Several people came out of Zhang Yu's room with different thoughts, Xiao Li didn't say a word, didn't even look at Chen Zhi, and turned around and left directly, so that Chen Zhi, who wanted to tell his unconcerned nephew a few words in person, was so unhappy, and thought that his cousin was angry in his heart, and he couldn't think about it.

I have the heart to catch up with him and enlighten him, but Chen Zhi can't erase the embarrassment of being confronted by his nephew several times, and after thinking about it, he feels that it is necessary to cool the young man, otherwise he will always be so impulsive in the future, and sooner or later it will be a big deal, especially now that he is mixed with Zhang Yu, the "city god".

God knows when Lord Chenghuang will be angry over some trivial matter, or be angered by his nephew who is not long-sighted, and implicate himself.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhi's whole body seemed to be falling into an ice cellar again, a bone-chilling chill poured in from the soles of his feet, the feeling of being possessed by the Yuan Shen in the cave that day, now he thinks about it, the feeling of powerlessness that emanates from the depths of his soul, he really doesn't want to experience it again.

Shaking his head, he sighed, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Xiao Cai, who was heartless, walking in front of him happily, Chen Zhi's heart moved, thoughtfully, and quietly walked back.

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Zhang Yu closed the doors and windows, took a shower and went to bed to get ready to rest, he is now a successful Yin God cultivator, these spiritual exhaustion is really nothing to him, it's just that the sleeping habits he has developed for more than ten years are difficult to break for a while.

In the past few days, he only slept for a few hours every night, and most of the rest of the time focused his energy on the vast and inexplicable, including the six realms of reincarnation and the three realms.

As usual, Zhang Yu went to bed and meditated cross-legged as usual, adjusted his breath to meditate, the Yin God escaped from the sea of self-awareness, and the Shen Jian was summoned, and automatically appeared and slowly unfolded in front of Zhang Yu's Yin God.

The mind is invested on it, and Zhang Yu's personal information is revealed: Zhang Yu, 21/86, the Yin God of the Difu, the Eight Grades of Ghosts, and the merit 1020.

After a few days of understanding, Zhang Yu has roughly understood that as the Yin God of the Difu, his merit is the only standard for measuring his cultivation and referring to his own cultivation.

Because the cultivation of the Yin God is closely related to the reincarnation in the six realms of heaven and earth, the purpose of the existence of the Yin Cao Difu is to perfect reincarnation and evolve the Heavenly Dao.

At this point, the cultivation of the Yin God is indeed different from the cultivation of the Yuan Shen, there is no need to meditate and practice qi, assimilate oneself, and there is no need to go through all the effort to comprehend heaven and earth, and to comprehend one's own Tao from all things in nature.

Of course, the premise of cultivating the Yin God, balancing the Yin and Yang Dao, and obtaining merit rewards from the Heavenly Dao must be a god recognized by the Heavenly Dao in the Yin Cao, if you don't have such an identity, it is useless to catch more ghosts.

If not, if the merit is so easy to earn, then all the powerful monks in ancient times came to catch ghosts to earn merit, and with those powerful skills through the heavens and the earth, they would catch all the ghosts in two days, and they would not be able to become holy immediately!

Besides, which king of Hades really dares to treat them as ghosts, ghosts and pawns!

The mind was silent, Zhang Yu carefully experienced, the more he went to the back, the more he could realize the great and profound meaning, and the more he could perceive the vastness and majesty of the Heavenly Dao.

While he was pondering, a hint of alarm suddenly appeared in his heart, and the light on the divine sword suddenly appeared, hanging in the air and turning lightly.

Zhang Yu's heart was full of surprise, and he immediately gathered his mind, and the yin spirit condensed, rising towards the top of his head.

At the right time, the moonlight is clear, as if covered with a layer of tulle, and a few wisps of cold moonlight flow in from the gap between the light yarns, like a clear spring passing through the forest stream, gentle and light, delicate and lingering.

The white figure standing in the moonlight was just like the cold moonlight at this moment, Gu Yanling was fluttering.

Her eyes are cold, like the first snowflakes falling in the cold winter wax moon, and like an eternal cold pool in winter.

Standing sideways, there seems to be a hint of sadness at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, such as Yuandai's undulating eyebrow line is slender and narrow, warm as spring water, and as continuous as autumn waves.

At first glance, seeing such a beautiful and beautiful woman who seemed to have just come out of the painting, Zhang Yu was stunned and was so shocked that he didn't speak.

The woman opposite seemed to be startled by Zhang Yu, who suddenly appeared, and the two were stunned on the spot for a while, and neither of them spoke.

Soon, Zhang Yu reacted and was about to speak, but he saw the woman opposite rolling up her clothes and bowing down at him: "Little woman to meet Lord Ghost!"

"What the hell?"

Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, the other party must have seen his true body as a yin god, and only after seeing this black clothes and official uniform did he determine his identity.

"Since Shenjian has warned her, then this woman must not be a living soul. ”

Zhang Yu was still thinking about the identity of the other party, but Shenjian had automatically jumped out of his arms, blooming with thousands of brilliance, like a totem unfolding, flying towards the woman in white.

