Judge Jin and Wang Laodao are obviously old acquaintances, and after being polite to each other, Judge Jin glanced at Wang Xiaobai and smiled: "I heard that Wang Lingguan accepted an apprentice with good qualifications, and when I saw it today, it was really a young hero!" ”

Wang Xiaobai, who praised him, was a little embarrassed, but he was still very happy in his heart, and just about to say a few polite words, Wang Laodao preemptively spoke: "The apprentice is very stubborn, don't praise him, so as not to spoil him!" ”

What age is it, don't talk about it, others praise me, you have to step on a foot to show modesty, it's really old-fashioned to a smell of antiques, Wang Xiaobai smiled awkwardly and didn't speak, Judge Jin laughed, and said very heartily: "Brother Wang, I brought you the booklet, and the document was also sent, I have somewhere else to go, so I say goodbye!" ”

As soon as Judge Jin arched his hand, the bamboo slips in his hand were in the hands of Wang Laodao, which was quite magical, Wang Laodao agreed, carefully opened the bamboo slips, and put them on the desk, Judge Jin took a step back, and after he took a step back, the atmosphere in the temple immediately changed, becoming more gloomy and dark, and many ghosts and shadows in the door were in a trance......

Wang Laodao spread the bamboo slips on the desk, took out the Lingguan seal from his arms, lightly stamped a seal on the lower right side of the bamboo slips, and then said to the two ghosts guarding the door: "Let it go!" ”

The two ghosts were expressionless, and when they walked to their respective conjuring flags to stop, many ghosts floated out of the door, some ghosts were expressionless, and some were very excited, Wang Xiaobai found that most of the expressionless faces were old ghosts, the clothes on their bodies were old, and the yin qi was very heavy, and those who were excited were obviously dead not long ago, and the clothes were very new, and the yin qi was very slight.

Each ghost held a white paper document in his hand, which should have been issued by the underworld, floated to the desk, and gently placed the document on the bamboo slip, which emitted a faint white light and disappeared, but on the bamboo slip showed a line of handwriting, name, where he was from, when he died, and where he went...... It's like a resume.

After the handwriting was revealed, except for the name, the rest were hidden, and the ghost who handed over the document floated into the distance, followed by a second ...... Wang Xiaobai opened his eyes, who would have thought that bamboo slips still have this function, it is too high-tech, standing beside the master, watching carefully, not daring to move, nor daring to speak, for fear of clash with the yin people.

Five hundred ghosts, that's not a few, lined up in a long line, kept coming out of the Huangxian Temple, and kept disappearing, but the ghosts floated fast, and put down the papers, the whole process lasted only half an hour, and all the ghosts disappeared, only the bamboo slips on the desk, and a string of names on the bamboo slips.

The temple is empty, and the ghosts will never appear, but the two ghosts will not go, each guarding the side of the temple gate, Wang Laodao guarded the bamboo slips, looked at the top carefully, and said to Wang Xiaobai: "Our spiritual officials are in the same vein, and we have to choose a place to guard ** on July 15 every year, it has been hundreds of years, and it has never been interrupted, can you see this procedure clearly?" ”

Wang Xiaobai nodded and asked curiously, "Master, isn't the Ghost Gate Pass a fixed place?" ”

In myths and legends, the Ghost Gate Pass is a pass in the Netherworld, ghosts must pass through the Ghost Gate Pass to enter and exit, and there are eighteen ghost kings and ghost soldiers on both sides, but Wang Laodao opened the door in the Huangxian Temple, which allows ghosts to enter and exit, Wang Xiaobai is a little bit unintelligible.

Wang Laodao listened to him and asked, and said with a smile: "We are guarding the **, not the ghost gate, every year on the 15th Ghost Festival of July, the underworld will issue documents to the ghosts in advance, and return to the nearest hometown under the leadership of the ghost and the judge, the yellow talisman I burned, in fact, is a notice, informing me that I will be here to guard the pass this year, and the ghost will report after receiving it, and the ghost will come with the ghost, this little thing is actually not necessary for the golden judge, we have a friendship, he came in person, but he wanted to meet with me and say a few words of gossip! ”

It's really not a door, I don't know the doorway in this door, it turns out that guarding ** is such a law-abiding, Wang Xiaobai doesn't understand too much, and asked again: "Master, I have seen the bamboo slips and the papers, it's amazing, but if there are ghosts who don't want to come back after the festival, how can we know?" There are 500 names on the bamboo slips. ”

Wang Laodao said in a deep voice: "You will know when the time comes, Xiaobai, let's keep **, we must keep it until twelve o'clock tomorrow night, but the specified time is nine o'clock, and the ghosts who come out must return to the underworld, and the remaining three hours are reserved for us, and there is nothing else to do, don't leave the Huangxian Temple during this time, practice the Taoism I taught you!" ”

In the last level, Wang Xiaobai officially worshiped Wang Laodao as a teacher, and became a disciple of the spirit officer, no matter how impatient he was, he had to endure it, not to mention that this last level was very easy and freehand, not to mention the long knowledge, and there was no danger, but I don't know how many disobedient ghosts will come out to wander today, and I have to rush to the county seat in three hours, and I have to catch them all, is it too late?

