It was dark below, but the sound of the back-flowing waterfall suddenly became clear, my eyes widened in surprise, and I looked over, and I understood one thing, the strange point here was the flowing, splashing silver waterfall in front of me, before, I didn't hear any sound at all.

It seems that it is because of this Luoyin Temple on the mountain peak, it is too quiet, I don't think it is strange, I obviously see the waterfall against the current, I think it is very strange, but this will, but I found that the waterfall is extremely peculiar, it will flow backwards, and there was no sound before, but now this large number of splashing sounds, clearly came.

Under the peak, there is a black hole, nothing can be seen, and the white mist that the clouds surround the mountain peak has now dispersed, and it seems that this waterfall going up the river has something to do with the fog that has dispersed, because it is the fog that has dispersed, and I only heard the sound of the water.

I continued to watch for a while, and although I could faintly hear the sound below, it was coming up, but I couldn't hear it clearly because of the chaotic sound of the waterfall.

I watched this strange situation all night, and sure enough, when the fog began to cover upstream, the sound of the waterfall rushing upstream, came to an abrupt end.

I listened quietly for a while, ah, under the mountain, the roar, came up again, this time, I felt someone behind me, turned my head, it was the old monk Fuyuan, he had already gotten up, holding a hoe, taking care of the vegetable garden in front of the three small houses.

In the vegetable garden, there are some simple vegetables, many varieties, but I wonder why these vegetables can still grow without sunlight here.

After a while, Fuyuan walked over.

"Master Zhang, I'm going to the back mountain, pick some fruits, and go together."

I sighed, followed the past, behind the main hall of the Hidden Temple, there is a way up, there are dense woods everywhere, I followed Fuyuan, walked up, came to a relatively flat place, there are peach trees, pear trees, and several kinds of fruit trees, Fuyuan picked some, and then went down, but I became more and more strange, several fruits that are obviously not a season, are hanging fruit, and this fruit is very large, after Fuyuan picks the fruit, immediately new fruit, and began to grow slowly again.

Back in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Fuyuan first offered the fruit, and then entered the rightmost school building, where the smoke curled and he lit a fire to cook.

"It's a day like this, isn't it tedious?"

I finally couldn't hold back the doubts in my heart and asked, Fuyuan smiled.

"Master Zhang, even if you need to do the same thing every day, but there are thousands and thousands of ways to do one thing, how can it be boring?"

I sighed, the rice was cooked, I smelled a fragrance, after the Fuyuan offering, he invited me to eat, although the ghost does not need to eat, but I can smell the fragrance, and I ate two bowls of rice, it is very fragrant, this rice, the dish is also very good, after I eat, the body is inexplicable, very comfortable.

But the strange thing is that it is still not good, I can't release the evil qi, and once it is released, I will be in pain.

"Master Fuyuan, do you know what it takes to make my injuries heal."

There was really no choice but to turn to Fuyuan for help, he smiled lightly.

"Master Zhang, first of all, you are not a ghost, you can't even be called a ghost."

I sighed, and then looked at Fuyuan suspiciously.

"The so-called ghost, the charm of the ghost, strange, strange, strange, fearful, four words, is a ghost, and Zhang Shizhu, in front of you, is one of the three souls of Zhang Qingyuan's donor, the earth soul."

I nodded, it seems that Fuyuan is very clear about my origin, and I don't need to do too much recounting.

Fuyuan began to say, usually, after a person dies, there will be a turbidity, hidden in the chest, this turbidity, is contained in a person's seven emotions and six desires, these people, in front of the pure soul, are dirty, and the reason why people are called people is like a white and immaculate curtain, dyed with colorful lust, so they are called people.

The time that this turbidity is retained is so that after you die, you will be put on trial, sentenced, and thrown into hell, so that you can retain your personality during your lifetime, and once the three souls are separated.

The human soul will go down to the underworld as the object of torture and judgment, while the earth soul will exist in the cemetery, waiting for a new reincarnation, the heavenly soul will return to the heavenly path, and the three souls have their own effects, waiting to gather again and enter the reincarnation.

And this turbidity will remain until your sins are washed away to a certain extent, and then it will be dissipated, and that is when you drink Meng Po soup and completely cut off contact with this turbidity.

