It was as if someone was chanting the Buddha in a low voice, and the sound was carried in the wind, which was very uncomfortable, and my ghost had a very peculiar feeling, as if it was about to fly out of my body, followed by the Sanskrit sound that came from time to time.

This feeling became stronger and stronger, and at this time, Ye Guyun immediately stood in place, turned his head, and looked at me.

"Sit down and tease first, Brother Zhang, the peculiarity here is that when ghosts come here, they will be guided by a force, just ignore it."

I nodded, sat down, the dragon head on the side, as if it was not affected at all, and only me, this feeling, is not uncomfortable, but the mood is unusually stable, a little comfortable, always feel that I want to fly, a little fluttery.

Suddenly, the Sanskrit sound became clearer and clearer, buzzing in my head, and I felt more and more uncomfortable, and my ghost began to move little by little, wanting to get out of my body.

The Sanskrit sound became thicker and thicker, and my face became more and more ugly, and the dragon head and Ye Guyun also noticed the abnormality, and came over one after another, squatted next to me, and investigated.

Something, controlling my thinking, everything, my ghostly energy, is gradually dissolving, this situation, very bad, I don't have any pain, but more and more comfortable, as if the whole person is about to melt, soft.

My consciousness began to blur, and the voices of Ye Guyun and the dragon head gradually moved away from me.

Slowly, I entered a black space, which was my instinctive space, and as soon as I woke up, I felt it, but at this time, there seemed to be something wrong in my space, something was wrong.

"Grass, Zhang Qingyuan, hurry up and cut off the instinct from you."

Suddenly my shadow appeared behind me, and I turned my head to see only six of my ghosts, as if enchanted, with their hands folded and kneeling on the ground, and I walked over.

"What's wrong with you?"

I asked Zhu Tang first, but he raised his head, his face was relaxed, he didn't say a word, just smiled, and even the yin ghost, that sickly smile, turned into a gentle smile.

"You... Here it ........"

A majestic voice, but full of supreme auspiciousness, fell from the sky, and bursts of golden light caught my attention.

As soon as I raised my head, I saw a string of swastikas in the sky, followed by a large string of words.

"Ji Shou is pure heart, the southern world is full of incense clouds, treasure rain and treasure clouds are innumerable, the immeasurable Buddha Tibetan Great Compassion, fragrant rain flower clouds and flower rain, for auspicious Rui all over the solemn, the heavens and people ask the Buddha what is the cause, the three worlds come to praise together, I am here to plant good karma, the Buddha said that the king of the Bodhisattva of the earth, the Bodhisattva of the ten directions took refuge, and praised the true merits of the earth......."

My head began to become dizzy with the golden text that emerged, and I unconsciously began to squat slowly, and then folded my hands and knelt on the ground.

"Be sober, Zhang Qingyuan, don't be confused by this false Buddha qi."

My shadow immediately shook my body and spoke urgently, but at this time, my head seemed to be a mess, and I only knew that I knew very well that I had to stand up and break off my instincts from myself, otherwise something would be wrong.

I tried my best to stay awake, trying to resist the Sanskrit sound that had spread all over my instinctive world, and my instinctive space began to change from black to white, revealing strands of golden light, and I felt that it was disappearing, and the six ghosts behind me were beginning to disappear little by little.

"Think about it, Zhang Qingyuan, what are you, what are you now."

My shadow immediately roared, and in a moment, I regained consciousness a little, and I kept shaking my head, and then I couldn't hold it anymore, and I yelled and stood up.

"You guys, wake up, we're ghosts, we're evil ghosts......."

I yelled, and the sizzling sound kept coming, and at this time, the sky began to crack, and black things stretched out, and I looked up and yelled.

"Instinct, called coexistence....... Embodiment ......."

With a roar, the black beams of light that fell began to converge little by little, and gradually, a huge black demon with a hunched waist, a pointed face, pointed ears, and baring fangs appeared in my instinctive space.

The demon roared, his huge hands embedded in those golden words, and then tore them to both sides, and with a bang, his eyes gradually turned into a golden instinct space, tearing apart, and then the evil ghost roared, swallowing those golden lights, as well as the words, all into it.

The darkness began to blacken my entire instinctual space again.

"Grass, it's paste."

I heard a voice behind me, panting and turning my head away, looking at the ghost, who seemed to be asleep, looking for something all over the place.

"Oh, mahjong table? What about mahjong tiles? What are you doing? ”

My six spirits looked at each other, as if they didn't know what had just happened, and looked extremely surprised.