Wang Xiaobai knew that the last three hours were the real test, and he just took advantage of this time to study the token thoroughly, after all, it was his magic weapon, and he had to accompany him for a lifetime, and there was only such a magic weapon so far, Wang Xiaobai simply sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the token in his hand to practice qi and breathing, and practicing the thirteen styles of Lingguan Tai Chi with the token in his hand.

Wang Xiaobai meditated cross-legged, the token was placed on the palm of his hand, the moonlight was reflected on the token and exuded a faint light, under the blessing of the token, Wang Xiaobai entered the silence very quickly, although it is the most basic kung fu, it is not easy, the beginner's mood is not stable, all kinds of feelings continue to emerge, one will be light, one will be heavy, one will be hot, one will be cool, one will be numb, one will be itchy, there is no stable time.

In order to overcome these, Wang Xiaobai has been practicing for more than three years, but even after practicing for three years, it takes two or three minutes to adjust his breath if he wants to enter meditation, but with the blessing of the token, Wang Xiaobai breathed steadily, and immediately entered the meditation, Wang Xiaobai's eyes were closed, and his expression was full of serene satisfaction, and the whole person seemed to have been integrated into all things in heaven and earth, making people not feel his existence, and his breathing was soft and long, one breath and one breath, one yin and one yang, which was natural.

Wang Laodao was a little shocked, both surprised and happy, surprised that he was eighteen years old when he reached this stage of complete meditation, the difference is that he learned the Tao at the age of five, and it took thirteen years to reach this level, but Wang Xiaobai only practiced for three years, and these three years are not always practice, after all, he has to go to school, and there are only three hours at night every day.

Even so, Wang Xiaobai has also practiced, which is inevitably too appalling. Happily, Wang Xiaobai is sure that he will surpass himself, as long as he doesn't practice lazily, the four-grade spiritual official is stable, and the third-grade is not impossible, the ancestors bless, the spiritual official law is finally going to produce a grandmaster-level character......

Wang Laodao's eyes were a little moist, thinking of the difficulties of his ancestors for thousands of years, he was really full of emotion, looking at Wang Xiaobai was both loving and moving, and carefully stood beside Wang Xiaobai to protect the Dharma for him.

At this time, Wang Xiaobai has blocked everything in the outside world, he has entered a mysterious and mysterious realm, his whole body is filled with an indescribable joy, he is extremely comfortable between breathing and breathing, and soon reached a very subtle realm, the door of nothingness, feeling the death of God, and all things turn into one. But nothingness is not the end, it is not the beginning, it is nothing. Wang Xiaobai can't describe this nothingness in any way, and no one can tell what it is. Or rather, it's nothing.

Endless nothingness, i.e., is, i.e., non-being, i.e., non-existence, i.e., beginning, i.e., end, i.e., reason, i.e., nothingness, i.e., nothingness. This mysterious realm makes Wang Xiaobai feel that time has disappeared, and Wang Xiaobai is in this nothingness, ups and downs.

Sometimes it feels like there is nothing in it, and there are countless living beings, and sometimes it feels dead and silent, as if there is nothing but nothingness and his wisp of divine consciousness. But slowly he found that the gas he exhaled did not disperse, but gradually condensed together, at the beginning the faint gas he exhaled out seemed to have life in this endless void, forming a Dao air flow, the air flow back and forth, gradually the sound became louder and louder, as if there was the sound of wind and thunder.

The sound of wind and thunder became louder and louder, Wang Xiaobai could no longer rest assured, and the Dao airflow formed by his breath continued to impact him, making him float, and a wisp of divine consciousness was washed by the airflow more and more weak, as if he was about to merge into this endless void, no longer existing, he would not be able to support it, and suddenly there was a spell sound in the void.

"The five qi are positive, and the dry image changes. Yiwei assisted, and his mind was fine. Hurry like a law......" The incantation sounded back and forth, constantly sounding, Wang Xiaobai followed the incantation, and couldn't help but read it, a white light flashed in his mind, and his consciousness suddenly certain, Wang Xiaobai! screamed and opened his eyes.

Wang Xiaobai, who woke up, was sweating profusely, and the feeling of endless darkness disappeared without a trace, he moved, and found that his body was not in serious trouble, so he was relieved, and took a deep breath, but when he looked up, he saw Wang Laodao frowning and looking at himself, he was stunned and said, "Master, what's wrong with me?" ”

Wang Laodao said to him seriously: "Xiaobai, you can be regarded as a real meditation today, but your kung fu to guard the gods is not enough, the meditation time should not be too long, don't covet the mysterious and mysterious feeling, if you feel wrong, just recite the pure heart mantra I just recited, cultivation is natural, step by step is the right way, you are only eighteen years old, take your time, don't worry!" ”

Wang Xiaobai remembered the danger just now, and nodded with palpitations, feeling that something was wrong, why was the sky so bright? Looking up, I saw that the sky was a little dark, and I didn't know if it was morning or night, so I couldn't help but say, "Master, what time is it?" ”

"It's five o'clock in the afternoon, you've been in silence for more than ten hours, Xiaobai, rest and rest, recover your strength, it's time for us to get down to business......"