My golden finger is delicious [Quick Transmigration]

But Fan Xuan's first half of the sentence is indeed correct.

It's not easy to find.

Cannon fire flew, and a hundred years of war broke out.

Population explosion, technological development.

This era is really...too unfriendly to ghosts.

It's purely natural, and the ghosts of the previous year want to find it... The next door can develop another round.

This time, the ancestor ghost, after his death, was properly protected by the descendants, and only then can he exist today for offering sacrifices.

Well, to be more precise.

If he hadn't run away 50 years ago.

Always in the country.

It is estimated that some colleagues have come to carry out the transcendence and sent his ancestors away.

It's not that everyone disrespects the practice spells of various schools. If you follow the laws of heaven, don't do things that harm the laws of nature.

You are a ghost, what do you love.

Your descendants can worship whatever they want.

But look at what they are doing abroad.

I also want to know that if he hadn't run 50 years ago.

It was definitely the ancestor ghost who forcibly overtook him, and this grandson was at least abolished and imprisoned.

Wild old ghosts are hard to find.

You can find a ghost to fix it.

Li Gui and Guixiu looked similar.

They are all ghosts after death, and they have great power.

But their power system is completely different.

One uses ghost energy, and the other uses soul power.

The difference between the two is equivalent to demon energy and spiritual energy.

In a broad sense, there are two types of ghost cultivation.

One is that ghosts have embarked on the road of practice by chance.

One is that the monk preserved his soul through some special means afterwards, so that he could continue to practice.

The first kind can be said to be extinct now that resources are scarce.

The second is not an easy path.

The success rate is very low, but to practice in the ghost body, you not only have to face the regular thunder calamity, the pain of heart-eating pain, and the pain of forgetting your heart.

The first two are easy to understand, and the last refers to... you will gradually forget who you are.

First forget your own nature, forget your original heart, and then forget your memory when you were alive.

Monks are proud people during their lifetime.

They are proud of the situation and hold the stars in their hands.

Slay ghosts and ghosts, lie drunk among flowers and invite the moon.

They think they understand the reality of the world, go against the sky, and aim at longevity.

This kind of pride made them not pay much attention to Fan Xuan and the others.

This kind of pride does not prevent them from choosing such a path.

Can't eat, can't drink, can't smell, can't touch, almost can't see you, gradually loses self, has to be struck by lightning, has regular angina pectoris...

Thinking about it is not worth it.

"So can you find it?"

"Have."

"A ghost or a ghost?"

"It's two in one."

The female ghost was just an ordinary monk before she died, but she lived a miserable life and turned into a ghost after death.

After taking revenge, she was guided by an eminent monk, regained her sobriety, and embarked on the road of ghost cultivation.

After revenge, there is no obsession.

Practice has worn away the hostility in her body.

She just practiced slowly.

She doesn't care about the change of dynasty, nor does she care about the founding of the country.

When the thunder calamity arrives, you will come out to take the thunder, and if the soul is gone, it will be gone, and if it is not gone, it will continue.

Perhaps it was this mentality that allowed her to practice until now.

"So Buddhist? Doesn't that mean you don't care about money?"

"People are Buddhists, and they don't wait to die. Ghost cultivators also need resources. She will find them if she has a predestined relationship. Cultivators should work hard to cultivate normally, and see where they can go."

After doing my best.

if I get it I am lucky, but if not, it is fate.

This realm, this state of mind, has already killed [-]% of mediocrity in the incident.

"However, this monk Jiang is not 300 years old, but a Ming Dynasty man, 400 years old."

The ancestor ghost enshrined next door is from the Qing Dynasty.

Wu Ding looked at Fan Xuan with [Why are you so naive].

Fan Xuan immediately slapped himself on the forehead.

"I've been so busy lately."

They are just looking for faults, excuses, almost enough.

Could it be that there is a female ghost from the Qing Dynasty, so the "bad heart" is not a bragging?

Ms. Jiang's location is closer than imagined.

But when Wu Ding saw the final destination, he was still a little...unbelievable.

"Martyrs' Cemetery? The ghost you mentioned is in the Martyrs' Cemetery?!"

"Can't it? This is a good feng shui surrounded by mountains and gathering shade."

The country treats martyrs best.

Not only is Feng Shui excellent, but it is also guarded by high-level ghost cultivators.

Of course, the ghost cultivator doesn't live in front.

She lives in the mountain behind the cemetery.

As soon as Wu Ding stepped into the residence of a 400-year ghost cultivator, he immediately felt a strong yin energy.

The sun at noon is still overhead, but there is a feeling of sticking out at midnight, and the night is heavy and the dew is thick.

After walking a few more steps, the biting cold will penetrate into the body.

Fan Xuan next to him was already fully armed.

There is a faint golden light on his body, which is obviously a kind of magical protection.

Naturally, Wu Ding didn't need protection, but he didn't know the rules.

So he could only follow Fan Xuan, step by step, and follow Fan Xuan to invite people one by one.

After cleaning an altar.

Respectfully put the tribute, incense candles, and a glass of sake, and ask to see you.

As Fan Xuan said, that boss is quite easy-going.

After Fan Xuan said it three times according to the procedure.

A cloud of smoke appeared on the altar IQ.

