It is not difficult to recognize the four hundred and thirty-two vanishing articles, and it is easy to remember them. However, in three or five days, Wang Jingzhe was all stuffed into his mind. After teaching this, the ghost master said something to him, and the general meaning is that you have become a disciple. How to integrate the rest depends on his own understanding. In general, it is just an old saying.

"The master leads it to the door, and it depends on one's personal practice!"

Wang Jingzhe wanted to close his home quickly. He didn't know where the body was left. He would feel more secure when he left one day. If he really dragged on, he might become a lonely ghost. Wang Jingzhe had ten thousand prayers in his heart. Yuan Zhenxing must not do anything stupid.

There is nothing to be nostalgic about as a ghost, it is better to resurrect yourself earlier.

Wang Jingzhe looked at the ghost master in a daze and threw out all the problems he had put in his stomach. The ghost master kept listening silently until he finished speaking like a bean, and then he opened his mouth in Wang Jingzhe's hopeful gaze.

"Before I answer these questions, you are not curious. Why did I choose no one, but I just come to you? Or do you really think that the hundreds of ghosts here are not as good as you in terms of talent?"

Wang Jingzhe smiled: "Of course I don't think I am a genius, no, a genius, there must be some other reason."

"There are masters, and the same is true for ghosts." The ghost master pointed to the silent ghosts and said, "They were alive before they were alive, but the ghosts after death were not remarkable. As a ghost master, the biggest and only requirement is that your soul must be strong, otherwise you will not be able to withstand the power brought by the vanishing literature. This is the biggest difference between you and them. The ghost master of the water race does not necessarily say that he must pass it on to the people of the water race. Those who can live there, and those who are suitable live there. It's that simple. As for why your soul is different from them, I don't know much about it. I don't care about this. I only care whether you can learn ghost books."

Wang Jingzhe asked curiously: "Then aren't you afraid that I will leave after I finish learning how to pat my butt. I don't take the word "Ghost Master" to heart?"

"Then I have to say this. What I told you before is that there are rules as a ghost master."

Wang Jingzhe said: "I think it is more appropriate to say that it is a mission or constraint, because there is no free lunch."

"You can understand that too"

Wang Jingzhe sighed in his heart, although he knew that this pie would not be so easy to eat.

"A long time ago, people from the Aquarium believed that the souls of people do not necessarily enter the underworld after death. They advocated ghosts and gods, and felt that the souls could be reborn on any creature, even domestic animals, without any taboos."

Wang Jingzhe was deeply shocked and speechless by this, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved. There are many strange ideas and beliefs among ethnic minorities. What they advocate is different from most people, and their pursuit is also very alternative. Just like the Tungus people I met before, they are not afraid of death at all, but they think that death is a new life, so they can die one after another without any sadness.

The ghost master continued: "But the idea of ​​the Shui people is not in line with the rules of the underworld. It is natural for a person to enter the underworld to be reincarnated when he dies. Therefore, the ancestors of the Shui people tried many ways, and finally, Mr. Lu came up with a method that could prevent the dead souls from entering the underworld after death from entering the underworld, stay in the world of the world, nourish the soul, and then attach to other bodies. This is a ghost book. Practice can prove the facts, and the fact is that it is not feasible for a person to die to be reincarnated when he dies. Mr. Lu was also deeply disappointed with this."

Wang Jingzhe said in disbelief: "If I were Yin soldiers and Yin generals, if he did this, he would definitely come to the door."

The ghost master glanced at him and said, "There was no fight, but he did come to the door. Mr. Lu knew that the ghost book he created was inconsistent with reason and different feelings, so he handed over the ghost book to the underworld. In the underworld, he found that Zhenwen actually had an unexpected restraint and suppression effect on the dead souls. So Mr. Lu wrote the Zhenwen and wrote the Zhenwen on the Book of Life and Death, and then continued to use it."

Wang Jingzhe sighed: "Mr. Lu is a genius of a generation. Things like Zhawen that go against the laws of nature and common sense can be created."

"The Buddhist scriptures were compiled by monks, and the talismans were drawn by Taoist priests. It should not be difficult to understand if Mr. Lu could create ghost books. The road was all taken out..." The ghost master sighed and said, "There was nothing wrong with the beginning after the ghost books was born, but after a long time, troubles arose. Mr. Lu passed the second chapter of the ghost books to many people, so that they could detain the soul and attach it to it. At that time, many people who were dying in the water clan understood it, and then waited to control their souls after death and did not enter the Yin.

Stay in the sun world and then attach to other bodies. When Mr. Lu felt that it was too late, he would die. If these people died, they would have a second article. A large part of them did not enter the underworld. The mountains were full of wandering ghosts. They would choose what they wanted and then attach to them. If this continues, the world would be chaotic. So Mr. Lu tried every means to unite with the underworld and gathered these dead souls. But in the end, there were still some fish that had missed the net... These fish still still have them."

Wang Jingzhe's eyes fell on the hundred ghosts in the village with a "swish" and he immediately realized that no wonder the hundred ghosts were not immune to death when they were eyeing anyone on the night walk, unless they knew the first article of the ghost book that could allow them to retreat.

"The responsibility of our ghost master is to restrain these ghosts and not let them become messy..."

Wang Jingzhe couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Don't you want me to stay in the mountains all your life? How is this possible! Are you not afraid that I will leave after patting my butt?"

"It doesn't matter if you leave now. I'll just come over after you die? I didn't say I'll let you stay in the mountains now."

"Why don't they run out to make trouble? Why have they been staying in this mountain?"

The ghost master said with an idiot's look, "Where did you let them go? It's very dangerous outside. If they run out, they are just lonely ghosts. Aren't they afraid of being taken away or dying under the sun? Only this can help them raise their souls and not die easily. Do you forget the last article of the ghost book? Ghosts are also afraid of death."

"Then why did you let me take over you? As you said, wouldn't you be able to stay here all the time?"
Chapter completed!