Seeing that the mountain spirit was like this, Ling Lang also returned the salute and said softly: "That highest mountain, you can't descend that five-clawed true dragon." For the other three, you can choose for yourself. "Grandma's Bun Mountain runs through the memory of his entire youth, so Ling Lang also feels the need to respect her. Even if in fact, these soul mountains, according to his conception, would definitely be able to accommodate more powerful spirits in the future, but seeing the increasingly weak mountain spirit in front of him, he still decided to choose her.

The white-haired old woman, looking up at the three peaks stacked into glyphs, hesitated for a moment, then opened her brows slightly, pursed her mouth, seemed to have made up her mind, stomped her right foot, and flew to the one in the middle, there was a yellow dragon in the heavenly lake of that big mountain, and the big mountain with a yellow dragon was Ling Lang's first soul mountain.

Ling Lang looked at Grandma Bun Mountain Spirit's final choice, and there was a smile on his face. Although the yellow dragon only had four claws, and it was not even as good as the two smallest little black dragons for the time being, the mountain was a concrete image of his father's image when he was thinking about it. That soul mountain really has his greatest sustenance and his most emotional connection. And the other two, even the Hundred Mile Mountain Range, were just things that "came naturally" as his soul realm ascended. Therefore, the mountain spirit has been enlightened for a long time, and he also felt a different breath on it, and decided to choose it

Ling Lang retracted the River Soul Mountain, stood on the edge of the big boulder again, and thought that he was going to look at it for a while, so he went down the mountain.

Bai Qijun looked at the figure that had passed the New Year and had grown a little taller and said, "Jun Hou, Ling Xiaoyou is on the path of cultivation, and he has finally begun to try to deal with things by himself, instead of asking you and me about everything, let us help us get the idea." There is also this combination of soft and hard means, and there is a faint demeanor. ”

Guan Gong Holy Soul still didn't speak, stroked his two-foot long beard, and shook his chin, but there was a rare trace of appreciation in his eyes.

Bai Qijun Soul said again: "In the past few days, you and I have taken turns looking at Ling Xiaoyou's ancestral hall, and we haven't found anything unusual, could it be that Bai's speculation was wrong at the beginning, and the matter has been brushed away from above, and Heavenly Court will not dare to pursue it?"

When Guan Gong Holy Soul heard this, his face darkened, and he shook his head and said: "I don't think it maybe, if you can bring an ancient Buddha, you have to suppress me and wait, I don't think it will be so simple, it's better to be careful." ”

But watching day and night is not the solution. Bai Qijun Soul also felt the seriousness of the matter again, and became a little worried.

"Before leaving this world, if there is no change, Guan plans to personally go to the Yin Si Yu Capital City to completely find out the relationship. Guan Gong Holy Soul looked at the heavens and said in a resolute tone.

Bai Qijun Soul was taken aback, it was better to go to the capital city, Guan Gong Holy Soul said that he wanted to completely clear up the cause and effect, but it was involved: "So, okay?"

Guan Gong Holy Soul was just about to answer, but suddenly heard Ling Lang say, "From tonight, I will follow the two of you to sit in the ancestral hall. "It's not loud, but it's unmistakable.

The two spirits looked at each other again, and without saying anything more, they just followed behind, standing, and watched the fog rise and fall on the top of the mountain.

The ancestral soul is in trouble, and the descendants guard the church.

Unalterable principle.

After going down the mountain, the family had already had lunch, Ling Lang casually filled something into his stomach and went to flip through the books. Although he also wanted to help with some household chores, the women in the family did not let him do it. The younger brother doesn't like to talk to anyone, and he is always locked in his room by himself, not knowing what to do. He didn't have to do anything, so he was naturally quite comfortable, but he actually felt really bored.

At night, after feeling that his family had fallen asleep, Ling Lang's soul went out of his body, and together with Guan Gong's holy soul, he came to the ancestral hall where the ancestral tablet was enshrined. Ling Lang bowed to the tablets three times, and then flew to the ridge of the roof and sat down.

The night was like water, the spring breeze was cool, and it wasn't until the Oriental fish belly white appeared, and nothing unexpected happened, and the two "people" put away their souls.

On the second night, it was Bai Qi's turn to follow him, and when Ling Lang bowed down to worship his ancestors, Bai Qi's military soul also wanted to bow his hand. He hadn't finished this action yet, but he saw that in the tablet, there were white transparent soul shadows, and Ling Lang's ancestral ghosts were so frightened that they ran out and hurriedly bowed back. This frightened Ling Lang and hurriedly jumped to the side, if he received this gift from the ancestors, Ling Lang was afraid that he would not be struck by thunder from the sky, although he didn't seem to be very afraid of this.

Ling Lang saw that his ancestral ghost had finished bowing, and he was still a little trembling and stood still and didn't dare to move, and couldn't help but glance at the white military soul. Bai Qijun's soul also smiled awkwardly, but he didn't think deeply enough for a while, which alarmed those souls.

These ancestral yin souls of Ling Lang are only about a small second realm, and even the translucent soul body has to be condensed with the help of the incense of the descendants, but where can they withstand the gift of his peak power of the five realms?

Ling Lang hurriedly used the local dialect to comfort his ancestors, first saying who he was and whose grandson he was, and also roughly introduced the identity of Bai Qijun's soul, as well as the general reason for coming here.

