Yang Tianhong is a practical person: "I am now the captain of the Yin Soldiers, and I have also established a village according to your requirements. If you can, give me this part first. ”

Pamphlet: "You've got it." ”

Yang Tianhong frowned again: "What do you mean?" ”

"Willingness." The text appeared on the page: "Wang Yifu and other yin ghosts are your direct subordinates, and they are grateful to you." You can draw the power of gratitude from them. ”

Yang Tianhong still felt confused: "Can you explain in more detail?" ”

Pamphlet: "This is the magic power that belongs to the underworld, and some monks also call it "spiritual power". Whether it is the mana of the Yang cultivator or the spiritual power of the Yin Demon, it is an indispensable foundation for cultivation. ”

"There are many sources of willingness, and ordinary people also have it, but the premise is that you must have a sense of gratitude and reverence, and then worship can be generated."

Yang Tianhong suddenly realized in his heart: "I see. ”

Booklet: "Since the deity has promised to help you cultivate, if it is only the way it is now, you will definitely feel that the deity is doing something perfunctory. Anyway, the deity will give you a magic weapon. ”

Yang Tianhong smiled and nodded slightly: "Thank you!" ”

Booklet: "This treasure is not on the deity, you must take it yourself." ”

Yang Tianhong was also not polite, and asked in his heart: "Where is it?" ”

Pamphlet: "Cemetery. ”

Yang Tianhong thought to himself and asked, "The things of the dead?" ”

The booklet does not explain: "When you return to the yang, you can find this thing according to the guidance of the deity, and you will know it at a glance." ”

Yang Tianhong: "You haven't answered my previous question yet." ”

Pamphlet: "What's the problem?" ”

Yang Tianhong: "You have been asking me to rebuild the underworld, but this is already the underworld, how can we talk about rebuilding?" ”

The pamphlet was silent for a moment, and the text emerged: "There are some things that I can't tell you right now. ”

Yang Tianhong: "Why? ”

Pamphlet: "You are now just a worldly person. ”

Yang Tianhong no longer asked.

The reason is strong and logical.

Speaking of the things of the dead, Yang Tianhong couldn't help but think of the pair of walnuts that Yan Zhi gave him before, so his heart moved: "Yan Zhi gave me a gift, but I don't understand what that thing is for." ”

The text on the paper is extremely fast: "The thing is yours, you can use it however you want." ”

I don't know if it's a coincidence, the ball of light suspended on the dark ceiling at this moment suddenly changed, and the brightness suddenly increased than usual, as if the current was instantly pressurized, making the bulb emit brighter light than usual.

A ray of light shone obliquely, like a weakened version of the stage spotlight, shining on Yang Tianhong.

This doesn't feel very comfortable in the surrounding darkness.

Yang Tianhong's black pupils shrank slightly, and his slender and straight eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

It's a completely foreign world. But no matter what, whether it is humans, immortals, or ghosts, they all have normal physiological reactions.

This sudden bright light was dazzling, scorching and blazing, and there was a piercing sensation that could not be explained in words, as sharp as a sword.

Yang Tianhong remembered that when he first entered the underworld, the light released by the ball of light was very soft.

"How so?" Raising his left arm, he stretched his left hand to his forehead to block some of the strong light, looking up at the edge of the ball of light and the darkness, Yang Tianhong muttered to himself.

After two seconds of silence, he turned his back to the light, trying to see what the booklet had to explain to it, but was surprised to find that the booklet closed automatically, closing the pages, and the dark blue cover was facing his sight.

"What's wrong?" Yang Tianhong asked in his heart.

The booklet was unresponsive, as if it were a dead thing without a soul or sense.

Yang Tianhong waited in the dark for five minutes.

Sure that the booklet would no longer reply to his thoughts, he turned around and walked towards Wang Yifu, who was waiting in the distance.

As long as people are alive, they must stay in the yang world.

The constant transition between the two worlds of yin and yang like this is not normal in itself, and it is very uncomfortable.

The matter on the underworld's side will be handed over to Wang Yifu for the time being.

Looking at the twenty-three Yin Ghosts that were gathered again, Yang Tianhong suddenly understood the difference between the Yin Soldiers and them.

The Yin soldiers are very strong, and they look like they are powerful.

Let them farm first!

Without food, everything is empty talk.

Yang Tianhong felt that the affairs of the yang world were the basis for his survival, and there were many troubles that needed to be solved at present.

Li Tiangang is dead, and the torture hall will definitely investigate.

Zhang Fugui's threat remains.

The most important thing is cultivation.

What exactly should I do to generate a damn sense of qi, enter the qi refining realm, and become a true monk?

Of course, he still has a lot of doubts about the underworld, but the pamphlet was obviously affected by the bright light, entered a closed state, and refused to communicate.

Before leaving, Yang Tianhong called Yan Zhi in front of him.

"That pair of walnuts is of good quality. It can be seen that it should be your beloved thing. He then turned his tune and said bluntly: "What is the use of this thing?" ”

Yan Zhi's face was full of flattering smiles: "The villain usually doesn't have any hobbies, so he likes to play with walnuts." When it comes to usefulness, playing with walnuts too much will make your fingers more flexible. ”

Yang Tianhong glanced at him deeply, turned around and left, and returned to the yang.

……

Gui Yuan Zong, cemetery.

It's afternoon and the sun is shining.

Pu Jinsong squatted next to the trap and looked at Li Tiangang lying at the bottom of the pit.

The torture hall is divided into two entrances: the inner and outer doors.

Under normal circumstances, the inner door does not care about the chores of the outer door, and the outer door does not care about the mundane affairs of the outer hall. But as long as human life is involved, in order, the inner door supervises the outer door, and the outer door supervises the outer hall, and it must be investigated.

Having said that, when it comes to the practical level, as long as the deceased is not a prominent figure, no one will take it seriously, and everyone is basically perfunctory.

Pu Jinsong is obese, with thick and dark skin, and wears a black cloth all year round. Usually the hair is too lazy to comb, casually tied into a bun on the top of the head and fixed with a rough wooden hairpin.

The greatest characteristic of a monk is his longevity.

Pu Jinsong is eighty-nine years old this year, but he looks like a middle-aged man in his forties.

The "frozen age" situation does exist for monks. The reason why the first order of qi refining is called the cultivation threshold is largely because once a cultivator successfully refines qi, his body will also change correspondingly while increasing his lifespan, and in the next fifty years, his body appearance will be fixed.

At this stage, the change of voice and smile is equivalent to one year for a worldly person.

Pu Jinsong is a deacon of the Outer Gate Torture Hall, a fifth-order qi refiner.

This is the No. 35 district of the cemetery.

After staring at the decomposing corpse for a long time, Pu Jinsong stood up, turned around and walked to Maza, who was placed nearby, bent down and sat down, and reached out to untie the black cloth covering his cheeks.

Pu Jinsong didn't know that there was a thing called a mask in another world.

This face mask acts like a mask, covering the nose and mouth.

This kind of weather, not to mention Li Tiangang, who died in the trap and has become rotten, even if it is a pig slaughtered early in the morning, it will be a little bad in the afternoon.