Then it disappeared into the path and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The yard has returned to tranquility, and everything has returned to normal. Only the "mockery" squatting at the eaves in the distance shows the extraordinaryness of this place.

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Next to the Taishan Prefecture Jun Temple.

A funeral street where everything was sold except coffins, Zhang Baoren walked into a paper money incense shop with a package.

When I saw Mr. Yin sitting seriously on the bench, obviously he had been waiting for a long time.

"You're here."

"Um…"

"What do you think you were wrong?"

"I…"

"Or, do you think you're wrong?"

"I…"

Zhang Baoren was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know where I was wrong, and I don't even know if I did it wrong."

"I have no regrets about what happened yesterday, and I don't understand what Lei Mingchun said..."

Old Yin nodded, pondered for a while, and then said, "Well, do you think something like 'ghost' is related to humans?"

"What is the connection? How deep is it?"

Zhang Baoren frowned slightly, "I think there is at least a little..."

"Ghosts also have at least some manifestations of living."

Old Yin said: "This is where you are wrong."

"Compared with the living, ghosts are equivalent to a person and a portrait pinched with shit, and there is no similarity except for appearance."

"Uh..." Zhang Baoren swallowed with disgust, "It's not so disgusting."

Old Yin snorted coldly and continued:

"Even if this shit man is pinched very beautifully, vividly and vividly, even the charm is pinched out.

But do you think it has something to do with people?”

"You can use the metaphor of clay man and wood man!"

"You may feel acceptable to use wooden people, think it is worthy of being invested in emotions, and may regard it as a continuation of your own feelings."

"It is possible to even blur the line between him and man."

"I haven't forgotten the difference between humans and ghosts." Zhang Baoren said hurriedly.

"I know you haven't forgotten it now, but you've already had a bad trend..."

Old Yin said, and sighed with some loss, "Do you know that there were many Taoist priests like you.

They feel that ghosts have the same appearance as humans, the same feelings as humans, and they are so vivid.

So they thought that ghosts could communicate, and then in this communication and resonance, they gradually subconsciously regarded them as their own kind.

What's more, the ghosts that actually produce are all tragic results, and the living is the root of sin. This ridiculous idea is that."

"In the end, these Taoist priests who have rich feelings like you have caused very bad consequences. This is a scar that many people in the underworld are reluctant to mention."

"You have a good talent, far better than me... You can become the backbone of humans' fight against monsters and monsters in the future. You can't, and I don't allow you to break it into such things."

Old Yin's tone was very strict and solemn, "If I knew you had fallen, I would wake you up no matter whenever I was..."

"Okay, OK... I'm just talking about it. It's so serious. I must keep my true intentions in the future!"

Zhang Baoren said with some laughter, diluting the serious and sad atmosphere.

"Don't waste time, hurry up and tell me the results of my treatment."

Old Yin laughed and scolded him, then asked Zhang Baoren's Taoist book over.

In another perspective, a ghost-headed seal carries obscure aura, driven by Yin Lao, was printed on the Taoist book connected to Zhang Baoren's aura and radiates a bright luster.

"What you deal with can be said to be a warning or a special experience..."

The old general Yin handed over the Taoist book.

Zhang Baoren took it and saw that the other information above has not changed, but in the rank of "Impermanence", there are two more ancient scholars behind "Impermanence".

Looking at it, it seemed as if countless evil ghosts were screaming and wailing, constantly struggling...

The meaning of it is clear at a glance.

It means "hell".
Chapter completed!