Chapter 384: Forget the way

The mournful crying continued, hovering in the town of Wangxiang, there were a large group of new ghosts coming in here, and many ghosts couldn't stand this uninteresting Huangquan day and went toward forgetting the river.
When the official gown leads the way, he steals his eyes and looks at Chen He. He tempted and said: "This Xing Litian, since he came to the government five hundred years ago, has become a great scourge of Wangxiangcheng. When he was alive, he was a great master. I am not afraid of Huang Quan Yin, I have made up my mind to stay here to cultivate! But this person who cultivates the cause and effect, I have seen much, and he has never been so troublesome..."
Chen He's look is faint, and the official gown is not a clue.
I saw a woman in a red dress on the street, her face was tears, and she kept licking her head for pleading. If this is placed in the world, what is 80% of what is sold to save the father, and then what can be seen in the bully.
But the dead people in the city, everyone is a ghost, how come this set?
Chen Wo slowed down the pace.
He is not interested in the woman's pleading on the street, but thinks that he once took a group of magic repairs and wandered around Yuzhou City. The mortal did not know the monk and thought he was a powerful child.
Chen He has encountered several times in the funeral of the funeral of the father. In fact, many people who sell the body do not need to do this. The government has teeth, there are teeth in the city, and it’s not bad for the teeth. Do not do anything, that is, people have other pictures.
In front of this crowd of people coming and going, the shops that smashed the exhibition, and the women who begged the land, let Chen He return to the illusion of the world.
Although the fairy world is good, it is not worrying.
Turning around this street, Chen He discovered that the whole alley was crowded with people, men, women and children.
The Golden Danish priest, who had been entangled in the woman, was screaming at the corner of the street and listening to her crying.
"This is?"
"Spirit, I want to ask the monks to help themselves to revenge for a few days. This kind of loss of cause and effect, who is willing to do it!" The official gown said, "I don’t know the immortal, this is the town in the town." Many of the monks were trained by yin in their lives, and some were descendants of ancient wild animals. Their eyes were higher than the top-"
The sound suddenly turned into boring.
The official robes were actually black-handed by the back of the man, and the claws were covered, and he was stunned and stunned.

Do you mix things and ruin what I am?

The snow-white giant dog stepped on the body of the official gown and disgusted him directly into two halves. The official robes flew into the air, and the two bodies were turned into smoke. It condenses the human form.
"you!"
It’s the cry of the giant dog that interrupted the official gown’s anger:
From the flame? Are you not flying?

The big dog ran over and was surprised to wander around Chen He.
"You are, the soul is out!" swallowed the moon and marveled.
Chen He brows a wrinkle: "Huang Quandi has come to other immortals?"
"Yeah, how do you know?" The big dog asked, and then he patted his head with his claws. "Teng Bo let me see you guys, have something to say, don't understand, ask him next time."
"..."
"The immortals don't enter this township, they go to the gate of Huangquan Road at the gate of Ghost Gate. They are not happy to be close to the Forget River. I have seen it once!"
The big dog stretched out his claws and showed him a better one.
Chen Wo: ...
"Later, the old eyebrows said that those guys were not thinking right, the people who came were not good, let us go far. I haven’t even taken a step in the last 100 years."
Chen He didn't talk. He listened to the silver carp and mentioned the fairyland outside the trapped squad. He also played upside down. The immortal couldn't directly come to the small world, but he found the empty space to run.
When I think of the official robes and the singular tone of Xing's attack, Chen He has a guess.
He walked forward and asked only one sentence: "Will the township, there are people in the North Xuan faction?"
The big dog squinted and tried hard to think: "No, they have all died for a thousand years, and there is still something that can’t be washed away. I have already passed the bridge to reincarnation. Hey, you asked this, on The next immortal also said."
Not waiting for Chen He’s reaction, swallowing the moon and screaming at the official gown:
Do you still want to go?

When the palm of the hand is photographed, the ghost of the squirrel is turned into a black mist, and disappears without a trace.
"This guy, I don't know how long I have been in the government, there are so many methods of cultivation, but it can only be arrogant in the dead." The big dog sighed with disdain.
"What about Xing's Day?"
"When you look at the world and look at the world, you can see his younger brother. It’s just like this. Zhan Yuanqiu is pampered in the world. The whole world of comprehension has to follow his meaning. What can be done? Today is a coincidence. Teng Bo comes from the world. Look at me, I didn’t expect you to come from the fairy world, go to the long eyebrows and have a lively..."
The big dog's voice came to an abrupt end, because when he turned his head, he found that Chen Wo had gone far.
- Looking out the direction of the township.
In the past, the swallowing sage can only touch the nose and say to himself: "There is nothing to be done in this ghost town. If it is not for Teng Bo, he will not be able to survive and stay in the world. This seat should have been reborn."
For the swallowing of the moon, meeting Chen Wo is just a rare thing, and there is nothing to say.
As soon as he turned around, it left the matter behind him and continued to wait for the king to cross the gate of the ghost.
Dead, alive, the biggest difference is that you can't get the sun, you can't see the moon.
"The old man's paper money has been stolen again!" The far and near shackles are harsh.
The big dog scratched his ears with his claws and squatted on the ground. He said lazily: "It’s not worth it. If it is less, it will be less."
In Huangquandi, in fact, there is no need to use paper money, because there is nothing to sell at all. The shop is just like a house. Like the house, the ghosts hope that it will be more like a human being.
There are no mortals in the local government, and there are no eighteen layers of hell.
There is only one forgetting the river, and the evil-ridden ghosts will be pulled down the river and will never be able to go ashore.
The township of the riverside, the bustling scene of the world, the ghosts who stay here, divides the difference between them and the forgotten river in a ridiculous way.
If you haven’t crossed the bridge, you will not enter the reincarnation.
They are just dead, and they have not completely forgotten their predecessors.
The old man holding the paper money thundered like a thunder, and walked and said: "What do you know, paper money incense, not useful and useless, but there are people in the world who remember the old man."
"Tear it." A bald-headed sorcerer, wearing a sly, looking at him with compassion, "Why don't you let go? The world is locked, and you can turn around and reincarnate."
The old man’s fierce blink: "Lingguo Monk, shut up!"
Lingguo Zen master plucked the rosary and hung his eyes: "Where mortals change their dynasties, the clan will be dispersed, and the sects will be broken. The paper money you receive will eventually be one day less, and the world will always forget you, but It’s early and late. Put down the bridge.

