Fan Wujiu said to Yan An: "Your medicine can help ghosts. You can keep doing this and it won't affect Lao Xie..." After saying this, he paused and said, "Bai Wuchang's guidance."
The underworld has existed for tens of thousands of years, and only Meng Po Tang can put an end to the past, but no one has ever thought of curing ghosts.
Fan Wujiu looked at Qing Xing who was following Li Ting again. He could somewhat understand why he chose Li Ting.
Funny Jian Hei Wuchang looked at himself and said hello, "Hello, Uncle Fan."
Fan Wujiu's expression moved slightly, "Why do you and she say hello to me? Hello."
What's interesting is that a ghost has been wandering in the underworld for hundreds of years. She doesn't know feelings and has no emotions. She couldn't even think of saying hello, but Fan Wujiu still responded.
"My elder brother taught me." He said interestingly: "My elder brother said that good children should say hello to familiar people and ghosts."
Speaking of this, he looked at Li Ting with interest and confusion and asked: "Brother, Uncle Fan and I have known each other for two hundred and thirty years. For about one hundred and fifty-six years, I have been in his Palace of Impermanence. He
Every time I came back, I would pick flowers from the other side and let me play with them, but I couldn’t play and didn’t know how to be a good boy, so I ate them all.
He should hate me.
So does this count as familiarity? Was the greeting just now correct?"
Hearing this, Hei Wuchang's face, which was not white at all, turned purple from holding back. Everyone and ghosts, including Xie Bian, looked at him in surprise.
I didn't expect that Hei Wuchang, who looked so fierce, would pick flowers and give them to a ten-year-old kid. This kind of thinking was simply incompatible with the darkness of the underworld.
This is not disgusting, he clearly likes this little girl wandering in the Hall of Impermanence, so he would pick a Bianhua flower and bring it back to her during his daily break from catching evil ghosts.
Li Ting looked at Hei Wuchang, a flash of realization flashed in his eyes, and he realized that the warmth he saw in the other person's eyes before was not an illusion.
He shook his head and said to Qin Qing: "He doesn't hate you, you're doing a good job."
"What's good? Eat flowers?"
"Flowers are for you to play with. It's good to do what you want."
The little girl's brows furrowed, and her soft white skin cast gray shadows, as if she didn't understand Li Ting's logic.
But she was used to listening to what Li heard, so although she didn't understand why, she nodded.
"When you see him in the future, you still have to say hello and goodbye," Li Ting added.
"Okay." Things that are too complicated are too interesting to think about, but this thing is very easy, so the little girl nodded obediently.
Hei Wuchang felt that everything had been explained, so he made a spell and turned it into a burst of black mist.
"Goodbye." Interesting waved his little hand.
"Goodbye." A voice came faintly from the black mist, and then disappeared completely.
Everyone looked at the scene just now and couldn't calm down at all.
Li Ting's attitude toward Funny was like treating his own sister, and the conversation he just had with Hei Wuchang was very much like an exchange between neighbors.
Tell your children to say hello the same way you say hello to your neighbors.
But how could it be the same? It was a ghost, it was black and white, it was the underworld that only existed in legends.
Those ghosts have corpse-like skin, shaky heads, and long bright red and purple tongues.
Monks yearn to cultivate immortality, yearn for ascension, and have infinite longing for the unknown path to immortality, but no one yearns for death or the underworld.
Moreover, in today's Lihe Continent, it is very inconvenient to cross the state, let alone go straight to the underworld?
I have never heard of such a road.
Moreover, Black and White's attitude is even weirder. They obviously know Li Ting and even know the ghost named Funny, and they seem to mean that the ghost has lived in the underworld for hundreds of years.
Why didn't she reincarnate?
Why can she return to the world?
Why can she follow Li Ting?
What is the identity of Li Heng?
This is the fog lingering in everyone's heart. It's not too shocking, but it's such a big mass that weighs on people's hearts, making them feel depressed.
After all, the ghost master of the underworld is just a name known to a few ghosts. Unlike the name of Po Meng, the name of black and white and impermanence, it has never been spread to the human world.
But if this continues, more and more people will eventually know about it.
Li Ting looked calm and did not explain anything to anyone.
