"The builder of that temple is afraid that he is also a big demon, and this is clearly a place to raise ghosts."

But in Chen Peng's mind, at the beginning of the construction of this place, it was built to raise ghosts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that when he walked into the open space of the temple, he found that the architectural pattern here was all made to gather the evil energy.

Plainly.

This is a great array of yin and evil, so it will let the ghosts hide and find it, and after that, cultivate, and move in.

And after moving in, these ghosts can also disperse under the sun during the day without extinguishing their souls, and they can also not enter reincarnation when the ghost door is opened at night.

Lanruo Temple is like a shelter for them.

"It's a good place for ghost cultivation."

Chen Peng's divine thoughts swept through the room, and after taking out the Tree of Luck that was only half a foot in size, his eyes seemed to be able to see through yin and yang, and he looked at the ghost cultivator under his feet and in the house: "It's a pity that your cultivation is too low, and you have no luck, otherwise this seat can free you from the horror of life and death."

The tree of luck can merge the luck of all things.

But these ghosts are invisible.

When their luck is exhausted and they are fused by the Divine Tree, there is no need to think about it, these ghosts will also dissipate between heaven and earth.

Therefore, the gods and souls are scattered and do not enter reincarnation, which is also what Chen Peng said, they will never be subject to the great horror of life and death of the six realms of reincarnation in the future.

"It's a relief."

When Chen Peng looked at these trembling ghosts, he fell with his words.

"Immortals spare their lives.." I saw that these ghosts all roared silently, and then escaped into the depths of the ground.

Because, although they didn't know what the little tree was, they didn't know what the figure in the green shirt meant.

But they were afraid that this living person who could see them was a monk with great mana, otherwise they would not have given them a feeling of disintegration from their souls.

So.

They who were once living people know what it means not to stay here!

"My arm that was condensed with human flesh and blood ten years ago turned into green smoke and dissipated after being looked at by this immortal at a glance." A ghostly man, clinging to his missing arm, hurried deeper into the earth.

"Alas, the hundred-year-old yin that has been cultivated by old decay has also been dispersed for a while."

A ghost cultivator sighed, weak, and crumbling.

But when the little ghost next to him saw it, he hurriedly pulled it into the ground, otherwise he was afraid that after a few breaths, it would disappear.

"Why am I all right?"

But there are ghosts, but there is nothing.

"I'm fine, but who knows if that immortal will make another move on me." But when a ghost said it, they didn't dare to stay here, and they also escaped underground with all the ghosts.

Anyway, in their opinion, the mountain of Lanruo Temple is a formation, and it is the same wherever it is hidden, there is no sun shining during the day, and there will be no ghosts to catch it at night.

Before, some ghosts were not damaged, but Chen Peng did not punish them when he saw that they were not harmful.

But like the big man, Chen Peng did not kill him.

After all, ghosts eat people, and monks kill ghosts, all of which are natural and righteous, how can there be so many grievances and grievances, right and wrong.

"Thoughts come to an end, regardless of cause or effect."

As Chen Peng thought about it, he seemed to feel that the aura in his body was becoming more and more condensed.

This is to do what you want to do, to do what you want to do.

When all minds are no longer confused by the shackles of rules and regulations, then thoughts can be reached.

"After a year, you can step into the realm of immortals."

Chen Peng's thoughts flashed, and he was about to take a look at the rest of Lanruo Temple, but he seemed to hear a shout from the bottom of the mountain.

"Help!"

The echo under the mountain reverberates, and the voice is elegant and poignant.

Chen Peng knew that it was Ning Caichen's as soon as he heard it.

"Did you encounter a ghost?"

After Chen Peng glanced at Ning Caichen, who was swinging his hands and feet at the foot of the mountain, he turned around and glanced at the Lanruo Temple behind him.

It was empty, without any breath of life.

"Yan Chixia didn't come?"

Chen Peng thought about it, and he found that in the temple within a radius of several miles, Yan Chixia, who should have been in the original book, did not arrive.

Otherwise, the scene of the hundred ghosts escaping just now, the nosy bearded man would definitely come to see it.

"And now that Ning Caichen has met a ghost, it's not my turn to take care of it.."

Chen Peng's thought flashed and he smiled, "But now, it's not the time to think about this."

Ideas fall.

