The underworld Yin God is missing, and the divine artifact suppresses the underworld and guides the cycle of reincarnation.

This kind of reincarnation is naturally fair and orderly, but lacks forgiveness. Similarly, once the gate of ghosts is closed, the lonely ghosts will stay in the world, and will be rampant and no one can cure them.

With Zhang Daoran's arrival, the ghosts in the yard felt instinctively fear. They curled up into a ball, but refused to step into the gate of hell. The screaming and harshness were extremely shrill.

"If I hadn't set up a formation to isolate this place, the residents here would have had nightmares..."

When Zhang Daoran discovered that this place was abnormal, his first reaction was that monsters and monsters deliberately opened the gate of ghosts, allowing the ghosts in the underworld to leave the underworld and rage the world.

When I got here, I realized that it was an ordinary person who accidentally opened the gates of hell.

Zhang Daoran ignored the ghosts that were squeezed into a ball and made great strides to the collapsed altar: "If the altar is there, the incense will not be extinguished, and the white candle will not be extinguished, and the ghosts will naturally not be confused. Ordinary people can open the gates of hell, which is a disaster..."

After looking at Master Zeng who was scared to death, Zhang Daoran sighed: "It's your duty to die at this time..."

Master Zeng not only became a life of greed, but also wanted to blame him for this matter. How can this be hidden from Zhang Daoran? Even though Zhang Daoran is broad-minded, he is still a little angry.

Picking up the divine picture of the falling altar, Zhang Daoran was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that you, an ordinary person, actually know how to draw divine pictures..."

At this time, Master Zeng's soul was out of his body and he stood beside the corpse in a daze. Perhaps he hadn't understood why he died like this.

"I hope you can understand something when you go to Huangquan. In the next life, don't be so greedy... You have no Taoist practices, how can an ordinary person control it?"

Shaking his head, Master Zeng, by chance, comprehended metaphysics and drew a divine picture that guided the demon god. He himself didn't know that the method of doing it was not feasible, and he had to go through midnight, or end the method before midnight.

Now, we are even more catching up with the alternation of yin and yang, balance of yin and yang, and the way of all things is revived. Wouldn’t it be a way to open the altar to seek death?

"Master...Master..."

At this time, Master Zeng walked out of confusion. He saw Zhang Daoran at first sight. He became a ghost and realized that Zhang Daoran was like a god. His merits were turned into a Dharma theory, covering his body, and unable to identify his face.

This golden light made him, as a ghost, feel a trace of awe from the bottom of his heart.

Instinctively knelt on the ground, Master Zeng kept kowtowing and begging: "Please save me...Please save me..."

Master Zeng thought that there would be such a practitioner in the realm of the world. No, this is a god...

In the entire yard, countless ghosts instinctively retreated when they saw this god and did not dare to move forward. Master Zeng opened the casket for himself and felt ashamed: "I am so ignorant and so overestimated..."

The practice of opening the hall requires certain cultivation support. At least, the practice of opening the hall has the ability to deal with it when an accident occurs. Unlike now, the gates of hell are opened and ghosts are surging out.

If he had a certain level of cultivation, he would have discovered an abnormality in the sky above the yard, found a way to deal with it, and closed the gates of hell again. In this way, everything he did would not be in vain and would not be killed.

"Your fate is determined, and you should die tonight..."

Zhang Daoran glanced at Master Zeng indifferently: "Asan was the one who brought the matter to himself. He harmed too many people. If he did evil in his destiny, he would be rewarded by heaven...Asan is unsuccessful, otherwise how could I not take action and let evil charms roam the world?"

Master Zeng's ghost was a little dazed. He suddenly realized that the person with golden light on his body was the little Taoist priest Huang An wanted to make trouble.

Surprised and unbelievable, Master Zeng never expected that this little Taoist priest would have such supernatural powers.

"I really don't have a chance to survive?"

Master Zeng was a little desperate: "What about my family?"

"Your family?"

Zhang Daoran put down the magic picture in his hand and his body was erratic: "Sometimes you must have it in your destiny. If you do evil, you will be able to collect it... You still don't understand this? What kind of fate is your family? I don't want to interfere. You know what kind of virtue your family is..."

Master Zeng's soul trembled and almost collapsed.

What evil did his family do?

Not to mention his daughter, his son, who followed him to deceive others as a child, was his prop for lying. His wife has fooled countless people.

As for him, he pretended to be a charlatan and called himself the Lord of Savior. How could Huang An not say that this time it was his plan?

"If you do evil in the world, you will be tried by the underworld after death. If you borrow the name of ghosts and gods, your family will be the same... Now you won't return to the underworld because of your soul, and you will also experience the sadness of the human world in the future..."

Zhang Daoran can change a person's fate, but he will never tamper with the way of heaven.

Master Zeng’s own destiny belongs to him. Naturally, the destiny of his family has already been fixed.

"well..."

Zhang Daoran sighed, waved his sleeves, and a terrifying suction came from the gate of hell... The clouds in the sky disintegrated in an instant... The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the sky is clear.

Master Zeng was shocked. He didn't expect that this little Taoist priest had such powerful magic power that he could control the gates of ghosts.

Just as he was about to beg again, the terrifying suction at the gate of hell sucked him into it.

Zhang Daoran's eyes were like lightning, piercing through the void, stretched out a hand, and grabbed it in the void, and a few evil ghosts who had hidden themselves in the hidden place in the room instantly dissipated their evil spirits and were led into the underworld by the Ghost Gate.

"The world of the world is not a place where you stay for a long time, but you will still return to the underworld. From then on, you will accept the fate arrangement..."

His eyes scanned the void and swept the entire formation in every corner until all the ghosts entered the gate of ghosts. Zhang Daoran closed the gate of ghosts.

After thinking about it, Zhang Daoran's thoughts moved, and several divine patterns appeared on his eyebrows, which were printed on the gate of ghosts.

The originally gray gate of ghosts opened up in an instant, and there were faint sounds of immortals: "Ghost gate is the gate of ghosts that connects the underworld and the world of the world. Unexpectedly, it has been destroyed..."

His eyes looked like the void: "It's time for them to go down the mountain and capture these hundreds of years of escaped ghosts back to the underworld..."

With a thought moving, the surrounding formation was put away by Zhang Daoran.

Slowly lifting off, Zhang Daoran looked at the entrance of the village, then looked at A San lying on the recliner, his face was full of helplessness: "You have to repay the evil you have done yourself... If you are innocent, why should I stand by? Huang An... so do you. Even if you cultivate yourself, you cannot erase your past sins..."

Leaving a sigh, Zhang Daoran disappeared instantly.

At the entrance of the village, Huang An, who was sitting in the car, trembled inexplicably and felt a very uneasy feeling: "Go..."

He felt that an invisible hand seemed to have grasped his lifeline.

Perhaps, this invisible big hand can kill him in the next moment.

Hu Quan was a little puzzled, but he still took a photo of the driver: "Master Huang asked you to leave...Master Huang, where will you go?"

Huang An calmed down. He got off the car first and looked at the direction of Master Zeng’s home: “I always feel something wrong. I can’t explain clearly what it is…”

He got into the car and frowned.
Chapter completed!