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Wang Ping looked strange and didn't understand what Li Zhan meant at all.

Celebrating Ching Ming Festival to become stronger? It was the first time he had heard such a statement.

"Could it be that worshiping ancestors in Huangquan Minghe can increase Taoism?" Wang Ping said the only possibility that came to his mind.

Li Zhan shook his head.

Li Zhan was not surprised by Wang Ping's surprise. Basically, all the people who came to Huangquan Minghe did not understand that Huangquan Minghe had this kind of expression when they heard the Qingming Festival.

"It's not that we worship our ancestors to increase Taoism, but it's almost the same. Every year on the day of Huangquan Styx, Styx will become special, and a mysterious power will appear. This force is not only mandatory to prevent us from killing, but also magical and unpredictable. "

"This kind of magic and unpredictability makes us worship our ancestors, because as long as we devoutly go to the Styx River to worship our ancestors, Styx seems to be able to feel our piety and give us the gift of Styx."

"This kind of gift varies according to the degree of piety. The bottom stone of the Yellow Spring on the altar that my Li family used to suspend the palace tower was obtained on Qingming Festival."

Li Zhan's words sounded, and Wang Ping was shocked.

"What? Yellow spring bottom stone? Suspended palace tower? How big is that piece, at least one meter in size."

Wang Ping doesn't know Huangquan Styx, but he still has some understanding of resource items, and the "Dao" software has an introduction.

After all, I have never seen a pig run, but I have seen pork.

The bottom stone of Huangquan has a magical function, which can generate a flood of air waves. People can exercise themselves in such air waves. It is definitely a rare body forging item.

The Styx, even if it is "the king", cannot dive, nor can water ghosts, that is the only water that water ghosts are afraid of.

Anyone who touches the Styx will surely die.

There is a saying in Huangquan Styx, jumping into the Styx, there is death but not life.

This is what Styx is terrifying.

However, the bottom of the Yellow Spring is only available at the bottom of the Styx River, so it is conceivable that the bottom of the Yellow Spring is precious.

If you want to get the bottom stone of the Yellow Spring, you can only follow the fate. See if you pass the Styx River one day, maybe because of the rapid river water, a piece of the bottom stone of the Yellow Spring will be washed up.

However, the bottom stones of the Yellow Springs that can be washed up are all small and pitiful, and the biggest is no more than a slap.

The bottom stone of the Li family's yellow spring is a full one meter, how can Wang Ping not be shocked.

"It's such a waste to actually use that thing to suspend the palace tower and punish the heavenly objects." Wang Ping muttered.

Li Qing's mouth twitched and he chose to ignore Wang Ping's words.

Li Zhan didn't pay attention to Wang Ping's words, as if he was thinking of himself.

"The Styx has many miracles, like a natural treasure, and Qingming Energy Saving brings us treasures, which is why I said that Qingming Energy Saving is stronger."

"It's not just the ghosts of the Yellow River Styx who like to celebrate the Qingming Festival. On this day every year, the kings of other domains also come to celebrate the Qingming Festival and want to get the treasures of the Ming River."

Wang Ping understands that the Qingming Festival in Huangquan Minghe is really a magical festival.

Meanwhile, Wang Ping became more and more curious.

What the hell is the Styx, and how can it have such a magical power? Is this related to the creation of reincarnation by human ancestors?

"Little friend Zhang Hao and the others should come back and go to Styx with my Li family. This is the safest way."

After a pause, Li Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was leisurely.

"The Qingming Festival is a day of no killing. On this day, the Yellow Springs and the Styx River will live in peace. However, once the Qingming Festival is over, it is like that extremes will reverse. After not killing, there will be endless killings, and there will be blood splashes."

Wang Ping's eyes flickered, and he nodded irrefutably: "The status quo of the ancient Yin Qi outbreak cannot exist in peace. Where there are ghosts, there will be killings. Peace is only temporary."

The mysterious power of Styx only lasts for one day. After the power disappears, the ghosts will no longer be bound and can be killed.

Those ghosts who received gifts from the Styx on Qingming Festival, if they do not have strong strength, if they are not properly hidden, they are destined to be robbed.

The place where the ancient yin qi erupted is a cruel place, and the law of the weak is the unchanging rule here.

Murder is a common occurrence.

"The one-meter-large Huangquan bottom stone also has a significant effect on "proclaiming the king". Back then, our Li family was able to bring the Huangquan bottom stone back safely and paid a big price."

Li Qing's eyes were sharp, flashing with awe-inspiring light, and his gentle aura became cold.

Compared with ghosts, perhaps human beings are more emotional. They have not eliminated their emotions and desires. They are not as indifferent and ruthless as ghosts. Almost every Qingming Festival, human beings can always get benefits.

It is for this reason that if those ghost exorcists who come here to celebrate the Qingming Festival alone, in all likelihood, they will encounter a situation where the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole behind.

"Little friend Wang Ping, did you ask Owl God just now, right? I think Owl God will be back today, after all, when night falls, when the Ming River Qingming begins, Owl God can't do anything if he wants to kill... "Li Zhan said.

Li Qing echoed: "Xiaoshen came to Huangquan Minghe a few days ago and talked to me. He came to Huangquan Minghe here for the Qingming Festival. He will come to my Li's house for a day off today."

As soon as his voice came out, the spirits of the elders present in the Li family shone and disappeared in a flash.

"I'm here for the Ching Ming Festival. Could it be because of that?" Elder Li murmured and glanced at Wang Ping without a trace.

"Is he really here for the Qingming Festival, or for the killing after the Qingming Festival?"

"Who knows, no one in the entire ghost exorcism world can guess Owl God's thoughts. The God of Cooking who has the best relationship with him is the only one who understands him. Unfortunately, God of Cooking is dead."

Wang Ping heard everyone's words.

Before he could ask his question, the previous elder from the Li family looked over curiously: "Little friend Wang Ping, you came to Huangquan Minghe, apart from looking for little friend Zhang Hao and the others, are you also here for Xiaoshen?"

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "That's not true, I'm just curious about Owl God. If you can, I'll take a look at Owl God."

"Isn't the exorcism world curious about Owl God? No one has seen his appearance and his true identity. Actually, I am also very curious."

Hearing this, Elder Li nodded lightly with thought: "Oh, is that so?"

at this time.

"Patriarch, the fellow Daoists from the ghost exorcism training camp are back." A young man from the Li family ran in to report.

Wang Ping looked surprised.

Zhang Hao and the others are back!

The Li family is guarded like an ancient city of gods, and outside the ancient city towering like mountains, Zhang Hao and the others came to talk and laugh.

"We are really lucky. We just happened to meet the Qingming Festival in Huangquan Minghe. I don't know what I can get tomorrow." Shangguan Jianguo was refreshed and refreshed.

Lu Hongwu smiled heartily and joked: "Ajian, you'd better not bring this kind of thinking, not everyone can get something on Styx Ching Ming Festival, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment."

At this time, Chu Lili murmured to herself: "It's a pity that Wang Ping didn't come, or with his temperament, he would definitely participate in the Styx Qingming Festival."

Zhang Yan on the side nodded again and again: "Yes, it's a pity, I should have informed Mr. Wang Ping earlier."

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