All living beings go down the mountain

At night, white mist rose from the Liumen cemetery, and disciples from the Yin Ruins came to open the coffin.

There was still no news of Jiang's daughter, but the male ghost arrived as scheduled.

"Taoist...you can see my wife..." The black blood was dry on the male ghost's cheeks and body.

"I see, she..."

"She remarried." Before Ye Wuming finished speaking, Ye Xuanyu opened his mouth first, "She is living well, her new husband-in-law loves her deeply, and her husband's family takes her as her own. She is not waiting for you at Shiqiao, she is already married In the neighboring village, the husband and wife are loving and have a daughter named Ayuan, she has already forgotten you."

"..." Ye Wuming looked at Ye Xuanyu in surprise, it was the first time he saw Ye Xuanyu lying, and his face was still bright and clean, showing no emotion at all.

"Really... that's good, that's good..." Because I couldn't see the expression, and I couldn't judge what the male ghost kept repeating that was good, but his figure was getting farther and farther away, gradually becoming transparent until the ghost image dissipate.

Ye Wuming took a deep breath, and could no longer smell the male ghost's breath.

he's gone.

When returning to the inn at dawn, all the disciples walked in front, Ye Wuming followed Ye Xuanyu at the end, endured for a long time, Ye Wuming still asked: "Do you believe in this male ghost's love?"

"I don't believe it." Ye Xuanyu said lightly, "Ghosts are nothing more than resentment, it's just resentment."

The two stopped in front of the hawker of bean paste cakes, and Ye Xuanyu gave a few copper coins to buy a bag of bean paste cakes.

"If it's just resentment, why would you lie to him?"

Putting the bean paste cake in Ye Wuming's hand, Ye Xuanyu didn't answer him, pointed to the bean paste cake in his hand, and said with a blank expression, "Eat a little, it's very sweet."

Seeing the back of Ye Xuanyu leaving, for the first time, Ye Wuming felt that this person had become humane.

When he came to the Liumen cemetery again, Ye Xuanyu frowned, and Ye Wuming took a deep breath when he saw this scene and smelled a trace of uneasiness.

"It's 'Hundred Ghosts'" Ye Wuming looked at Ye Xuanyu.

Ye Xuanyu nodded, before saying: "Ghosts are ghosts, and they will use any means to achieve their goals. Tonight will probably be a fierce battle."

Hearing what the master said, all the disciples held the swords in their hands tightly, ready to fight at any time.

The ghost aura in the Liumen cemetery is getting stronger, the fog in the ghost realm is getting thicker and thicker, and the red moon is getting brighter and brighter, so that the white-clothed disciples in the ghost mirror are shrouded in deep red.

Suddenly, everyone could see a black shadow attacking them from a distance. The black shadow was extremely fast, shuttling back and forth around everyone.

"Here we come!" Ye Xuanyu's hands tightened a little, Ye Wuming also raised the long knife in his hand, everyone stared at the black shadow attacking them, the black shadow was like a huge python, jumping head-on in the dense fog come over.

"Here!" Suddenly someone shouted, and before he had time to see who was shouting, "Here" was also shouted from a nearby place.

"I have it too!"

"It's here!"

Several people shouted one after another.The white sword light caught the black shadow in the thick fog of the ghost realm, but only the sound of the sword light was heard, but the extremely fast black shadow couldn't be caught.

The black shadow flew back and forth in the dense fog around the disciples of the Immortal Family like a lightning bolt.

Ye Wuming had already carried his long knife on his shoulder, calmed down, held his breath, and faintly saw the black shadow approaching him at high speed, suddenly, it landed on his shoulder, and the tip of the knife entered the ground hard, blocking the shadow in an instant. Heiying's path, before he had time to see the person in front of him clearly, suddenly smelled a trace of popularity.

"Human?" Ye Wuming frowned, and then widened his eyes to see that standing in front of him was the daughter of the Jiang family, and the black shadow had already flown to a huge camphor tree in the distance, turning into a human form, that ghost With a bright and clean face, as gentle as jade, dressed in clean clothes, standing upright under the tree, with a few fallen leaves on her shoulders, she seemed to be kinder than a human being.

In a flash, Ye Wuming put an end to the idea that the ghost was kind, grabbed the Jiang family's daughter by the shoulder, and said, "Follow me!".

"Let go!" Unexpectedly, the daughter of the Jiang family broke free from Ye Wuming's hand and took a step back.

