The night was already deep, the moon did not come out, the wind was blowing outside, the rain was falling, and the dead night, dark clouds and darkness were tightly arranged and shrouded the world.

In a moment, there was a slight sound of cords outside the window, and the rain fell on the dust in the courtyard, and the raindrops became thin and large.

Falling vertically and violently, with a wild twist, hitting the ground from a thin cord to a crackling sound, and the rain fell heavily.

Zhou Ning'er closed her eyes and listened to the rapid rain outside the window, always feeling a little relieved, and opened her eyes slightly and glanced at Jiang Pingchuan.

Seeing that Jiang Pingchuan had closed his eyes and was sitting on the edge of his bed, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, looking at Jiang Pingchuan sitting seriously, Zhou Ning'er fell asleep with a smile in her heart.

Jiang Pingchuan saw a figure flashing outside the window, hurriedly walked to Zhou Ning'er's door, and stopped, Jiang Pingchuan watched Zhou Ning'er breathe evenly, stretched out his hand to help her cover the quilt, got up and walked to the door, opened the door, and looked at the shopkeeper Zhou standing at the door.

Shopkeeper Zhou poked his head out and glanced into the room, and saw his daughter lying quietly on the bed.

"Pingchuan, I don't know what's going on this day Sudden rainstorm, I estimate that it's already a unitary time, so I'll send you the urn, it's not too late."

Shopkeeper Zhou opened the yellow cloth in his hand and covered the largest of the seven columbarium that Jiang Pingchuan had dug up during the day.

"It's not too late, have the other urns been put away?"

Jiang Pingchuan took the columbarium and put it in his hand, weighed it, and asked softly, seeing that Shopkeeper Zhou nodded, Jiang Pingchuan suddenly frowned, and felt a white shadow flash in his afterglow.

"You go back first, it's good to pass tonight, by the way, put this under your lady's pillow"

Jiang Pingchuan opened the urn, pinched out a little ashes, kneaded them between, and the ashes turned into a round ball with a silver light.

Shopkeeper Zhou took the ball in his arms, hugged his fist at Jiang Pingchuan, and turned to leave, Jiang Pingchuan covered the ashes, gently closed the door, and turned around and walked to Zhou Ning'er's bed.

Jiang Pingchuan saw Zhou Ning'er's white shadow swaying constantly, as if she didn't care that Jiang Pingchuan was watching her, maybe she felt that Jiang Pingchuan saw her at all.

Jiang Pingchuan was not in a hurry, just sitting on the ground facing the white shadow plate, watching the white shadow keep floating on Zhou Ning'er's bed, but there was no way to get close to Zhou Ning'er.

Every time Bai Ying wanted to get close to Zhou Ning'er, Zhou Ning'er's body would be wrapped in a purple halo, and Bai Ying was obviously a little anxious.

Buzzing sadly, she stretched her limbs to suppress Zhou Ning'er, but she couldn't get close to her goal at all.

"Friend, isn't it too self-righteous to ignore the existence of Hirakawa like this?"

Jiang Pingchuan saw that Bai Ying was still trying to enter Zhou Ning'er's body, and couldn't help but sigh and said softly, his tone full of banter.

Bai Ying was obviously a little flustered when he heard Jiang Pingchuan's words, and floated down Zhou Ning'er's bed tightly, standing in front of Jiang Pingchuan, staring at Jiang Pingchuan who was sitting cross-legged in front of him, his clear eyes were full of spirituality, like a cultivator who was far away from the world.

"You can see me" a white shadow floated faintly, a face inlaid with four black holes.

Maybe there were only three holes, but I don't know if it was floating for too long, and the nose also collapsed to form a fourth black hole.

Such a face couldn't make any kind of expression, but Jiang Pingchuan could hear from Bai Ying's tone that she felt incredible that she could see her.

"In such a dark house, it's hard to see you wearing so white," Jiang Pingchuan smiled and looked at the white shadow in front of him.

This was the first time he had come into contact with such a ghostly creature, and he thought it would be a blue-faced fang, with a long tongue sticking out of his mouth, but now it seems that it is not the same at all.

