Chapter 112

As soon as the hundred ghosts walk at night, the night was undoubtedly sucked into the world. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the world of purgatory.

Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and there are ghosts everywhere. Their thoughts contain resentment and hatred for the world, attacking the night spiritually.

Jing Ye had to use the fire of will to fight back, but these ghosts did not seem to be broken, killing one or two, which made the night fall into a bitter battle.

The resentment in these resentful spirits permeates the will of the night, and the constant loss corrupts his will.

"Why did you abandon me... I hate this world!" A baby moaned.

"Why did you leave me... All the men in the world deserve to die!" A messy female ghost said.

“...... Kill... Kill everyone!"

"There is no hope... Destroy the world..."

Such a spiritual impact is a floating cloud in front of the will of the fire of the night, but if the floating clouds are endless, it will form a storm. Even if the night is a god, it will be worn out and tired.

When the night was about to collapse, he had no choice but to summon the human demons in the world in the sixth level of the soul that also belonged to the resentful spirit to fight.

However, these demons ran out of energy in the last one under the continuous attack, and they hid in the soul one after another. Of course, the night is to get a gasp during this period, the calming spell, the lazy people's mind to operate, and his soul fluctuation and the imprint of his will have been re-established.

A sense of pride in the night's heart was stirred away and shouted, "If you want to fight, white-haired brother, do you dare to make the storm more violent?"

With this, the group of ghosts were even crazier, as if they had eaten **, and the night fell into a bitter battle again.

The will of fire, the nature of wood, the protection of earth, the punishment of gold, the purification of water, the belief of darkness, and the way of the holy king are honed in the torrent of ghosts at night.

The night was painful and happy, and he roared, "If you work harder, why are you so weak?"

Chen Ping blocked his heart in one breath and quickly turned into a vast anger, and his firepower continued to increase. Every time the night is really unbearable, I will call out a little brother to resist and take the opportunity to recover...

There is no time in the fantasy world. Under the grinding of the night in the fantasy world, the cultivation of spiritual yin power rises steadily, and the application of various mental ideas is becoming more and more familiar. Finally, he was happy to find that his yin and yang power had reached more than 800. He could see the twenty-seventh chapter of the Lazy Heart Sutra: good deeds are helpless, good words are flawless, those who are good at numbers do not need to plan, those who are good at closing are keyless and cannot be opened, and those who are good at knots are unsolevable without rope.

It is said that the saint is good at saving people without abandoning people, and always saving things without abandoning things.

Therefore, the good man is the teacher of the unkind person, the unkind person, and the good man's posture. He doesn't value his teacher and doesn't love his resources. Although he is a fan of wisdom, it is a wonderful thing.

It means that all kinds of behaviors in the world are wonderful to be proficient to a certain extent. Good deeds, good words, good numbers, good closure, good knots can enter the Tao, even if you kill pigs and slaughter cattle, you can enter the Tao.

So no one can't understand the Tao, and there is nothing that can't enter the Tao.

So those who are good at the way should learn from the deeper people, and at the same time, they should learn from those who are lost. No one cares, nothing melts.

The explanation of the Lazy Heart Sutra is: those who can't be mysterious, those who are not allowed to enter after three years, and those who have changed their points can die in the morning.

Lazy people are careless and have nothing to do. The world is practicing, interesting, worldly, and graceful. There is no distinction between good and evil, and they are all in my palm. Taoist demons can't distinguish, and they are lazy.

After reading the explanation of the Lazy Heart Sutra, his courage in his heart has increased, and his enthusiasm for life is also strong. He savored it carefully in his heart and sighed: What a worldly quality, and the Taoist demons can't distinguish it. That's the advantage of going to the river during the Qingming Festival.

What a good person, nothing, no difference between good and evil, all in my palm, this is the real meaning of the soul. Then let me turn into a group of ghosts, the scene world!

When the night's heart moved, the soul was wide open. A thought of no one was invincible and nothing was added to the soul, and an ancient and majestic idea in the soul was stimulated. At this moment, the night really experienced a trace of power of the soul.

