Place the "Hell Ghost Picture" on the bookshelf, without intending to continue visualizing, and with the fruitful results, you will know how to stop contentedly.

Su Xing understood that after visualization, he looked energetic, but in fact, after condensing the "thought", he spent too much mental power. If he continued to visualize, the overdrawn mental power would not be worth the loss.

Although "Hell Ghost Picture" is a replica, it is also extremely shocking. After all, it is the work of Cui Fujun. Even if the charm is not there, its shape is complex and rich in color, it is not something that ordinary ghosts can visualize at once.

It can be said that if Su Xing’s qualifications are in the heavenly realm or in the human world, they will definitely be scrambled to be collected by the major sect of the Great Immortal Sect, and then trained as core disciples, protected by strong people and provided with numerous resources.

However, he is in the underworld, and the rules of nature are the most obvious. No matter how talented the major forces in the underworld are, they are always just a vase, with no value, and may die halfway through.

Only by becoming a strong man can the great forces extend their olive branches and attract favored eyes. Of course, there are exceptions in everything, and the direct descendants of the great forces will enjoy the treatment of genius.

For example, the little girl of Emperor Yin, Princess Yan Li, was soaked in the underworld as soon as she was born. The condensation of the ghost body was definitely stronger than Su Xing, and her cultivation speed was almost on a rocket and reached the nine heavens.

Su Xing knew the current situation very well. He knew that his ghost body was only solid compared to ordinary ghosts, and he might be smaller than the descendants of the big ghost.

How to become a strong man, how to be invincible at the same level, or even fight beyond the level, besides high-level cultivation, you need countless adventures, advanced martial arts, powerful treasures, and extreme realms!

The descendants of the Great Ghost are indeed powerful, enjoying countless resources, solidifying the ghost body and practicing fast, but Su Xing also has an advantage that they do not have, that is the merit soul!

Su Xing's eyes moved and fell on the "Meng Po Da Wang Sutra" on the bookshelf, and a trace of heat flashed through his eyes.

"The "Mengpo Da Forgetful Sutra" should be no less advanced exercises than the "Impermanence Sutra" and "Ghost Dao Senluo Sutra". If I practice the "Mengpo Da Forgetful Sutra" perfectly, can I practice the "Mengpo Da Forgetful Sutra"?"

As he said that, Su Xing's heart began to be a little erratic, so he has settled in the suburbs of Fengdu from the shore of Santu River to the present, and the journey is smooth, with almost no twists and turns or suffering. It can even be said that luck has always favored him.

Taking out the "Mengpo Dawang Sutra", Su Xing held the book in both hands, feeling excited, and let go of the thin pages of the book. The first page caught his eye was a graceful girl.

This is a charcoal portrait. The rough lines with black and pink miraculously depict the girl's softness. The black hair is tied into two braids, and the toner left on it turns into stars, embellishing the girl's youthful vitality and unique beauty and charming life.

The cardamom girl in the portrait has big and bright eyes, her cherry mouth opens, revealing a small tiger's teeth. At this time, she covers her hands into a loud trumpet, as if she calls someone in the distance.

"What a young girl full of youth. This should not be a self-portrait... It seems that the painter is very attentive and integrates his emotions into it." Su Xing showed a stunning look when he saw it. The girl did not have a peerless face, but the overflowing youthful aura is breathtaking.

If you read it correctly, the background of the portrait is the bank of the Wangchuan River, green bamboos and clear springs, and orchids are everywhere. It is the old underworld where the Wangchuan River has not been polluted.

For some reason, the boatman who was holding a small boat in Su Xing's mind appeared in his mind. An inexplicable cry of grief appeared in his heart. His palm gently stroked the charcoal strokes. How many years passed, the girl's youth was still the same and was always recorded in books, and only every generation of Meng Po could see it.

"This girl is the first generation Meng Po, the real Meng Po..." Su Xing suddenly said, immediately shocked, "Huh? Why do I think so!"

He touched his face, sneered, turned over the first page, and continued to read.

"The Supreme Being Forgets Love, pursuing the Great Way! Meng Po sells soup, why do she want to forget?"

The beginning is a self-question, pointing to the sadness and deep doubts of the heart of Tao.

Su Xing frowned slightly. The desire for Tao is not strong, so how can we go further on the road of practice?

"It's better to keep reading. You may not choose to practice it or read a lot of books, which will be beneficial for your future practice."

The thin dozen pages of paper are mostly full of doubtful remarks filled with the swaying heart of Tao. Only in the second half of the "Mengpo Dawang Sutra", the content suddenly turns and turns around. The heart of Tao immediately becomes as solid as gold and stone, every word is gem, and every sentence is truth. Su Xing suddenly realizes it, sometimes he is confused, and does not truly realize it.

"The second half of the "Mengpo Dawang Sutra" is simply a precious heavenly book, with the words full of the secrets of truth and the lines!" Su Xing closed the scriptures, with a pious expression and an extremely excited tone. He savored endlessly and began to appreciate what he had just seen.

"Not bad, not bad, worthy of..."

"It's hard to understand, don't remember it very clearly?"

"Hey, why did I forget most of it?"

Su Xing recalled, becoming more and more confused, and finally slapped his legs and shouted: "What's going on! Don't I have the ability to remember everything? How can I forget it all!?"

