But he didn't dare to sleep anymore. Since he couldn't sleep, he simply left the bedroom and came to the living room.

There was still some tea in the teapot on the table. He poured a cup of tea, and regardless of the coldness of the tea, he drank two mouthfuls. Suddenly, he seemed to have seen something at the corner of his eyes. When he turned his head, he had nothing.

He opened his eyes and glanced around. The same was true, but he could vaguely feel an invisible and qualitative thing that enveloped him, making him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from behind. When he looked back, Hong Zhouzi walked over with a candlestick. He didn't seem surprised to see Zhang Luochen.

"Young Master, aren't you going to sleep so late?"

Zhang Luochen sighed, "It's not that I don't want to sleep, it's because I can't sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, I see many sneakers surrounding me. I can't see it with the Sky Eye Technique. It's really strange."

After saying that, he glanced at Hong Zhouzi, "Does the Taoist priest know what's going on?"

However, Hong Zhouzi nodded and smiled, "Young Master must be entangled by the resentment of the undead."

Zhang Luochen was shocked when he heard this, thinking that Hong Zhouzi was a little good at it, and he knew he was plagued by resentment.

"How did you know, Taoist priest?"

Hong Zhouzi took a natural expression, "What's the difficulty? This is common sense in the world."

"Common sense? Does this happen often?"

Hong Zhouzi nodded, "Of course, don't you know?"

"Uh, I really don't know. Taoist priest, tell me what kind of resentment is? How did it come about? Why can't my immortal magic dispel it?"

"Young Master must know that human thoughts can produce power. People burn incense and pray to gods can produce power of wishes, and the power of gods is thus produced."

Living people can produce the power of wishes, but what the ghost's thoughts produce is resentment. Resentment is not the ghost itself, but the invisible power generated by the evil thoughts in the hearts of the dead. It has no substance and will naturally not be dispelled.

Just like people believe in gods devoutly, and this power of vows cannot be escaped for gods."

Zhang Luochen thought to himself that this is the case, but it is not right. Wars are often fought in this world. If everyone dies, they will be resentful. Wouldn't the fierce generals on the battlefield who have won battles and killed countless enemies?

He asked his doubts, but Hong Zhouzi looked at him with a strange look on his face.

"Why did I say something wrong?"

Hong Zhouzi said, "Young Master, think about it, above the battle formation, you will be alive and dead. Either I kill you or you kill me. Ordinary people will not have too much resentment even if they are killed. Besides, even if they are peerless generals, it is already a great thing to kill dozens or hundreds of people in one battle. It is not like the young master. He killed hundreds or even thousands of people in one day. These people died inexplicably, so they naturally cannot convince themselves. They will naturally feel resentment in their hearts. The resentment of hundreds or thousands of people accumulates on the young master, which will produce such an effect."

Zhang Luochen thought to himself that this is the case. There are ghosts and gods in this world. People will become ghosts when they die. According to the bull-headed ghost, these ghosts will also be used by the ghost kings in the underworld as ghost soldiers.

Even if these people die, their consciousness will not disappear, but become ghosts and run to the underworld. For these people, the person who killed them is naturally the object of resentment. People can generate vows, while ghosts can generate resentment. But these ghosts are not in front of them, otherwise they can save them.

Now that I have no choice but to secretly cause trouble for myself in the underworld.

But he still didn't give up, "Is there no way to dispel it?"

Hong Zhouzi shook his head, "But you don't have to worry, your son, ghosts are forgetful. Just after a while, when they forget about the things in the world, the resentment will naturally dissipate."

As he said that, something suddenly rang, "But the old Taoist has a talisman in his hand, so the young master may be able to give it a try."

As he said that, he went back to his room, and soon he walked out with a talisman and handed it to Zhang Luochen.

Zhang Luochen took a look and found that there were a bunch of ghost-like talismans drawn on the yellow talisman paper, which made him feel unreliable. He thought that even my big exorcist talisman could not be driven away. Your talisman has no magical effects at all. What effect can it have?

"What kind of talisman is this?"

The old Taoist smiled but did not answer, "Young Master just try it."

Zhang Luochen was also suspicious, but he still put his dead horse on his forehead as a living horse.

I would lie on the bed in the bedroom and fall asleep soon.

I slept until dawn this time. When I opened my eyes and looked at the sunlight shining in the window, I was secretly surprised. I didn't expect that the old Taoist talisman had some meaning.

When I left the room, I saw Hong Zhouzi doing boxing. Although he was thin, his movements were quite strong and powerful.

"The Taoist priest is so interested."

"I have been running around for days and seeing many killings on the battlefield, and my mind is inevitably affected. I also have to nourish my spirit and calm down - has the talisman master ever had any effect?"

"It's true, the effect is good. What kind of talisman is this?"

"This is the Ningshen Talisman. I saw it from the Taiping Talisman Xuan Sutra. It is said that it can make people calm and have fewer distractions. This resentment is originally a thing of nothingness. Only because the young master is uneasy can he take advantage of the situation. As long as the young master is calm, he will naturally not feel it."

Zhang Luochen couldn't help but nodded. It seemed that the spells in this world were quite interesting. Although there was no magic effect, it really had this effect. Maybe he should find time to read it back.

"But young master, there is one thing I shouldn't say, but today's affairs have to be said.

Although the young master has extraordinary magic and his magic power is extremely powerful, and these evil spirits and resentment cannot hurt the young master at all, but he does not know that the heavenly way has its own fixed numbers. Many causes and effects in the world are contaminated with too much world killing is not a good thing. Even if the young master's magic power is extremely powerful, it is inevitable that he will have many more troubles. If you don't need it, please don't involve too much. The old master said this. If you say too much, please don't be surprised."

After hearing this, Zhang Luochen showed a serious expression on his face: "The Taoist priest's words are very reasonable, I have been taught."

Zhang Luochen was not just perfunctory. He thought about it carefully. In less than a week, there were probably one or two thousand people who died under his command.

What worries him even more was that he didn't feel any psychological burden at all before. If it weren't for the nightmare last night, he would have considered it completely as the monsters killed in the game.
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