Chapter 1177

Several years ago, in that dream, Ming kunzi stood in front of Wang Baole, with mild eyes, but with a stern face, and asked Wang Baole about practice.

"Baole, my mingzong disciple, what should I do after inducing souls?"

"Master, after inducing the soul, according to the feeling of the Taoist heart in the reincarnation of the heavenly way, draw the corpse face for the soul, determine the fate, lead the cause and effect line, and then complete everything, you can send it to the reincarnation smoothly, and let the heavenly way review. If you pass, you will start a new life. If you fail, it means that my Ming sect disciples' practice is not enough."

"Good."

Wang Baole opened his eyes and watched himself step into the light gate and the third world appear. He watched this place exist independently among endless white clouds, the only thing in the eye except white clouds.

It is a cliff.

In front of the cliff, there is a table.

There is a pen on the desk.

That's a corpse face pen.

Looking at all this, he thought of Ming Meng and everything he had learned. At the same time, he finally understood why the tomb of the Ming emperor was so strange.

"That's because... This place is not only a cemetery, but also a trial, but also... Inheritance."

"So everything here is to verify, assess, and choose disciples who can obtain the inheritance of the emperor."

Wang Baole murmured softly and looked sideways at the stygiana beside him. There were countless souls. In silence, he took a step forward, came to the cliff and sat in front of the table.

His eyes closed again, as if in memory or immersion. Until a long time later, when Wang Baole opened his eyes, his eyes were calm. With a wave of his left hand, white clouds rushed around him, merged into the Ming River beside him, and sank into the souls inside. Then... Bursts of feelings should float in Wang Baole's heart, and he seemed to see faces.

A moment later, wangbaole raised his right hand and picked up the pen on the table. With a ray of soul light, he flew out of the nether River and floated in front of him. Wang Baole looked calm and serious, as if he had returned to the nether sect in the past, and began to outline on this soul light.

Draw corpse face.

It is difficult to draw a corpse's face. The difficulty lies in not allowing any mistakes. Because of a clerical error, it will affect the afterlife of this soul. An accident will affect its own Tao heart.

Let alone selfishness. For example, the elder martial brother took the wrong path in his future choice because of that selfishness.

Wang Baole also doesn't know whether he can do it well. After all... He hasn't painted the corpse face for a long time. Even his own way is contrary to the Ming sect.

"But this is also a cause and effect." Wang Baole shook his head and made himself calmer. With a stroke, he outlined the soul in front of him. Gradually, his body appeared, his face appeared, and his gender was gradually determined.

In this process, his hands did not shake, even if he was a little strange, but his state of mind was in the list of gods. This detachment seemed to make Wang Baole invisible at the moment, up and down his body, emitting bursts of charm.

This way is the way of heaven and the way of Ming sect.

A sigh, outside this world, outside the vast Styx River, echoes softly, but it can't reach any people's hearts, no other people's minds, but outside the Styx River, in the heart of chenqingzi in nothingness, for a long time.

Chenqingzi's eyes seemed to penetrate everything and see everything that happened in the tomb of the Ming emperor.

He saw what had happened before in the temple. Wang Baole's experience made him silent. He also saw that after Wang Baole left, the people in the temple gradually woke up and entered the next floor.

He also saw that in the first floor of the inverted tower, there were countless murders around Wang Baole, which were enough to erase the spirit of Wang Baole.

After Wang Baole's worship, he gave up all resistance, showed his mind and showed his kindness, and then those ghosts slowly disappeared.

Similarly, he saw that after Wang Baole left, most of the monks of the nether sect who entered the first floor died in it because of their bad selfishness.

And in the second floor, Wang Baole's soul, and the corpse Yan in the third floor, all these let the sigh of chenqingzi echo again.

Wang Baole, indeed, is the hope for the resurgence of the Ming sect.

No matter before him or after him, no one can attract souls from the seven kingdoms. He is the most one, and no one can remain detached and unaffected like him, silently painting corpse faces.

But... Tao is different.

So all this, only sigh, until his eyes became deeper, and he saw two figures in the lower layers, moving forward hard.

A man and a woman.

The woman is the quasi Mingzi who hides his strength outside, and the man is another quasi Mingzi who is not handsome and has no sense of existence. These two are together at the moment, and their figures seem to be slowly merging in the eyes of chenqingzi.

"The yin-yang method of the forbidden world is unified into the main road. I don't want to be an alternative, so I'll fight harder, but I still lack a share... Qi luck." Chenqingzi stared for a moment, withdrew his eyes, and looked at... The deepest part of the tomb of the Ming emperor.

There was a coffin with a figure sitting cross legged beside it.

This figure is vague, but it has the breath of vicissitudes, with the meaning of endless years, diffuse in this last layer, and seems to be able to detect the gaze of chenqingzi. This figure raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at chenqingzi across the cemetery and the Styx river.

"Master... I want the remains of the Emperor Ming. If you don't give them, will you Chenqingzi bowed his head and murmured softly.

This figure is the tomb keeper, his master, and also the master of Wang Baole.

His road number is... Ming kunzi!

As time passed, Wang Baole didn't care how long it had passed, nor did he consider whether anyone was observing himself, or even paid no attention to it. After him, he also entered the third layer.

He also didn't think about why, after himself, the people who entered the third layer still had souls around him. After all, he was attracting all the seven kingdoms of the soul world on the upper layer.

These are not important.

No matter whether the second floor has no beginning or end, the soul world continues. No matter who comes here, they all show vigilance after seeing him. No matter with the appearance of the visitor, the surrounding white clouds emerge from the cliffs, which can't attract his attention.

At the moment, there is only corpse face in front of Wang Baole.

He sketched out all the souls one by one according to the perception that appeared in his mind, until the Styx river around him disappeared. These souls with corpse faces painted by him formed light spots around him, making his whole person shine at this moment.

More sacred intention appeared on him, making those who came around complicated in their eyes.

At this time, Wang Baole's mind slowly recovered.

"Next, decide your destiny." Murmuring, in front of Wang Baole, guangmen appeared by himself. He stood up, walked away one step, and stepped in with all the new souls who were no longer dead, but had vitality.

From beginning to end, he didn't look at his side at all.

He just felt that there were two eyes, one above and one below, staring at himself. He could understand who he was on the top, but he didn't know who he was on the bottom.

But he could feel that as he walked layer by layer, the call and traction became clearer and clearer. After walking into the light and into the next layer, his heart was more intimate and familiar.