At the other end of the temple, Ji Sanyuan and the woman stood in a dark corner, not far ahead of them, a small room full of scriptures.

"Ye Na, call out the old monster and ask if it's this place."

Ji Sanyuan looked around vigilantly and said to the woman named Ye Na beside him.

A mask of white bone blood pattern covered Ye Na's delicate face. Judging from her appearance, it was the one that escaped the suppression of the Buddha statue in the secret room of the royal house.

"Yes, my body is inside. Tonight, if the rules for saving ghosts here have not changed, it will be the best time to open the seal.

As long as I help me get my body back, the remaining half of the secret scroll will definitely be handed over to you."

After saying that, the white bone mask gradually faded.

"Brother Sanyuan, what should I do next? That old monk looks very difficult to deal with. If he doesn't get it, he will definitely not be able to get in."

Yena regained consciousness and asked quietly.

"Wait until 11 o'clock first, and see what the situation is."

Ji Sanyuan calculated the time, and Zishi looked from 11:00 to 1:00 in the evening. The old monster was vague and he didn't dare to move without knowing it.

After saying that, the two returned to the Zen room they allocated to themselves, waiting for the arrival of time.

Shang Biao was next to them and came back a little earlier.

The full moon moves slanted, and midnight comes.

Shang Biao pushed open the squeaking door and walked to the hall.

Zhiqing, Zhiguang, and Yuantong have been waiting here for a long time, and only the little novice monk has no consciousness.

The four of them lined up in a row without saying a word.

The sound of the rosary in Zhiguang's hand turning constantly, and it can be clearly heard in front of the silent Buddhist temple.

Soon, a thin and thin soul appeared quietly in the center of the yard.

As it appeared, it seemed that the gates of hell were opened, and all kinds of ghosts were coming with their heads, missing arms and legs.

Most of the ghosts had a dull expression and walked into the temple courtyard mechanically and stood still.

Only a short winter melon with a pig-killer expression was ferocious, holding a bloody sharp knife in his hand, and walked to the front step by step, revealing a gloomy ghost smile.

"Gaga, Zhiqing, you have many guests today! Do you want me to help you urge Mei Niang to come and treat her to keep it safe and make these two guys comfortable?"

"Donor Deng is careful of his words and be careful of the misfortune coming from his mouth."

Zhiqing glanced at Shang Biao and persuaded Dwarf Melon.

He also learned about Shang Biao's deeds from Yuantong's mouth. He was very uneasy and had an unknown premonition, always thinking that something might happen today.

"Yes, if you cultivate a little, you will be a ghost-level ghost. If I accept him, my fellow Taoists won't mind, right?"

Shang Biao looked at the short winter melon and praised it. Although his Ten Thousand Ghost Banner includes nearly a thousand ghosts, ghosts are never enough for the descendants of the Yinshan Sect.

There is only one hundred gameplay, and only one thousand can be used. When you see this ghost with good qualifications, you can't help but feel the collection habit in your heart.

"Fellow Taoist joked, life and death are cyclical, yin and yang are different, and the way of slaves and ghosts will eventually harm the harmony of heaven."

Shang Biao didn't say anything else when he found out Zhiqing's attitude. Instead, Deng Donggua was startled by the conversation between the two, quickly took a few steps and hid to the end.

Such a villain in the market is a trick of bullying the weak and being strong, but he doesn't dare to do it if he really starts.

"The two fellow Taoists are really profound in Buddhism. They can actually make so many innocent dead ghosts willing to go to the underworld to suffer. The false dead city is not easy to treat. If I were to do anything, I would stay in the world without leaving any chance."

After a while of silence, Shang Biao saw that there were more and more ghosts coming to seek salvation, so he said.

This is really a compliment. He had personally experienced the feeling of spending his life in the city of vain in the previous plot world, which was equivalent to a large prison cell.

Only these ancient fools were so well-behaved. In reality, the ghosts regard freedom as much as reincarnation. Even if the souls are lost in the world, few people actively seek to surrender to the monks and seek salvation.

The limit on the number of ghosts has led to the fact that those monks in reality can only hold ghost magic meetings when they gather the same number, rather than fixed-time and fixed-point positions.

"Fellow Taoist praises me. My senior brothers and I have not done enough tricks. We can only save these miserable people with the heart of punishing past mistakes and preventing future generations and curing diseases and saving people."

Zhiqing became modest and appreciated his peers very much.

"Junior brother, I'm almost here, prepare to light the Buddha's lotus lantern."

"Well, Yuantong, come and light the lights today!"

After Zhiqing finished speaking, he took out a gilded lotus Buddha lamp from his wide sleeves. The center of the lamp was not lamp oil, but seven lotus seeds of different colors.

Yuantong recited the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow" in his mouth, and his vibrant Buddha power poured into the lotus lantern, and seven lotus seeds were lit one by one.

The ghosts in the courtyard showed their enjoyment expressions under the bathing of colorful lotus lights.

Most of the ghosts here are suffering when they are born, but when they die, they can enjoy the baptism of Buddha lamps and the comfort that reaches their souls.

The colorful light gradually formed a light curtain that was high for one person before the Buddha lamp. The ghost seemed to feel the call and walked towards the light curtain in an orderly manner.

"Amitabha, the underworld road is facing west, heading to the other side, donors, donors, don't look back!"

The underworld does not turn around. Zhiqing is reminding some sensible ghosts that those with a blank expression will not make such mistakes. Follow the call of the gate of hell and go all the way.

Soon, only the dwarf winter melon named Deng was still enjoying the baptism of Buddha light in the yard.

"Mr. Nephew, it's over."

"Isn't this still a ghost? He doesn't want to go down?"

Shang Biao looked at Deng Donggua curiously, and could resist the instinct attraction of the gate of hell in the underworld, and there was something.

"Hehe, I, Old Deng, just to enjoy it for a while, and then go down and suffer when my soul dissipates."

The Buddha's light of perfection ended, Deng Donggua explained by herself.

"You are smart. This Buddha light can reduce your own sins and may even be born into a personal life in your next life."

"Hey, this master, you're wrong. I would rather be reborn as a pig than be a human being. At least pigs eat well before they die and sleep well. These days, it's really not comfortable to be a pig. The longer they live, the more they suffer."

"Haha, it makes sense. I appreciate you a little. Do you want to follow me? Being a ghost is of different rank. Following a good master will at least protect your soul from dissipating."

Shang Biao was amused by Deng Donggua's reasons. Not many people in the world can figure this out.

"Master, please let me go. What I like is not your type. Why not try Mei Niang. She likes young people who are full of energy like you and that master the most."
Chapter completed!