In the deep mansion of nowhere, the mysterious man who was shrouded in a black robe and couldn't see his face swallowed the last breath of ghost qi and stood up, slender and straight, and his majesty was self-contained.

"Someone."

From outside the door, a man who was also covered in a black robe but did not cover his head and face walked in, with a shrewd and respectful face.

"Master."

"How's it going?"

"There are no clues of the innate stone spirit, Zhuo Yan and Shui Zhenzhen have entered the demon domain, the little zombie of the human demon is nowhere to be seen, and I haven't heard of any bloody cases recently. The people in the Buddhist sect are pursuing them with all their might, and the Buddha is also among them. Master, should we take this opportunity..."

The mysterious man raised his hand: "I'll think about this matter again, but there are other movements?" ”

"The little zombie is not afraid of the beasts, and even the water is really at a loss in its hands, the Buddha, it will definitely not be pleased, this is a great opportunity."

A great opportunity to be a fisherman.

The mysterious man muttered: "I have my own arrangements, what about the others?" ”

"The situation of the three clans is similar, either they are busy improving themselves to improve the strength of the sect, or they are involved in the matter of Xianqiao, to say that the chef is completely different, and they did not send people to find the innate stone essence, but they were crazy and wanted to go deep into the sea, but unfortunately, it was in vain."

"The sea." The mysterious man let out a long, incomprehensible sigh.

"There is also a hidden family, who really helped Zhuo Yanshui, and did not hesitate to sacrifice the fire, but at the same time, they also sent many people to carry out activities in the sea area."

Sea area.

"About the other side of the sea..."The man in black seemed ashamed: "Whether it is the body sect that was born out of nowhere, or the people of the Hehuan sect who migrated in, there is no news. ”

It's the sea again.

"Didn't anyone come ashore?"

"Yes. Xiao Baobao's master and master still have a few Yuanying real people, but they are all walking with the great monk, only Yueyao real person acts alone, but she is a real person, so-"

They couldn't get close.

"Let's go down."

"Yes."

After a while, the mysterious man took out a dark gray bell and shook it gently, but no sound came out, but a black gas flew out of thin air, and fell to the ground and turned into a soft woman.

The woman's figure was a little thin, as if it would flutter when the wind blew, but the expression on her face was very vivid, especially the black eyes of the two pills were as eye-catching as black mercury on white paper.

"Is the injury healed?"

"Yes." The woman replied respectfully, and then hated again: "I can't imagine that the Buddha is so ruthless, where is there a little bit of monk's compassion, if I meet him again, I will definitely bring him back to the master to make up for it." ”

The mysterious man sneered: "The compassion of the monk is for people, and there is only anger at us, is it possible that you still expect to receive the mercy of the Buddha?" ”

The woman's face, which was as white as paper, turned even paler: "I only hate him for hurting me, and I am inseparable from him." ”

The mystery man did not speak.

The woman waited for a while, and said carefully: "Master, I haven't been to catch sheep for a long time because of my injuries, so it's better to set off now." ”

The mysterious man nodded: "This time find some good souls, like the souls of good people in the past generations, if you can find ten good people, one is enough." ”

"Yes, the smoke slave is gone." The woman's body bent, turned into black gas, floated out a few steps, and disappeared into the air.

The mysterious man turned and walked backwards, out of the house and down the cloister into another building, and into a large empty house inside, the boxy room was empty, and suddenly there stood a shadow wall, like the one in the courtyard of the mortal mansion facing the gate.

The shadow wall is vermilion, festive, and engraved with a thousand golden rays of light, auspicious. It's just that it appears in such a ghostly and cold place, and it's extremely incongruous.

Out of the wide black robe stretched out a white glowing hand, this is a slender and wide palm that belongs to a beautiful man, all of which are not finely carved, this hand is pasted with the sun in the mural, and the palm of the hand suddenly comes out of the billowing black gas.

After a while, the red golden sun under the palm of his hand turned into a blood-red Taiyin, ominous and mysterious, and Ruiguang Qiantiao also turned into a blood-colored soul field, and countless ferocious ghosts struggled in the sea of blood.

The mysterious man withdrew his palm, stepped forward as if nothing, and disappeared into the mural in an instant.

The back of the mural is neither golden nor bloody, and the gray space is covered with gray-green rattans, which are covered with barbs and a terrible green light. The gray-green leaves are covered with black silks, and the black silks flow with a ghostly aura that looks like a substance.

The gray-green vine branches converged from the top of the four directions to form a large net, tightly covering a pit that was not very large, a boxy pit, about ten zhang on each side. I don't know how deep the pit is, and there is murky water in it.

It's more like a fish pond, but if you look closely, the muddy water is not actually water, but the heads, limbs, and bodies that are huddled together... Soul.

In the middle of the water strangely grew a vine tree, the gray-white trunk twisted together and grew upward, but the leaves on the top were verdant green, and many half-open and half-closed flower buds hung down in the middle, deep purple color.

In the canopy sat a delicate-looking woman, with long lazy hair and half-pulled up, leaning on one arm on a small round wooden table, which was made of branches, and in the middle of a circular transparent light cluster, in which floated a large pink and white petal, and in the recess of the petals, there was a handful of slightly cloudy liquid.

Seeing the person, the woman just swept diagonally, and bored to change her arm to support her head.

The mysterious man took off his wide black robe and revealed his true face, but he was an extremely outstanding man, looking twenty-seven or eighteen, and his evil spirit was abnormal.

"Bored? Get out for a walk. ”

The woman shook her head and said lightly: "It's not interesting." ”

The man sat beside her and took her into his arms: "When the fairy bridge is opened, I will take you to the fairy world to play." ”

The woman was noncommittal, looking at the handful of water in the petals, and frowned exquisitely: "It would be nice if there was yellow spring water." ”

The man sighed: "It's a pity that we can't enter the underworld." ”

They are immortal, as long as they step into the underworld, they don't need to be the king of the palace, and the way of heaven can destroy them.

The woman pouted: "But the soul water obtained in this way is always impure." ”

The man smiled: "It's not that I can't suppress the resentment in it, and slowly discharge the impurities." ”

The woman was still unhappy.

"Okay, don't worry about me, I've already figured out a way."

"Huh? What's the idea? ”

"I let the smoke slave go to the mortal world to find the souls of the good people in the world, and the soul power of the pure and good people can help me cleanse the impurities in my body."

The woman's brows did not loosen: "How can the soul of a good person be easy to find, not to mention that the smoke slave is arrogant, if she forcibly takes the soul, the effect will be greatly reduced." ”

"Discounting it will have some effect, and there is no better way." The man stroked her long hair: "I was going to grab some meritorious monks and wash them with their divine souls, although the Buddha power and merit in their bodies can also hurt me, but it has the best effect on dealing with the impurities of soul power." Now—"

The woman stretched her legs: "Of course I know, now that Xianqiao is important, we can also benefit from it, that little Buddha is not easy to move." ”

The man played with his hair: "So, I have to use a stupid way." ”

The woman's eyes rolled: "Or, there is something that can help you." ”

"Oh? What do you hear? ”

"Buddhism has accepted a female apprentice, although she is not officially ordained, but I know that she is a ghost."

The man's eyes lit up: "Where?" ”

"In the monk's den."

The man stopped talking.

The woman said: "The monk's nest is always easier to break into than the underworld, haven't you ever let people sneak in before?" A ghost cultivator who can be accepted by Buddhism, her soul must be pure. ”