Does Wang Jingzhe want to learn to eliminate literature?

That would be ten thousand affirmations. Previously, he just thought that learning vanishing was equivalent to mastering a foreign language. If he got this technique, it would undoubtedly save him a lot of effort. But later he found that he thought less and his idea was too simple. How could he think about this vanishing could actually make Yuan Zhenxing's fate change a little. Although it was very few, there were changes. If this matter was studied in depth, it would be amazing.

But behind the ten thousand people I definitely want to learn is that Wang Jingzhe must be able to revive his soul, so that he should not be a dead ghost.

After hearing the Ghost Master's words, Wang Jingzhe asked in high hopes: "How can I resurrect myself?"

"I'll tell you after learning it."

Wang Jingzhe frowned and asked, "What are the rules of your ghost master?"

"Same, let's talk about it after learning"

Wang Jingzhe sighed and said, "You are like drawing a big cake for me. What if I think it is the beef stuffed with onion that I like, but who knows that I will find it is the pork and cabbage I hate the most. What should I do? If you want a horse to run, you have to eat grass for the horse. If you want me to learn vanishing, you have to give me some sweetness, at least you have to let me understand the specific benefits. I not only learn more about a skill that can talk to ghosts, but for me this technique is optional."

This pretender should definitely give me a thumbs up. When communicating with ghosts, I will naturally have to talk nonsense. Of course, Wang Jingzhe has to pretend to be nothing.

The ghost master looked at him deeply without saying a word, but after this glance, Wang Jingzhe suddenly couldn't help but tremble, and there was an irresistible feeling from the depths of his soul spread from head to his feet.

The ghost master stretched out a finger and randomly drew a few lines on the ground. They were two vanishing articles, which were completely different from the twelve vanishes that Wang Jingzhe and Yuan Zhenxing had seen before. After Wang Jingzhe felt trembling, his yin energy suddenly became prosperous, as if someone had lit a fire.

Wang Jingzhe was so shocked that he seemed to have eaten a beef and onion pie in one bite and was choked.

"The vanishing text is also called ghost book. It is useless to people, but for ghosts, it is like the imperial edict issued by the emperor, full of possibilities. If the emperor likes a minister, one imperial edict will be promoted. What if it doesn't like it or hate it? If it is light, it will be dismissed from office and go home. If the head is heavy, it will be killed. The vanishing text is the imperial edict of ghosts. What is the ghost? It is the soul that comes out after death. What if the human being is not dead? That is the three souls and seven spirits in your body. So if you know how to vanish text, even if you are an individual, will it be of great benefit to you? As for the details, I won't explain anything to you. You can experience the wonderful things yourself."

Wang Jingzhe had no words and nodded, "Okay, then let's talk about it after learning."

At the same time, Wang Jingzhe was also praying in his heart that Yuan Zhenxing must not do anything to his body. He had thought that if Yuan Zhenxing and Maoshan disciples left, he would find a place to hide his body, such as hanging on a tree or something. At that time, he only needed to ensure that his body was safe and sound, and when he returned, everything would naturally be the same.

But the foolish person still wanted to stay here. Wang Jingzhe thought, it was better to have him to look at his body, which was much safer than hanging up.

But now I think about it, it’s not the case. I haven’t recovered from my first seventh year. The other party might think he is dead. He must have to deal with it, right?

Wang Jingzhe's mouth twitched a few times, and he thought sadly: "This idiot, you won't carry my body from the mountain thousands of miles away and find a place to cremate it? That's really a mmp. The best result is nothing more than digging a hole and burying it directly in the mountain... I hope he won't bury it too deep, otherwise he might be suffocated to death when he is waiting for the day he returns to his soul."

Wang Jingzhe rubbed his chest, and for some reason he felt a little stuffy in his chest.

"Ah snee!" Yuan Zhenxing suddenly sneezes, rubs his nose, and raises his legs and stomps it hard on the ground.

Chang Yu looked at his movements and said strangely: "What are you doing?"

Yuan Zhenxing stood beside Wang Jingzhe's grave, raised his legs and stepped on the grave a few times, and said while stepping on it: "I have tamped his grave, and stepped on it a little firmer. There are too many snakes, insects and ant beasts in the deep mountains and old forests. The soil in the new grave is a little loose. If it is tampered with some animals, it will be bad if it is dragged out and eaten."

Chang Yu sighed silently and said, "You have done your best to him."

Yuan Zhenxing said proudly: "Man is doing, God is watching, I can do as much as I can... After all, it's a friend."

Yuan Zhenxing must have never expected that because of this, he was beaten up by Wang Jingzhe afterwards, and almost made his younger sister not recognize him.

At dawn, all the ghosts scattered.

Wang Jingzhe and the Ghost Master did not disperse. The rich yang energy that fell from the sun did not cause any discomfort. He still felt cold and comfortable all over.

Wang Jingzhe asked a question carefully: "According to what you said, this ghost book has a great effect on ghosts. But if this is the case, why should Yinshu have to be dissatisfied? Isn't Yinshu unhappy? Maybe there is no judge. What's wrong with the Ten Palaces of Yama? If you can go to the underworld, wouldn't you be able to command all ghosts? This makes no sense. The underworld will definitely not allow such awesome existence."

The ghost master said: "This is a long-standing story, and there has been a conflict for this, but I will tell you the details later, but one thing can be told to you. The book of life and death in the underworld is a waste of writing."

Wang Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, and the ghost master continued, "Otherwise, what do you think you are writing? The King of Hell, the judge, Yin Chai, what words did Yin Shuai see, Chinese characters? Do you think they can understand, or understand, the judge plus the Ten Palaces of Hell is also a ghost, it must be obtained. In the underworld, only the ghost book written in the vanish text can be effective for the dead souls."

Wang Jingzhe's expression suddenly became much more serious. When he realized a problem, he jumped wildly in his heart.

There is a page of life and death book in Baguailipo. If he could write the eight characters to borrow his life in the vanish text, what kind of scene would it be?
Chapter completed!