"For the sake of the 100,000 evil ghosts in Fengdu, the Qin King of this dynasty specially drew out one million taels of silver from the national treasury, and asked the experts of the Tianshi Mansion to open the altar and set up a 36,500 Zhoutian dip to suppress the 100,000 evil ghosts in Fengdu."

On a swaying boat, Wang Dachui was making up for Lin Feng's story about the Ghost City in Fengdu, hoping that the other party could give up this idea as soon as possible and return the money to him early.

But without thinking, Lin Feng listened to it with relish and would not ask some questions, such as at present, he was a little confused, "What is Zhoutian Dipping?"

Wang Dachu slapped his forehead and looked at Lin Feng's curious baby's appearance. He wanted to strangle him to death, but he still explained patiently: "The Zhoutian Dip is the highest ritual of the Taoist sect, which is equivalent to placing a banquet and asking the gods in the sky to drink. Generally speaking, setting up one thousand and two hundred altars is already huge, just like the King of Qin swept the ** and dominated the eight deserts. When he ascended the throne, he set up three thousand and six hundred dip."

"Before Fengdu became a ghost city, there had never been so many large dips. 36,500 large dips, which was equivalent to inviting all the gods and immortals in the sky. Even so, ordinary people still dare not settle here. It was because of the popularity in recent years that has gradually become more prosperous."

Wang Dahui's words were gloomy and terrifying, and Lin Feng was happy to hear them, and at the same time he strengthened his confidence in going to Fengdu this time.

Suddenly remembering something, Lin Feng sat at the bow of the boat and asked, "If all the evil ghosts in Fengdu City were saved, what level would you be promoted to?"

"Super the Dharma?!" Wang Dahui sneered, as if mocking Lin Feng for overestimating his abilities, but his eyes still showed a hint of yearning: "If I can be saved, I will immediately upgrade to a guardian. No, I will immediately become an abbot, and I will definitely be one of the top abbots in the capital. Even the saints today have to meet me personally!"

Halfway through thinking, the flames in Wang Dachu's eyes suddenly disappeared, and then he shook his head with a self-deprecating voice, and said, "How can I be saved cleanly? So many gods in the Heavenly Master Mansion have not been saved cleanly. How can I be saved cleanly?"

Lin Feng was a little confused and asked with a smile: "How did you know that you didn't have the power to be clean? How did you know that you couldn't do it?"

Wang Dahui looked at the clear lake water and said lightly: "In fact, there is a little story here that is unknown to outsiders. The old god who set up the Zhoutian dip in the sky, posted a "Glory Dissipation Talisman" on the city gate tower. The talisman is written on the front of the 'Ghost Gate' and the Ghost Gate is opened' and the back is engraved with 'Go away from the Yellow Spring'. At that time, the old god once said that when will there be no ghosts in Fengdu, this talisman will automatically dissipate."

"But over the years, the dissipation talisman has been sticking well on the city gate tower. This has become a stone that lives in Fengdu people. Later, I don't know who mentioned it. At that time, it seemed that the two families were competing for the incense of the human world, so someone suggested that the two families rely on their own abilities. If anyone can save the evil ghosts in Fengdu City, whoever wins, and the one who loses will automatically withdraw from the incense dispute."

"So since then, whether it is Taoism or my Buddhism, many wonderful and beautiful people have come to this ghost town and tried to save the 100,000 evil ghosts, but all of them have returned without success. At the least, they are seriously injured, and at the worst, the evil ghosts will retaliate and die and disappear."

Speaking of this, Wang Dahui showed a sighing expression, shook his head and said, "So, I, a person who even lost my qualifications as an intern exorcist, can I have the ability to save these evil spirits?"

The breeze blew on his face, Lin Feng looked at the Wang Dahui with a somewhat negative will and asked tentatively: "If, if I could help you to save these evil ghosts, would you still care about the dragon and elephant bowl?"

"Tsk~ Don't say if, if you have a chance, I won't care if you smash this broken thing and sell it. On the contrary, I will give you a big praise."

