The ghosts I remember are all the same kind of hair covering half of their faces, pale faces, and bleeding eyes. Of course, except for the seductive female ghosts, but no matter what, the existence of ghosts and gods is completely different from the existence of the worlds, I really can't connect them together.

However, since Taoist ghosts can become immortals, this is a promising profession, I can't help but yearn for it, so I hurriedly asked, "How can I become a Taoist ghost?" "Because a good person doesn't do it, you are a ghost, you are such a boring thing." The old man glared at me angrily.

I knew that I would definitely not be able to hide my thoughts from him, so I quickly smiled and said, "I just asked, preparing to have more choices if I die one day, and I don't plan to be a ghost now." "It's useless to ask." The old man continued to stare at me, stopped for a while before saying, "Do you know how the ghost came from?"

"Aren't ghosts the ones that become after a person dies?" I said disdainfully, "It's not that simple. Most people will go to the underworld after they die. Only a very small number of people stay in the human world for some reason. These people are ghosts. If ghosts were originally monks before they were alive, or if they had some adventure after they had gained the ability to practice after they could become Taoist ghosts." "It turns out that monks could become Taoist ghosts after they died." I couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"What are you talking about? Humans and ghosts have different paths, and the skills of living people are not suitable for ghosts." "Where did the skills of the ghost practice come from?" "I don't know, there were other adventures or the skills of the exercises practiced during their lifetime have been changed. Only the Taoist Ghost itself knows what it is. However, most of the Taoist Ghosts were monks during their lifetime are monks. This is an indisputable fact, and becoming a Taoist Ghost is not a good thing. Cultivation is originally a matter of heaven and earth. The process they have to go through is a hundred times or a thousand times more dangerous than that of human cultivators. If human cultivators die, they can still be reincarnated, but if the Taoist Ghost is not careful, they will lose their souls and have no chance to become human again."

It turns out that the profession of Dao Ghost is so dangerous. At this point, I completely gave up the idea of ​​joining in, and my mind returned to reality. "What should we do now?" The old man thought for a while before slowly saying, "The only way to break the ghost realm is to kill the Taoist ghost who created the ghost realm, or at least defeat him, so that he can no longer control the ghost realm."

"Then you introduce me in detail to the ghost realm so that I can find a way to break it," I said to the old man, "The ghost realm is a small world created by the Taoist ghost. The size of this small world depends on the ability of the Taoist ghost. Usually, the Taoist ghost stays in the ghost realm to practice. Many Taoist ghosts like to turn the environment in the ghost realm into a place where they lived before their lifetime. Just like today, the scene we see now should be the original appearance of this house."

I almost shouted out the 'Extradimensional Space' and searched carefully the memories in my mind. It seemed that I had seen similar plots in some science fiction films and TV series and novels. But I thought it was probably fabricated at the time. I didn't expect that I encountered a realistic version today. Such a thing really made me unable to understand. I couldn't help but ask again, "How can you be so sure that this is the ghost realm of the Taoist ghost rather than the illusion created by ordinary ghosts?"

"The illusion can only create something that does not exist at all based on the right time and place. Although the illusion created by the low-powered ghost looks scary, it is actually just a cloud of fog. Although the powerful ghost can make the illusionized things feel the same as the entity, it cannot change the right time and place. For example, the rain just now, if it is an illusion, no matter how powerful the ghost is, no matter what kind of illusion it is, he cannot stop the rain. But look at the current weather." At this point, the old man stopped and raised his hand and pointed at the sky.

I immediately looked up and then I was surprised to find that the moon was hanging high above my head, and the sky was like a washing of blue sky. Not to mention the raindrops didn't even have a trace of dark clouds. When I came out of the house just now, I felt something was wrong, but I didn't realize what was wrong. Now I remembered that when I was standing in the house, I was poured into heavy rain like a chicken falling from the rain, but after one step outside the house, the raindrops disappeared completely.

"I saw it. In fact, it is still raining outside now. Because we have entered the ghost realm and are not the same space as before, so we can't see it. The purpose of those ghosts just now is to introduce us to the ghost realm." At this point, the old man stopped and looked at me with a strange look.

