Mo Ling looked at the many little ghosts around him, and the confidence in his heart was a little heavier, he glanced around, and said directly:

"This immortal is getting busier and busier, so he wants to recruit a little ghost who can bear hardships and stand hard work and be smart, I don't know who the ghost is willing?"

After Mo Ling finished speaking, he was going to wait for the little ghosts to rush up and recommend himself, and then find the little ghost who killed the farmer to discuss to see if he could break the farmer's spell, but after Mo Ling finished speaking, no ghost stepped forward, but most of them looked at Mo Ling suspiciously, Mo Ling was a little annoyed when he saw this scene, and his tone couldn't help but be much colder:

"What's the matter, are you still afraid that this god will not be able to deceive you?"

Immediately after Mo Ling finished speaking, a bold imp received:

"Grandpa Fairy, the little ones are not afraid of your cheating, but you are not a land, you are not a mountain god, and the canonization of your ancestors has long been unknown to throw it away, why should you canonize us?"

"And speaking of incense, your old incense is afraid that it has not been paid for some days, can you afford to give the small ones five incense monthly money?"

In the face of the suspicions of the little ghosts, Mo Ling felt a trace of helplessness, if his name is not right, it is not good, and it is an indisputable fact that his incense is low.

But Mo Ling was still extremely indignant when he heard this, and stood up directly and said:

"Believe it or not, but I am a true immortal in this realm, who else can you rely on if you don't rely on me, ask again, who is willing to come? If you don't come, I'll go!"

"Don't don't, fairy grandpa, I'll come, I'll come!"

"No, it's better for me to come, don't ask for canonization, just share some incense. ”

"Grandpa, the little one will go back with you, don't go!"

...

As soon as they heard that Mo Ling was leaving, the little ghosts suddenly became anxious, although what the cowardly ghost said was good, but what Mo Ling said was more reasonable, Mo Ling was a fairy in the vicinity, who else could they rely on if they didn't rely on Mo Ling? Anyway, a dead horse is a live horse doctor, and it is better to take refuge in Mo Ling than to be a little ghost here.

Mo Ling saw that the enthusiasm of the little ghosts was mobilized, and he knew that he had taken the bait, so he continued to ask:

"Then as an interview, you need to help me with one thing, do any of you know about the tuberculosis of the farmer in the village, who caused the curse?"

As soon as Mo Ling finished speaking, the originally lively scene quieted down for a moment, and all the little ghosts booed in unison, and then they all looked at the last tall black shadow intentionally or unintentionally, which seemed to say:

"Grandpa Fairy, I don't dare to say it, but I can point it out to you!"

Mo Ling followed everyone's gaze and looked at the little ghost at the end, but it didn't matter what he saw, and he directly startled Mo Ling, because although this little ghost is still a little ghost, he is almost a ghost, it seems that he has done a lot of bad things, and he is only one life away from becoming a ghost.

If this little ghost really takes people's lives and becomes a powerful ghost, then Mo Ling, an immortal, can only hide and go, and only wait for the land or mountain god to take care of it.

Mo Ling suddenly regretted this matter a little now, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger, so he can only continue to grit his teeth and move forward:

"You little ghost, come here!"

With Mo Ling's shout, the tall and small ghost walked directly through the crowd, and the dense little ghosts on both sides avoided in a panic, until they walked into Mo Ling, they were able to take a closer look, this little ghost must have been a warrior or a villain before his death, tall and powerful, and what was even more rare was that he was still holding a sharp harpoon in his hand, and it could be seen that he must have been a fisherman who was drowned in the water nearby before his death.

Mo Ling looked at the fisherman imp with a hint of caution in his indifferent eyes, and asked:

"What's the name of this strong man?"

When the strong man heard this, he sneered:

"I'm afraid you're going to be a god on the first day, we, the little ghosts who died in the Sui River, don't have any names, most of them are nameless wild ghosts!"

After sneering, the water ghost may still be slightly afraid of Mo Ling, the immortal, so he continued:

"If you want to call it, call me Blackwater!"

Hearing this, Mo Ling was slightly speechless, he thought about it, and said directly:

"What do you think of the Black Water Warrior, let's discuss something in another place?"

In the face of Mo Ling's invitation, Heishui was instantly vigilant, don't look at Heishui's extreme proximity to the ghost, but now he is still very afraid of Mo Ling, Mo Ling doesn't have to do anything, he can directly kill Heishui with his own divine body, and anything that the little ghost touches on the immortal will be wiped out in an instant, and Heishui has done a lot of bad things, so he is extremely vigilant.

"If you immortal have anything to say, just say it directly, don't learn from the style of the mortal government. ”

Mo Ling was helpless, so he had to directly pick out and say:

"Okay, then Heishui, did you make the hell of the farmer's tuberculosis at the head of the village?"

"How is it, isn't it?"

"Did you know it's against the law?"

"You immortal is neither a land nor a mountain god, why are you meddling?"

