Mo Ling drove the clouds all the way and flew to the south side of the White Temple, an open place along the Yishui River, which happened to be on a high hill, with a beautiful environment and a wide field of vision. Mo Ling took out Deng Chong's urn, buried it carefully, turned mud into stone, built a tombstone, and wrote Deng Chong's position.

"General Deng! Five hundred years have passed, and the previous dynasty has long passed, and now I have brought you out and placed you here, just in fulfillment of your dying wish. You can rest in peace!" Mo Ling knew that Deng Chong's soul had disappeared after his death, but in just a few days, he was also emotionally sighing when he spoke at this time.

Thinking of this, Mo Ling was a little puzzled, although after the death of a person, he could turn into a ghost, under normal circumstances, his consciousness would fade day after day, and he could only last for forty-nine days at most, and he was completely unconscious, and finally he could not condense his body and disappear from heaven and earth. Most ghosts are wiped out by the sun as soon as they are formed, and those who can survive and continue to maintain their ghost bodies must not only have extremely strong perseverance, but also need all kinds of coincidental protection and external help.

Of course, there are also some special circumstances, such as the place where the body died is a place to raise ghosts, and naturally it can survive for a long time, such as the general's tomb last night, which is the cave of the earth's leyline qi, which has raised them for five hundred years. Others have not been sunburned to death before disappearing, and they can continue to be worshiped by incense. This is the ghost god of this world!

Although they have incense offerings, they are always ghosts. Although there are spells, they are all small arts, and it seems that this world has never given birth to a complete ghost system and a Shinto system. There are ghosts and gods, but there is not much difference, so they were called incense ghosts by monks before.

And according to some documents I saw in the Dragon Tomb last night, almost all the recorded gods in this world since the beginning of history are actually ghosts who have received incense!

They have no god name, and they can't refine the scum at all, so they still can't show up in the daytime. Even if he has some ability, it is just a dream intimidation and obscurity, but he has not attained the Tao at all, so he has always been looked down upon by the monks. Some even secretly suppressed!

The emperor of the previous dynasty also thought about subduing the ghosts and gods from all over the world and dividing the grades for his own use, but these ghosts and gods, no matter how high the incense was, never achieved the great climate. Afraid of both the sun and the murderous aura, a little monk, as long as he condenses a few points of sun fire, he can burn them to ashes.

This dynasty continued some of the methods of the previous dynasty, but the founding emperor knew the disadvantages of ghosts and gods, and it was really not appropriate to hype, and he understood the nature of these gods, which was useless, and on the surface, he naturally did not admit the existence of ghosts and gods. In addition, hundreds of officials have the luck of the court to protect themselves, and soldiers have the qi of killing to protect their bodies, and ghosts are difficult to invade, so they naturally declare that there are no ghosts in the world. Instead of spending energy cultivating ghosts and gods, it is better to have a good relationship with the monks.

Occasionally, there are little gods that need to be canonized, and most of them let them go, and the trouble is too big, and some monks go to cut them off. So much so that for more than 300 years, ordinary people can't see it with the naked eye, and officials have their own protection, and everyone has long stopped believing in ghosts and gods.

Therefore, for various reasons, there has never been a slightly climatic Shinto in this world. A city god like Mo Ling himself is actually a big head!

There are also powerful ghosts who choose to snatch the lives of the living, but this method has too many drawbacks and is easy to attract monks.

Between heaven and earth, there are constantly people dying, and there are many gods and ghosts, but there has never been any big waves.

But now it's different, the treasure of Fengshenlu is too mysterious, and if he obtains the god position, he will be exhausted and turn into the body of a true god, and he will no longer be afraid of the sun, and many of the restraint methods of the world against ghosts and gods will also lose their effect. As long as you secretly accumulate strength before the general trend is achieved, one day, all the gods under your command will be exhausted, what immortal monks are afraid of?

Mo Ling secretly speculated: "The history of these worlds, in fact, to a certain extent, also reflects the essence of a world, is it because the world essence of the previous life is actually higher than the current world? The treasure I brought from the higher world can supplement the shortcomings of this world? Or is this world actually not perfect at all? There is no heavenly court, and there is no reincarnation! There is no system of rewarding good and punishing evil in the underworld!"