"What are you doing! I'm here to save you!" Ye Wuming frowned, grabbed her shoulder again, and was about to lift her out of the ghost realm, but Jiang's daughter knocked off the hand on her shoulder again. , Taking a step back, in the ghost mirror emitting red light, Jiang's daughter's face was extremely firm.

"I'm a disciple of the Yin Ruins, and I'll take you out of the ghost realm." Ye Wuming thought that Jiang's daughter didn't understand their purpose, so he emphasized it again.

Unexpectedly, the daughter of the Jiang family sneered, stretched out her hand to support the hairpin on her head, and said lightly:

"unnecessary"

Jiang's daughter looked coldly, and the two looked at each other, speechless for a while.Ye Wuming looked into her eyes and saw a trace of determination in her eyes.Before she could persuade her, the daughter of the Jiang family suddenly turned her head to look at the ghost under the tree, her eyes were instantly gentle.

"You fell into a ghost realm, I'm here to rescue you back." Thinking she didn't understand, Ye Wuming repeated it again.

"I know" her eyes were still staring at the black shadow under the camphor tree, her eyes were gentle and blurred, "I am willing"

Ye Wuming's hands trembled slightly for a moment, and then she heard her say:

"Do you think I only found out today? I knew he was a ghost, but so what? It doesn't matter if you were born in a human realm or fell into a ghost realm, as long as you can be with him."

Ye Wuming was shocked by Jiang's daughter's words, couldn't help exerting strength in his hands, and frowned:

"Don't you know that people and ghosts have different paths?"

"Really?" A sneer pierced through the bright red moonlit night, and the daughter of the Jiang family turned her head, staring at Ye Wuming with firm and cold eyes:

"The Taoist priest will kill me. After I die, I will become a ghost, so I can be with him!"

This world has heard of people who are expected to become dragons and gods, and there are also people who hope to become immortals, who can do ninety-nine 81 good deeds and speak all nine nine 81 good words to be born as human beings, but this is the first time I hear a person so eager to be firm To be a ghost.

"I knew he was a ghost," the daughter of the Jiang family said slowly, "He came from the tomb of the Liang family's ancestors. I knew it before we got married, but he treated me very well, even at the risk of the ghost bones disappearing during the day." Want to come and see me. He was born as a ghost, and he is not afraid of the light of humanity. I was born as a human, so why should I be afraid of entering a ghost realm?" Looking at the surprised daughter of Ye Wuming's Jiang family, she said, "Your immortal family is righteous, I don’t understand Kuang Fu Jishi, I only know that he is my husband, whether he is a man or a ghost, even if he is in hell, I will accompany him!”

The moon in the ghost realm is as red as blood, as if the eyes of the daughter of the Jiang family are also filled with bloodshot eyes. Wisps of white mist drift by, making it difficult to see clearly, but the decisive eyes of the daughter of the Jiang family in the white mist are like a dagger Straight into Ye Wuming's heart.

"Does the Taoist priest have someone he likes?" The Jiang family's daughter suddenly asked him in a soft voice.

"..." Ye Wuming didn't know whether he had it or not. For a cultivator who grew up on the Yin Ruins Mountain and was abstinent, this question was as naive as asking a monk if he had eaten meat. When you are a person in the Taoist fairy gate

Ye Xuanyu's clear and arrogant face slowly floated into Ye Wuming's heart. The wisps of pure white smoke in the ghostland were like Ye Xuanyu's bright white hair under the moonlight. The fragrance of ink.

In a trance, he unconsciously loosened the hand that was holding her shoulder tightly, turned his head to look at the camphor tree, under the tree the ghost stood tall and bowed to Ye Wuming, as if to thank him.

Just as he was about to say something more, suddenly a purple mist came from afar. It really was a hundred ghosts, and countless turbulent ghosts came overwhelmingly.

Ye Wuming frowned, and wanted to grab Jiang's daughter's shoulder again, but out of the corner of his eye, a white light flew to block Ye Wuming. Light took advantage of the situation and flew towards the purple ghostly aura, shining golden-white light.

A ray of purple mist rushed forward and sucked the Jiang family's daughter away, instantly engulfing it. Ye Wuming jumped up and tried to stop it, but saw countless hands protruding from the purple mist, in various poses, young and old, men and women. They were all covered with dark red blood, which seemed to have dried up, and the nails were like sharp claws, oozing with death.