But my situation is that I came back from the dead, and one of the three souls did not return to the main body, and the reason was naturally the soul refining and locking platform of the onizuka, as well as the soul-replenishing technique that the old couple of Naraku performed on me.

There have been cases like this before, and the reason why the people of Naraku created such a technique to replenish the soul was actually to use something extremely pure as a substitute for the soul.

A long time ago, someone ate the ghost, but stopped it halfway, and that person's soul may have been eaten partially, and the soul was mutilated, and then Naraku appeared, and after several such situations, he began to create this soul-replenishing technique.

This soul-replenishing technique, there is a peculiar place, that is, it can completely create a soul with the same effect as the original incomplete soul, which is basically no different from a normal person, but this peculiar place is that once the person who casts this spell cannot be reincarnated, and after death, it will turn into a wisp of lonely smoke and disappear.

I was shocked and looked at Fuyuan in surprise.

"If an ordinary guy might be like this, don't worry, Master Zhang, that Zhang Qingyuan in the Yang world, won't die so easily."

I snorted, and then immediately cursed.

"Who the fuck worries about that bastard, grass."

Fuyuan just smiled and continued to explain.

In my current situation, the only thing that connects me with Zhang Qingyuan in the Yang world is these seven emotions and six desires, and I probably understand why I can often meet Zhang Qingyuan in my dreams, and I also kindly taught him some ways to use evil qi.

"Master, what you said, I'm not a complete ghost, what should I do?"

"The so-called complete ghost must have a complete ghost, and Master Zhang, the injury you are suffering now is probably not going to get better for the rest of your life."

I was shocked, indeed, after all this time, I still couldn't use the evil qi, or even float.

"The ghosts of the general ghost class all have thirteen ghost gates, but Master Zhang, your thirteen ghost gates, there are only 5, and there are 8 ghost gates missing."

Then Fuyuan told me some things about the ghost gate.

"Master Fuyuan, do you know how to let me have a complete ghost?"

Fuyuan shook his head, then got up and told me that he was going to meditate, I was in a heavy mood, sitting on the steps in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, I couldn't help but glance at the majestic statue of Sakyamuni behind me, and sneered.

Fuyuan told me that if the ghost is damaged, it will be repaired automatically, but my incomplete ghost, because of the impact of the great force, has become fragmented, and it is already a miracle that I did not die immediately, it seems that my instinct keeps my ghost immortal.

In my mind, those pictures of Zhang Qingyuan's actions in the yang world came over again, it was in a school, it seemed that the people from the ghost burial team were investigating some case, I didn't have time to think about these pictures in detail, and I was in a bad mood.

I stood up and went to the edge of the cliff again, and when I looked at the waterfall in front of me, my heart began to grieve and I didn't know what to do next.

"Amitabha, Zhang Shizhu, why bother to increase your troubles? Things will naturally have a solution, I don't know, it doesn't mean that no one knows, the solution, why don't you ask your own instinct? ”

I looked at Fuyuan, and the hope in my heart ignited again, he said before that I didn't die because of my instinct, maintaining the ghost that should have been extinguished a long time ago.

"How can you see my instincts?"

"You just need to be able to quietly call out to your instincts, hear its voice, and you can see it."

I sighed, and then sat down quietly, and began to think, and kept shouting, and at last, however, for a long time, I did not hear any sound.

"Maybe it's Master Zhang, your current physique is too fragile, and your instinct is too strong, once there is a dialogue, then your ghost may not be able to withstand the impact of this huge power, and will disperse and turn into ashes."

"So what to do? Help me, Master Fuyuan. ”

I looked at Fuyuan sincerely, and in this place, I could only ask him for advice.

"Amitabha, good and good, Lao Gu will also do some modest efforts for Zhang Shizhu, I will send you into your instinctive world, but Zhang Shizhu, you must remember that you are your own master, because with you, you have instinct, don't forget this."

I nodded, and Fuyuan let me go to the Mahavira Hall, sitting in front of the statue of Shakyamuni, with his eyes closed, he stood behind me, holding one hand and the other, making a gesture for the Buddha, and then recited it silently.

A white glow rose above my head, and then I saw something that shimmered with golden light, gradually disappearing into my head.

I started to lose consciousness little by little, my body was heavy, and gradually, I closed my eyes and lost consciousness.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I noticed that all around me were black, but in front of me, there was a golden grain, shaking.