Bai Wuchang and Xie Bian retracted their gaze towards Heiwu and said to Zhao Lingyan: "Let's go."
Zhao Lingyan no longer had any regrets. Although he was a little nervous, he still allowed Bai Wuchang's ghost mist to lead him to the underworld.
After that, she would walk alone along the road full of Bianhua flowers, and at the end of the road she would meet an old woman serving soup seriously.
I sent away the ghosts who should be gone, but there are still people who shouldn't be here.
Li Ting looked at Huang Zhuo and Fang Tong.
He took out his bamboo whip.
Huang Zhuo was in the Golden Core stage, so of course he was not afraid of the Yunling stage, but when he looked at the two ghosts behind Li Ting, fear was clear in his eyes.
Li Ting's bamboo whip was slightly pointed at Fang Tong.
The killing intent in his eyes was very obvious, calm but firm.
Fang Tong realized something and ran away, but someone threw a sword and pierced his calf, nailing him to the ground.
Not long after he first entered the path of immortality, he only had the cultivation level of Yun Ling in the early stage. Anyone present could pin him. Even Feng Yu, a big white dog capable of cultivating, could bite his neck.
But it was Huang Zhuo who threw that sword.
"Let me live, and I'll kill him for you." He looked at Li Ting and said sincerely.
Fang Tong looked at Huang Zhuo and opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat. His face was ashen, as if his last hope had been shattered.
Li Ting looked at Huang Zhuo and said coldly: "Exchange your life for your companion?"
"He is not a companion." Huang Zhuo said: "Those who kill will always be killed. He is not a good thing. Why can't he be used in exchange for his life?"
He's sober, but it's a pity that Li Ting doesn't need it.
He took the bamboo whip and walked step by step to the position where Fang Tong fell.
"Aren't you afraid of karma?" Huang Zhuo's face turned pale.
Cultivation pays attention to cause and effect. If it is normal revenge, normal fighting, and enlightenment, it will not owe big cause and effect.
But killing innocent people indiscriminately, silencing them, and doing so for selfish gain will all result in karma and cause karma.
If you don't find a way to repay the karma you owe, your destiny will be affected, and you will be trapped by the cycle of karma. If you do too many sins, thunder will fall from the sky. If you accumulate too many karma, you will easily become obsessed with it when you break through.
In short, if you are not an evil cultivator, you will not kill people wantonly.
There are rules in the world of spiritual practice. If you have extraordinary power, you can kill at will and think you are superior to others. That is just being blinded by power and losing your wisdom.
Life is never a cold number.
If you ask for this power from heaven and earth, you will have corresponding responsibilities for the cause and effect and balance of heaven and earth.
And Fang Tong didn't owe Li Ting anything, so if Li Ting tried to kill him, the karma would fall on him and affect his practice.
That's why Huang Zhuocai wanted to use this karma in exchange for his own life. Fang Tong helped him, but he killed the other party. This undoubtedly owed him karma, but there are many ways to repay karma, which is better than losing his life.
And if Li Ting is not afraid of karma, either he is an evil cultivator, or he has a special way to smooth out karma.
All this frightened Huang Zhuo, because if so, his life would be more likely to be in danger.
Of course Li Ting would not explain it to Huang Zhuo. He walked up to Fang Tong and kicked him on the shoulder. He used a powerful kick to break Fang Tong's arm that was supporting the ground, causing him to fall to the ground.
, lie down again.
Then Li Ting stepped hard, causing Fang Tong's head to be buried deep in the ground, then raised the whip and inserted it into his Dantian.
As the magic power rotates, the spiritual root explodes.
The flesh and blood exploded, and Fang Tong's body twitched violently. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound because his head was stepped on the ground.
In an instant, everyone realized that Li Ting's kick was just to prevent him from shouting.
Fang Tong quickly stopped moving. The spiritual root is the foundation of a monk. Even if the heart is injured, the monk may use mana to repair it, but no one can survive the explosion of the spiritual root.
Killing someone is so simple and neat.
Huang Zhuo looked at the minced meat on Li Ting's clothes and his expressionless face, and felt a chill creeping up his back. This chapter has been completed!