No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right?

Kukai froze.

He did see a beam of golden light flashing just now, not far away.

It's a pity that the white mist covered his sight and he couldn't see who it was.

"Is it a strong Taoist, or a Buddhist monk?"

Kukai was a little surprised.

There are only a handful of existences that can condense the golden light of degrees in the entire Jin country.

It is extremely difficult for a monk to condense the golden light.

First of all, it is necessary to gather the power of a thousand virtues. This power of a thousand virtues cannot be obtained by killing a thousand resentful souls.

It is the real degree of transformation. It took Kukai fifteen years to gather the power of more than six hundred and seventy meritorious virtues.

There is still a long way to go to make up a thousand dao, and even if you condense the power of a thousand dao merits, you can only shape the golden body of Buddhism, and then accumulate and transform it into golden light.

Therefore, those who can possess the golden light are all masters of the Tao, the real masters of the Tao.

The golden light shines all over, washing away resentment.

There has been turmoil in the Linhe ghost tomb recently, but it was just a little turmoil. The eminent monk in the temple thought that the seal of the Linhe ghost tomb was a little loose, and asked him to come and investigate.

Unless the ghost king is resurrected, otherwise, it is impossible to attract a master of Taoism.

"I think I should be a senior, but unfortunately, I can't wander around. There are still two benefactors here. If I leave, ghost cultivators will come to trouble them."

Kukai felt a little uncomfortable, he wanted to meet this master.

But thinking of Ye Ping and Su Changyu by the side, he didn't dare to leave, lest he leave and let those ghost cultivators sneak in.

It was at this time.

In the white mist, a group of lonely ghosts gathered.

"Why did Lan'er and Yang Wen go for such a long time and didn't come back?"

"Yeah, it's been half an hour. If it drags on, once the formation disappears, it will be troublesome."

"Are they in danger?"

There are about 20 or 30 of these lonely ghosts, and they are considered a small force in the Linhe Ghost Tomb. They usually catch lonely monks and absorb their yang energy.

"Impossible, those two are just Qi-training monks, Yang Wen and Lan'er are at least the Great Consummation of Ghost Soldiers, which is equivalent to the completion of Qi training, unless they provoke that monk, but I haven't noticed the power of Buddhism."

The leading man said so with a very firm tone.

"My lord, is it possible that those two people are pretending to be pigs and eating tigers. They seem to be in the Qi training state, but they are actually foundation-building monks, just trying to attract us?"

"Otherwise, two qi training monks, one of whom is still on the second floor of qi training, dare to come to the river ghost grave?"

A resentful soul said so, looking very curious.

As soon as these words were said, the rest of the wild ghosts couldn't help being stunned.

If you think about it carefully, it's really possible.

"It shouldn't be possible. There are millions of resentful souls in Linhe Ghost Tomb. Maybe he can fool us, but he can't fool other evil spirits. Even if it is true, there is no need to worry."

"I have already broken through to the ghost realm, even if the two of them are monks who have completed the Foundation Establishment, they can't do anything to me."

"Could it be that they can still condense into golden light?"

The leader of this group of wild ghosts is very confident. He is a monk in the ghost warrior realm, which is equivalent to the foundation building realm of monks.

In addition, this place is Linhe Ghost Tomb, which is an innate bonus for them.

In a battle of the same realm, even if he can't fight, it is absolutely impossible to die in the opponent's hands, so he has nothing to fear.

Therefore, all ghost cultivators nodded one after another.

Indeed, even if Ye Ping and Su Changyu really pretended to be pigs and eat tigers, so what?

Is it possible that Jindan pretends to practice Qi?

This is basically impossible, and it is impossible for Jindan Daoist to come to such a place.

It's impossible to really hit the golden light, right?

Just when the ghost cultivators were thinking.

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

"I'm coming!"

As the sound sounded, all the resentful souls cheered up one after another.

Sure enough, a familiar figure appeared in the eyes of the ghosts.

All of a sudden, these resentful souls were excited one by one.

"Don't move around, let him come over a little bit, so as not to be spoiled by that smelly monk."

"And don't kill him directly, scare him first, scare him to death, we'd better absorb Yang Qi."

The leader of this group of lonely souls spoke to tell the resentful souls not to get excited, and waited for Ye Ping to get closer before making a move.

