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When tilapias go shopping and ask questions about butterflies, they are not released without reason.

After nearly a thousand years, the butterfly has become an immortal, and all the merit in its body has been exhausted.

No, to be precise, the rewards given by Heaven have already been distributed for that little merit, and what is left now has little effect except to ensure that some of the cause and effect can be resolved.

Feeling resentful, he wanted to try something new.

night......

The master and servant did not go to bed early as usual. Tilapia leaned on the bedside, while Butterfly laid its little head on its chest like a pet, letting the man stroke its long black hair.

"What time is it?" Tilapia asked casually.

"According to the maid group's teaching time, it's about eleven o'clock now." He looked out the window at the moonlight, and there was a bit of excitement in Little Butterfly's tone.

With the small movement of the probe, the two delicate fruits were severely tilted and deformed due to the squeeze.

"Eleven o'clock, almost there."

"Um.

My servant is ready and ready to go at any time." Thinking of the rebirth spell that I had practiced before, I became even more excited about what I was going to do in the future.

When the host mentioned it during dinner, she realized that when the host asked about the tailor during the day, he had other intentions than simply testing his observation skills.

If there are resentful ghosts or ghosts of grievances, they can naturally overcome the other party's grievances.

Saving the souls of the dead is a great merit in theory.

Tonight, for the first time, I will try to save the resentful ghosts in the mass graves outside the city.

Even if it's just a little bit, the butterfly means it's very satisfying.

Just because there are few unjust souls and resentful ghosts in mass graves does not mean that there will be few unjust souls and resentful ghosts in the world in the future.

What time is it now?

In the words of the owner, in the next few decades, the whole world will not be peaceful, and the number of deaths will be beyond imagination.

Even if only 1% turns into resentful ghosts, it is enough for oneself to gather sand into a tower and accumulate a lot of merit.

Tonight is the first step in my long journey of thousands of miles.

As for what the Long March is, Little Butterfly said that she doesn’t know yet.

She only knew that if she succeeded tonight, in the words of her master, her plug-in would be able to extend its useful life.

fail.

That's just an attempt to stay up late and waste some calories.

When the time is determined, the tilapia pats the pink back of the little butterfly.

The latter knew what was going on and immediately got out of bed to help him get dressed.

After serving the people well, I would change into the colorful clothes I had when I came back in a few seconds.

Under the cover of the moonlight, the butterfly that revealed its Dharmakaya transformed into a butterfly with a wingspan of more than ten feet. When its master landed on its back, it immediately flew out of the city.

The Dharmakaya is different from the real body, the size depends entirely on the mana.

Because of the butterfly's body structure, the Dharma Body, which is more than ten feet wide, is the most comfortable and mana-saving size that Tilapia has found after riding it several times.

No matter how big it is, it will certainly be more comfortable, but it will also consume more mana.

More than ten feet long, it is a Dharmakaya that is both comfortable and consumes the least amount of money on butterflies.

The behemoth, which is more than ten feet tall and equivalent to a wingspan of dozens of meters, was shrouded in moonlight and enhanced by its own talent for illusions, so no one noticed it.

"It's really good. I have everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, and swims in the water." Lying on the back of the butterfly, he crossed his legs and enjoyed the night view. At the same time, he did not forget to tease the little butterfly.

"Hehe, Master is joking." Butterfly didn't care about the identity of his mount at all. Instead, he laughed and joked: "There are slaves flying in the sky, Cai Yi Cai Die, two sisters, and slaves swimming in the water can roughly guess what they are talking about.

Those dragon ladies.

It's running on the ground...hehehe...if you ride the bunny body and jump around, it will be a lot of fun." Just imagining the scene, the butterfly was overjoyed.

"Tch, I also have two tigers and tigers, don't you know?"

Well!!!

The butterfly's laughter stopped abruptly.

Hu Kui has only been in Shanhe Shejitu for decades, so she really doesn't know.

Thousands of years ago, the two tigers and Kui should have died long ago. Even if they are exotic beasts with long lifespans, they still can't withstand the passage of time if they don't practice.

The good thing is that the owner he followed was awesome, and the two little guys had pure gold at first, but then they gradually became angry and had different opportunities.

Pure gold hangs his life, and after living for thousands of years, a pig can take off, let alone two strange beasts.

"I don't know about Hu Kui." After thinking for a while, Little Butterfly told the truth.

"It doesn't matter if I don't know. In fact, dragons are also three-dimensional animals that live on land, sea, and air. Being a dragon knight is actually the same." Shaking his crossed legs, the master and servant joked a few words and quickly arrived at the mass grave.