I felt a little guilty when I looked at this look, "Why do you think of me like this?" "There is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?" The old man said with a smile, "It's time now, you still have the heart to joke. Your heart is really big." I replied dissatisfiedly, but the old man didn't care at all. "What's wrong at this time? You are here to protect me, and the things you do will naturally belong to you. At most, I can be a counselor for you. If you can beat the master of the ghost realm, we will naturally go out. If you can't beat it, you can't throw your father-in-law and you will die. What's there to be afraid of?"

'Yes, isn't it just death? It seems like anyone has never died? I said to the old man carelessly. The old man's indifferent look also aroused my pride. "Say the good news first." "The good news is that the master here should only be good at charm and not very strong in fighting." "How do you know?" "I saw it from the three little ghosts just now, especially the two female ghosts later, Red and Green. They should be the core disciples here. The martial arts are naturally taught by the master, and the way of cultivation is of course the same as the master."

I didn't expect that the old man saw so many things in the short time just now, but I was only thinking about the beautiful female ghost. In contrast, I felt a little ashamed, "Zhou Zheng, the world is dangerous, please have more snacks when you encounter something in the future." I reminded myself in my heart.

"I admit that what you said is reasonable, so what is the bad news?" I asked the old man, but the old man did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked at me with a smirk. After watching it for half a minute, I felt so heartbroken.

"I have anything good to look at, so I have something to say!" I was a little anxious when I was seen, "Bad news----hehehehe!" The old man laughed a few more times before he said, "Bad news is that the owner here is good at charming." "Didn't you just say this is good news?" "Maybe it good news for others, but charming is definitely powerful for you, a boy chicken who has never touched a woman."

I had to admit that the old man was telling the truth, but being a boy chicken was not a glorious thing, so I said stubbornly, "Who said I was a boy chicken? I used to----" "Okay, don't brag, if I can't even see this, I'll be in vain for so many years." The old man interrupted me mercilessly, making me have no temper at all, so I had to ask discouragedly, "What do you think you should do?"

"Is this?" The old man gently touched his chin and looked at me with dirty eyes. "I will take you to a few fun places after this matter is done." "Nonsense, what should I do now?" I almost shouted in anger, "Now, there is no way, I can only rely on you to hold on myself." The old man answered very simply, "Hold on? You said lightly, I have no problem with 'hard'. As for whether you can't' go through, I can't guarantee it." I said angrily.

"Hahahaha, as long as it can be hard," the old man laughed and walked forward, and said loudly as he walked, "Go! Let the ghost masters here see how hard we are." This sounded really dirty, but it was really exciting. "Yes, let him see and see." I shouted and followed.

The place we are in is still a considerable distance from the center of the house. According to the old man, the entire ghost realm is under the control of the ghost master, and our every move cannot escape his eyes. So don’t think about using assassination or other methods. All strategies are useless. All you can do now is to fight all the way to the place where the yin energy is the heaviest, and that is the location of the ghost master.

This simple and crude method is very consistent with my personality. When fighting, it should be like this. You can pick up the knife if you don’t agree. If you think of all the thirty-six strategies before the fight, and see if that trick is easy to use, that kind of person is definitely a sinister villain.

The flat bluestone path is winding and winding, and I don’t know where it leads. There are high walls of red bricks and green tiles on both sides. There is no sign on the path. After walking for a long time, I didn’t see a figure. It feels like I’m walking into a dark, deep maze.

I don’t know how long I walked, but after I stepped out of a small moon gate, my eyes suddenly became clear. The strong contrast made me subconsciously stop, turn my head and look around, and see the flowers all over my eyes. A small path passed through the flowers, and there were several tall trees in the meantime. I felt that this place should be a garden.

Without the obstruction of the high walls, the vision became wider. Standing here, you can clearly see the center of the house. The lights are brightly lit, the noise and the sound of the opera are heard more clearly, and it feels like a grand night banquet for wealthy families is taking place there.

I carefully walked through the garden along the path among the flowers, and a small moon door appeared in front of me. When we entered the door, there were high walls on both sides, which became like a maze. Moreover, due to the obstruction of the high walls, I couldn't even hear the sound, and the surroundings became quiet again. I could only occasionally hear a little speech, but it was extremely slight. If I didn't listen carefully, I couldn't hear it, and I couldn't hear it from which direction it was transmitted.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!