Yin Si Earth.

Looking at the ghost creature that struggled in the flames but was still unwilling to touch the flames released by Zhang Qing's mana, Zhang Qing thought of the existence that was the same as the thirty-three days.

Yin Si is a paradise for ghosts and a forbidden place for the living.

Under normal circumstances, the ghosts of the Yin Si Earth would never appear between heaven and earth, and cultivators would not rush into the Yin Si.

But that is an ordinary situation, and it does not mean that it is impossible and none.

"Let's check if this is the only place where people have been lost recently." Zhang Qing commanded a servant, and although the latter did not want to leave, he did not dare to refute the majesty of the immortal master, and hurriedly rushed back to the direction of Nanyuan City. ap

Looking at the ghost in front of him again, Zhang Qing's eyes fluctuated a little, "If this really appeared unintentionally from the Yin Si Earth, then I'm afraid things won't be so simple." ”

After becoming the foundation builder, Zhang Qing was qualified to read a lot of history, and he gradually understood the chaos of two hundred years ago.

The ultimate source of the chaos in the cultivation world, except for the matter between the Cloud Dream Pavilion and the demons, was the invasion of the earth by ghosts.

In those years, neither cultivators nor demons had the time and energy to deal with the ghosts that were causing chaos everywhere, making things out of control again and again, which eventually led to the defeat of both Yunmeng Pavilion and the demons, and the rise of one clan and four clans.

Now that ghosts have reappeared, are there any signs?

Raising his head, Zhang Qing looked at the snowflakes above his head, and his open palms were clenched.

A terrible scream erupted from the dark shadow, which seemed to be infiltrating, and the surrounding officials couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Let's go, tell Cheng Mingzhe that the matter is settled."

After returning home, Zhang Qing said goodbye to several elders, and then took Qingmeng on the way home.

In the carriage, the little girl's mood was not very high, but it was obviously not because she wanted to return to Chihu in advance.

"No wonder Second Uncle, you don't come back much." Qingmeng said with a low voice.

She went through so much in two days.

As a cultivator, she was already a bit precocious than the others, and the cultivator's mind was sensitive, making it easy for Qingmeng to feel those courteous smiles and flattering words.

Those people didn't dare to provoke the second uncle, but they did everything they could for her, a little girl, and all this was particularly boring in those clear eyes.

In short, everything is in plain sight.

"Blood kinship does not exist, but the world is different, so we are destined not to go in one direction." Zhang Qing rubbed the little girl's head.

"In the future, you will come back less and less, and replace Chihu Lake, which will slowly become your home."

"This is the difference between practitioners and ordinary people, not because we are willing to distance ourselves from them, but because of the instinct of cultivation."

Monks are not suitable to participate in the mortal world, and likewise, mortals are not qualified to covet the splendor of the cultivation world.

All disparities will eventually turn into awe-inspiring alienation.

In Nanyuan City, not only Zhang Qing and his family have monks, but there are also elders in those Zhang family members in Chihu, but at the end of the year, Zhang Qing and Zhang Qingmeng were the only two who returned.

The Zhang family of the monks and the Zhang family group of mortals are not very similar.

Zhang Qing didn't explain more, he came back this time with the intention of letting Qingmeng see, and this time next year, I'm afraid this girl won't prepare her luggage so early.

In the scale carriage, Zhang Qing had an extra file in his hand, which was all the cases about population loss in Nanyuan City.

"Every year there are people lost, but in the past year, no, the number in six months has exceeded the sum of the last three years, but it is still not much, so it has not caused panic."

Zhang Qing thought of the city of tranquility, the ghost festival of the city that would never be affected by war.

At that time, everyone was wearing masks, and no one knew if it was a human or a ghost under the mask.

On Chihu Lake Island, taking advantage of the time to pick up Bailu, Zhang Qing told Zhang Shenling about the ghosts.

The latter's face was calm and did not show much surprise.

"Two hundred years ago, Yunmeng Pavilion, demons, and ghosts were all losers."

"On the premise of losing all, that is, no one has lost, it is normal for Yin Si Land to make a comeback, the difference is only when they appear."

"You don't have to worry too much, there will be no more ghosts than a few decades or hundreds of years."

"The impact may only be on the mundane realm, as long as this kind of thing is not in the family territory, just leave it to the Zhao family to solve, they have one more golden lotus to think of and be vigorous, and it is good to use it to solve ghosts."

"But there are also accidents, the Shui family may be happy, they can get all kinds of ghosts with the least resources, and the next dispute seems to need to be vigilant."

Zhang Qing's prudence was not a big deal here in Zhang Shenling, and in comparison, he was more concerned about the first trip of the Lingyue Chamber of Commerce in the distance.

If it can succeed, the Lingyue Chamber of Commerce can be regarded as having a complete foothold in Yunmengze, otherwise this suddenly merged Chamber of Commerce will probably fall apart in a short period of time.

Holding the somewhat restless Bailu, Zhang Qing returned to his small courtyard, and Qingmeng, who was in a somewhat depressed mood, also regained the girl's youth and liveliness under Bailu's cuteness.

As for Zhang Qing, he naturally continued to practice the spell of foundation building in retreat, and by the way, he took the time to test Qingmeng's cultivation progress.

One day two months later, on the top of the green peaks around Chihu, Zhang Qing stepped on the sea of clouds and looked up at the boundless sky, and nine surrounding flame stars flickered in his deep pupils.

At a certain moment when the sea of clouds rolled, the surrounding sky turned red, and then nine raging flames erupted, and the earth-shattering roar and air waves dispersed all the clouds, leaving Zhang Qing alone suspended in the sky.

Returning to the island in the middle of the lake, Zhang Qing went to Zonglou, and the three-month retreat had already given him the strength to deal with the foundation building monks.

Two days later, Zhang Qing embarked on a long journey alone.

This was the farthest he had ever been from Chihu, and the farthest he had ever been to before was Luo Jing.

"The Songhu Mine is a swamp mine, it is not easy to mine, and it is far away from the family, which has led to the chaos there."

"And it's not that mine that is responsible for these reasons, although the small spirit stone veins are still attractive, but they won't let the people of the four clans be there."

"The key is that the Songhu Swamp is three hundred miles to the east, which is Junchengfang City, and it is also the easternmost gateway of Yunmengze, and Junchengfang City is outside Yunmengze to the east."

"Therefore, even with the Songhu swamp, it is a mixed place."

"The reason why the family chose to stand on the location of the mine is also so that one day, they can easily connect the inside and outside of Yunmengze."

"In other words, why can Junchengfang City block the entry and exit of the Yunmengze monks?"

Zhang Qing was a little puzzled, but he thought that the answer to all this would be revealed soon.