Standing under the city gate, I saw that the city gate was engraved with two big characters "ghost city" that had gone through vicissitudes, and this was the destination of this trip.

There are shops on every street in the city. The shops are always bustling with people and the streets are bustling with pedestrians, making the city very lively.

Walk on the street and no longer rush. Wu Yazi also had the leisure to introduce Mao Zheng: "A long time ago, there was a cultivator who cultivated to an existence that was infinitely close to an immortal......"

"Immortals?" Mao Zheng has been practicing for so long, he has never thought about these questions, and in his consciousness, they are all legends. Just like hearing ghost stories from others before, it was only after following Wu Yazi that he really realized that people really become ghosts after death. And now that Master is talking about immortals, it makes him think that this world seems to be the same as the legend says. So can a person who thinks about his own cultivation become an immortal? Although he was very shocked in his heart, he still had self-knowledge, and it was not easy to become an immortal.

"Listen to me, don't interject. The Taoist priest who is infinitely close to the immortal feels that he has no hope of becoming an immortal in the last years, and he is unwilling to return to the underworld. So he used what he had learned in his life in the place where he was born to open up a path that could lead to the underworld, the underworld, and the human world, which was not under the jurisdiction of the underworld, nor did it belong to the human world, and even the upper realm could not control it. He was the first to build a house here, at the beginning of some Taoist friends who were unwilling to reincarnate and had no hope of eternal life, they came here, they brought a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures, and began to do business with the ghosts of the underworld, and slowly after many years, here are known to some lonely souls and wild ghosts who cannot be reincarnated, and then they have come, they can sneak into the underworld, to collect some of the heavenly treasures of the underworld here in exchange for the living environment, and gradually here from an inconspicuous village, it has developed into a city of this size, And this city has also become a ghost town dedicated to taking in lonely souls and wild ghosts, and naturally the Taoist friend who founded the city became the lord of the city. Although the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts who entered the ghost town can no longer enter the yang world, they finally have a place to take them in! It's another kind of immortality here. ”

"Immortality? Is there really immortality? Mao Zheng asked.

"How can there be immortal in this world?" Wu Yazi sighed and said helplessly.

"What about immortals?" Mao Zheng asked again, he now felt that the relationship between life and death and immortality was very contradictory.

"An immortal is just a person whose ability surpasses that of ordinary people, and since he is a human being, he has to die. It's just that the life span of immortals is long and long, and they are immortal, but the death of immortals is life and death, and the ashes are annihilated. When Wu Yazi said this, the corners of his mouth twitched. Cultivating all his life, he is not pursuing immortality, but the higher his cultivation, the more he discovers that the so-called immortals are not eternal and immortal.

Mao Zheng was very confused at this time, listening to the master say this, life and death as a human being are not terrible, it is just a cycle. And the death of being an immortal is simply a real destruction, isn't that terrible? Then why do so many people still want to cultivate and become immortals?

As if seeing through Mao Zheng's thoughts, Wu Yazi squinted his eyes and said: "The responsibility of a cultivator is to eliminate demons and defend the Tao to maintain the stability of the world, and the second is to pursue a line of ethereal immortality. ”

While talking, the master and apprentice had already passed through several streets and came to a side street. I saw that there were many pedestrians and shops on this street. The yin qi on the street is very thick, and the yin spirit can always roll up the yin wind gusts when it passes by. And often see these ghosts sitting in a sedan chair, but the sedan chair is a paper man, and some people even sit on a paper horse galloping on the road.

Is this the world of ghosts?

Looking up at the sky, I saw a round of white sun hanging in the sky, the sun shining weakly on the entire earth, but it did emit a cold yin qi.

Mao Zheng suddenly felt that what he saw was so unreal, he even suspected that he was just dreaming about it.

At this time, Wu Yazi took him into a paper shop. He entered the shop in a dusty place, apparently not cleaned for a long time, only to see an old man with white hair sitting on a chair with his head pulled and asleep, and on the counter was a colorful paper figure, serving the customers of the store. At the entrance of the store, there is a living stove for incinerating paper, but there is a green ghost fire burning inside. Obviously, this is a shop opened for Yin Souls, and Mao Zheng doesn't know what the master brought him in for?

And when they stood in the store, several of the paper sellers inside slowly turned their heads to look at the two of them, and saw that the two of them under the black robe were profound and unpredictable. I couldn't help but quickly buy the paper work and hurriedly take it to the incinerator for incineration, and then the things they needed appeared by the incinerator.

It wasn't money that was paid to them, but something like herbs, and even brightly colored stones.

"Ahem! Ahem! Wu Yazi coughed twice. I saw that the sleeping old man heard it, and slowly raised his head, but he seemed so weak in this process, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but he was too old, so old that the skin on his head was like the bark of a dead tree, and even his eyes were so dim.

At this time, Wu Yazi removed the black robe and revealed his body. The old man's eyes suddenly flashed, and he stood up with a skeletal attitude, which contrasted with the drooping old state. He took a step forward and said excitedly in a hoarse voice, "Senior brother! What are you doing here? ”

Brother? This old man, who is clearly older than the master for an unknown number of years, is actually the master's junior brother, my uncle, why hasn't the master mentioned it again? …… Mao Zheng is stupid and can't see the world clearly!

"Hmmm! I'm just here to do errands, and by the way, I'll bring my apprentice over to recognize the road and see the world, your nephew's name is Mao Zheng. Hurry up and come over to meet Uncle Liu! Wu Yazi said, and pulled Mao Zheng, who was standing stupidly, over.

Mao Zheng immediately took off his black robe, revealing his body.

"Uncle Liu is above, my nephew is polite!" Mao Zheng immediately bowed down.

"Huh! Hurry up, hurry up! Uncle Liu hurriedly helped Mao Zheng up.

Mao Zheng got up, and Uncle Liu looked Mao Zheng up and down. Mao Zheng just lowered his head at this time, thinking about why Uncle Shi's strength was so great, when Uncle Shi helped him up just now, he clearly felt a huge force, and it made people warm. I thought in my heart, but everywhere I saw was Uncle Liu's floating feet, and Mao Zheng looked at himself and Master again, they were all down-to-earth. Mao Zheng's heart turned at this time, and he thought: Could it be that Uncle Liu is also a dead soul? If your feet don't touch the ground, isn't this a ghost?