Mirroring the changes

Amidst the vastness of heaven and earth, the mysterious man raised his head.

A cold flash passed through his eyes, wandering around, and finally fell on the white tomb, frowning slightly: "Why is the luck so bad!"

The next moment, he waved his sleeves lightly.

Countless intricate characters appeared on the tombstone, changing and reorganizing, and soon turned into an entrance.

The mysterious man snorted coldly and disappeared in front of him in a blink of an eye.

When he looked again, the tombstone was still a tombstone, without a single word.

The three lonely lamps in front of the tombstone were still as calm as usual.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

But under the cemetery was another scene.

On a wide altar, the green ghost flames lit up every corner.

In a trance, the originally dim underground tomb chamber now looked even more terrifying and weird.

At the head of the altar was the left envoy of light in gorgeous clothes. He glanced slightly at the audience. These were the only core disciples left in the Ghost Cult.

The leader on the left was a Taoist priest dressed as a copper bell master holding a bell, and behind him stood He Cangwu, the ghost crow messenger who was appointed by the ghost left messenger as the new ghost son.

On the right was the cool and charming red snake master, and her disciple, the black rope messenger Jing Congling.

There were many unfamiliar faces among them.

The left messenger of light didn't know them either, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he thought of this.

Today is the annual ghost fire meeting.

It is one of the most grand festivals of the ghost sect.

In the past, all the elite disciples of the ghost sect would gather here on this day.

The whole hall was packed, and everyone wanted to ask for a glass of wine.

It was said that there was singing and dancing, but they didn't go home drunk.

But this year...

Even the seats were not full, it was a bit deserted.

When did my ghost sect reach such a situation!

Alas~

With a long sigh, the left messenger of light couldn't help but feel sad.

At this moment, the ghost flame behind him flashed with a "boom".

Then the whole hall was suddenly ablaze!

The originally dark tomb was instantly illuminated.

It was as if they were welcoming their master.

The ghost left envoy's eyes condensed, and the next moment he felt a tall man next to him. His face turned pale and he almost crawled on the ground: "Welcome the master out of retreat!"

The two venerables also reacted very quickly, kneeling down and bowing their heads: "Welcome the master out of retreat!"

The others also reacted immediately.

"Welcome the master out of retreat!"

"The ghost ghost cave, thousands of years!"

He Cangwu raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of pale eyes.

These eyes are very different from ordinary eyes. The pupil in the middle is only the size of a soybean, jumping up and down.

At this time, he has cultivated the "ghost ghost eye" to a small success, so he can see the scene on the altar clearly.

In the crazy surging green flames, a very tall figure loomed.

He was tall with a head full of messy hair and an amazing momentum.

It was the mysterious man who came out from underground.

Unexpectedly, he was the leader of the Ghost Cult - Mu Hongye!

Mu Hongye turned his back to the Ghost Left Envoy, with his hands behind his back, and had no intention of letting him get up.

Seeing this, the Ghost Left Envoy's heart, which was originally hanging, became even more nervous: It's over, the leader must be punishing him!

During the period when the Ghost Leader was in seclusion, the entire Ghost Cult was led by the Ghost Left Envoy.

But during this period, the Ghost Cult was defeated by the Killing Temple several times.

The most important thing is that the sect's luck has also been affected, so that now compared with the leader before the seclusion, the luck is less than 30%.

This is something he can't cover up.

He dared not hesitate anymore, and just when he was about to explain, Mu Hongye raised his hand: "Today is the Ghost Fire Meeting, don't ruin the mood."

Then he turned his head and gave the Light Left Envoy a cold look.

The Light Left Envoy couldn't help but shudder, just stood up slightly and said yes.

Mu Hongye waved his arms, and the green flames in the hall all returned to calm as if they had heard the command.

Only a few "clangs" were heard in the ears, and golden streams of light jumped out of the flames.

All flew towards Mu Hongye in the middle of the altar.

Mu Hongye's tiger body shook, and he had changed his clothes.

He turned around slowly, but he had become a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a majestic look.

Looking at the disciples kneeling in front of him, Mu Hongye began to mourn the Ghost Fire Club:

"Fire~Welcome the soul~"

"Return...Return..."

...

'Woo~Woo~'

Every time Mu Hongye recited a sentence, the disciples in the audience followed him.

There was a bit of desolation in his tone.

The Ghost Fire Club itself is a grand event for the Ghost Cult to commemorate the dead.

Every year when it opens, the host will recite the "Soul Summoning Mantra".

The intention is to gather the dead who died for the Ghost Cult with the living and accept the baptism of the "Ghost Will-O-Won's Fire".

At this time, the Ghost Cult leader shouted the soul-calling spell, which instantly caused many believers to cry.

Who would have thought that the largest sect in Southern Xinjiang would decline so quickly?

After reciting the soul-calling spell, the whole hall was covered with a layer of sadness.

Seeing this, Mu Hongye knew that the Ghost Cult must have experienced some great changes in the two years of his retreat.

There was no mood to stay any longer. He immediately shook his body and turned into a ball of ghost will-o'-the-wisp and disappeared in the hall.

After arranging the matters, the Ghost Left Envoy also left in a hurry.

Soon he came to a very hidden secret room.

This secret room was not big, but it was isolated from the outside world. It was the place where the leader had secret discussions with the left and right envoys.

At this moment, in the secret room, Mu Hongye had been waiting for a long time.

He sat cross-legged with a small red clay stove in front of him.

At this time, there was a teapot on the small stove, the body of the pot reflected purple, and orange flames came out from below.

When the flames gushed, a white line appeared in the teapot again.

Mu Hongye was not distracted, just raised his hand, and the tea poured down. The originally small secret room instantly became lively.

Even the ghost left envoy who was originally worried couldn't help but feel a little moved: "Leader..."

"I am guilty!"

After saying that, he knelt down directly.

Mu Hongye raised his eyes slightly, revealing half of his cold eyes.

And there were two pupils in this half of the eyes!

It made people feel daunted.

The Ghost Left Envoy shuddered, and immediately shook out everything that had happened in the past two years, like pouring beans.

"Shasheng Temple?" Mu Hongye's face was solemn after hearing this.

He naturally knew the name of Shasheng Temple.

The seventh-generation abbot of Shasheng Temple, Master Huizhuo, was seriously injured in the auspicious Dharma Assembly, and then announced that Shasheng Temple would be closed.

At that time, the Ghost Sect had just been established and was secretly accumulating strength.

It was during this window period that the Ghost Sect seized the opportunity and rose rapidly, swallowing up most of the power of Shasheng Temple in one fell swoop.

Including Duanmai Mountain and Lieguang Pavilion, they were all conquered at that time.

Two hundred years passed quickly, and he originally thought that Shasheng Temple had declined.

Unexpectedly, one day it would be able to reappear in the world of cultivation!