Looking directly at the capital city, Yang Xuantong's heart was not the slightest surprise, but was full of infinite horror. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoBecause from the moment he saw the city, he felt a cold chill in the city, locking himself.

He didn't know if it was his yang man peeping into the underworld that attracted the attention of the yin god, maybe this gaze belonged to black and white impermanence or the king of the ten halls of hell. Anyway, while feeling this cold, he closed his eyes, came to cover his ears and steal the bell, and silently said in his heart, "You can't see me, and I can't see you." ”

It wasn't until it lasted for more than ten minutes that the chill gradually disappeared, and Yang Xuantong felt the warmth again.

"Damn, it's evil." With a sigh of relief, Yang Xuantong complained.

When he opened his eyes, he was dumbfounded. The ghost door had been closed, and he was watching as everyone gathered around him to watch him.

"What's wrong?" Yang Xuantong asked stupidly.

"Master Mingshan said that today's transcendent puja is over, but you didn't say anything after calling you a few times." Chen Yuchan said with some concern.

Yang Xuantong was extremely depressed in his heart, Feng Shui metaphysics is not good at all, especially in himself, which is more clearly reflected, and his time is often lost by himself.

Raising his eyes and looking into the distance, he saw that Yin Thirty-eight, who was standing on the edge of the ghost gate, was closing his eyes and recuperating, and it seemed that he was going to guard the ghost gate here. Look at Master Mingshan again, looking at himself with a smile.

"Ahem, I was thinking about something very important just now, so I was a little distracted, everyone should go and rest." Yang Xuantong coughed twice and said to everyone.

He is also reminding himself in his heart that don't be stupid in the future, he wants to see everything. If you see something you shouldn't see, it will inevitably lead to something bad.

This time, Yang Xuantong did not go back to sleep, nor did he live in the tent, but still wrapped himself and Xiao Tongtong tightly in a big down jacket and sat by the charcoal fire.

And it went on for another five days, every day.

Excavate bones during the day, and open the ghost door at night to extradite the souls. It's just that the number of souls extradited was higher on the first day, and the number of souls decreased in the following days.

In the words of Yin Thirty-Eight, it is normal for the number to decrease. After all, there is only one ghost gate here, and Master Mingshan is not a large-scale festival this time, and the scope of influence is limited.

As for the ghosts that emerge from this burial pit, there are fewer and fewer ghosts, because the further they go, the heavier the obsession in the hearts of these ghosts. Tonight is the last day, and if there are still no ghosts in the end, they will either be taken away or scattered.

After all, they are different from ordinary ghosts, and this time the underworld also made a big move, carrying the ghost gate over. If you don't clean up this side, where will the face of the underworld be?

Today is the last day, and Yang Xuantong also returned home to take a shower during the day. Before the child, he came to the incense table and lit a stick of incense, and worshiped these bones. I also kept praying in my heart, hoping that they would be able to get rid of their attachments and enter samsara.

He didn't want to see the remaining ghosts detained or dispersed as Yin Thirty-Eight said, and he had been working here for so long so that they could re-enter samsara.

They are fundamentally different from Nannan, who have opened up their spiritual wisdom and can transform into entities. If they don't do it well, they will become fierce spirits, and re-entering reincarnation is the right way.

At midnight, eight more ghosts entered the door. Every time he walked in, Yang Xuantong's heart would be happy.

"There are three ghosts in the grave, if you want to help them, force them out." Just when his heart was rejoicing, Yin Thirty-Eight came to his side.

"Hey, this trade is a bit of a loss." Yang Xuantong said with a sigh.

Walked slowly to the edge of the grave and looked inside.

Now the grave has lifted out most of the bones, and the evil aura in the vicinity has dissipated a lot because these ghosts have entered the ghost gate.

The way he could think of to force the remaining three ghosts out was to drive away the strongest part of the evil qi here, just like he had driven away the evil qi for Tongtong in the first place.

Every punch he threw on the ground was hard, and his mouth was full of prayer. But even so, the three ghosts still did not show their forms.

He knew that this was because of his lack of skill, and what he bombarded was only the point where the evil qi leaked, and the real evil qi condensed in these bones. There was really no way, so he had to ask for his strongest magic weapon, the lightning strike jujube wood gossip mirror.

He didn't want to use this, because this was made of lightning strike jujube wood, and the aura of this gossip mirror would harm the ghosts below. But now that they don't need it, it can't be done, it's better to hurt them than to be blown away by Yin Thirty-Eight.

After Yang Xuantong took out this lightning strike jujube wood gossip mirror from his backpack, the aura here also changed. It can be clearly seen that around the gossip mirror, the already faint evil qi was directly cleared.

"Hurry up, there's still half an hour to go." Yin Thirty-Eight reminded.

Yang Xuantong nodded, adjusted his position, and faced the gossip mirror towards the moon. He couldn't see the specific location of the ghosts underneath, and could only use the moonlight reflected by the gossip mirror to expel them.

Although it is often said that the essence of the sun and the moon is the essence of the moonlight, the essence of the moonlight is still reflected by the sun's rays. It's just that because it's a reflected light, it's not as heavy as the yang energy when the sun is shining directly. There is Master Mingshan chanting here, with the blessing of the aura of Buddhism, and with the efforts of many parties, the three ghosts sunk at the bottom finally can't hide.

The first one to emerge looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, and after appearing, he quickly walked to the ghost gate. The second one that emerged was not clear at all, and was covered in smoke, so it could only be seen that it was a pregnant woman.

Yang Xuantong sighed bitterly in his heart, no wonder the obsession in the hearts of these two people was so heavy. This child is the youngest of these ghosts, and the obsession of this pregnant woman should be concerned about the baby in her womb.

It also took about twenty minutes to send these two ghosts away, and his heart was a little anxious.

After looking closely, he found the last place with the heaviest evil aura underneath, and then he took a photo. When the ghost floated up and saw her face clearly, Yang Xuantong hurriedly put away the gossip mirror.

"Thirty-eight, this time you must sell your favor, and give me some more time." Yang Xuantong ran to Yin Thirty-Eight and said anxiously.