Maybe he didn't expect that there was something behind him. Qin Mu was startled. He took a step back and looked up along the pair of crimson embroidered shoes. He was wearing water-red clothes and trousers, with blue and white eyes, and stretched out his eyes.

A woman with a long tongue and long hair.

When Qin Mu came in just now, he didn't see this woman.

Qin Mu reached out to put the woman down, but the door suddenly opened wide, and a little girl ran in, hugging the woman's trouser legs in the air and crying loudly: "Miss... Miss... Miss, why can't you think about it like this, Miss...

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The woman was quickly put down. Several strong men stood at the door, shaking their heads. As soon as she was put down, they knew that the girl had been dead for a long time and was already dead. They were ready to leave, but the little girl was lying on the ground begging.

They said: "Do your best, save the lady, save the lady..."

"Little girl, it's not that we don't want to save you. It's your young lady who is already dead and can't die any more. Let's quickly choose a day to bury her. Don't waste the time." After that, these strong men disappeared on the spot.

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Qin Mu looked at the things in front of him like a passer-by. These ghosts were just obsessions left after death that could not be dissipated. They repeated the events of the year day after day. Qin Mu did not interrupt and just watched the changes.

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"Cousin, cousin, what happened to cousin?" Qin Muzheng was watching the little girl holding the woman's body and crying in vain, when a man's voice suddenly came from outside, and at the same time there were other women's voices outside.

It seems to be pulling.

"Master, Master, you can't go in. My cousin...she is just a...and she will bump into you...Master..." The people outside did not stop the young master. Accompanied by the sounds outside, one of them shouted back

A handsome young man rushed in wearing a bright red wedding dress, with tears streaming down his face.

The plot of Dream of Red Mansions popped up in Qin Mu's mind for no reason. Sister Lin also died when the other party got married, but one died of illness and the other committed suicide by hanging.

Qin Mu sighed, closed his eyes, and silently recited the Heart Sutra taught to him by Chonghua several times. When he opened his eyes again, everything was calm again, as if nothing had happened.

"Ashes return to dust, soil returns to earth, a lonely soul is buried in a withered grave; bridges return to bridges, roads return to roads, all things return to one, follow me... rise..." Qin Mu muttered a few words as if unintentionally,

He spread his hands flat, palms up, and made a motion to stand up. Suddenly, there was a dark wind in the room, and hundreds of ghosts gradually appeared, either angry, happy, or sad. Finally, he looked around, and they all looked around with confused eyes.

Looking at Qin Mu, Xiao Qi's soul was prominently among them.

Qin Mu was stunned, thinking that Xiao Qi had no memory of what happened before his death, and that Xiao Qi died two hundred years ago. At that time, the Sikong family had already existed. It was considered a famous family in Ningcheng, but Qin Mu

After all, he was a wandering child from a foreign country, so he had no memory at all.

There were so many Yin spirits in the front and back of this house, and they were packed to the brim. Most were women, but there were also some tall and thick men. Considering that Xiao Qi was beaten to death by the young mistress, I guess these men were also slaves of the Sikong family and were abandoned by their masters.

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The feudal society of ancient China was an era when people's lives were like weeds. Being a slave or a maid was the same as being a cow or a horse. Sometimes people were worse than livestock.

The old man always said that many people died in the palace. This is not a fabrication. There are so many ghosts in the small house of Sikong Mansion alone. The strange thing is that these ghosts have not left and remain still.

In this small room, they repeated what they had done in life every day.

After these Yin spirits appeared, they all looked at Qin Mu in confusion without saying a word. Qin Mu, even those who were directly thrown into the ghost world by Chonghua back then, were so shocked that they took a step back. The Yin spirits surrounding them

Like a solid black satin-like thing, an indescribable sense of oppression came from them.

Qin Mu began to chant a mantra. In fact, most Taoists and even monks knew this mantra. It was an ordinary rebirth mantra, a mantra that transcends the dead into reincarnation.

The Yin spirits who had just been attracted by Qin Mu were still a little confused. After hearing such a spell, a soothing expression appeared on their faces. Qin Mu poured spiritual power into it and leaned against the Yin spirits who were closer to Qin Mu.

A faint golden light began to surround them, and the confused look in the eyes of the Yin spirits behind them gradually disappeared. When the golden light shone on the bodies of the Yin spirits in front, they rushed forward like hungry tigers pouncing on food.

This kind of pale golden light is the harbinger of the paradise world, and it is very tempting to ordinary ghosts. Moreover, the souls of these ghosts who were killed by their masters or committed suicide should not stay even if they have great hatred.