Suddenly, in an instant, Chen Peng stood at the foot of the mountain and appeared about ten meters behind Ning Caichen.

And Ning Caichen didn't seem to notice it yet.

He was now hurriedly waving his hands, as if he had seen a lot of knights and villagers with mutilated limbs, slowly approaching him.

"Don't come here!"

He roared, his legs trembling a little, and he wanted to run but had no strength.

And unlike the original book, in such a world full of ghost cultivation, he is not stupid and knows that these are ghost things.

"As soon as they get close, my essence and flesh will be devoured by them."

Ning Caichen's hands and feet trembled, his heart was afraid, and he didn't know how to be a good person.

"Hugh is a haunt!"

All he heard was an angry shout from behind.

At the same time, I saw Chen Peng rushing to Ning Caichen's side, the sword light flashed in his eyes, the ground was like the wind, and in an instant, he smashed the ghost things in front of him, leaving only the remaining few ghost cultivators, trembling in the distance.

"Is there anything going on?" After Chen Peng saw that the matter was over, when a few ghosts in the distance didn't dare to approach, he looked at Ning Caichen.

"You are.."

But when he didn't answer the question, he saw that Ning Caichen was stunned, looked at Chen Pengjian, and shouted in a louder voice than just now: "You are a scholar of the dynasty, Lord Chen!"

The voice was louder than it had been when it was dying.

In the same way, the previous ghost thing was thrown aside by him.

Now, he is only excited, so excited that he doesn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Scholar Chen is a role model for scholars and scholars like us!"

He didn't expect to see the fame of Chen University here!

Just because in his memory, the life of Scholar Chen is often like a myth.

"One year old literacy, three years old memorization of poems, five years old to write books, eight years old to enter Beijing to catch the exam, ten years old high school champion, the next ten years as the prefect of the city, eighteen years old less than the weak crown, then appointed as a scholar! There are countless disciples under him, and he should have official positions.."

Ning Caichen thought in his heart, fearing that he would lose his manners, so he hurriedly saluted Chen Peng.

"So, such a great Confucian, how can I not let a little scholar see me like a fairy..."

Ning Caichen longed for a moment in his heart, and when he looked at Chen Peng with a pilgrimage gaze, as if he thought of something, he bowed his hand again and said, "Lord Chen, Xiaosheng, thank you for saving your life!"

Just now, the ghost creature almost died, and he almost died.

But as a reader, he reads the books of sages, and his flesh and skin are just a pair of skins.

Therefore, when he saw the real Confucian Chen Peng, he was so excited in his heart that he forgot his life-saving grace.

But now, after he came back to his senses and thanked Chen Peng, he was curious about the previous scene.

"Why did those ghosts die?"

Ning Caichen, who is a scholar, doesn't know how Scholar Chen, who is also a scholar, dispelled those ghosts.

It's just because he wants to come and do the practice of exorcism, which is what Taoist priests, monks and monks with magic can do.

"Could it be that Lord Chen is not only a contemporary great Confucian, but also a great monk with monstrous power!"

Excited in his heart, Ning Caichen bowed again, then raised his courage and carefully asked, "Lord Chen, are you still a monk?"

After all, one heart is incompatible, and he can't imagine that as a great Confucian Chen Peng, he can still take care of cultivating spells.

"In this case, then it is really a man of God!"

Ning Caichen's eyes were burning, and he looked at the light wind and clouds in front of him.

"I'm not a monk."

But when Chen Peng heard it, he shook his head.

"And how did you just dispel the ghosts?" But because of this, Ning Caichen's heart tightened, and he asked curiously: "Could it be that I can still dispel ghosts while waiting for scholars?"

He said, shaking his head, a little incredulous.

"Scholars have justice in their hearts, and when there is a heroic righteousness, ghosts can't get close to them." But after Chen Peng heard it, as if explaining, he looked at Ning Caichen, who admired him, and explained carefully: "If you also read thousands of volumes, and have the world in your heart, you can naturally give birth to Haoran righteousness."

Saying that, Chen Peng looked at the surviving ghost cultivators who fled in a hurry under the sword qi in front of him, turned to Ning Caichen, and explained carefully like a teacher: "Read thousands of books, have justice in your heart, and miss the common people, and then you can be like me when you drink it, and let the ghosts disperse when they hear it."