"Qingyuan, what's going on, how did you make your instinct manifest here."

The embodied dark demon has begun to gradually dissipate, and I can't carry this power at all, it's very difficult, all of this, for me now.

I looked at the spirit snake and smiled wryly as I explained, but the ghosts didn't look convinced, they didn't remember what had happened.

"Go ahead and play your mahjong, if you don't have a seat, keep making bullets."

My shadow said, and then in the distance, there was an automatic mahjong table, and the cards began to shuffle, and the six ghosts scrambled to pass, and finally the ghosts and mourning ghosts did not grab the position, so they had to obediently turn into wisps of black smoke and continue to make bullets.

"That thing just now, it's not good, you almost died."

My shadow spoke, I nodded, indeed, I felt that above my instinct, there was a higher being, and he was pressing on my instinct, unable to coexist, only to give that thing, to influence, absorb, turn into ashes.

"Don't forget, Zhang Qingyuan, you are a demon now."

I nodded, my consciousness began to blur, and after a long time, I opened my eyes.

"I said, Zhang Qingyuan, wake up."

The dragon head shook my body on the side, I smiled, stood up, wiped the sweat on my head, and then stretched my waist, the Sanskrit sound has disappeared, and I finally understand why Ye Guyun and the dragon head have not been affected in any way, their own subconscious, and even the depths of the ghosts, have the imprint of the green ghost.

"It's okay, City Lord Ye, dragon head, let's go."

After walking for about half an hour, we approached, the ladder to the sky, at a glance, this staircase, only reached the light blue lotus throne that floated in the air, a long distance.

A gust of wind howled through the seemingly empty city, and there was a loud whimper, as if someone were crying.

When we came to the bottom of the stairs, we were stunned, because the closer we got, the worse Ye Gucheng's face became, although the dragon head and I didn't release ghosts, but in this Jialan City, let alone people, there are not even ghosts.

Ye Guyun had an angry look on his face, and his ghost network had already spread around the city.

"What the hell do you want to do, that bastard?"

Ye Guyun's face was angry, he took the first step and walked up the stairs, and in an instant, I saw Ye Guyun's face, with shock and surprise.

With doubts, I and the dragon head also went up, and for a while, I was stunned, and a lively and extraordinary sound came, and the streets around were full of ghosts, and the whole city was full of human brains, not at all like what we saw under the stairs.

"It's a ghost domain."

Ye Guyun immediately said, I and the dragon head also nodded, and in this ghost domain, it is exactly the same as the Jialan City we saw before, this should be the ghost domain of the ghost insect monk.

"Lord Ye, Amitabha, please go this way."

In front of him is a very tall monk, his lips are red, and his eyes are also red, the whole person is extremely feminine, revealing a bewitching atmosphere, and his voice is also very feminine.

We followed the monk and kept walking towards the stairs, all around, there were eye-catching eyes, many ghosts, and some yellow pages, discouraged, all looking at and muttering.

The content is about the festival of Ye Guyun and the ghost insect monks.

"What about my daughter?"

"Master Mu, I'm already waiting over there, please."

The ghost monk in front of him said, we continued to walk, and when we reached the middle of the entire Jialan City, there were two gates on the left and right, the gate on the right was open, and the left was tight.

"Please, City Lord Ye, the little monk will be rude, and don't disturb the reunion of your father and daughter."

Ye Guyun looked excited, walked in, and yelled.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, where are you?"

After entering, there is a yard with a lot of rockeries, and what surprised me the most was that there were still green trees.

It seems to be a place for guests to stay, on the left and right, are high-rise buildings, there is a rockery in the middle, at the door, there is a small stream, and directly opposite the rockery, there is a Buddhist hall, we walked over quickly, there were bursts of knocking wooden fish, and the sound of chanting Buddha.

"Qing'er, what are you doing?"

Ye Guyun stood at the door of the Buddha hall, I was stunned, it was Mu Wanqing, she was wearing a nun's robe, white, and was kneeling in front of a Buddha statue devoutly, chanting Buddha and knocking on wooden fish.

"Master Ye, Xiao Ni has taken refuge in my Buddha, please go back, I still have to devote myself to cultivation."

I saw that Ye Guyun was so angry that his teeth were itching, so he went over directly and grabbed Mu Wanqing, but Mu Wanqing didn't resist or shout, just silently closed his eyes, chanting the Buddha, and the rosary in his hand was still moving.