"Now the local land and mountain gods are gone, so I am temporarily under my jurisdiction! And you don't have to quibble, you're about to become a ghost, who else is you?"

"Then you know and ask!"

Mo Ling: "...".

Mo Ling took a few quick breaths of air, calmed down slightly, and tried to ask:

"Then can you solve the tuberculosis curse?"

"Can't!"

"Why?"

Heishui was suddenly stunned for a moment in the face of doubts, and then looked at Mo Ling a little helplessly and said:

"Immortals, you know that we little ghosts, no incense, no god body, we can't live long, there is no mortal life opportunity to support, we have already died, I also know that if I become a ghost, there will be no chance to reincarnate and turn back, but my little sister is about to die, and I am also forced to make this decision, if the tuberculosis curse is broken at this time, my little sister will be scattered!"

Hearing this, Mo Ling said in his heart, 'Still a person who values affection and righteousness', and then said directly:

"Then if I solve your little sister's problem, you can undo the spell?"

"If Grandpa Fairy can save my little sister, let alone withdraw the spell, even if you are a cow and a horse, I will not hesitate to use Heishui!"

"Okay, take me to see your sister!"

Heishui saw that Mo Ling was willing to help, and quickly changed his attitude, one fairy grandfather, and then took Mo Ling directly towards the river, in a small black hole on the river beach, there was an extremely small and thin little ghost looking out timidly, after seeing Mo Ling approaching, his eyes widened in fear, and he retreated to the back, if Heishui hadn't appeared in time to comfort him, maybe he would have been scared away.

Mo Ling frowned and looked at the little female ghost in front of him, a trace of extremely faint but continuous vitality came from a distance, hanging the life of the little female ghost, if this vitality was broken, the little female ghost would be scattered directly.

Mo Ling looked at the situation of this little female ghost, and it was not impossible to save it, but this was a bit troublesome for the current Mo Ling, the reason why the gods only needed extremely weak incense to survive forever was because the divine body of the gods was the condensation of the power of incense, so the gods were not like the little ghosts, the incense would be scattered if it was cut off slightly, and these little ghosts mainly relied on the incense that was sacrificed to wild ghosts in July and a half every year to survive.

But how can one day's incense last for a year? The number of imps is increasing, and naturally it is becoming more and more difficult.

The way to save the little female ghost is very simple, that is, to give her enough incense power, but this is not a long-term solution, and Mo Ling does not have so much incense power to do this, after thinking about it for a long time, Mo Ling finally made up his mind.

It is obviously unreliable to give incense directly, firstly, the amount is not enough, and secondly, it is impossible to guarantee Heishui's loyalty, after seeing Heishui, Mo Ling already wants to take Heishui for his own use, and controlling his sister is obviously a good way.

Mo Ling looked at the little female ghost, and suddenly took out a book from his arms, this book is the Fengshenlu, the Fengshenlu can seal all things as gods, and the little female ghost in front of him is no exception, and the Fengshenlu only needs the power of incense to be canonized, and he doesn't care where the power of incense comes from, the peasant woman's incense is naturally not enough, but Mo Ling himself is the condensation of incense, Mo Ling only hopes that when the canonization is made, this Shenlu will not suck himself dry.

Mo Ling, who had made up his mind, suddenly stepped back and opened the Fengshen Record directly, and for a while, the Fengshen Lu shone brightly, illuminating this side of the land, and countless little ghosts knelt on the ground in fear, and Mo Ling even solemnly announced to the little female ghost looking up below:

"Today, I canonize the nameless female ghost as a sitting virgin in the Divine Record, grade: Nine Yin God!

With a sentence of 'pen come', Mo Ling stretched out his arm towards the void in front of him, and when he lifted the pen in the void, the peasant woman's insignificant incense was consumed in an instant, but the magic pen in the air did not even appear as a phantom, Mo Ling gritted his teeth and directly turned his right arm into incense and poured it in, obtaining a concentrated incense essence, and the magic pen took shape rapidly, and finally formed a magic pen that could canonize the second-class ghost fairy after exhausting Mo Ling's entire right arm.

And although Mo Ling's right arm was quickly condensed and formed by the power of incense from other parts of his body, his whole body was already extremely weak, Mo Ling was weak, and used the magic pen to write the first name on this divine record:

"Nine Yin God, Mo Li!"

When the two characters of Mo Li were completely written, the magic pen instantly dissipated between heaven and earth, and the six big characters emitted a dazzling light in the air, and the ghosts and ghosts who were close to them cried wolf and howled, and the little female ghost in the middle had a wonderful change under the scorching sun.

When the light dissipated, everyone looked along the night that finally calmed down, where was there any thin little female ghost, only a little Lori dressed in a neon dress, white and beautiful, twelve or thirty-four.

After closing her eyes for a while, Lori finally opened her eyes to look at Mo Ling, and then knelt on the ground, her lips opened lightly, and her voice was extremely soft:

"Yin God Mo Li, meet the Lord!"