Rizhao City.

The father and son of the Sun family finally made a decision to Yang Xi.

They wanted to go back to Huizhou City with Yang Xi.

And in this, Sun Changliang's own request was an important reason for Sun Fu to nod at Yang Xi.

Sun Changliang wants to make himself stronger through cultivating the Dao and learning the Fa, so that he can protect his family and never get hurt again.

What's more, his mother and his grandmother died from an avalanche, and if he had enough ability, he could definitely stop such a tragedy...... Some people say that when the cultivation is completed, it will be an immortal.

Immortal...... I will never watch my loved ones die again, and I will no longer affect others because of my own life problems.

Sun Fu looked at the firmness in his son's eyes, and finally agreed.

He was just an uneducated countryman, and he was always uneducated.

My son can do whatever he wants, and it's a good thing to be able to make decisions for himself.

Even if the cultivation is fruitless, they still have 800,000 yuan in compensation, which is enough for the father and son to live a worry-free life in a small place where the price is not high.

In addition, Yang Xi also said that he would let Sun Fu stay on Huangshan, otherwise the father and son would be separated, and he would look like a bad person.

Although Sun Changliang has a weak kinship, it is destined that even if the father and son are filial piety between the two, he should not be the promoter.

Moreover, there is such a strange thing as Zhao Zhiliang in the Taoist temple, and if there is a half-sized child, Yang Lao Ghost may not have the time to take care of it.

However, the apprentice still has to accept it, if the situation is repeated today, it is destined that the cultivation world will rise together, and Yang Xi will never be able to face such storms and waves by himself-besides, he is thinking about restarting his own Dharma lineage before, otherwise he will not have to make a deal with the official and will come to Huangshan as a dojo.

"Daochang Yang, my family's ......" In the hospital, Sun Fu asked Yang Xi in a low voice, "You really can't slow down anymore?"

"What will happen if you slow down, won't you see it too?"

Just last night, there was also a case of a ghost in Rizhao City, but the Taoist who should have come over was still helping in the city next door, and he couldn't catch up for a while, so Gou Hao specially asked Yang Xi to help him and let him bother for a while.

Yang Xi also wanted to witness the results of some things delaying for too long for these two stubborn fathers and sons, so he let the two of them watch and use a neat action scene to scatter the soul of the evil shot.

After this incident, the father and son of the Sun family were also dead-hearted, and decided to send the "relatives" of the family away, but Sun Fu could not be discharged from the hospital at the moment, so this matter could only be done by Sun Changliang, the child, and Yang Xi was responsible for watching from the side to prevent accidents.

Sun Changliang didn't delay when he got home, packed up his needs and ran to the wall where the photos of his mother and his were hung, brought an iron basin, and lit the words that Yang Xi had written for them earlier.

This is also one of the ways that people in ancient times dealt with this kind of thing, and some filial sons and grandsons preferred to let the obsession of forming ghosts be lifted rather than asking monks to subdue or disperse them.

Once the obsession is gone, the ghost will have no basis for existence in the world.

And the elders have been pestering the juniors, usually because they can't save their children.

Sun Changliang threw the slow-burning cyan paper into the basin, his teeth biting his lip tightly, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

He didn't speak.

What he wanted to say had already been told to Yang Xi and asked him to help write it on the green paper.

It is a special kind of paper that naturally has mana attached to it, so that after the paper is burned, the content written in it can be received by the ghosts, and the communication between people and gods, or between people and ghosts, can be realized.

Therefore, the ancient people sacrificed to the gods and told the sky, and they would write the "green words", and later Yan Song of the Ming Dynasty also relied on the "green words" to write, and was promoted by Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty.

However, the one written by Yang Xi is not too gorgeous and exquisite, anyway, he doesn't sacrifice to the sky, just for the two ghosts.

The ghosts of the two women had already appeared when Sun Changliang came back, and their eyes full of life stared directly at this kid, not caring at all about Yang Xi who came together.

Even if the other party raises his hand, he can dissipate like a cloud of smoke.

They still maintained their appearance before they died, all of them were emaciated and pitiful, and their bodies were still stuck in the avalanche at that time, and the steel bars and sharp wooden sticks that fell from the sky and pierced their flesh and bones, and their faces glowed a terrifying blue.

The father and son of the Sun family are bold, not afraid of their appearance, and even after calming down, they are thinking about how to protect each other and realize the dream of "family reunion".

It's a pity that this is the case, people and ghosts are different after all.

The green paper gradually burned into a pile of ashes in the basin, and it was not until the flame was extinguished that a wisp of green smoke rose from the ashes.

With the father and son's guilt and reluctance to miss the women in the family, the green smoke was entangled in a terrifying ghost.

All the thoughts of the Sun family father and son about their relatives followed the green smoke and slowly soaked into the ghost.

The two ghosts' originally indifferent and terrifying faces gradually softened with the entry of this power.

There was blood and a smile on his face, and even the wounds and things that had been stuck in his body were gone.

They have changed back to the way they were when they were alive, and they also have the vividness of being a living person.

It is still the appearance in Sun Changliang's memory before the heavy snowstorm.

His was frozen so red and swollen that it cracked his hands, and his were thin and thin...... That night, he also talked to his mother and wiped his back......

Tears finally collapsed uncontrollably from his eyes, blurring Sun Changliang's world.

The second ghost hooked a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to Sun Changliang, and touched his head.

They have wanted to do this for a long time, Sun Changliang has grown a lot of height these days, but unfortunately it is difficult to contact people and ghosts, and their power restricts them from being a nightmare "ghost".

Even though they still can't speak, their actions and expressions have made their thoughts and thoughts very clear.

Be good, kid.

You and your dad are going to be fine.

I'm really sorry that dying has brought so much trouble to my family, but we really can't let you go.

Now through the power of Qingzi, they already know that the life of the father and son is on the right track, and they are still living a good life, so they are finally relieved.

Now that everyone is well, it's time to go.

The figure quickly dissipated and returned to heaven and earth.

"Mom, grandma!" Sun Changliang cried and shouted, trying to reach out to protect them, but all he could catch was air in his arms.

He ran in front of Yang Xi, crying silently, unable to speak, "My mother...... They, are they completely gone?"

"Hmm. ”

In the eyes of the monks, there is no such thing as reincarnation in this world.

Although they acknowledge the existence of the soul after death, they do not feel that it is eternal.

After death, the soul is separated within seven days.

The excessively heavy emotions will be stripped out, formed into obsessions, and then become "ghosts", and the rest will be disrupted and formed into new "souls" with other wandering between heaven and earth, waiting to find a new body to enter.

It's like a piece of glass that has been broken, and the shard is made up of a new piece of glass, and although it looks the same, it's not the original piece after all.

After merging the soul, or turning into pigs, dogs, cows and sheep, or turning into gold, stones, plants and trees, it is difficult to get a glimpse of the mystery and trace back to the past life without reaching the realm of immortals.

Therefore, the phrase "everyone is unique" is quite appropriate for both the living and the dead.

"You guys came over and sent me a message, and I asked you to pick you up. After everything was done, Yang Xi said to the Sun family father and son.

He has been in the field long enough, he has to go back to see it, otherwise Huangshan doesn't know what will be ruined by those bastards at home.

"Good. "The other party responded, who let Sun Fu continue to be hospitalized to recuperate?

So the two sides separated, and Yang Xi continued to take the high-speed train south back to Huangshan.

To be honest, the ride on the high-speed rail is much more comfortable than before.