"Black Leaf Grass?" One day, Deng An was doing nothing in the ghost raising jar, and the mouth of the jar was suddenly opened by Meng Ping and an inconspicuous grass was put in.

The grass has only two oval leaves, which are jet black and have dark red veins. If you look closely at the leaf veins, you will feel dizzy.

For the first time, Deng An remembered Qin Fuzi's introduction to the black leaf grass, wasn't it exactly what it looked like? Meng Ping didn't know where to get this plant.

Deng An was overjoyed, so naturally he would not be polite to him, wrapped the black leaf grass with his soul body, and absorbed it attentively. Why did Meng Ping leave him alone, through the contact during these days, Deng An already understood that the other party's purpose was very simple, that is, what he said when they first met, let Deng An be the main soul of his Ten Soul Banners.

Deng An is now imprisoned in the ghost cultivation jar, and has no other choice but to take one step at a time, and when he becomes a meditation cultivator, he should be able to know Meng Ping's next plan.

The black leaf grass gradually shrank, and the yin qi containing medicinal power in it was absorbed by Deng An's soul. "Boom", when the absorbed yin qi reached a critical point again, a diaphragm was suddenly broken, and an indescribable pleasure came from Deng An's consciousness.

"I've become a meditator!"

At this time, Deng An was a little incredulous, because what he felt was not only the increase in the yin qi in the soul body, but more importantly, a qualitative change, his soul body was almost multiplied and condensed, and some "filaments" appeared evenly, although the number was very small, but the existence of these "filaments" made the connection between his soul body and the external yin qi smoother, and there was no longer a feeling of helplessness, as if these yin qi had really become a part of his body.

Regarding these "filaments", Deng An listened to Master Qin's introduction that it is a spiritual power that can only be possessed by meditation, and his future cultivation is to find a way to increase the spiritual power in his body.

When Deng An's bottleneck was broken, the surrounding yin qi was absorbed by his soul body at a faster speed, and the bead that was only the size of a grain of rice quickly disappeared, and the pure yin qi contained in it was all transformed into a part of Deng An's new soul body, and a small part of it could be transformed into spiritual power.

Feeling the new soul body carefully, Deng An was ecstatic. Suddenly, his mind moved, and his soul body transformed into a vague scholar's appearance, but his cultivation was still in the early stage of accepting yin, and it could not be compared with the soul body of Yin Heirong's transformation, but some basic functions were already available.

As if sensing the movement of the soul cultivation jar, Meng Ping lifted the seal at the mouth of the jar, and when he saw Deng An in it, he was obviously stunned, and then said lightly: "Congratulations, you have finally entered the ranks of spiritual cultivation, and my Yin Spirit Bead and Black Leaf Grass have not been wasted." ”

Only then did Deng An understand that the bead was called the Yin Spirit Bead.

"How about we make a deal?" Facing Deng An, who had become a meditative cultivator in the jar, Meng Ping was extremely cautious, and even when he spoke, he didn't dare to leave the seal at the mouth of the jar.

Deng An originally wanted to try if he could escape from the mouth of the can, but after comprehensively judging the situation, he concluded that there was a high chance of being sealed again, so he had to endure it in order not to startle the snake.

Seeing Deng An's extremely illusory face, Meng Ping chuckled: "Don't look at me like that, I know you can hear it, if you want to answer, you can try to use the soul body to make a sound." ”

Deng An was taken aback, knowing that his reaction could be seen by the other party, he was a little uncomfortable for a while, which was the feeling he only had when he was a man. However, since he had experience as a human being, he quickly got used to it.

"What deal?"

Deng An tried to speak, and heard a somewhat hoarse voice. This is the first time he has spoken to someone since he became a ghost, and he is inevitably a little excited in his heart, and he can't control it.

Meng Ping still said lightly: "Be the main soul of my soul flag, I will find various materials for you to improve your cultivation, so that you can have the strength equivalent to that of a peak cultivator of qi cultivation as soon as possible." ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"Yes, it's simple, open your heart and let me leave a soul mark in your consciousness to guarantee that you will never betray. Meng Ping said calmly.

"Haha, didn't you just make me a slave?"

Deng An laughed angrily, this is an equal transaction, it is clearly to make him a slave, be supported by him, and serve him. The so-called main soul should be imprisoned in the soul banner and never have personal freedom, Meng Ping's promises are actually for his own interests, and Deng An can only get some "bones".

Meng Ping did not answer, and acquiesced to this statement.

"What if I don't say yes?"

"It's also very simple, forcibly erase your consciousness and lay a soul mark. Then you'll be a ghost who only knows how to kill. Your transfiguration form is very young, and you must have died unexpectedly, and I don't want to completely eliminate your chance of reincarnation. ”

"Well, whatever your reason, don't want me to give in. "As a scholar, Deng An has the arrogance of a scholar, how can he be a slave to others.

"Sure enough, it is a member of the Deng family, and I admire Deng Zhongshu's personality very much. However, as a monk, I have little interest in these grievances in the mortal world, and I have already done what I need to do, and there will be no mercy. Even if you don't agree, you can only use force. ”

Meng Ping's tone was calm, and he punched a spell into the jar with one hand.

