At the other end of the temple, Ji Sanyuan and the woman stood in a gloomy corner, not far in front of them, a small room engraved with scriptures.

"Ye Na, call out the old monster and ask if it's this place."

Ji Sanyuan looked around vigilantly and said to the woman named Ye Na beside him.

A white bone and blood mask covered Ye Na's delicate face, and it looked like the one who had escaped the suppression of the Buddha statue in the secret room of the royal mansion.

"That's right, my body is inside. Tonight, if the rules for transcending the Yin Soul here remain unchanged, it will be the best time to open the seal.

As long as you help me get my body back, the remaining half of the arcane scroll will definitely be handed over to you. ”

The bone mask faded as he finished speaking.

"Brother Sanyuan, what should I do next? The old monk looked very difficult to deal with, and he would definitely not be able to get in if he didn't get it. ”

Ye Na regained consciousness and asked quietly.

"Let's wait until ~11 o'clock and see how it goes."

Ji Sanyuan calculated the time, and it was from eleven o'clock in the evening to one o'clock in the morning, and the old monster said vaguely, and he didn't dare to act rashly if he wasn't sure.

After speaking, the two returned to the meditation room assigned to them, waiting for the time to come.

Shang Biao was next door to them, and he came back a little earlier.

The full moon shifts obliquely, and the time comes.

Shang Biao pushed open the creaky door and walked to the main hall.

Zhiqing, Zhiguang, and Yuantong have been waiting here for a long time, only Xiao Shami's consciousness is not there.

The four were lined up side by side, none of them spoke.

The sound of the rosary in Zhiguang's hand turning kept ringing, and it was clearly audible in front of the silent Buddha hall.

After a while, a scrawny ghost quietly appeared in the middle of the courtyard.

With its appearance, it seems that the ghost door has been opened, and all kinds of ghosts holding their heads, missing arms and legs, and holding their intestines and stomachs have come one after another.

Most of the ghosts had dull expressions, and walked mechanically into the temple courtyard and stood still.

Only a dwarf winter melon like a pig-killing man had a hideous expression, holding a bloody sharp knife in his hand, and walked to the front step by step, revealing an eerie grim smile.

"Gaga, Zhiqing, you have a lot of guests in this broken temple today! Do you want me to help you urge Mei Niang, let her entertain her, and keep it so that these two little brothers are comfortable. ”

"Master Deng Shi is cautious, be careful that trouble comes out of your mouth."

Zhiqing glanced at Shang Biao and persuaded the dwarf winter melon.

He also learned about Shang Biao's deeds from Yuantong's mouth, and he was very uneasy in his heart, and he had an ominous premonition, always feeling that something would happen today.

"That's right, with a little cultivation, it's a ghost-level Yin Soul. If I accept him, a few Taoist friends won't mind, right? ”

Shang Biao looked at the dwarf winter melon and praised it. Although his Ten Thousand Ghost Banners include nearly a thousand Yin Souls, this thing is never enough for the descendants of the Yin Mountain Sect.

A hundred has a hundred to play, and a thousand has the effect of a thousand. Seeing this well-qualified ghost, it's always a collection habit in my heart.

"Daoyou said and laughed, life and death rotate, yin and yang are different, and the way of slaves and ghosts will hurt heaven and harmony after all."

After finding out Zhiqing's attitude, Shang Biao didn't say anything more, but Deng Donggua was taken aback by the conversation between the two, and quickly took a few steps back and hid to the back.

This kind of villain in the market, he is afraid of being weak and afraid of having a hard hand, but he doesn't dare to do it when he really starts it.

"The two Taoist friends are really profound in Buddhism, and they can make so many vain ghosts willing to go to the underworld to suffer. The dead city is not easy to treat, if it is poor, but if there is a slight opportunity, it will not leave in the sun. ”

After being silent for a while, Shang Biao saw that there were more and more ghosts who came to ask for transcendence, and said a word.

This is a sincere compliment, in the last plot world, he personally experienced the feeling of spending his life in a vain city, which is equivalent to a large prison cell.

Only these ancient fools will be so well-behaved, the yin soul in reality regards freedom as much more important than reincarnation, even if the soul is annihilated in the yang world, there are few people who take the initiative to seek the surrender of the monk and seek transcendence.

The limit on the number of ghosts has led to the fact that in reality, those monks can only hold ghost pujas when they have gathered a similar number, rather than at regular intervals.

"Daoyou praised falsely, my senior brother and sister have not done enough of this little trick, and they can only save these miserable people with a heart of punishing the former and saving the future."

Zhiqing became humble and was very useful for his admiration for his peers.

"Senior brother, it's almost time to come, let's get ready to light the Buddha Lotus Lantern."

"Well, Yuantong, you can light the lamp today!"

After Zhiqing finished speaking, he took out a gilded lotus seat Buddha lamp from the wide sleeve robe, and the position in the center of the lamp was not lamp oil, but seven lotus seeds of different colors.

Yuantong recited the "Dizo Bodhisattva Sutra" in his mouth, and a majestic Buddha power poured into the lotus lamp, and the seven lotus seeds were lit one by one.

The ghosts in the courtyard were bathed in the colorful lotus lights, and they all showed expressions of enjoyment.

Most of the yin spirits in this group are born to suffer, but when they die, they can enjoy the baptism of the Buddha lamp and enjoy the comfort of the soul.

The colorful light gradually formed a one-person-high light curtain in front of the Buddha lamp, and the yin spirits seemed to feel the summoning and walked towards the light curtain in an orderly manner.

"Amitabha, the path of the underworld is to the west, the head is facing the other side, donors must not look back!"

There is no turning back in the underworld, Zhiqing is reminding some yin souls who are slightly sane that those who look blank will not make such a mistake. Obey the call of the ghost gate and go all the way.

After a while, only the dwarf winter melon surnamed Deng was left in the courtyard and was still enjoying the baptism of Buddha's light.

"Senior nephew, it's over."

"Isn't there still a ghost who doesn't want to go down?"

Shang Biao looked at Deng Donggua curiously, he could actually resist the instinctive attraction of the ghost gate in the underworld, there was something.

"Hehe, I'm just here to enjoy it for a while, and then go down to suffer when my soul dissipates."

At the end of Yuantong's Buddha light, Deng Donggua himself opened his mouth to explain.

"You are smart, this Buddha light can reduce your own debts, and you may be able to reincarnate in the next life."

"Hey, you're wrong, master, I'd rather be a pig than be a human again. At the very least, the pigs are well fed and slept well before they die. In these years, being a human being is really not as comfortable as a pig, and the longer you live, the more you suffer. ”

"Haha, that makes sense, I kind of appreciate you. Do you want to follow me, when the yin soul is also three, six, nine and so on, follow a good master, at least you can ensure that your soul does not dissipate. ”

Shang Biao was amused by Deng Donggua's reason, there are not many people in this world who can understand this.

"Master, you better let me go, it's not your type that I like. Why don't you try Mei Niang, she likes young people like you and the master the most. ”

Deng Donggua looked at Shang Biao as if he was not so difficult to get along with, and he spoke presumptuously.