"No, absolutely not!" Su Xing shook his head repeatedly, his face full of disbelief. He quickly read the "Mengpo Dawang Sutra" and then recalled the content again.

"No! I forgot again!" Su Xing's face changed and he continued to read.

After a stick of incense, Su Xing's face turned pale and he held the "Mengpo Dawang Sutra" in both hands, and more than a dozen pages were thin, just like a lead block.

"I don't believe in evil anymore! I can remember it even if I turn the Xinhua Dictionary, but I can't remember you!" Su Xing got into "Meng Po Da Wang Sutra", and was so angry that he was like a child. He stretched out his fingers, gathered his power at his fingertips, and carved a line of words on the bookcase.

"I can't remember it, can't it be okay to carve it down!" Su Xing was so angry that he gritted his teeth. His fingertips slashed on the wooden cabinet, and the wood chips fell, leaving behind strong and powerful handwriting, and burning the "Mengpo Dawang Sutra"!

Brush, brush...

A rustling sound sounded in the quiet Sutra Pavilion, and the eternal lights illuminate the basement. The golden statues and elephants stood in the center, implying the arrogance of standing upright. They stepped on the ground barefoot, exposed their arms and robe, like a sage in the world, with a sword-like wheel on their backs, and seemed to be a banished immortal in heaven. They had long hair spread out on their shoulders and their faces vaguely revealing compassion. They were a living Buddha.

This is a mysterious and wonderful statue, which was regarded as a treasure by Su Xing. There are a circle of bookshelfs around it, empty and scattered with books.

Su Xing named Treasure Pavilion, so he naturally had the ambition to fill the bookshelf and collect thousands of scriptures.

"Hu~" Su Xing let out a long sigh, subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and found that there was no sweat. He smiled proudly, "I finally finished carving it, "Meng Po Da Forget Sutra" and "Meng Po Da Forget Sutra", you are a dead person after all, how can you beat your Uncle Su?"

"kindness?"

Su Xing turned around and prepared to appreciate the lettering in front, his proud expression suddenly stiffened!

"This, this...what is going on!" Su Xing shouted, rushed to the wooden rack, and tried his best to touch the wooden face with both hands.

"How could this happen? How could this happen! My engravings! Where is my "Mengpo Dawang Sutra"!" Su Xing clamped his hands randomly, and the whole ghost was in a mess. The words he had worked hard to pick out with his fingers were disappearing bit by bit!

It disappeared out of thin air, as if an invisible hand was erasing!

Su Xing didn't believe in evil, so he looked back at the words he had just engraved, and found that the words that had just been engraved were already clear, but now they are gradually blurred.

It’s so weird to be powerless to turn the world back!

"It's really a ghost!"

Su Xing is now a ghost, otherwise he would have to be scared to death. He collapsed on the ground, lowering his head and there were wood chips he had buckled off in the corner of the bookshelf.

"I'm convinced!" Su Xing said with a wry smile. He was completely defeated by a book. The world is so big that it has little cultivation. Many wonderful events cannot be understood.

Perhaps, it cannot be recorded. It is really the mystery of the "Mengpo Dawang Sutra". Only those with great supernatural powers record the mysterious "Mengpo Dawang Sutra" in books for later ghosts to learn and comprehend.

Su Xing sighed, worried about gains and losses: "It's better to find some time to return the "Mengpo Dawang Sutra" to Mengpo, and see if the past few years are at the Naihe Bridge. There is a debt to settle with him."

As he said that, Su Xing seemed to remember a few ghosts and met them accidentally when he bought the materials last time.

"Hehe, there are still those ghosts, and we need to settle them well. A gentleman takes revenge for no more than ten years, and a villain takes revenge for no more than midnight." Su Xing shook his wrist, made a crackling sound, and a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Naihe Bridge and Wangchuan River are very far away from Su Xing’s residence. Although they are also in the suburbs of Fengdu, they are almost all over the world, one is west of Fengdu and the other is east.

How big is Fengdu? In general, it is only a hundred lands, which is half the size of the earth!

It is really hard to imagine how big it is. Is this the size of a city? Like a city wall and a mountain range, a piece of land is circled on the underworld as a city!

Su Xing drove the sports car for half a day but wandered around Fengdu. The real area was in a famous mountain, with the tenth hall on it - the Emperor's Hall!

Speaking of it, it is at the foot of the emperor, but the distance is too far and the scope is vast. Otherwise, there would be no need for Fengdu City God to manage Fengdu.

"Look for time before going, at least when you can fly into the clouds and fog." Su Xing thought about the distance, his scalp was numb, and he decided to improve his cultivation to the level of a ghost official, and he could fly into the clouds and fog.

In fact, he also thought that Meng Po came to pick her up, but when he thought that there was a long queue in front of Meng Po's stall, he would not have the chance to come unless Meng Po retired.

"Everything is still strength!" Su Xing gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, his eyes burst out with light, and flames burst into his heart.

The merit soul and the Xuanhuang merit energy are not a fantasy to become a strong man and cannot be realized!

Su Xing put away the "Mengpo Dawang Sutra" again, and his slightly impetuous heart gradually calmed down. His spirit seemed to have been tempered and became more crystal clear. The ghost thoughts in the heavenly soul crystallized and shining, like a "branch and leaves" growing on the "canopy".
Chapter completed!