Thinking of this, I took out the Fengshen Record, rubbed the vermilion cover, and thought in my heart, in this way, I seem to have done a lot in this world!

If General Deng Chong's soul was still there, Mo Ling could easily let him turn into a god. Mo Ling said to the grave: "General Deng, there will be a period in the future, and in the future, I will definitely send people to sweep the tomb and worship." "Put away the treasure and fly away in the wind.

The White Temple was close at hand, and Mo Ling was about to fly directly into the main hall, when he suddenly saw Li Xuanji carrying a burden and hurriedly went out.

Mo Ling found Mo Li, who was registering the wishes of believers, and asked, "Why did Li Xuanji go out with him?"

Mo Li looked up and said: "Just now he came to look for Gongzi, seeing that you were not there, he said that he was going back to his hometown to visit relatives and take two days off." I thought it didn't matter, so I let him go. What? What does Childe have to explain to him? He hasn't gone far yet, and it's too late to stop him. I'm going to call him back?"

Mo Ling's eyes moved, and he patted Mo Li's forehead: "Where is the shrewdness of your little guy? He is a fifty-year-old wandering monk, where are the relatives from around here?" Mo Li suddenly came back to his senses and was dumbfounded: "Alas? Yes! How did I forget this? Could it be that I was busy?"

Mo Ling shook his head, Li Xuanji has a Buddhist cultivation, I am afraid that what means were used just now, Mo Li's little ghost and god are difficult to resist, and it is reasonable to be confused, so he immediately ordered Mo Li: "Mo Li! I am optimistic about the temple in the past two days, I have something to go out!" After speaking, without waiting for Mo Li to speak, he hurriedly flew outside the hall.

All the way down the mountain, just came to the ferry port in the south of the town, and sure enough, I saw Li Xuanji carrying a burden, taking out a piece of silver, and was bargaining with a boatman: "Your broken boat is still worth ten taels of silver? The boatman felt that it was not easy to provoke, and hurriedly said: "Don't! If you really want it, it will be 8 taels! Not a single point less!"

"That's pretty much it!"

Li Xuanji bought a small boat and prepared to leave. Mo Ling hid in a willow tree and secretly followed: "This guy used to eat in a restaurant, and he didn't have any of them, and it's only been a few days, and he actually has hidden so much incense money! When I go back, I must check the accounts!"

Subsequently, Li Xuanji rowed by himself, and gradually walked to the suburbs, seeing that there was no one, he directly threw the oars, and observed left and right for a while, Mo Ling hurriedly restrained his breath and hid deeper.

I saw him make a big wheel seal in his left hand, reciting a strange mantra, and shouting: "Duh-" pointed his handprint towards the stern of the boat, and the river suddenly gushed out, pushing the boat like a sharp arrow, rushing through, but in the blink of an eye, it had been thousands of meters away.

Mo Ling sneered: "Sure enough, he hides deep enough! This guy has such a means, and he is still afraid of those evil ghosts in the inn?" Thinking about it carefully, I am afraid that I will go to the inn and exterminate the evil god, which is definitely not expected by this guy!

Hurriedly turning the wind into hot pursuit, the boat kept moving at a rapid speed along the way, and it seemed that it was about to reach the village of Hexiang in the south, which was densely populated, and if it was so fast, it would definitely be discovered by mortals. Li Xuanji made the Great Wisdom Seal again, reciting the secret mantra, only to see the handprint emit a pale white light, and where the light shrouded, the boat gradually disappeared into obscurity and disappeared on the river.

Mo Ling was taken aback: "Stealth?" There was a hint of coldness in his eyebrows, so he flew into the air, and did not stop flying until he could look down on the entire Hexiang Village. If he doesn't disembark here, the ship will surely appear outside the village. If it doesn't appear, then you must enter this village, as long as you are careful to inspect, you are not afraid that you will not find it!

Stealth also consumes mana, and it is impossible to be invisible for a long time!

Sure enough, only about four moments later, I saw Li Xuanji's boat reappear on an uninhabited waterhole in the south of Hexiang Village, and continued to rush south!