Devil's Spiritual Book

Although the Ghost Cave was re-established by Zhang Jing, but with a different ghost master, and Zhang Jing can be subdued, Geng Hong believes that there must be some big secret hidden behind this matter.

He doesn't know anything about the ghost cave now, and he got up early the next morning before dawn, and took Min Chengyi to the East Wing to attend a class. He saw the little disciples running in the same direction anxiously, and followed him. A place for lectures.

The spacious yard is full of people, and you are fighting to get a seat in the front row.There is a small gazebo at the front, which contains a luxurious soft couch, table and tea set.

Geng Hong was puzzled, and the little disciple who hurried over said kindly to him: "The ghost master is coming soon. If you want to listen to the lesson, you should hurry up and find a place to sit. If you are late, there will be no seats."

More and more young disciples flocked to him. Geng Hong was bumped several times, so he randomly picked a seat in the back row and sat down, then chatted with a young disciple next to him.

"What is this for?"

The little disciple glanced at him, feeling unfamiliar, and said, "Are you new here? Wait for the ghost master to come over to give a lecture. Remember, don't make any noise until the ghost master has spoken. Also, prepare one or two you." The ghost master likes to hear the interesting stories from the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge coercion came over him. The young disciple opened his eyes wide and made a gesture to silence Geng Hong, then turned around and went back to sit properly.

Cultivators have their own spiritual power, especially after the out-of-body period. Standing in front of ordinary monks, even if they do nothing, they will emit an invisible, frightening spiritual power that only monks can feel. force.

There was silence in the arena.

Geng Hong knew that this was the arrival of the ghost master.

That's right, the one in the world who can make Zhang Jing surrender willingly is an ordinary person.

The cultivation base of this ghost master is probably higher than that of the head of Tianji Pavilion.

Min Chengyi looked left and right curiously, Geng Hong pressed his unwavering body, and looked over to the gazebo, lying on a soft couch in a red dress, with a ghost face as pale as paper beside him.

Geng Hong heard people say last night that this ghost messenger is called Hongli, and he is quite trusted by the ghost master, and he will take care of the ghost master's big and small matters.

It's just that this person, with a face as white as snow, seemed not to be a living person, but a drowned dead person, exuding a cold air from the inside out.

Not only him, but even this ghost master, for decades, he had never heard of such a person, and for some reason he suddenly sat on the throne of the suzerain of the ghost cave.

While Geng Hong was contemplating and watching, some young disciples came to Wu Jiu one after another.

"Ghost master, I heard that in 100 years, there was a singer in Lechuan who was as beautiful as a flower and had a beautiful singing voice. Countless mortal men were fascinated by her beauty and wanted to redeem her, but she refused all of them." When the geisha was 20 years old, a scholar who was going to Beijing to take the exam passed by. He passed by Lechuan and met the geisha. All the money was given to the scholar as money, and he promised to marry this singing girl when he came back from high school, and three years later, the scholar came back from high school..."

When the young disciple reached this point, Wu Jiu raised his eyebrows and interrupted: "This scholar married another good wife and betrayed that singing prostitute?"

The little disciple answered: "The ghost master guessed right, but the ending of the story is completely different from the one in the script."

"Oh?" Wu Jiu seemed interested, "How do you say that?"

The little disciple cleared his throat: "The geisha knew that she had been wronged, and she was furious. She couldn't bear the grievance. When the scholar's mother passed away and the scholar was on his way home to observe his filial piety, the geisha planned to keep her in Lechuan, and sent the scholar alive. The scholar drowned in the water tank?"

"Why did you die in the water tank?"

"Because when the scholar passed by Lechuan, he was a rainy man. Because of the hardship, he didn't even have a cotton coat, and he almost starved to death there. It was the singing girl who helped him and saved him. He rescued him on a rainy night, and made him fall. Die in water, karma reciprocates."

Wu Jiu's brows stretched out, as if he was very satisfied with the ending.

He stretched out his hand and tapped the little disciple's forehead lightly, and the little disciple withdrew thankfully.

The later ones all told similar stories with minor differences.

Some smiled, while others returned dejected.

Those disciples' voices were not too loud, but with Geng Hong's cultivation, he could still hear what he said clearly.

After listening to it for a long time, he felt puzzled. What Zhang Jing told him last night was clearly a lecture, but what he saw was a group of young disciples who came forward and said some romantic affairs.

He was not a patient person, so he quietly asked the little disciple next to him: "What are you doing?"

"Lecture." The little disciple stared at the direction of the gazebo without thinking, and said anxiously, "Why are there so many people in front, when will it be my turn?"

"Lecture?"

The little disciple turned his head and was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I forgot that you are new here, our ghost master likes to listen to those romantic affairs in the mortal world, the more different you are, the more you like to listen to them, if you can please the suzerain, Then you can get a little reward." After speaking, he looked down at Min Chengyi, thought he was cute, and pinched his face.

"When was this child brought into the Ghost Cave." Obviously, he still didn't know what happened yesterday.