Although people and ghosts have different paths, the blood breath on Ling Lang's body can still be distinguished. Originally, these days, every day by one or two powerful soul bodies outside, these ancestors thought that a catastrophe was coming, and secretly wiped an unknown number of "tears". Hearing Ling Lang's explanation, he felt a lot more relieved.

Seeing that the souls of his ancestors were all staring at him, Ling Lang had no choice but to bow three more times before they slowly dispersed. But as a direct descendant, no matter whether Ling Lang is in the fourth realm, the fifth realm, or even the sixth realm, these three bows, even if you add nine knocks, you can afford it.

There was nothing to do all night, and a few days later, on the night of the seventh day of the first lunar month, Ling Lang and Guan Gong Holy Soul still came to the ancestral hall. Unlike Bai Qijun's soul, Guan Gong's holy soul never entered the ancestral hall of the Ling Lang family. Ling Lang thought to himself, this is better, otherwise, if this holy soul is not careful, he will also give such a bow, and his ancestral yin soul will be afraid of not being arched.

In the middle of the night, around the ancestral house, there was a sudden overcast wind, black smoke billowed out, and the holy soul of Guan Gong beside him, who was slightly closed, opened his tiger eyes and said, "It's coming." ”

Ling Lang was also taken aback, and hurriedly looked at the middle of the black smoke. The leader is a bull-headed man, with two feet and hooves, strong and strong, holding a black steel hairpin. Beside him was a horse-headed man, tall and thin, holding a pair of cyan wind and fire hooks in both hands. But it was the bull-headed horse face leading a group of imps to come in the wind.

Ling Lang was afraid that these bad ghost pawns would scare the ancestral soul body inside, and he didn't care about him, he directly came out of the four mountains, and the soul lotus appeared, surrounding the entire ancestral house tightly. The bull head and horse face were still the ones who dared to step forward for a while. What's more, the one standing next to them made them tremble even more.

All the "ghosts" hurriedly stood still and sang in unison, but they were much more respectful than the black impermanence before, and then the horse asked in a loud voice.

"Marshal Guan, why did you get here?" Although he always felt that the Marshal Guan in front of him was slightly different from the statue offered in the underworld, the color and temperament of his clothes were slightly different, but he would definitely not be wrong with that appearance, so he didn't dare to ask.

Guan Gong Holy Soul didn't reply to him, but asked coldly, "Who asked you to come?"

Ma Mian chuckled in his heart, as if he sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, and his two narrow eyes could actually turn around.

"This, this ......"

The bull next to him was straightforward, and said angrily: "It was Judge Cui of the Investigation Division who asked us to come." ”

Ma Mian rolled his eyes angrily, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, it's Judge Cui." ”

"Hmph, it's him, I thought it was Zhong Kui. Guan Gong's Holy Soul's voice became even colder.

In the underworld, generally speaking, black and white impermanence is the guide of the soul, and the bull head and horse face are the gatekeepers, and sometimes they will come out to catch the extremely evil spirits, and the grade is higher than the black and white impermanence. This time, Judge Cui sent them, which shows that they want to be nine out of ten, and they are bound to win. And it turned out that it had to go through the Investigation Division, instead of directly handing it over to the Punishment Division, which proved that the ghost detained had committed a heinous crime. However, Ling Lang's ancestral yin soul had been honest all his life before his death, and he didn't get much incense, blood, and food after his death, so what ability could he have to commit that big crime?

Hearing Guan Gong's holy soul's words like ice slag, the horse face and the group of little ghosts behind him trembled with fright, and even the tall and strong bull head felt strange. But Guan Gong Holy Soul didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, and said directly: "You wait for the front to lead the way, and I will go to the Investigation Division." ”

The bull head said angrily, "Marshal Guan, then we have to wait until we arrest the group of yin spirits inside before taking you there." ”

"Huh?" Guan Gong Holy Soul stretched out his right hand to the side, and with a "bang", like a sharp weapon cracking silk, a cold and cold Qinglong Yanyue knife appeared in his hand.

Guan Gong Holy Soul shook the Qinglong Knife in his hand, his whole body exuded a wave of might, surging forward, and said coldly: "What if Guan can't wait?"

At this moment, even the bull's head couldn't help but tremble slightly. Ma Mian hurriedly pulled him, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to squeeze out a smile, but not to mention how weird it was, he hurriedly said: "Marshal Guan, Marshal Guan, don't be angry, don't be angry, we'll take you there." ”

After speaking, he hurriedly pulled the bull's head and turned around to lead the way.

Seeing that Guan Gong's Holy Soul was about to go alone, Ling Lang hurriedly accepted the Soul Mountain Lotus Lotus, stood up and said, "Jun Hou, I'll go too." ”

Guan Gong Holy Soul glanced at him, muttered for a while, and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

So, the two "people" followed the footsteps of the ghost pawn in front of them, stepped on a special rhythm, and embarked on the ghost road leading to the Yellow Spring.

When all the "people" and so on disappear through a dark and dark round hole. In the ancestral hall of the Ling Lang family, those translucent soul bodies appeared again. One of them, an old woman who was particularly tall and wore her hair in a bun, said.

"My great-grandson is now promising. I hugged him back then. Now, we don't have to be so bullied down there. ”

Several other ghosts, who were also in the image of the old man, also gathered around, babbling to ask about the great-grandson and great-grandson they had never seen before their death.