"This…"
"Heavens, just who is he?”
"The thousand-year-old female ghost actually knelt down to him?”
Seeing this scene.
Everyone's faces were filled with shock.
Especially when the ethereal voice sounded in their ears, the group was even more amazed.
Yellow Springs?
Could it be that reincarnation really existed in this world?
Wu Sansheng was shocked.
His Wu family had been doing business in Sand City since his great-grandfather's generation.
It had been nearly a hundred years since it had been passed down to his generation.
Although the Wu family's business was getting bigger and bigger, it could be said that both the black and the white had connections.
But every time he woke up in the middle of the night, the moment he closed his eyes, his mind would be filled with the corpses that he had dug up over the years, all of which had turned into malicious ghosts and came to claim their lives.
Therefore, he would go to Hidden Spirit Temple every year to burn incense and pray to Buddha. Others thought that he was seeking wealth and luck, but only he knew that it was a helpless move under the nightmare.
However, burning incense was one thing.
Wu Sansheng also felt that this was a psychological trick.
Where did the Netherworld come from?
But now, the female ghost was actually asking Zhou Mu to purify her so that she could reincarnate.
How was this possible?
It was the same for Pan Zi and Da Kui.
The two of them looked into each other's eyes, unable to hide their fear.
They didn't just dig up graves and steal bones. They also killed and robbed many people.
If there really was reincarnation.
With the sins they had committed, wouldn't they be sent to the eighteenth level of purgatory?
As for Wu Xie, the impact he had received in this short half a day was unprecedented in the past twenty years.
In his original understanding.
Science dominated everything.
All the demons and ghosts were just paper tigers.
But now…
A puppet that was formed by the baleful aura and a puppet that sealed its soul into its life.
These things that couldn't be explained by science actually appeared in front of him.
How could he accept it?
His entire body was in a muddled state, struggling powerlessly.
Only Zhang Qi Ling did not notice the Netherworld and the Netherworld, but the real person.
In the Dao Sect.
Zhenren was not an empty name.
In addition to the first to ninth grades, there are Taoist, Yellow Crown, Feather Guest, True Man, Alchemist and Heavenly Master.
It was definitely not a random shout.
A true person represented experience and Dao.
Only those with profound cultivation could call him that.
The Zhang Clan had existed for over a thousand years, and he himself had lived for many years.
However, even if he relied on the Qilin's blood, he did not dare to say that he could edify this thousand-year-old female puppet.
At most, he could only intimidate them.
But in front of Zhou Mu, the female puppet actually knelt down before him?
Such strength…was truly unimaginable.
While everyone was having their own thoughts.
Zhou Mu exhaled lightly.
Righteous Talisman Sect was a sect that roamed the world. It was its duty to suppress evil and destroy evil.
It was the same for ferrying souls.
If this thousand-year-old female puppet was stubborn, he would at most spend a little more effort to beat it until its soul flew away and disappeared into thin air.
However, since it had chosen to reincarnate.
Things were much easier now.
From the beginning, Zhou Mu did not intend to kill him.
After all, it was also harmed by someone. A few years ago, it could only be trapped here. Even being a lonely ghost was an extravagant hope.
He took out an ink brush and cinnabar.
Zhou Mu seemed to be painting?
The people around them were confused, and Wu Sansheng couldn't help but come forward.
He was extremely fast.
In just a short moment, a horse appeared on the paper. Its mouth, nose, eyes, ears, head, and chest were lifelike, as if it was alive.
The three provinces of Wu are also familiar with painting.
In Hangzhou, he met many people who were proficient in this field.
However…he had never seen anyone who could draw a horse so vividly with just a few strokes.
However, while he was exclaiming, he looked left and right and felt that something was missing.
"Eh…"
"Priest Zhou, why doesn't this horse have eyes?”
After looking around carefully, he finally realized that the paper horse's eyes were blank.
"Paper men and paper horses are connected to the netherworld.”
Zhou Mu smiled.
This?
Hearing his words, the few of them were all dumbfounded.
It was as if he was listening to a fairy tale.
However, Zhou Mu didn't say much. He just picked up the pen. However, this time, he didn't dip it in ink. Instead, he placed cinnabar on the side and gently tapped the paper horse's eye socket.
"Xilulu-"
The moment the brush fell.
The paper horse, which was originally a dead object, suddenly jumped out of the paper and strode forward with its head held high, neighing continuously.
"F * ck!"
"Turning stone into gold?"
"This is the means of a deity, right?"
"Daoist Priest Zhou, are you playing a trick? What's going on?”
The moment the paper horse appeared.
Everyone was shocked.
Even Zhang Qi Ling was the same.
He had been in the martial world for so many years, but he had never seen such a strange situation.
Legend had it that immortal cultivators could turn stones into gold and beans into soldiers. Now, Zhou Mu could actually draw living things.
Such a method was simply unheard of.
"Finishing touch?"
He was different from Third Uncle Pan Zi and the others.
The first thing that came to Wu Xie's mind was a story he had read in a book.
It was said that there was a great painter in the Liang Dynasty, Zhang Sengyao, who was best at painting dragons, but he never put the finishing touch on them. Therefore, when someone asked him why, he replied that he would fly after putting the finishing touch.
Everyone felt that this matter was absurd and unruly.
It was complete nonsense.
Helplessly, he could only take out an ink brush and touch the white dragon outside the wall of An Le Temple. In a flash, the wall was broken by lightning and the two white dragons flew away on clouds.
He had thought that this was a story compiled by the ancients.
However, he never expected that such a strange thing would actually appear before him again.
He swallowed hard.
Wu Xie suddenly had an idea. He wanted to record everything.
He reached out to take off his backpack. However, just as he was about to reach for the camera, he realized that Zhou Mu, who had his back to him, had turned around.
It seemed to have glanced at him.
But just this one time.
Wu Xie felt like he was being targeted by a ghost.
An extremely oppressive and terrifying aura enveloped them.
His entire back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
"This horse will send you to the netherworld. From now on, dust to dust, dust to dust.”
Just as Wu Xie was feeling uneasy.
Zhou Mu's voice sounded again.
"Thank you for enlightening me."
The female puppet knelt down and kowtowed deeply to him.
Then, he mounted the paper horse.
The sound of horses neighing could be heard.
The white-robed figure passed through layers of fog and disappeared.
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