Geng Hong asked without answering: "Amount?"

The little disciple teased Min Chengyi while lowering his voice: "If you have any doubts about cultivation, the ghost master only needs to tap your forehead lightly to understand your thoughts and help you answer your doubts. After you go back, you only need to study hard. Is it possible to achieve something through hard work?"

Geng Hong raised his eyes in surprise.

Doesn't this kind of technique have something in common with mind reading?

He has lived for such a long time, and he has never heard of anyone who knows this technique. With just a flick of a finger, he can understand people's confusion and solve people's difficulties.

Geng Hong felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, Min Chengyi couldn't stay any longer and wanted to go to the gazebo to play.

As soon as Geng Hong let go, he ran away, he walked fast, and there were so many people in the arena, before Geng Hong could stop him, he had already run to Wu Jiu's place.

If Geng Hong was still skeptical of Wu Jiu before, now he is only in awe of him, and hurriedly followed him.

The sudden appearance of Min Chengyi attracted everyone's attention. Kneeling in front of Wu Jiu, the little disciple, who had only told half of the story, paused and looked at Min Chengyi suspiciously, as if hesitating whether to continue the story.

Hong Li didn't drive him away, and stretched out his arms to hug him, Min Chengyi pointed to the candied fruit on the table: "Eat."

Hong Li looked at Wu Jiu, then reached out to take a candied fruit and handed it to him.

Min Chengyi put it in his mouth, took a few bites, and suddenly coughed violently, clutching his neck with his left hand, his expression painful.

There are pits in the candied fruit, which I accidentally swallowed down my throat.

The little disciple kneeling on the ground shivered.

Geng Hong, who was following him, was just about to say something, but Zhang Jing gave him a wink, so he retreated silently to Zhang Jing's side, and stood side by side.

Wu Jiu chuckled lightly, "It's really clumsy."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Min Chengyi sat on his lap, lightly raised Wu Jiu's hand and placed it on his lips, and the nucleus was taken out.

Min Chengyi, who was out of danger, stared blankly at Wujiu for a few seconds, then suddenly giggled.

Wugui clicked his tongue.

Hong Li stretched out his hand: "Ghost Master, let this slave hold you."

Hearing this, Min Chengyi immediately hid in Wu Jiu's arms, shouting "No".

"No need." Wugui said.

At this time, Zhang Jing said in a very doggy way: "The ghost master is mighty! The ghost master is kind!"

Saying that, he ran forward quickly, "Ghost master, this candied fruit has a core, if you are not careful, you will swallow it, why don't I peel the core for you."

Geng Hong's eyes widened in shock from his actions.

Wugui nodded.

That means there is no rejection.

After peeling a candied fruit, Wu Jiu put it in Min Chengyi's mouth.

He just sat on Wu Jiu's lap like this, the little disciples underneath thought he was hallucinating and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

After eating one, Min Chengyi pointed to the plate: "More."

Who doesn't like a child who looks like a fairy boy, Zhang Jing immediately peeled another one for him.

"You kid, are you going to eat up all my candied fruit?" Wu Jiu pinched his face, he was in a good mood today.

The little disciple at the side froze when he heard Wu Jiu's laughter.

The ghost master didn't get angry, but smiled.

So, should he continue talking?

Just when he was hesitating, he saw a sharp red look.

"Ghost Lord, later the Yeling clan was all captured by a sect called Yan Luozong. It is said that their bodies can be combined with the dark water to make a ghost key and open the passage into the underworld. Now the Yeling clan, Only Princess Ayan is left."

Hearing this, Geng Hong raised his head instantly.

"What did Yan Luozong enter the underworld?"

The little disciple stood up straight and stared at the ground: "Perhaps it is to capture Lirao. This Lirao is one of the top ten ghosts and beasts. If he can be captured, he will become the guardian beast of our sect." , then the strength of Yan Luozong will be even better. Or maybe it is to get the book of life and death in the underworld."

"The ghost master does not know that if a cultivator does not fly into an immortal, his lifespan is limited after all. If he can get the book of life and death, he will not grow old and die, then the road to immortality will be endless. And the treasures in the underworld are not only the book of life and death , and other things, I just don’t know what other plans this Yan Luozong has.”

"Tsk, then the princess of the Yeling tribe and Fu Zhan will not be able to stay together. According to you, You Xiu ruined their marriage?"

"But... you can say that."

Wugui sneered.

The little disciple couldn't figure out the meaning of the laughter, so he kowtowed in fright: "Ghost master calm down."

"Enter the underworld? Who gave them the courage."

"Yes." The little disciple misinterpreted Wu Jiu's meaning, trembling with fright, he stumbled in his answer, "This Yan Luozong wants to grab the demon bone from you, isn't this a dream?"

Wu Jiu glanced sideways at Hong Li.

During these days of serving him, Hong Li had already grasped [-]% to [-]% of his mind, understood everything with just one look, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, ghost master, I will go to Yan Luozong right now." Let's go and rescue the Yeling princess and Fu Zhan."