Deng An looked sad, but he did not show weakness. Meng Ping's magic decision formed a circle of invisible ripples at the mouth of the can, penetrating Deng An's soul body and slamming into the soul core.

"Hum......" Deng An's consciousness was confused, but after a while, he regained his clarity, he didn't know the specific effect of this method, he only knew that it was definitely not good for him. Since the magic trick didn't do much, it should have been ineffective.

"Huh?" Meng Ping naturally noticed the abnormality, and felt inexplicable for a while, "No, I remember that there will be absolutely no mistake, and the magic trick is obviously issued in the same way." ”

He was unwilling to continuously inject spells into the jar until the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted, and without exception, none of these spells worked.

Deng An simply scattered his body and waited quietly for a possible flaw. However, although Meng Ping was a little annoyed, he did not neglect the problem of sealing, and until he sealed the mouth of the can again, Deng An did not find a chance to escape.

In the next few days, Meng Ping was not discouraged, and continued to inject some strange tricks into the jar, which were probably newly learned, but the effect of these tricks was not even as good as the first time, and it had no effect on Deng Anzao.

Seeing this, Deng An felt relieved. Looking at it like this, Meng Ping has no way to deal with him for the time being, but if he wants to make him take the initiative to succumb, it is even more impossible.

Finally, Meng Ping gave up the useless attempt, lowered his posture and began to negotiate with Deng An: "Deng An, you think about it again, this deal is definitely a win-win situation for you and me." ”

"If it's for me to be a ghost slave, don't talk about it!" Deng An refused.

"Tell me about your conditions, how can you agree to allow me to enter the soul seal and be the main soul of the Ten Soul Banners. Seeing that he still couldn't negotiate, Meng Ping had to lower his requirements.

"If someone forces you to sign a completely unequal contract, will you agree?" Deng An saw that the other party was so persistent, and asked coldly.

When Meng Ping heard this, he opened his mouth and was speechless. Comparing his heart to his heart, if it were him, he would indeed not agree to this condition, but he is a high-ranking monk, Deng An is just a ghost, he has the capital not to agree, and what capital does Deng An have, let him put down his posture and treat him equally, thinking of this, he immediately closed the seal angrily.

Seeing that the other party was retreating, Deng An was about to continue his meditation, but unexpectedly, the seal was soon opened again, and Meng Ping seemed to have made some kind of difficult decision, and said heavily: "If you are willing to be used by me, I will sign a soul contract with you." ”

"Soul Contract?" Deng An asked unconsciously when he first heard about this thing.

"The so-called soul contract is a soul contract. Both parties who sign the soul contract must strictly abide by it, once they violate it, demons will breed, and the light will be exhausted, and the heavy will be dead. Since you refuse to be my ghost slave, I will no longer force it. As long as you agree to be its main soul, I can sign a soul contract with you, promising to let you go after ten years and return your freedom. How?"

Meng Ping made such a concession, and Deng An knew his sincerity. In fact, if he could trade on an equal footing, he would still be willing to consider it, after all, he was imprisoned in the ghost breeding tank, "people are swordsmen, I am fish and meat", and he does not have the full initiative. If Meng Ping is forced to be in a hurry, the other party will not be able to ambush him, but he can hand himself over to the sect, and in the face of those higher-order monks, he doesn't think that there will be good luck.

"Yes! I can say yes, but I have one more condition. ”

"Let's hear it, but the ugly words are ahead, if it is some unreasonable request, I would rather send it into the soul pool than agree. ”

"Help me find out the murderer of Deng Zhongshu's family. ”

"This?" Meng Ping hesitated, and then said: "There is an unwritten rule in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, monks are not allowed to meddle in worldly affairs easily, and whoever violates it will definitely be wanted by all the Immortal Cultivation Sects. However, I can try to help you inquire about the matter of revenge, and after ten years, you will deal with it yourself. ”

Deng An didn't know if Meng Ping's reply was a pretext, but it was unlikely, after all, if it was really immortal cultivators who could arbitrarily meddle in secular affairs, wouldn't the secular world be chaotic, and immortal cultivators could do whatever they wanted, and who could afford to provoke them.

The negotiation was decided, and Meng Ping went to the sundries of the sect.

When the ghost raising jar was opened again, Deng An saw Meng Ping holding a yellow talisman paper with some strange lines drawn on it with dansha, which was much more mysterious than the one drawn by the Taoist priest of Youfang.

"The soul contract has high requirements for the level of the monk, and generally only in the late stage of qi cultivation can it be reluctantly cast once. The ghost gate in our town has a lot of dealings with ghosts, and in order to facilitate the use of low-level gatekeepers, the predecessors of the foundation building period specially made this kind of talisman. ”

After the introduction, Meng Ping taught Deng An how to use it, and in order to show his sincerity, he first played a spiritual power into the talisman, and then whispered a few incantations.

The talisman was activated by spiritual power, and the characters on the surface emitted an orange light, and a looming gray line slowly pulled away from Meng Ping's head and shot into the talisman. The process seemed to be a little painful, and many fine beads of sweat oozed from Meng Ping's forehead.