For so long, some of those ghosts even wore clothes from the Ming Dynasty. The people who killed them did not know how many times they had been reincarnated, but they still stayed here, day after day.

All the ghosts in this room are looking forward to leaving here, but why haven't they left yet?

The next second, Qin Mu knew the answer.

The golden brilliance of the few souls approaching Qin Mu was getting heavier and heavier. Just when Qin Mu thought they would disappear in the golden brilliance, the black silk and satin floating from their bodies began to wrap around them tightly.

On them, they immediately looked painful and howled in discomfort.

Qin Mu spat out a mouthful of blood, the spell was interrupted, the golden brilliance gradually disappeared, and the black satin once again wrapped around the entire Yin spirit, causing his appearance to change rapidly.

The Yin spirits standing beside them quickly pushed away, whispering to each other, and there was a commotion, but no one dared to come forward and get close to the ghost whose whole body was wrapped in black death aura.

The haunted ghost used to be a tall, thick man, dressed in extremely simple clothes, with his head pulled at an incredible angle. This was probably the cause of his death, but now his whole appearance has changed drastically, and a black color has begun to fill his body.

There were ferocious bone spurs on his shoulders and arms, and the aura on his body was rising layer by layer. The little Yin spirits around him were so scared that they hid aside and trembled.

Qin Mu let out a loud sound, and the black satin that was wrapped around the strong man's body at high speed was stagnant. Then Qin Mu hurriedly took the judge's pen and wrote one after another white words on the strong man's belly, back, and arms.

Runes and spiritual power spurted out, and Qin Mu held back the pain in his stomach. If he did not interrupt the changes in the Yin spirit at this time, I am afraid that a pink and tender ghost would appear in front of Qin Mu before long.

Maybe it's a ghost king, after all, the ghost energy is much more solid than ordinary ghosts.

As the talismans on the Yin spirit were produced one by one, the black death energy on the Yin spirit gradually dispersed, and the various changes on the strong man's body also disappeared, returning to the original and original state.

Hundreds of Yin spirits watched Qin Mu do this with curiosity. During this period, Qin Mu did not pause and did everything in one go. After the Yin spirit was completely stabilized, he stopped, panting from exhaustion.

Fortunately, I put the judge pen in my pocket when I came, otherwise I would have been in trouble.

There was a commotion in the group of ghosts behind, and a ghost that looked like the leader was pushed out. After glancing at the strong man ghost with white runes all over his body, he said cautiously: "Hello, Master."

Qin Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He originally wanted to save someone, but almost made him become a fierce ghost. At this time, he saw the ghost in front of him, who was calling him cautiously. He was dressed like an ancient scholar, with a fair complexion and a faint look of worry.

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Qin Mu nodded, said nothing, and signaled the other party to continue talking.

"Please, Master, save us." As soon as the ancient scholar uttered his words, there was a crash, and all the ghosts and ghosts around him kowtowed to Qin Mu and knelt down with tears.

"I see that you all really want to die, why are you still here?" Qin Mu was very confused.

"The guru is different from those three-legged Taoist priests. We want to find the guru." The ancient scholar said: "It's just that this place is surrounded by a strong death energy all year round. We are trapped here and cannot get out, day after day.

, year after year, more and more ghosts accumulate here, and the ghost energy becomes more and more strong, eventually forming such a haunted place. If a mortal lives here for less than three days, he will be eroded by the ghost energy.

And die."

"In other words, you have never left?" Qin Mu pondered.

"Yes, just now Xiaosheng saw the master take action. Even the most common rebirth mantra had an effect on us, which shows that the master is extraordinary, so the student boldly came to ask the master to take action and rescue us all." The ancient scholar slowly said.

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The merit gained by saving so many dead souls at once is not a small amount, especially when there are lonely ghosts who have been dead for hundreds of years. Qin Mu silently calculated the income and had some calculations in his heart.

Merits are of great benefit to cultivators. Religions often teach people to do good deeds to increase their merits. Even if ordinary people have merits, it will be much easier to do things. Not to mention that for cultivators, cultivation is

If you go against nature and increase your own merits, you can save a lot of detours on the road of cultivation. Therefore, if cultivators have great merits to do, they will generally not refuse.

Qin Mu just thought about it for a moment, then made a decision and nodded. The ancient scholar was so happy that he jumped for joy. Qin Mu was confused. Hearing what the scholar said, many Taoist monks had come before, but none of them could save him. After all,

Why?

"It's just that I still have some questions to ask." Qin Mu coughed and said.
Chapter completed!