The movie world has a beautiful ghost

"Forget it, Xiaolan, let's just leave it at that for today. If you want to drink, I'll accompany you another day." Zhang Haoran said.

"Hey, Brother Haoran...you, you are so annoying. I am so happy today, can you just let me drink to my heart's content..."

Seeing that Zhang Haoran refused to give it to her, Xiaolan stood up shakily, her soul dizzying, it seemed that she was really drunk.

Before Zhang Haoran could react, Xiaolan threw herself on him.

"Hmm~ Brother Haoran, you feel so comfortable..." Xiaolan said as she took a few deep puffs on Zhang Haoran as if she was smoking opium.

Zhang Haoran suddenly felt that the yang energy in his body had decreased a little.

"Oh! Young Master, are you okay?" Seeing Xiaolan absorbing the yang energy from Zhang Haoran, Xiaolian couldn't help but exclaimed, and hurriedly got up and wanted to pull Xiaolan away.

"It's okay, Xiaolian. It's just a few breaths of Yang energy. Let her suck it until she is full. I want to see how long she can suck it." Zhang Haoran waved his hand nonchalantly. Besides, how can a man say that he is not capable?

Xiaolian was moved when she heard that. Looking at Xiaolan's intoxicated look, she felt a little itchy in her heart.

"Is that so? Then... Sir, can you let Xiaolian take a few puffs too~"

Zhang Haoran: "..."

It was not until midnight that Zhang Haoran staggered back home. There was no other way. He had pretended to be too cool just now and now his legs were a little weak.

When I arrived at the residence, I found that Uncle Jiu was still awake and waiting for me.

"Haoran, why did you take so long? Are you okay?" Uncle Jiu asked worriedly when he saw that Zhang Haoran looked a little pale.

"It's okay, Uncle Jiu. I just used too much magic power just now. I'm fine. I just need to rest for a night." Zhang Haoran said.

"Well, that's good. You should go back to your room and rest." Uncle Jiu said.

"Okay, Master. Then you should also go to bed early!"

After returning to the house, Zhang Haoran still sat cross-legged on the kang, holding the spirit stone in his hand, and practiced until dawn.

Through this period of uninterrupted practice, Zhang Han's cultivation has reached the peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining, and he can break through to the fifth level of Qi Refining at any time.

After a night of meditation, Zhang Haoran's yang energy returned to its peak. He felt refreshed, without any sign of fatigue.

After a round of boxing and breakfast, Zhang Haoran found Uncle Jiu.

"Master, I have something to ask you." Zhang Haoran asked Uncle Jiu who was folding paper.

"Oh? Just tell me what it is." Uncle Jiu stopped what he was doing and said to Zhang Haoran with a smile.

"Master, I want to perform a salvation ritual for the ghosts you caught in the side room. Is it feasible?" Zhang Haoran was targeting those ghosts.

“Well, of course you can. Even if you can’t save them, you can still send them to the underworld with your status as the Inspector of the Underworld.

If you hadn't mentioned it, I really wouldn't have thought about it. Those guys staying here would be a hassle, so it's a good opportunity for you to help deal with them." Uncle Jiu said with a smile.

"Well, why don't we go now?" Zhang Haoran said.

"Well, ask Aqiang to help."

Zhang Haoran found Aqiang who was patrolling outside, and went to the side room with Uncle Jiu. They moved all the jars to the Tang House. There was no other way as the place was too small.

After the move was completed, the doors and windows were closed and talismans were pasted on them to prevent the ghosts from escaping.

"Master, I'm ready." Zhang Haoran held the token in his hand to intimidate these resentful ghosts.

Uncle Jiu nodded, and then he and Aqiang removed the seals on the jars one by one.

As ghosts came out of the jar one by one, in a short moment, the room was filled with ghosts of various shapes, making the room seem a little crowded.

Even though Aqiang had seen this kind of scene once with Zhang Haoran, he was still a little frightened when he saw so many ghosts appear. He hurriedly ran to Zhang Haoran's side to seek a sense of security.

Uncle Jiu didn't show any reaction. After all, he was the one who caught these ghosts, and only ghosts were afraid of him.

Zhang Haoran raised the token in his hand, and the ghosts were frightened and took a step back.

They could all feel the aura emanating from the token, which exerted a strong pressure on them.

"Greetings, Mr. Ghost Catcher!" The ghosts only thought that Zhang Haoran was holding the Ghost Catcher token and mistook him for the Ghost Catcher.

"Well, you don't have to be afraid. I'm here to help you attain salvation." Zhang Haoran said.

Upon hearing this, all the ghosts showed excitement.

At a quick glance, there were about thirty ghosts, both male and female, old and young.

If you can help these ghosts to be liberated, you should be able to gain at least three thousand points of merit.

He sat cross-legged on the cushion that had been prepared long ago, calmed his mind, and began to recite the supreme sutra for saving people.

"The human way is vague, the immortal way is vast, the ghost way is joyful, when the human door is opened, the immortal way values ​​life..."

As the scriptures were recited, a soft golden light spread, and one could see faint words emerging in the golden light. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than the highest grade sutra for saving people.

Uncle Jiu was also watching this scene in shock. He was very curious about how his apprentice did it. If he hadn't heard him talk about it before, he would have thought that the ancestor had appeared in spirit.

As the sound of chanting rang out like falling pearls, the familiar door emerged from the wall again.

The ones who came this time were still the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master.

"Oh, little brother, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon." Mr. Xie Qi still had that smiling pale face.

"Must die!"

Well, this Mr. Eight is still so stubborn, he wants people to die as soon as they meet.

"Hello, Master Seventh and Master Eighth, I am sorry to trouble you again." Zhang Haoran said respectfully.

"Seventh Master, Eighth Master!" Uncle Nine simply bowed and greeted them.

"Hehehe...it's no trouble. We came here just to listen to the sound of your chanting. We didn't even let anyone else come." Mr. Xie Qi said humorously.

Then he turned to Uncle Jiu and said, "Lin Jiu, your disciple is incredible. He will definitely achieve more than you in the future. Maybe you will even benefit from your disciple's help in the future."

Uncle Jiu was immediately pleased when he heard this: "No, you two are too kind."

"Hehehe...Okay, we'll leave now." Bai Wuchang turned around and thought of something else: "Oh, by the way, in half a month it will be July 15th, the day when the gates of hell are wide open. If you're not busy, you can help maintain order then."

"Okay, no problem, we will definitely go then." Uncle Jiu nodded and agreed.

"Well, okay then, let's go. Goodbye, both of you."

After saying that, the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master led the ghosts into the underworld.

At night, in Zhang Haoran's room.

Looking at the extra 3,500 merit points on the token, plus the previous 500 merit points, it is exactly 4,000.

Zhang Haoran opened the inventory and looked at the book on ghost cultivation called "Ghost Sutra" worth two thousand yuan, and clicked it twice.