"Sighing lightly in the wind, shining in the long pavilion late, sitting and remembering the past......"

Zhou Rang hummed an unknown tune gently, using a language that Zhou Gui had never heard before.

It is different from the various dialects that are popular today, and it is the elegant language from six hundred years ago.

The tone of the voice is low and boundless, which makes people unbearable to hear it, and they cry unconsciously.

Zhou Gui listened carefully. Although he couldn't understand the meaning at all, he thought it was just a feeling of expressing his feelings.

Even if you can't understand the meaning of words and sentences, that kind of emotion is probably the same.

I listened for a while, and it was not until a crescent moon hangs on the treetops in the east and the stars shine on the pavilion.

Under the moonlight, the figures on the opposite side gradually became clearer, and except for being a little transparent, they were almost the same as those of a living person.

"I laughed..."

The clear sound of spring water flowing is like a sound, which is closer to ordinary people than the sound just now.

Zhou Gui looked up and stared at him. The figure opposite was shrouded in the moonlight. He just sat there and a layer of moonlight was attracted by him.

The clothes he wore were wearing were the regular clothes of the nobles six hundred years ago. The moon was white, noble and generous, and had a simple meaning, which was very different from the current clothes.

The long hair is tied up and the bun is tied with a wooden hairpin.

There is a layer of cinnabar-like magic pattern dotted between the forehead, which is the trace that was once left by ghosts and gods.

His face is like jade, his skin is white, his eyes are bright and bright, and indescribable sadness is hidden in his deep and quiet eyes.

It seems like the nobles and nobles in ancient paintings have come here more than 600 years ago.

Even if he was wearing a shabby beggar's outfit, he couldn't help but be suppressed.

In a vague way, Zhou Gui felt that his Guangyu Gong was probably not just as ordinary as he claimed.

Seeing Zhou Gui coming, the noble man pursed his lips and chuckled, and his whole body was bathed in the moonlight, as if he was dreaming for a moment.

This kind of nobleness was the only one Zhou Gui saw in his life. No matter how noble a son of a noble family was, he was not as good as a slightest demeanor.

This is truly noble. In contrast, the so-called noble children of the princes and princes born in honey and containing jade are nothing more than learning to walk in Handan.

"Zi Ming, do you understand the song "Sorrow of Familiarity" just now?"

Zhou Gui took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Guang Yugong, how could I understand the language from six hundred years ago? I just felt the meaning of it slightly."

He persuaded earnestly.

"But the past has become smoke, so Mr. Guangyu doesn't have to be too sad. If the old friend was still there, I believe I hope you can have a happy life."

Zhou Guangyu smiled and said:

"Zi Ming used these cliches to persuade me again, but it shows that he still doesn't understand me!"

"I, Zhou Guangyu, are not those playboys, so I have to do some writing and indulge in the makeup. There are piles of beautiful things on the outside, but the inside is not worth a penny."

"I talked with the prince in a close conversation, talking about the past and present, and commented on the children of aristocratic families in the southwest countries, and the elites of many outstanding people, all of whom were all about civil and military strategies and economic secularism."

"At that time, I was pretending to be a major event in my heart in the country and the country, and I was thinking about the Sanxing Jiang Kingdom. Where did I have the love of my children?"

"When I got to the bottom, the situation was even worse. Jiang Guo was still being watched by many powerful countries in the underworld. He was holding strategic military tactics in his heart, and was worried about Jiang Guo's millennium foundation......"

"Now, do you still think I am the kind of mediocre person who will always be immersed in the past?"

Zhou Gui couldn't help but sigh as he heard this.

"A person's mental outlook is probably related to his or her ambition. Those who always have great ambitions in their hearts and shoulder the world will inevitably worry about the country and the people, and their atmosphere is grand, so they will not be similar to ordinary people. On the contrary, if you organize your daily family matters and focus on the flaws of your parents and be eager to get a false reputation, then you will not be able to develop any pattern in the end."

"A person's general achievements can be seen from his pattern. From my perspective, if Mr. Guang Yu had any works in the past, he could be ranked alongside the sages of a hundred schools of sages!"

Guangyu nodded with a smile.

"Although it is suspected of being flattering, this is a perfect statement. If I have a book that has been passed down to this day, I will definitely be respectfully called Zhou Zi."

He said it with confidence, just like a natural thing, making people feel that what he said is the truth.

Speaking of this, a touching heart lake was slightly turbulent.

While he was talking, a sound of footsteps came, and Zhou Xun came with a lantern and a bamboo basket.

"This is the dog son Zhou Xun, whose name is Mingcheng."

Zhou Xun stepped forward, hung up the lantern, took out the peeled God-Master tablet from the bamboo basket, a good concentrating incense, candlestick, paper money and some fruit and tributes, and placed it on the stone table.

Then, he respectfully saluted the two.

"Mingcheng has met his father and paid homage to Mr. Guang Yugong."

Guangyu nodded and showed off.

Seeing these tributes, the incense candlesticks spun and laughed again.

"This is interesting. I'll burn paper money to me in person, not the paper money that ordinary people in the market are fooling people."

Zhou Gui also smiled. It was indeed strange to burn paper money in front of him and present tributes, especially at this moment, Guangyu was almost like a stranger, and it seemed even more strange.

"Please rest assured that I have made this handful of paper money by myself, and it will definitely be used in the underworld. Although it looks small, it is actually quite important!"

Zhou Xun worked hard for three hours and used a drop of real water produced by the inner world to sacrifice and refine the magic money, these dark money were very important.

"In fact, ordinary people worship their ancestors and draw them one by one by one. The cut paper money is the most important, and the various nostalgic and prayers they put in can be turned into various common currency in the underworld when they arrive in the underworld.

This is a bit of sincerity. The more sincere your heart is, the heavier the money will be.

In fact, incense is also the same thing, it depends on whether you are sincere or not.

However, the Taoist priest of high-level cultivation has different cultivation levels, and the various magic money they sacrifice are different. They can condense the soul body, purify the energy of various grievances, prolong the yin life, and eliminate suffering.

If you use Dharma money for a long time and persist in practicing, you will make the soul clear inside and outside the body and cultivate it into a pure glass-like soul body, this will be called "ghost immortal".

Ghost immortals can be achieved through external forces.

The Taoist sect has a method of refining water and fire. In order to help disciples who fail to practice Taoism, they can use Dharma water and fire to refine all their grievances and eliminate their sufferings, so that they can become ghost immortals after death and continue to practice in the underworld.

However, this kind of ritual will consume the masters’ own merits and resolve all kinds of sins that are entangled in themselves.

If you transform a ghost immortal, the procedures required will be more cumbersome, and you need to repeatedly go through the water and fire refinement until the inside and outside are clear, like a new moon.

The mage who presided over the transformation also had to spend decades of hard work in his practice before he could save a disciple and become a ghost immortal.

If you do not use external forces to cultivate yourself into a ghost immortal, there will be no soul in the hundred thousand.

Although ghost immortals are divided into the end of the immortal path and are under the slightest part of the immortals, they are not so easy to achieve."
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