A woman dressed in a Ming jacket skirt slowly came out of the mist.

Noble, elegant and graceful.

With just such a few simple steps, Wu Ding seemed to be watching a classic catwalk.

Show off the beauty of Zhang Hua in a luxurious Hanfu.

It shows the calm and indifferent self-cultivation of an ancient celebrity.

Between Bu Yao's ears, the jet-black hair set off a stunning face.

What is revealed between the brows is the silence and indifference of nothingness.

It seems that nothing can impress her, and nothing can be put in her eyes.

[Oh, she is a beautiful woman with a story.She is also an unimpressive beauty]

Let's talk about a beautiful and powerful beauty with a story.

Wu Ding can be considered to have seen the top group.

The beauty in front of him can still make his eyes shine.Not inferior to those few at all.

"It's not convenient for strangers to stay here for a long time, Master Fan, please make a long story short."

The beauty Guixiu looks with countless tenderness, and her personality is so decisive and direct.

Fan Xuan: ...

Wu Ding:? ? ?

Beauty:? ? ? ?

Fan Xuan: No, nothing, just a little stuck.

After all, look at the reason...

We're going to roll up our sleeves and beat up the evil cultivator next door, because we're transnational, we have to find some decent reason.

So come to my sister and you put on a play.

We killed that evil cultivator in the name of helping you seek revenge.

It's always embarrassing to say it.

After trying hard to speak, it was Ghost Xiu's turn to be silent.

A thousand words on his face couldn't be kept in his heart, and he couldn't open his mouth.

If this sister often surfs the Internet, she may sigh: It's not that I am conservative, but that society is changing too fast.

"Miss Jiang, although there are other ways to deal with this incident, if the girl is willing to come forward, a lot of things can be saved, and the army will be quicker. When you don't know any conspiracy and traps in the enemy's country, you can gain the advantage by grabbing the first move."

Fan Xuan's words moved people a little.

But judging from the expression of this beautiful ginger, it seems that she is still stuck in embarrassment and reluctance.

"The concubine has never... deceived others. I am afraid that I will not be able to do it."

Jiang Meili's life is absolutely wonderful and magnificent.

She had a happy childhood, and was deceived, used, betrayed, and hurt repeatedly after the age of six.

After the only happiness was taken away, and powerless to revenge.

She is dead, and she will use death to avenge her.

She is a monk, and she knows how to make it easier for her to become a ghost.

Alive, she failed to do anything to those people.

If she dies, she will avenge herself.

She did it.

She was also lucky to meet a nobleman after her death, and she had a choice other than being lost.

Regardless of whether she was alive or dead, Jiang Damei had no experience of acting and deception.

She's always been the straight-talking type.

This is especially true for Buddhist practice after becoming a ghost cultivator.

"I'm afraid I'll miss Master Fan's affairs. I don't want to try to deceive anyone."

"Jiang Daoyou, if you are willing to help us, you can give us the basic reward of high-grade Lingyu, Yunpo Zhenlian, Siyingsha, Shuiyinjing, Hongyanyinyu, Xuanyunyuxianxue... I can give all of these You get it."

Jiang Guixiu: ... My heart is moved.

These are items she desperately needs.

As a ghost cultivator, there are really things that make ghosts uncomfortable in this world today.

It's uncomfortable every time I go out.

She has gradually left the Buddhist school and has become unwilling to go out.

Such a state is not conducive to her practice.

Just when she was thinking that maybe the next thunder disaster would be her fate, another opportunity was placed in front of her now.

"Jiang Daoyou don't need to worry too much. Not every lady is full of emotions, tears like rain, and her voice is hoarse when she seeks revenge. We can discuss this slowly on the road."

Wu Ding's smile is very soothing.

He handed over a special feather coat.

"This is..." Ghost Xiu's eyes lit up as soon as he put it on.

"It's specially made by the elders in the family. It can effectively isolate some ionizing radiation. For Miss Jiang, it should be much more comfortable."

Sounds a bit like the ubiquitous maternity clothes on Taobao?

Quail birds are made according to this principle.

It's just made of imperial house leaves plus silk and silver threads.

The whole body is white and light, soft and smooth to the touch, and it still glows with silver light in the sun.

Not to mention the appearance.

The main function is not just radiation, it also has the function of resisting danger and exorcising evil.

Jiang Meili, who knows the goods, learned that this dress is also one of the rewards.

This can no longer hold back the heart that is no longer beating, but is screaming desperately.

Just the second she nodded.

Fan Xuan made a phone call.

The state machine was working again.

The monk circles across the country stared blankly at the announcement.

Huaxia officials angrily accused Bangzi of a cultivator's slave ghost for betraying and hurting a respected female ghost comrade in Huaxia.

They want justice for this.

A photo was also thrown out, which was a piece of blood-stained silk handkerchief, a broken sachet, and an old love letter as evidence.

He accuses the male ghost, betrays his promises, commits suicide and seeks wealth.

It is scheduled to be officially visited on the first day of next month.

Calculate the old accounts of the year.

There is vengeance for vengeance, there is vengeance for vengeance.

On the first day of next month...

Wait, isn't it just three days later? !

The author has something to say: I think you should be able to understand me very well, the shortness of tonight.

After all, double 11