"Boss, don't worry, I will definitely scare him out of his wits."

"Hey hey, it's not easy for someone to come, we must play slowly."

"Yeah, I just hope this guy won't be scared to death by us like the guy last time."

The group of wild ghosts laughed, they looked very excited and couldn't wait.

Not far away.

Ye Ping held the flying sword in his hand and looked very depressed.

He is depressed.

Didn't they say that this is Linhe Ghost Tomb? Why did it take almost an incense stick of time to go, and I didn't see a single ghost from the lonely grave.

Where is the ghost?

Where did you go?

Are they all dead?

Ye Ping was very sad, he had finally learned the method of transcendence, and was thinking of earning some merit, but he didn't expect that he didn't meet a single ghost.

This feeling is uncomfortable, Ye Ping can't describe it.

Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help feeling resentful.

But at this moment, Ye Ping couldn't help being taken aback suddenly.

The Taishang Huajing not only saves the souls of the dead, but also saves resentment.

Now that I have resentment, can I get rid of it?

If you save yourself by yourself, will there be any merit?

If there is merit, wouldn't it be possible to produce and sell it by yourself?

Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but patted his head, and a beam of pale golden light entered his body from the sky cap.

This is the degree of golden light.

The next moment, an indescribable feeling appeared.

As if entering the sage mode, all troubles, pressure, and depression disappeared.

The only pity is that I don't get merit.

But this feeling is very good, there is a feeling of enlightenment and wisdom, which makes people feel happy.

"Although there is no power of merit, it is not bad to let oneself enter the state of enlightenment, open wisdom, and eliminate troubles."

Ye Ping made a self-assessment.

There is no power of merit, but it can eliminate troubles, which is very good.

However, when Ye Ping was thinking.

Suddenly, gusts of wind blew.

In an instant, some low and hoarse voices sounded.

"I died so badly."

The voice was extremely low, with a kind of wailing, which sounded creepy.

At this moment Ye Ping was stunned.

Clouds of black mist appeared and turned into evil ghosts, headless ghosts, ghosts with severed limbs, and some resentful souls, all stained with blood, looking horrible.

There was a gust of wind, and the sound of wailing, dozens of resentful souls crawled on the ground, staring at Ye Ping with great resentment.

These resentful souls couldn't help laughing when they saw Ye Ping who was already 'foolishly' in place, thinking that Ye Ping had been frightened.

They enjoy the fear.

However, in the next moment.

Ye Ping came back to his senses, with surprise in his eyes.

Uh?

surprise? ? ?

The ghosts were taken aback.

What does it mean?

Shouldn't it be fear?

Why are you still showing surprise?

The resentful souls were a little confused.

And Ye Ping, who came back to his senses, was indeed full of joy.

He searched for a stick of incense, but he didn't find a single resentful soul, but he didn't expect dozens of resentful souls to appear all at once.

How can this not make him happy?

"I'm so wronged to die."

"I'm in so much pain."

"I'm so sad."

At this moment, a resentful soul covered in blood came to Ye Ping's feet, he grabbed Ye Ping's ankle, his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

This is a hanged ghost with blue strangle marks around his neck.

The Hanged Ghost looked straight at Ye Ping, he was looking forward to Ye Ping's next performance.

But the next moment, Ye Ping squatted down directly, looking at the hanged ghost with compassion on his face.

"Are you really in pain?"

Ye Ping asked compassionately.

When the voice sounded, the hanged ghost couldn't help being stunned?

What do you mean?

Why do you ask me if it hurts?

I, you still want to detach me?

Brother, be serious, okay? I am a ghost.

Can you give some normal human response.

Just cry and show me, okay?

The hanged ghost couldn't help complaining in his heart.

But even though he complained in his heart, the hanged ghost still looked at Ye Pingdao very miserable.

"Yeah, I'm in so much pain, can you help me?"

The hanged ghost's words were full of misery, and his eyes revealed even more resentment.

But right now.

Ye Ping's voice rang in his ears.

"It's okay, you won't be in pain soon."

The voice rang out.

Before waiting for the hanged ghost to react.

A beam of golden light appeared in Ye Ping's palm.

In an instant, all the resentful souls were stunned.

Degree of golden light?