Seeing this, the woman in white looked tight, and immediately exclaimed and retreated: "Wanwang Ghost sends the adult's mercy, and the little woman has a grievance!"

The light on the divine sword flickered, and in a matter of moments, it swept across a distance of several feet, and in the blink of an eye, it flew close to the woman.

Seeing that the Shenjian was approaching, the woman in white had no other way, only glanced at Zhang Yu quickly, and then waved her hand, and a white light escaped from her sleeve, which could hit the oncoming Shenjian.

Hindered by this, Shenjian's castration slowed down, and the woman in white hurriedly retreated when she saw this, and while observing Zhang Yu's expression attentively, she shouted loudly: "Please show mercy to Lord Ghost's subordinates, the little woman does have grievances." ”

Between the lightning and flint, a series of changes rose and fell, from the automatic flight of the divine sword to the repulsion by the woman in white, it was only a few seconds, one moment Zhang Yu was still guessing what the identity of this beautiful woman was, and the next moment his official seal did not listen to the command, and almost annihilated people on the spot.

Until now, Zhang Yu's mind was still cloudy.

Awakened by the cry of this mysterious woman, Zhang Yu immediately came back to his senses, and his mind turned and he recalled Shenjian.

As soon as Fang Fu fell into his hand, Zhang Yu couldn't wait to check it, and soon got the information feedback he wanted from Shenjian.

A hundred years of dead souls, quite angry, stranded in the sun, the way of heaven is unforgivable!

In just sixteen words, Zhang Yu clearly read a trace of the cruel taste of killing and sonorous sound.

Retracted his mind, Zhang Yu's face was solemn, there was no slackness, he raised his head and swept the other party, the woman in white stood alone, her expression seemed sad and happy under the moonlight, and it was difficult to distinguish.

After a pause, Zhang Yu asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The woman in white was apprehensive when she saw Zhang Yu take back the Shenjian, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but show a hint of relief on her face, and said slowly: "Lord Hui, the slave's surname is Luo, the name is Mingya, and the Chang'an family is from Chang'an." ”

"Chang'an people's clan?" After a few days, in today's modern civilization, Zhang Yu heard the ancient term Chang'an again, and his heart sank, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

"Exactly, so that the adults can know that the slave family was originally a woman from a good family, and she once offended the powerful because of something, and unexpectedly brought disaster to the family, and the powerful relied on the power of the DPRK and China to bully ...... wantonly."

Luo Mingya's expression is mournful, her words are like crying, in this quiet night, her soft voice seems to contain a strange magic, so that the listener unconsciously falls into the painted situation, and with the ups and downs of her tone, follow her joys, sorrows, and bring in her own feelings.

"The powerful man is both soft and hard, and wants to force the slave family to marry him as a concubine, although the slave family is not a famous family, but he does not want to end up with a nobleman who is willing to leave the army and lose his reputation. ”

Zhang Yu's eyes fell on her unconsciously, but she saw that her eyes were as quiet as autumn water, as deep as the bottomless, just like the heart hidden under her weak appearance, unpredictable.

"What's more, the slave family is self-aware, the powerful man is old, so like this, but it is just the skin of the slave family that can still be seen, and how can he really like the slave family, and he is willing to treat each other sincerely, otherwise why do he force the slave family with that inferior means, and insist that the slave family comply!"

Speaking of this, Luo Mingya's body trembled slightly, her eyes were red, and her eyes seemed to be wet with tears.

"The slave parents fought on the basis of reason, but the traitor was powerful, and they colluded with the government to frame ......"

Hearing this, Zhang Yu's heart became nameless, and he instantly resented the so-called "powerful" in Luo Mingya's mouth, and only hated that he couldn't come there in person, and he used his divine power to teach such a villain.

The thought came to mind, but Zhang Yu Zhihai suddenly throbbed, as if he had been pricked by a needle, sharp and difficult to understand.

Awakened by the severe pain, he suddenly woke up, and said that this woman was clearly a lonely soul for a hundred years, how could she claim to be a "Chang'an person"?

Could it be that everything she said was false?

As soon as this thought poured out, Zhang Yu couldn't help but tremble, and when he looked back, he saw that the woman in white still looked sad, and she was telling the old days in a low tone, but if you look closely, the corners of her mouth and eyebrows clearly contain a trace of disdainful sneer!

"Bold lonely soul, dare to cast the soul dementoring technique on Bencha!"

The thought was clear, Zhang Yu suddenly remembered that he had seen some Taoist techniques in the Shenjian, one of which was the heart-snatching left path technique, once these spells were cast, it was most likely to confuse people's minds, and they couldn't help but fall into the story arranged in advance by the other party, thus losing their judgment.

In ancient times, this kind of magic was mostly practiced by those monks who cultivated souls, and then it was introduced to the earthly world and learned by some lonely souls and wild ghosts who had a foundation in Taoism, causing harm to the world.

Zhang Yu was in this situation just now, and he unknowingly fell into the other party's way, if it weren't for the timely warning and reminder of the gods, I'm afraid he would still be kept in the story made up by the other party.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu was afraid, and immediately shouted, pointed a finger, pointed at the other party, and the soul chain swept away, without a trace of scruples and pity.

(The update is really sorry for everyone, bear with me!)