difficult steps as him.

When I used to have nothing to talk to people about, I hope that people can have a faith in life, this faith is of course not just blind belief and superstition, but I hope that you will take the essence of it to get rid of its bad fears, when you are confused and do not know how to move forward, the knowledge left by your ancestors can guide you to the maze, plan a generous road for you, and enlighten the suffering in your heart.

There is a psychological pillar that will not directly lead to the collapse of one's heart in the most difficult times, at least you can get a respite, a chance to regain yourself.

In the same way, you can choose what you believe, as long as you don't believe in beliefs that don't do you any good, because this thing is entirely dependent on how you think of it.

After being obsessed with anything, it will be more or less harmful, because it will affect your thinking, your language, and your actions.

For example, Brother Xu once told me that Buddhism can be regarded as a kind of higher education equivalent to textbook knowledge, so as to improve one's own cultural accomplishment.

Seeking Buddha and worshiping Buddha is superstition, and studying and cultivating Buddha is science.

There is no need to work before something, and after something to burn incense, the success or failure of things depends on the Buddha statues, and it has become at most two more incense sticks, and the failure may not be scolded, and the people who turn around and force the Buddha to cultivate are all fools, old superstitions.

With this mentality, if you don't fail, who fails?

Although I don't know what kind of mentality Lao Cao is now, but my eyes can see that he must have fallen into a dead end of his thinking, and he can only come out after he understands it, and others can't persuade him.

"Where are you going now?"

The four of us walked out of the courtyard, and Brother Hou asked me to open a resentment charm again, and closed the gate tightly between the two doors.

"Let's go to Lao Wei first, otherwise the two of you are now virtuous, and you won't be eaten by lonely souls and wild ghosts halfway."

Brother Hou asked Lin Kongyang to sit on the motorcycle, and he chose to push the cart with me, and Lao Cao walked. I don't know what the relationship between him and Lin Kongyang is, he takes care of him meticulously, just like his own son.

Walking all the way to the entrance of the village, I probably know the effect of the spell, it may be used to suppress the yin qi and corpse qi in the courtyard that have not had time to dissipate, and prevent it from spreading around, which is similar to the wood-burning spell before Brother Xu.

We are a group of four people standing at the entrance of the village, at this time the bigger trouble is coming to the door, the sidewalk in front of the village entrance is standing hundreds of hundreds, and there are lonely ghosts and wild ghosts in ten directions that cannot be seen at a glance, their eyes pass through the three of Brother Hou, all of them are on me, their eyes are eager with greed, and they want to eat and want to pass through my desire in greed.

If the ghost is made according to the pyramid magnitude, then the one standing at the top of the pyramid is the Yin Si Zhengshen, of which the Yin Si Zhengshen is divided into sizes, such as the top of the Northern Yin Emperor, Hou Tu Niangniang. After that, there are the ten great kings of Hades, and the ten kings of Hades are the ten ghost kings, the ten yin handsome, the night wandering gods, the day wandering gods, and the judges, of course, the Jizo King Bodhisattva is not among them.

The top position is not touched by ordinary people at all, even Brother Xu can touch a night wanderer.

What we can touch is the existence of the middle or lower reaches of the pyramid, they can be roughly divided into two kinds: resentful ghosts and ghosts, there are Taoist deeds, the ability to hurt others, a certain sense of self, and even the existence of "ghosts and immortals" that can be cultivated. There are also those who practice with others, but they are almost not in the right path, such as raising little ghosts, lowering their heads, and so on.

Then again, I've come across another level now, where the world is full of wonders, ever-changing, and all kinds of ghosts that have changed or bred for some special reason.

Ghosts are one of them, the times are changing, and the ghosts are changing, and if they can't keep up with the pace of the times, they will be eliminated by the times, and even the old immortals follow this truth.

The lowest level is the gang of things in front of them, the lonely souls and wild ghosts of the ten directions, they can't get sacrifices in the underworld, they will come to the yang world to beg for a living, they have no ability and no self-awareness, if they encounter something special attraction, they will appear in groups.

They are different from ghosts and ghosts, they themselves are not very lethal, and the supernatural events encountered in ordinary life are not caused by them, unless you encounter groups of lonely ghosts in ten directions, the result is a cold at most, and the most serious can be a fever for three days, so it is really not them who can really bother us in daily life.

They are also most of the monasteries, dojos. Do things, do the first choice of the ritual Jiao.

Brother Xu's small shop is actually facing them, but they are more or less self-aware through my attraction, and under my persuasion, they have the opportunity to let go of their obsession and reincarnate.

Mr. Xin told me that my Hundred Ghost Seals have evolved, and every time I fight with ghosts, I will be in front of me.

Last time, there was Mr. Xin, a token and a few voices all roared back, last time it was Brother Xu and Mr. Xin, the previous identity of the bull-headed rakshasa was still a ghost, and the breath revealed by the three scared them to come.

And now this time, I really can't say that I'm afraid, because I have the order of the Heavenly Master, and secondly, Brother Hou can make friends with Brother Xu Xin, and the Taoism he shows, can he be a weak force who is nothing? The answer is obvious.

I'm glad I knew these big brothers, because without them, I might have been singing in a mass grave somewhere.

It's not to kill, it's not to fight.

I saw that Brother Hou didn't make much action and chose to turn a blind eye, Lin Kongyang sat on the motorcycle and whistled proudly, and Lao Cao was silent under my support.

My heart was very open, so I also pretended that there was nothing in front of me, took the initiative to move forward, led my brothers to move forward, and deliberately pretended to be jealous to provoke a topic: "Brother Hou, what is your relationship with Lin Kongyang?" Are you so good to him? ”

Brother Hou pushed the cart behind me and replied slowly: "He is my younger brother, and we are in the same vein."

"! Master Xiaoyang looked at it and looked at it, he was your younger brother? "I directly burst into foul language on the spot, Lin Kongyang's face really looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties, but there is still childlike rhyme in the corners of his eyes, and he speaks and acts unreliably like a child.

Lin Kongyang pouted me unhappily and said, "You're only thirty!" Dawn, how old are you this year? ”

"I'm 19 years old, what's wrong?" I deliberately said the false age.

Lin Kongyang woke up his nose: "What is your birthday?"

"What's wrong with my January birthday?" I looked up at him.

"I'm half a year younger than you, and this November will be my 18th birthday." Lin Kongyang explained to me disdainfully, and said to his brother Hou shyly: "People want 18-year-old adult day gifts!"

"Hehehe...... Okay, when the time comes, I will buy you a big cake, set up a banquet, and pick a birthday gift when the time comes. "Brother Hou is definitely a solid brother, and his tone of voice to Lin Kongyang is not ungentle for a moment.

"Good~"

Lin Kongyang behaved quite naïve in front of Brother Hou, like a seven- or eight-year-old child, and every time he spoke, he was not coquettish.