Once again, I went back to where I had taken the soldiers, and sat cross-legged on the pile beside me. For the disciples of Yin Mountain, the best way to recover their mana is to stay in the grave and cultivate.

Ordinary people think that the cemetery is eerie and scary, but who knows, it is full of stories. In the dead of night, when you sit there and calm down to feel every breath around you, you will find that there are seven emotions and six desires in the air, resentment, unwillingness, sighs, and sadness, and every trace of breath is the residual humanity of a ghost. Smelling them, you will see the joys and sorrows of the world more, and experience the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the world.

For us Yinshan disciples, staying by the grave to cultivate is not only supernatural spells, but also spiritual understanding.

The sky was gradually getting brighter, and I pinched my finger and quietly absorbed the energy hovering around the grave. Even after a night of cultivation, my recovery progress was extremely slow. Opening my eyes, I went back to the paper shop in the town to buy some things, and then continued back to the cemetery, practicing like an old monk and spending this ordinary day.

When the hour passed quietly, and when the time came silently, I also planted the order flag upside down and began to invite the teacher to come.

Ask for a master, but still ask for a ghost. Every sect has a secret method of inviting teachers, and all they invite are the dead elders in the sect, also called Yin masters.

He took out the paper figures from the bag, drew the military talismans, and lined them up in two rows, one by one, with red threads. On the shoulders and top of each paper figure, five ghost coins were placed.

The guide rice is sprinkled in the passage lined up by the paper figures, and the yellow incense is inserted at the end of the paper figure path.

Immediately afterward, I cut my wrist and used this bowl of blood to draw the Five Directions Emperor Talisman on the ground. The art of talismans, cinnabar pen and ink is the second, and the cinnabar ink mixed with animal blood is slightly inferior, and the talismans are drawn with human blood, especially the blood of the cultivators.

In the southeast, northwest, and northwest, the five ghost talismans each occupy a direction, and after drawing them, I sat cross-legged in the central position, sitting on the central ghost emperor talisman, pinching the finger of the teacher, kneeling three times and bowing nine times, and reciting the mantra of the teacher.

The incantations are boring, and the rituals are tedious. When I finished the last step, I only dared to bow my head and kneel quietly. This is the first time in my cultivation career to ask for a teacher, and I have never seen Li Feng ask for a teacher before, so I can only draw a gourd according to the Fa book, and the dead duck is forced on the shelf, according to the above ritual.

Time passed little by little, and the surroundings were still quiet, as quiet as before the teacher, and my heart fell to the bottom, from anxiety to disappointment, to sadness.

I am unwilling, unwilling to die innocently like this. Unwilling to once shock the Quartet, Yinshan was wantonly insulted by others. I am determined to avenge Qingqing, and I am determined to promote my prestige in the world.

I gritted my teeth, picked up the knife and prepared to draw the Wufang Emperor Fu again, and I was inviting the teacher again, even if the blood was running out, I had to invite the teacher.

However, just when I raised my left foot and was about to get up on my knees, a sudden scene shook my already lost heart, and even the whole person was stunned there, maintaining that half-kneeling posture, like a man proposing to a woman.

It was still pitch black in front of me, and I couldn't see anything, but there were bursts of rumors in the air, knocking on the hearts of others, and every time I heard them, my heart felt like it had been hit with a heavy hammer, and it was empty.

This is the text of the funeral text, the communication of the gods and spirits, although I can't understand it, but I can distinguish it.

The rumor is getting closer and closer, and a small bright spot appears in front of me, and slowly, the bright spot is getting bigger and bigger, and when I see what this is, my heart can't help but be shocked, and I gasp.

Five ghosts carrying the coffin, this is actually the five ghosts carrying the coffin. Blue, white, red, yellow and green, five hazy phantoms, carrying a pitch-black coffin, were walking towards me step by step.

When the coffin stepped into the path, the paper man spontaneously combusted without fire, and the paper money flew all over the sky, welcoming the arrival of the Yin Master. The Five Directions Emperor Talisman I was sitting on was getting hotter and hotter, making me feel like I was sitting on a barbecue, ready to be roasted at any moment.

It was a copper-lacquered coffin with a quaint pattern. Five phantoms in five-colored masks carried him like this, and approached me step by step.

The air was filled with breathless depression, and I couldn't even breathe, and even my knees were out of my control, and I couldn't help but tremble.

I once felt this kind of harsh coercion on the armor generals brought by Chubby. Today, however, I felt it again, on the Yin Master I had invited myself.