It is said to be a mass grave, but in fact it is a small hill with sparse trees.

One hundred and ten meters high, connected together, it is about one kilometer long.

The tilapia turned over and landed on the ground, and the butterfly in mid-air retracted its body and transformed into a human form again.

After looking around, he said in surprise: "Someone has arranged it here. No wonder the resentful ghosts in the mountains don't go to nearby villages to harm people at night."

"Um.

It's a very simple Bagua array, but someone is really thoughtful about it." After a glance, he could already see the secret behind it.

"Master, with your cultivation level, it would be easy to arrange such a formation.

I would like to tell you that given the current situation of practitioners in various sects, it is not easy to create such a Bagua array."

Thinking of the situation of outside practitioners, Little Butterfly sympathized with those people.

Not to mention the strong human monks in the past, even the bottom-ranked crotch-pulling cultivator, excluding all kinds of special skills, in terms of cultivation alone, in her opinion, they are better than many current sect leaders at the same age.

"Times have changed, there is nothing we can do about it." Tilapia shrugged and walked towards the mountains.

There are obviously many corpses buried in mass graves, but there are very few tombstones or grave bags that can be seen.

"Today is not the first or fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year. It's easier to transcend. You're lucky." The master and servant walked to the highest point of the mountain, and Tilapia pursed its lips at a certain spot.

Butterfly understood and immediately walked over and sat down.

The smile on his face faded, becoming a little less dignified and a little more solemn.

Take a deep breath, straighten your back, and lightly open your red lips: "The Supreme Lord has decreed that I will transcend your lonely soul and all ghosts and ghosts. I will be blessed by you in all your lives. Those with heads will transcend, those without heads will rise, they will be killed with spears and knives, and they will be suspended in the water."

Rope. Death in the open and dark, death unjustly, creditor and enemy, begging for life. Kneel down in front of my stage, the Eight Diagrams shine, stand up and transcend the other side. As a man and a woman, you are responsible for yourself, whether you are rich or poor, it is up to you.

Recruit. Give me the order to save everyone. I will be saved in a hurry. I will save the crowd in a hurry. I will be saved in a hurry."

The sound was not loud, but it was accompanied by mana, covering the entire hill in circles.

Soon, the sound of chanting spread to every corner.

The resentment and evil spirits on the mountain are not like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. Instead, they are like purification, gradually becoming clean and turning into the purest yin energy.

Countless lonely ghosts appeared on the ground, some with ferocious faces, some with blank eyes, some with bloody flesh, and some with desperate and unwilling faces.

Those dumped in mass graves either died in a foreign land, were persecuted...or had no one to collect their bodies.

It is an exaggeration to say that each of them is a resentful ghost, but nine out of ten are nostalgic for this world, so it cannot be wrong.

Compared with Buddhist salvation, Taoism is obviously relatively gentle.

One is to disperse and the other is to purify.

The tilapia opened its eyes and turned its gaze from a group of resentful ghosts back to the butterfly.

Look directly at the soul through appearances.

The merits of the past are still there, perhaps because they followed me into the world and were contaminated by cause and effect, and some of them have been relatively reduced.

The guilty soul was redeemed little by little, the ferociousness on his face gradually disappeared, and he kowtowed gratefully to the top of the mountain and slowly dissipated.

From the perspective of the heavenly eye, the dissipated soul seems to be swallowed up by the invisible space.

"The gate of ghosts, or the passage to the underworld?" His eyes returned to the dissipating soul, Tilapia thought thoughtfully, and then returned his attention to the butterfly.

After looking at it for a long time, maybe because the realm of Heavenly Eyes is not deep, and the merits are too rare, I couldn't figure out the reason in the end.

I just learned the Butterfly Rebirth Mantra today, which is barely an introduction.

Being able to transcend is entirely dependent on the support of the realm, and it is not outstanding in itself.

In addition, it is not very fast to save the entire mass grave at once.

What's more, several ferocious evil spirits have floated to the top of the mountain, trying to attack the butterflies.

The resentment and evil spirits have been purified, their strength is decreasing, and they instinctively regard butterflies as enemies.

"Certainly."

With his fingers casually sketching, several talismans took shape in an instant, immobilizing the attacking evil spirits.

Not to mention struggling, even the ferocious face was completely frozen.

The same immobilization spell, used by different people, has completely different effects.

Not to mention a few little ghosts, even if they are immortals of the same level, as long as they are immobilized by the talisman, it will take a while to break through.

Of course, the premise is that the opponent cannot avoid the talisman.
Chapter completed!