The mountains and seas of ghosts at night seem to be powerless in front of the soul. As soon as all the resentment enters the soul, they are transformed by a golden light and become pure elves, automatically scattered to all corners of the world of the soul.

The night noticed that there was a strong fluctuation of faith in the golden light. Is the golden light the power of faith? Does this soul need to be sacrificed with the power of faith?

There is a faint understanding in the heart of the night!

The demons are exhausted, and the universe is clear. Adhering to the tenet of being invincible and invincible, he put away the hundred ghosts' night map with divine thoughts.

Chen Ping suddenly felt that he had lost control of the Hundred Ghosts Night Map, and the map suddenly shrank. The night flew out of it, and the picture was included in his space ring.

The night sighed in his heart: This "Hengshan saves people, Hengshan saves things" is really wonderful, which makes me infinitely happy in my heart. In this case, isn't it yours or mine, and mine is yours?

At the same time, he thought more: Can I really place my thoughts on others and then take others for my own use?

As soon as such an idea came out, he suddenly became even more happy.

Jing Ye said, "Brother, thank you for your gift. I will take good care of this picture for you."

Chen Ping's face turned into a pig's liver color, and he regretted it in his heart: "This is the picture that my mother modified for me. It contains my mother's illusion. Now that it's lost, my mother will definitely scold me."

Jing Ye was in a trance at this time. He experienced a new artistic conception from this chapter of Lazy Heart Sutra. The content of the previous chapters is the way to cultivate oneself, whether it is a shadow split or a Taoist demon body. The mind of a lazy person also makes himself lazy and empty. But this chapter began to involve others, which seemed to spread the lazy method from being used by yourself to being used by others. The whole mood has grown a lot, and it will not be limited to the level of guarding the heart and lazy temperament.

This realm of no one is indoing, and nothing is simply like the realm of "heaven and earth are born with me, and all things are the same as me" that the old guy told himself.

Big, really big, this big realm makes the night very happy. He also understood that the artistic conception of this lazy scripture has begun to expand from the inner saint's inner mood to the inner king's inner mood.

Not bad, not bad. Jiang Ye praised in his heart, and at the same time, there was a happy expression on his face.

But as soon as this expression fell on Chen Ping's eyes, it became ** naked humiliation. He was originally a calm person, which was the basic mind of a person who painted the Tao, so he soon calmed down.

He started with the painting summoner and entered the field of illusionist, which is full of genius, but if he did not have a family background, he would not be able to enter such a realm at such a young age.

His trembling hand took out a picture from the space ring and stroked it carefully with his hand, as if facing the skin of his lover.

He sighed in his heart, "Father, will you be disappointed to see me like this?"

Thinking of his father's various things, his tears couldn't help flowing out of his eyes. He clenched his fist and made up his mind: "Father, I must continue to become stronger. This time, I must get the inheritance of the God King, and the greater the hope of saving you, so this is the only way."

He bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, spit out a mouthful of blood on the ancient picture scroll with a solemn and simple fluctuating atmosphere, and said hoarsely: "Fighter!"

This picture is supposed to come out with four words, which is three times more spiritual power than the previous picture.

As soon as this picture came out, the wind on the ring roared, and the air could not withstand the pressure. Unexpectedly, there was a sound of thunder breaking through the air. Chen Ping used this picture on the ground and took a big mouthful of air.

However, he was overjoyed: "Well, it's finally used. No matter how strong you are, you can't escape the fate of being sealed and becoming a chess piece on my chessboard."

Ge Qian's face suddenly turned as cold as frost. He lost his voice and said, "Twenty years ago, the famous ethereal Taoist map? Is he the son of Chen Song, who was suppressed by Daomen?

Alpha's mouth was also wide open, as if he had been forced to stuff several eggs. It took him a long time to come to his senses: "Isn't it not destroyed? With this picture, Chen Ping has the capital to get the first place.

Ge Qian sat weakly in the chair and worried about the night.