Changqingzi said lightly, Huang Chang only heard it inexplicably, and said in his heart that your old man here belongs to the immortal Dao body, but am I not just a mortal living person? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As if guessing his thoughts, Changqingzi smiled slightly, and added:

"It's fine during the day, but if it's at night, I don't dare to enter easily. ”

Huang Chang became more and more puzzled, and was about to ask, but saw the fog on the ground churning--there had always been a faint layer of mist on the ground of this valley, as if there was geothermal steam, but the color was gray and black, and it gave people an extremely cold feeling. Huang Chang didn't care about it at first, but at this time, he saw that those gray-black mist automatically gathered, and they gradually transformed into the shape of small people, standing upright from the ground.

Those figures are large and small, but they are all very "pocket-sized", the big ones are only one or two feet, the small ones are only three or four inches, and the appearance is very simple, only the trunk and arms can be vaguely distinguished, and the lower part has no legs and feet, but floats on the ground in the shape of smoke, and its head has no facial features, but they all use their bodies to face Changqingzi and Huang Chang, as if they are "looking" at them.

"These ...... Could it be ......?"

Huang Chang remembered the scene he had encountered on the golden bridge before, and thought of the name of the valley here that Changqingzi had just said, and couldn't help but shout:

"Ghosts?!"

Changqingzi nodded:

"Yes, the soul of the Yuan has no entity, and it can be manifested through the yin qi in the valley, and if it encounters a living being, it will pounce on it, and absorb its yang energy, so there is no living soul in this valley that can survive forever. ”

The more and more the yin and fog gathered on the ground, and more and more ghosts formed by the gathering of yin qi and smoke "stood up" silently, but there was no movement, just watching them quietly, it was like a scene in a horror movie that Huang Chang had seen in his previous life - and it was also a masterful work that rendered the atmosphere extremely well and could really mobilize people's inner fears.

Even though Huang Chang was firm in his mind and had never been disturbed by external objects, under the "onlookers" of these thousands of ghosts, he couldn't help but be a little frightened, and unconsciously moved closer to Changqingzi's side, and couldn't help but reach out and grab Changqingzi's sleeve.

Noticing his fear, Changqingzi turned around and smiled:

"Don't worry, they can't do much during the day - the ghosts on Kunlun Mountain and the underground yin qi are all suppressed, and they are not too fierce. If it were in the mortal nether, a living person like you would have pounced on them as soon as they appeared. ”

Huang Chang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking:

"And what about that night?"

"That's why I don't even dare to enter at night, this is not a place where the living should come at all. ”

Changqingzi's answer made Huang Chang cry and laugh, and said in his heart that this master is really humorous, isn't the Yuanying ancestor who has lived here alive?

Unexpectedly, Changqingzi suddenly looked at him again, and said leisurely:

"The three saints of Kunlun, the other two are called 'Sword Saint' and 'Law Saint' respectively, and the title of this ancestor is 'Ghost Saint'. ”

Huang Chang's heart couldn't help but tremble, he had seen human immortals and demon immortals since he went up the mountain, and this time, he was about to see a real ghost immortal!

............

After that, Changqingzi took Huang Chang to stand in place and wait, and this stop was more than an hour. Changqingzi is a person who has cultivated for many years, and he doesn't care at all about this kind of waiting, and he closes his eyes slightly, not knowing whether he is pranayama or nourishing his spirits. Although Huang Chang is young, he is already a human being in two lifetimes, with the soul of an adult in his body, and his temperament is the most calm on weekdays, and he can stand still patiently. Even though there was a ghostly murmur next to his ears from time to time, he was not moved in the slightest.

Seeing that the sun was gradually turning west, Changqingzi frowned:

"You must go out of the valley before dark, if Master Zu refuses to see us, I am afraid your trouble will be difficult to solve. ”

Fortunately, this did not happen, and after a while, there was finally something changed in the valley - the thousands of yin mist attached to the ghosts suddenly all dispersed, and recombined in a disturbing and piercing scream, turning into the image of an old man with fairy wind bones - Huang Chang didn't realize until much later that it was an incomparably powerful Yuan Spirit that directly plundered all the Yin Qi, and the other weak ghosts made a mournful sound when they were driven away.

The image of this old man is quite complete, except that the whole is slightly dark and translucent, the upper part of the body has all the shapes and faces, and even the folds on the clothes can be seen clearly. It's just that the lower half of his body is still just a blur of smoke, but this is obviously not that the other party can't conjure, but it's unnecessary - under the slight shaking of the smoke, the old man flew in front of Changqingzi and Huang Chang almost instantly.

"Changqing, why are you bothering me?"

It was still the kind of sound that seemed to ring next to his ears, but it didn't have the cold and piercing feeling when the ghost whispered before, but it was quite neutral and peaceful, Huang Chang estimated that this was about the difference between an ordinary ghost and a great monk's out-of-body soul.

"Disciple Feng Changqing, meet the ghost saint ancestor. ”

Changqingzi first respectfully saluted the old man's primordial spirit before replying:

"The disciple is here for the induction gate problem encountered by a new disciple of this sect......"

He roughly told Huang Chang about the situation, and the Yuanying Patriarch, known as the "Ghost Saint", listened quietly, turned his head and glanced at Huang Chang casually, but just this glance made Huang Chang feel as if his whole body had been thoroughly seen, and there was a feeling of cold immersion.

However, the Ghost Saint frowned and said:

"A mere new disciple in Tsing Yi, is it worth your special trip like this? I think his talent is only ordinary, even if he gives up, there is no pity...... Huh? No...... Something ...... interesting."

The Ghost Saint didn't care about Huang Chang at the beginning, but after paying a little attention to him for a while, he obviously saw that he was different, but he paid a little attention to it:

"Are you...... No, there is no discrete appearance of the soul, nor is it one with two souls, nor is it reborn...... It turned out to be a normal reincarnation? But it didn't go away with innate spiritual sense...... Do you remember what happened in your past life?"

"Yes, the disciple does have memories of his past lives. ”

Huang Chang replied honestly, and then heard the ghost saint let out a cheer like a child, and flew in front of Huang Chang, and circled around him:

"How did you do that? Tell me...... Ha, the method of reincarnation is different from each other, and it is impossible to copy other people's, so I just listen to it for a little reference. Of course, I won't listen to you in vain, and there will naturally be corresponding rewards. ”