"Hmph, you'd better be nosy" Bai Ying was obviously a little angry when he heard Jiang Pingchuan teasing him, Jiang Pingchuan could see that she had nothing to do with her wearing white clothes in this dark room.

This is a different kind of aura, they are special beings, and the people who can see them also have very special abilities, some are innate, and some are acquired with the help of spells, obviously no matter how Jiang Pingchuan sees his white shadow, he doesn't care at all.

"Everyone is busy, don't waste time, I'm not nosy, but your business is originally my business" Jiang Pingchuan shrugged his shoulders and still smiled.

For the first time, he felt that Ah Piao had so much nonsense, and Ah Piao was his name for the creatures that liked to float among these ghostly things, which was very in line with the characteristics of these creatures.

After all, they are always floating around and doing things unsteadily, no wonder they always achieve nothing, this is also Jiang Pingchuan's perception, being a man and a ghost will not succeed if he is not down-to-earth, of course, ghosts are destined to do things that are not very smooth in this life.

"I don't know whether to live or die" Bai Ying buzzed angrily, Jiang Pingchuan shook his head when he heard this, took the ash altar in his hand and patted it, and the white shadow in front of him was obviously stunned, as if looking at the ash altar in Jiang Pingchuan's hand in some incredulity.

"It's really strange, you can't touch the things of the yang world, so who buried this broken urine jar, if you say it obediently, I can not let you be tortured, and overtake you, after all, we have known each other, and I am embarrassed to kill them so soon"

Jiang Pingchuan put his hand on the lid of the columbarium and gently rubbed it in his mouth, chanting constantly, and in a moment, a faint green flame ignited in Jiang Pingchuan's palm, and the flame heart was red.

Jiang Pingchuan put his palm under the ash altar and roasted it back and forth, there was a stabbing sound in the altar, Jiang Pingchuan looked at the white shadow in front of him with a smile.

The white shadow kept twitching and shaking, let out a low roar, arched his body and stretched out his arms, trying to choke Jiang Pingchuan's neck.

The four black holes on that face exuded a faint red, but she let out a low roar, and she couldn't do anything else, and it looked very funny.

"Spare me, spare me" Bai Ying bowed down fiercely, crying out in grief, the voice was very loud, and it was indeed a little vague.

Jiang Pingchuan glanced at the white shadow in front of him and shook off the flame in his hand, this kind of fire needs to be urged by the attack-type true qi to be generated, and the light green flame with a red heart is just the primary form of this samadhi true fire.

It can also be regarded as the most basic technique of the Maoshan monk's cultivation of the Maoshan technique, but it is not easy to make it derive the true samadhi true fire.

"You go to die," Jiang Pingchuan just put away the Samadhi True Fire White Shadow on his palm, a trace of a hideous roar, and pounced, and grabbed Jiang Pingchuan's neck with both hands.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at Bai Ying's grimace with four black holes with a gloomy face, expressionless, and felt sick to his stomach in his heart.

"You look so ugly, can you not get so close, I want to vomit" Jiang Pingchuan said with an expressionless face, Bai Ying squatted in front of Jiang Pingchuan with his hands covering his face, although she was still floating on her feet.

"I can't let you go, people have a way, ghosts have ghosts, do evil for others as a Maoshan monk ancestral training can not be ignored, if you cooperate with Pingchuan is still very good to speak, if you don't cooperate, Pingchuan can only crush your bones and ashes so that you can never be reborn"

Jiang Pingchuan raised his eyebrows, opened the ash altar, grabbed a handful of ashes that exuded a faint rancid smell, and kept rubbing them, it seemed that he would raise the ashes in his hand at any time, and the white shadow shook his head and looked a little frightened.

"Ah" Suddenly, the white shadow disappeared in an instant, not disappearing, but dissipating directly in front of him.

The ash altar in Jiang Pingchuan's hand was instantly shattered from the bottom of the altar, the ashes in the altar were scattered on the ground, and a black bead rolled out of the ashes.