Zong Zheng smiled and said: "Little Third Master, you are a layman in asking this question."

"There are no immortals after the Song Dynasty! There are no real immortals after the Song Dynasty. Monks either fail to become immortals throughout their lives, or they specialize in ghost immortality."

"Aren't those three Taoist priests just following a different path?"

In the Taoist "Zhonglu Chuan Dao Ji", immortals are divided into five levels: ghost immortals, human immortals, earth immortals, divine immortals, and heavenly immortals. Ghost immortals are the last level, and orthodox monks will not practice ghost immortality unless they have to.

Of course, there are also some monks who do not understand the Dao, but want to achieve quick success, specializing in ghosts and immortals.

The ghosts and immortals who have become immortals through sorcery have no trace of the spirit of immortality, and they all look like gnarled trees.

It is called the Ghost of Qingling by orthodox immortals, not the Immortal of Pure Yang.

If you look at it this way, the three Taoist priests are all cultivating ghosts and immortals, but their methods are different.

The Taoist priest who stayed at Bailong Yazi was probably the most powerful among the three, and only his path to becoming an immortal had the best chance of success.

I tentatively said: "If that Taoist priest wants to become a ghost immortal, he must be fully prepared. Just the two of us can open the secret burial?"

"Wealth is sought in danger!" Zong Zheng chuckled and said, "Don't the third master also say that the fewer people who eat a bun, the better?"

I glanced at him without saying a word, and drove the car to Zong Zheng's house before stopping. I put Ye Huan in the trunk into a sack and carried it on my body, and followed Zong Zheng to Bailong Cliff.

Along the way, I was paying attention to the movements of the two old guys. The two old guys seemed to be lost. Not only did they not show up, they didn't even leave a mark.

These two old men must not be unreliable at this time!

I'm still waiting to make a comeback in their hands.

However, I walked all the way to the bottom of Bailong Cliff and found no trace of the two old men.

The White Dragon Cliff hidden deep in the mountains, at first glance, is just a piece of white rock pressed between two mountains. Although it has a somewhat winding appearance, there is no dragon shape.

The pool at the foot of the mountain has a bit of Feng Shui atmosphere, but I didn't see the so-called golden toad anywhere.

When I turned to look at Zong Ren, Zong Ren had already smiled and said: "Little Third Master, please be patient. It's not the time for the Golden Toad to be born yet. When the moon is high in the sky at night, it's time for us to take action. Just wait for me."

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Zong Ren quickly ran to the nearby hillside and dug for a while before digging out a mechanism gate from under a mound covered with pine branches.

Zong Ren opened the gate and stepped aside. The clear water flowed quickly along the mountain into the pool at the foot of the mountain.

This piece of Feng Shui "comes alive" instantly under the nourishment of the mountain spring, and it is full of beauty everywhere.

Feng shui not only emphasizes hiding the wind and gathering energy, but also must be "alive". Even the best Feng shui treasure land will not have any effect once its beauty is cut off and it appears lifeless.

It turned out that the ancestors of the Zong family deliberately cut off the Feng Shui here and suppressed the golden toad.

In just half an hour, the water pool at the bottom of the mountain expanded twice, and the mountain water also flowed down the mountain along the exit behind the water pool.

I looked at the expanding pool and said, "The golden toad you mentioned can't just crawl out of the water on its own, right?"

Zong Zheng raised his thumb and said: "Young Master, that's very insightful. That's what toads are like. They are active when there is plenty of water, but when there is a shortage of water, they will find a puddle to hide in, and they won't even get out of the water. Jin

If the toad doesn't raise its head, who will the white dragon eat?"

"The ancestors of the Zong family cut off the spiritual energy here, but did not cut off all the feng shui. They still allowed the pond water to continue to flow. This forced the Taoist priests in the secret burial to throw ghost munition stones outside to ask for help."

"For generations, my family has been picking up ghost aragonite stones bit by bit at the bottom of the mountain."

"This mistress should know!"

"Yeah!" I just said yes and stopped talking. This Zongzheng didn't tell the truth.

If the Zong family collected the ghost stones just to cover up Bailong's secret burial, they would not have placed the ghost stones in the yard with great fanfare.

No matter which warlock is curious, he will come over to take a look. Isn't the Zong family's collection of ghost stones known to the public?

I don't believe that no warlock has paid attention to Bailong Yazi in all these years.

However, those people should have become the dead souls of the Zong family, right?

I found a random place on the mountain and sat down. I waited until dark before Zong Zheng came over with cans and hot water: "Little Third Master, there isn't much on the mountain. You can just eat something! There is still work in the evening."

Do it!"

I put Zongzheng's things aside, took out the dried meat I brought and chewed it slowly. Zongzheng smiled and said nothing. After sitting for a while, he said: "Little Third Master, which way have you studied? Third Master, over the years,

Although he is prosperous in the provincial capital, I have never heard that he is engaged in the business of subduing and slaying demons?"

I looked at him with a half-smile: "What? Are you trying to find out my bottom?"

Zong Zheng just laughed twice, and I said, "It's okay to tell you. If I don't tell you, won't you have to see it later?"

"The secret technique of our Yuan family is to invite ghosts and gods."

Zong Zheng was shocked and said: "Can your Yuan family open the Ghost Gate? Don't you have a grudge against the Thirteen Ghost Gates?"

I asked calmly: "What does it have to do with them whether the ghost door can be opened or not?"

Zong Zheng said: "Little Third Master, why don't you understand?"

"What do the thirteen ghost gates do? They guard the two realms of yin and yang and guard the ghost gates!"

"What are you doing by inviting ghosts and gods? Isn't that to open the gate of ghosts and let ghosts, gods and immortals come to the world?"

"Does your Yuan family have a special place for inviting ghosts and gods? Think about it, if you penetrate that place, will it become another ghost gate? Isn't this the same as the Thirteen Ghost Gates?"

"Why are there so few warlocks who can invite ghosts and gods? It's because they were all exterminated by the Thirteen Ghost Sects."

I couldn't help but frown slightly when I heard this:

Everyone in the art knows that it is easy to invite ghosts, but it is difficult to invite ghosts and gods.

The power of ghosts and gods has exceeded the scope allowed by the human world. Except for the ghosts and gods of the underworld, other ghosts, gods, ghosts and immortals cannot stay in the human world at will.

If you want to invite them out, you must break through the Yin and Yang barrier, which is equivalent to digging a hole between the Yin and Yang worlds.

Although the barrier between the two realms can be repaired automatically, the barrier is still weak during the process. Powerful ghosts and gods can force their way in and out.

In addition, just like Zong Zheng said, if the warlock tries to save trouble and opens the Yin and Yang barrier from one place again and again, over time, that place may not become a new ghost gate.

Could this be the reason why the Thirteen Ghost Sect took action against the Yuan family?

Zong Zheng may not be telling lies, but one cannot believe everything he says.
Chapter completed!