Countless hands stretched out from the purple mist toward Ye Xuanyu, but Ye Xuanyu remained calm and calm, dressed in white and gray gauze, waving the sword light in his hand to deal with it, but the hands got deeper and deeper, and the speed became faster and faster. Ye Xuanyu swung his sword to block, while stepping back slowly, the disciples around him also swung their swords to block, and they were overwhelmed.

Looking at the camphor tree transformed from the ghost mirror, both the tree and the ghost disappeared.Ye Wuming thought, as expected, what Ye Xuanyu said was right, ghosts are ghosts, and they will use any means to achieve their goals.

But last night, what was Ye Xuanyu's deception to that ghost scholar?

In a panic, Ye Xuanyu had already retreated to Ye Wuming's side. Ye Wuming, who was still immersed in thinking, suddenly saw from the corner of his eye a sharp claw flying towards Ye Xuanyu's side like lightning. Like a sharp blade, it seems that it can penetrate three points of flesh with just one touch.

In fact, Ye Xuanyu can handle it completely. If it was Ye Wuming in the past, he would have enough confidence in Ye Xuanyu.

But at that moment, a thought came from nowhere, and he suddenly felt that even if there was even a slight possibility of hurting Ye Xuanyu, he would stand in front of him, and Ye Wuming should lead him to the matter of blood and tears. Accept it, not for anything else, just willingly.

He rushed in front of Ye Xuanyu fiercely, without even saying a word of caution, his sharp fingertips pierced into Ye Wuming's chest fiercely, and on the scar that was left more than ten years ago, he ruthlessly added a sum.

The blood gushed like a column, but the fingertips did not stop at all, they just kept digging in. Ye Xuanyu jumped up, hugged the fallen Ye Wuming with one hand, and grasped the sharp blade with the other hand. snapped off his fingertips, and the ghost hand immediately retracted into the purple mist in pain. Blood flowed down Ye Xuanyu's palm, mixing with the blood on Ye Wuming's chest, making it impossible to tell you from me.

The pain surged, and before Ye Wuming could even shout out the pain, he nearly fainted, his head raised unconsciously, and the red moon, dazzling like blood, shone in the eyes that were gradually losing consciousness, causing eye pain.

His body gradually became limp, and he lay in Ye Xuanyu's arms. His body still had the familiar temperature and ink fragrance. His silver hair rested on Ye Wuming's face. He felt the trembling of the people beside him. His brows were tightly furrowed, with a look of pity and anger.

"Wuming!" Before completely losing consciousness, Ye Wuming seemed to hear Ye Xuanyu calling him Wuming for the first time.

The corner of his mouth turned up unconsciously, vaguely, and he didn't know if it was true, he seemed to see the ghost under the camphor tree leaning against the daughter of the Jiang family, smiling sweetly.

Even if heinous, even if he is devoid of conscience.As long as they can be together, it doesn't matter even if they are as humble as a mayfly or as hateful as a ghost.

They didn't taste the pain they couldn't ask for. That's good, Ye Wuming thought.

Ye Wuming had a very long dream. In the dream, Ye Wuming saw himself standing under the camphor tree in the ghost land, the ghost in front of him hugged Jiang's daughter, the woman lowered her head, and a leaf fell from her shoulder. Said: Daoist, I'm sorry...

Ye Wuming had a smile on his face, and helped her to lift the fallen leaves on her shoulders, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I envy you all...

The ghost and the daughter of the Jiang family slowly disappeared into the ghost realm with surprise on their faces, and the red moon in the ghost realm gradually turned into the vermilion-painted Lingxiao Gate on Yinxu Mountain. Someone stood behind him and patted his face. shoulder, and said lightly: This door is just an ordinary door that can no longer be ordinary. The so-called outsiders can't get in because what stops them is the heart that can't give up the seven emotions and six desires. The inside people can't get out because this door blocks What is it that stands in the way of you, Ye Wuming, despite their wish to retire and ascend to immortality?

Ye Wuming turned around and tried hard to see the man's face, but he was dazzled by the deserted white fairy house of Yin Ruins. Then, at the end of the white light, the young Ye Xuanyu had neatly combed silver-white hair. , with a towering hair crown, wearing meticulous clothes slowly walked towards him, and said to Ye Wuming with his delicate and cold face: From today on, I will be your master.