"You vulture, why don't you go?" The old man screamed.
Lingguo Zen teacher whispered: "I still have cause and effect."
He seems to be adding a sentence to himself: "According to the long eyebrow, is it right here?"
After saying it, he ignored the old man who jumped his feet and walked outside the city.
The dark fog filled the air, and the ghosts burst into tears. The three sides of the stone were surrounded by white shadows.
The bridge is not a real bridge, but a road leading to six reincarnations, across the Forgotten River, everyone has their own bridge.
The so-called cause and effect of the Lingguo Zen Master is not because he stood on the bank of the Forgotten River and could not see the bridge.
From the end of his life in the Heiyuan Valley, he has been countless, and it has been seven hundred years. The old friends who lived in the valley in the past, some are still in the township, and some have re-entered the reincarnation.
Buddhism has made great achievements, and it has not soared, nor has it been robbed.
It has been a long time since the Lingzhi Zen Master has been in the wrong years of Huang Quan.
He unconsciously smashed the eyes of Sansheng, and he suddenly discovered how the original life could not be seen clearly. It seemed to break through the fog: a purple gas, with the baby coming into the world, instantly offset all the disasters.
"this is?"
The Lingguo Zen Master was shocked.
All kinds of cause and effect, he is the most clear, this purple gas is a very unusual person, because with him causality, heaven is naturally taken to repay the grace.
What kind of identity can you rank in Tiandao?
Lingguo Zen master was full of doubts, even in the three graves, the child who symbolized his coming life did not take a serious look. In fact, these observations are useless, because once you forget the Sichuan, the forefront is forgotten and empty.
He was thinking of God, and suddenly heard a voice coming from behind:
"Lingguo Zen Master?"
The scene in the Sanshengshi, just reflecting the awe-inspiring purple gas, seems to extend from the bright white rock all the way to the foot of the Lingguo Zen master, and the river in front of the darkness suddenly emerges from the fog and slowly emerges a broad bridge.
Lingguo Zen master smiled and turned his hand:
"Relieving the Taoist friend, I haven't seen it for a long time."
The person standing behind him is indeed a release, and the soul is condensed, which is no different from a real person.
Even if there is a sense of isolation, the kind of gloom in the yellow spring, still in the high-spirited look, can still be seen at a glance.
The appearance is ugly, and it is the most useless in ghosts.
Whether it is a good mortal appearance before the birth, or a monk who changed his appearance during the Yuan Ying period, once he died, he was born with a heart.
There are a few who can make themselves like a living person, let alone to maintain the appearance of life, such as swallowing the moon, the trouble is that it can not become a human form, but fortunately it does not care about it.
Lingguo Zen master is as good as before.
The release is more than ever, and the Minghui carried by the soul is unrecognizable.
"The ascension of the fairyland has been more than a thousand years, and I don't want the Zen master to actually practice in the local government."
Lingguo Zen teacher smiled and said: "A drink and a slap, the fate is destined, and the release of the Taoist friend is here, is the disciple?"
The interpretation is not concealed, directly acknowledging: "This time is a coincidence, it has already arrived here, many years ago, something about the heart..."
"They have washed away the cause and effect and passed away." Lingguo Zen master interrupted the words of the release. "With the people of the Daxueshan North Xuan School, the old man saw it with his own eyes. When the Taoist friends repaired the Zen, the disciples benefited a lot." ""
Interpretation said: "If no Zen master used the seven sacred towers of the sacred spirits to help, I was halfway through the year, but they were tired."
"Not so, he and two people are concentrating on practice. Although they are dying, the people who killed them will soon be removed by you, and they will be obsessed with it. In the town of Wangxiang, there are also the elders who come at the same time, even if they are released. You have never gone to Heiyuan Valley to practice in the world, and rely on yourself, they will go back in a few decades."
"So?"
"Exactly."
After listening to it, I only felt that my heart was loose, as if there was any intangible load, and it disappeared.