I lowered my head, not daring to look at the bronze coffin carried by the five ghosts, the five ghosts carried the coffin, and the Yin soldiers followed the road, these two only exist in legends, and those who can rely on it like this are either powerful in a lifetime, or ...... It's the ruthless man who once shocked the world.

The latter's Yin soldiers followed the road and appeared in the eyes of the world. But the people who saw it gave them a popular name, Yin Bing passed. The former's five ghosts carrying the coffin have only been recorded, but today they appeared before my eyes.

The five ghosts carried the bronze coffin and came to me, and as he approached, my heart began to tremble inexplicably, and bean-sized drops of sweat flowed down my forehead, and I couldn't even raise the courage to speak.

It was quiet, dead silence, and there was silence in the graveyard, and I fell to one knee with my head bowed. In front of him was the ghost king of the five directions, carrying a pitch-black copper coffin.

"Who are you, and why did you invite your ancestors to come up?"

After a long time, the silence was broken, and it was not me who spoke, but from the coffin carried by the five ghosts, the voice was very low, but it gave people a majesty that did not dare to disobey.

"Yin Mountain sent Li Feng's subordinates, Chen Haisheng, to meet the Yin Mountain Master." I respectfully knelt on the ground and kowtowed

"Yin Mountain, the disciple surnamed Li Yimai ......" The words did not fall, but I saw that the Red Shadow Ghost King next to the bronze coffin waved his hand and came to me with a Yin Wind Edict.

The Yin Wind Edict is one of the basic methods of the Yinshan School, such as the Golden Light Edict created by the Golden Light Law in Maoshan, which is a basic spell. But the avenue is simple, although the two are the foundation, but the power is very great

When I let go of the yin, something went wrong, but now I was beaten by this yin wind edict, and I suddenly felt chills all over my body, and a burst of reverse blood surged up my throat.

I was taken aback in my heart, thinking that the Yin master who was invited was at odds with the surname Li Yimai, who knew that another sentence came out of the coffin

"Why is your cultivation so weak?" In his tone, he was very dissatisfied.

At the same time as this sentence was spoken, it also made my heart feel relieved, it turned out that he did not have an enmity with the disciple surnamed Li Yimai, but was testing my cultivation.

I was speechless, and I didn't know how to explain it to him, because what this master said was the truth, and in front of him, my cultivation was too weak to speak.

"Yinshan invites a teacher, and you will be able to break it with longevity, please ask for a teacher, you need to fold your life for three years, and within three years, you are not allowed to invite Yin Shi again, do you know." After a long time, the bronze coffin broke the silence again.

I replied with a wry smile: "The disciple knows this rule, but when people insult the door, the disciple can't do anything." ”

Taking a deep breath, I said, "The disciple has a friend who was killed by the immortal family in the northeast and is now ......"

"Be direct, don't talk nonsense," I was interrupted by a disgruntled shout in the air.

I had to say two words briefly, one was that my friend was killed and my Taoism was humiliated.

There was another silence that was so quiet that it was frightening to death, and the ancestor in the bronze coffin slowly said a sentence, which almost scared me to death.

"I'm very dissatisfied with you, although my Yinshan Sect doesn't allow my disciples to practice evil arts and harm the world, it doesn't mean that we can be bullied."

"Whoever dares to rob my Yin Mountain, just kill it. The person who dares to insult my Yinshan will be destroyed if you are so indecisive, how can you stand on the world, how dare you call me a disciple of Yinshan. ”

There was no anger in his tone that he had seen before, and he was still calm. But there is a chilling decisiveness in killing.

I smiled helplessly, maybe this master is right, I am too indecisive and too cowardly.

"Master, I ......" I opened my mouth, but was interrupted again by the bronze coffin ancestor.

"I'm not interested in knowing who it is. But since he dares to insult, you will uproot him for me. I will assign you a team of Yin division generals, and in the middle of tomorrow night, you will come to this place to lead the troops and take the soldiers to the crusade. ”

When the bronze coffin ancestor finished saying this, the ghost king of the five directions carried him and turned his head, and disappeared into the dark night, not even giving me a chance to speak, leaving me to kneel there alone and cry and laugh.

I have been educated by Uncle Qingsong since I was a child, and invisibly, my personality has indeed changed a lot. Sometimes, I even hate going into fights.

However, the short words of the ancestor ignited the blood in my heart, and I began to feel that this is just like a fucking man, a man in the world, happy and hateful, this is called happiness and comfort.

In a trance, I had a feeling of epiphany, obviously thinking that I understood something, but I didn't understand? Plausible...... It's weird