Looking at Wang Dachui's expression that was impossible, Lin Feng smiled slightly, and he was already aware of his plan. His plan could be implemented with greater confidence.

In fact, Lin Feng has considered too much. For Wang Dahui now, it is excellent to turn him into a regular business. If he can really save those 100,000 evil ghosts, I believe he can even ignore his shorts.

Because this is not only an opportunity for Wang Dahui to reach the sky in one step, but also an opportunity to increase the glory of Buddhism. The bets of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism are still counted today. Therefore, if Wang Dahui really succeeds, he will immediately be a great contributor to Buddhism. The entire Buddhist school not only regards him as a Bodhisattva, but also serves him as an ancestor. This is a great benefit that cannot be obtained by reliving no matter how many ghosts are.

However, Wang Dahui didn't like Lin Feng in his heart, so he didn't mention this. Anyway, it would be useless to mention it.

The monkeys on both sides of the shore can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed thousands of mountains.

From Fengcheng to Fengdu, Lin Feng and the others rented a small boat and then went straight down the river. In less than half an hour, they had already arrived at the territory of Fengdu.

Fengdu is surrounded by water on one side, surrounded by mountains on both sides, and there is a flat road on one day, and the traffic around it is extremely developed. This is also the key to Fengdu being the best place in the world.

After Lin Feng and the others got ashore, Wang Dachuibing led him directly to the Fengdu Ghost City. He seemed to be familiar with the roads and probably walked around here a lot.

After about a quarter of an hour, Lin Feng walked to the world-famous Fengdu Ghost City under Wang Dachu.

The city has all the food and people eat horses, the city has all the horses to catch birds, the city has all the birds to dig out rats to eat, the city has all the rats to eat, and the city has all the rats to eat, and the city has all the rats to eat, and the city has all the children to eat, and the children to eat.

In just a few short sentences, it describes the miserable experiences in this Fengdu City over the past ten years, and it also reminds the world that there are still hundreds of thousands of evil ghosts in the ghost city who are eating and are full of resentment.

Wang Dahui, who had always been cheerful and optimistic, was not saying any jokes at this moment. Lin Feng found that his temples had begun to leave a trace of cold sweat. Lin Feng did not laugh at him. The so-called laymen watching the excitement, experts watching the tricks, and some ordinary people who don’t know anything are fine. They can’t see what this city is like, so they are not panicked at all.

I am afraid that people like Wang Dahui will be dissatisfied with one bottle and half of them will sway, and that is, they will not have the magic power that can reach the sky and the earth, but they can see the terrifying parts of the ghost city. Such people are often the most afraid of.

Seeing Lin Feng without any reaction, Wang Daechui was not surprised, because he thought Lin Feng was an ordinary person from the beginning, so he could not see the difference here, and Wang Daechui was not surprised at all.

Wang Dachu stopped a few hundred meters away from the city gate. He didn't even want to step onto the suspension bridge on the moat.

"I said, you have seen this Fengdu, let's go quickly, otherwise it will be too late, and there will be no ferry." Wang Dachu was really unwilling to take another step, so he persuaded Lin Feng.

However, Lin Feng didn't seem to hear it. Wang Dahui had to sigh and make a concession, "If you really want to catch ghosts, just do it here. Anyway, there are many soldiers who died in battle on this ground and in the river. There must be many ghosts and monsters, and they must be much safer. If you cast spells in Fengdu City, it might be the end of the soul-devouring of thousands of ghosts."

Lin Feng still didn't say anything. Although he understood Wang Dahui's statement, he did not intend to do so. He looked at the "glorious dissipation talisman" left by the old god of the Heavenly Master Mansion from afar, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I saw that the big talisman, three meters wide and five meters long, was firmly attached to the city gate tower. It was neither afraid of wind nor rain. On the front were four large characters written by cinnabar, which looked like small seal script, and it was written: The gate of ghosts was wide open!
Chapter completed!