I picked up firewood for the afternoon, and there was nothing else, but there were branches. In a short time, everyone had four or five torches in their hands.

All the torches were lit, and the whole forest was as bright as day.

Seeing this posture, Old Man Zhang finally laughed.

Bing Sanzhang was also nervous, he didn't expect the other party to make such a big scene, and he said that this time it was a big game.

Stand up, keep an eye on the fire outside, ready to break through the wall and escape.

With the help of torches, Old Man Zhang's momentum soared.

However, just as he was about to call for action, a flash of lightning suddenly struck from the sky, followed by a deafening thunderclap.

Old man Zhang was shocked and roared, "Throw the torch!"

More than a dozen big men rushed forward.

They were fast, the torrential rain in Baihugang was even faster, and it was only a few meters away when they ran out, and the sky was like a big hole suddenly being torn open, and a huge torrent was pouring down, and in the blink of an eye, it was pouring rain.

In an instant, the imposing arsonist team turned into a wooden club goblin.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and they looked up at the sky together, shrugged their heads and turned back.

Old man Zhang sat stupidly on the ground, his eyes were completely out of reach, with an expression of a rag doll that had been played with, and his mouth was repeated: "Evil Gate!

Bing Sanzhang was also stunned and speechless.

The little water ghost was so happy that he jumped and jumped for a while, and shouted something for a while.

Bing Sanzhang pointed at her and said to the old ghost: "Look at you, you will become a seven or eight-year-old child again, will your intelligence degenerate into a monkey if you raise it for two more days?"

The old ghost didn't answer his indifferent words at all, he showed up and looked at the rainstorm outside, then turned his head to look at Bing Sanzhang, shook his head with inexplicable eyes and sighed: "Evil Gate!

Bing Sanzhang rolled his eyes and said, "You yourself are the number one evil creature in heaven and earth, are you embarrassed to talk about me?"

The old ghost shook his head: "I can't afford this praise, the first evil thing in heaven and earth, that is the zombie clan, they are born by the resentment of heaven and earth, cursed by time, immortal and have great power, ordinary immortals can't help them." I'm a little ghost cultivator, and between struggling and the reincarnation of heaven and earth, I don't even have the qualifications to be compared!"

"Are there really zombies?" Bing Sanzhang was dumbfounded. He had also suspected the other monsters in this face before, but he was still shocked to hear the word zombie with his own ears.

That's a zombie.

Lin Zhengying's classic zombie will not be mentioned.

Bing Sanzhang remembered that he had read a book dedicated to zombies, in which the ancestor of zombies was written as a sibling brother of the god of time and space, and even the blood god of the West was just his younger brother. Vampires or something, it's a toy made casually. It's so high!

Now that he is coldly inserted into Bing Sanzhang's worldview, even if he is a little mentally prepared, it is still difficult to accept it calmly.

Looking at the storm outside, Bing Sanzhang shook his head and said, "It seems that you don't have to worry about those unlucky guys making trouble, you don't have to play with them tonight, it's okay to be idle, you can't cultivate, how about we talk about it, old ghost?"

The old ghost squinted: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Don't you often say that you are a ghost cultivator? What do you mean? What is the difference between a fierce ghost and a hundred-year-old evil ghost?"

"Naturally, there is a difference!" the old ghost sighed and said, "The word Xiu has exhausted its charm." ”

"Oh?

"People die as ghosts, and ghosts die as Yang. Ghosts are not so easy to be!" The old ghost shook his head: "In the world of flowers, the soul has the carrier of the physical body, and it can't suppress its desires. Externally, it is naturally good games, good food, good gambling, good killing, and so on.

Ghosts, in fact, are souls that are separated from the carrier, without the hindrance of the physical body, and their desires will expand a thousand times more. So the good game becomes a little ghost who plays tricks and scares people. Those who are good at food will become a man-eating ghost, and those who are good at killing will naturally become a demon who makes waves.

However, this is just a momentary speed, when gradually lost in desire, the ghost itself will lose its obsession, as long as the obsession disappears, then the entire ghost body will lose the core of adsorption cultivation, and the only result in the end is madness and dissipation. ”

Bing Sanzhang said strangely: "Can the ghost dissipate on its own?"

"That's nature, otherwise you think that for thousands of years, how many ghosts have died in the land of China? If it can't be dissipated, the mortal world would have been occupied by the ghost world a long time ago. Even if there are monks and Taoists who can exorcise demons and exorcise demons, they are at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, even if they have great ability, they can fight a hundred of them, it will be useless!"

Bing Sanzhang said: "Isn't there six reincarnations?

The old ghost glanced at Bing Sanzhang deeply, shook his head and sighed, "I can confirm now that you really don't know about this." The secrets of the Heavenly Court that shocked me before were just what you heard from somewhere else!"

Bing Sanzhang smiled and said, "Sa! Who knows about this." ”

The old ghost saw that Bing Sanzhang didn't mean to answer at all, so he continued: "Between heaven and earth, most of the birds, beasts, grass and wood spirits are ignorant, even if they have spiritual wisdom, they are also true spirits, and they do not enter the ranks of the six realms. Therefore, what the underworld receives is generally the soul of a person. ”

"Mostly?"

"I've heard that there have been exceptions, but I don't know the specifics. The old ghost paused, and then said: "However, if the soul wants to be reincarnated, it is also the posture of thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge. Is your local government just distributing Meng Po soup at the Nai He Bridge on the Lechuan River? That's the way to be reincarnated!"

Bing Sanzhang clapped his hands and said suddenly: "According to what you say, what kind of vain death city and eighteen layers of hell are all tools used to screen the number of people?"

"Is there any fake? Not only that, but what good and evil merit books, Jinqiao and Yinqiao ghost gates, are all used to do this. ”

Bing Sanzhang thought for a while and said, "Then you mean that the so-called ghost cultivation is the soul that can't cross the Nai He Bridge, but doesn't want to be trapped in the dead city and run to the mortal world to make waves?"

"How can it be that simple!" the old ghost shook his head: "It's very simple to stay in the mortal world, as long as you don't get caught by the ghosts."

But when you stay in the human world, you will naturally be tempted by all kinds of desires in the human world, and the soul will keep a little true spirit in the core, and constantly resist this kind of heartfelt desire impulse, which can be regarded as cultivation!"

Bing Sanzhang shook his head and smiled: "You are talking nonsense! When I first came out of the bronze mirror, who was crying wolf and wanting to kill me? This is also a practice to resist desire?"