"Ghost General of the Underworld!"

Wusheng did not stop chanting scriptures.

The general waved his hand and the gut soldiers outside the bronze gate moved out a big drum. Dong, Dong, Dong, and the ghost-faced drums that were set behind the two opened thick bronze gates were beaten.

The souls of the people who died in vain in all directions seemed to have been summoned and began to gather towards the bronze door one by one. They always felt like they were lined up and walked into the door one by one.

The Taoist priest with a view of immortality beside him looked quietly, his eyes full of shock and his body trembling slightly.

How is it possible, how is it possible?

The ghost general actually saluted him. Did he call this ghost gate in the underworld?

Among the methods of practice, there are indeed magical powers that can restrain the gods and send generals, but they are mostly small gods on earth like mountain gods and city gods. However, the ghost general is the main god of the underworld, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can summon them by restraining the gods and sending generals.

What kind of supernatural powers did he practice? This is so great!

I don’t know how long it took, but the souls of those who died in vain had already gone to the underworld.

"Master, say goodbye!" The ghost general bowed to Wusheng, and Wusheng nodded slightly and bowed, still chanting the scriptures.

The ghost general turned around and walked into the bronze gate first. Two rows of ghost soldiers behind him followed him into the bronze gate one after another.

With a roar, the bronze gate closed, and the wind blew and mist covered it. In the blink of an eye, the bronze gate disappeared, leaving only a vast fog. The resentment gathered above it dissipated, but the thick dark clouds were still pressing very low, and the cold wind was still howling.

The light from the sky fell on Wusheng's body and merged into it.

The Taoist priest felt envious when he saw it from afar.

Merits are something that some monks don’t care about at all. After all, doing good deeds and accumulating virtues is thankless for their efforts. They don’t care because they don’t know the benefits of merit. He knows them, but some things can only be put into their own way and cannot be forced. It’s like this tonight. If they open the altar to cast spells, they can also save these unjust souls. It’s a pity...

Where did this monk come from? Could it be that he is from Da Guangming Temple? The Taoist priest was also alert while sighing.
Chapter completed!