Sang stood behind the shiny jade stone steps and took the copper needle out of the wooden box. In the invincible pavilion in front of it, the lively voices gradually stopped and fell into a silence like water.

Mu Crook burped, glanced at the dark forest behind him, and said timidly, "No need to delay, great immortal, hurry up and use the needle."

"What are you afraid of?" Sang had already planned to throw the copper needle out, but now he saw Mu Crook's appearance, and couldn't help but want to tease him.

Mu Clepton rubbed his arms and smashed his lips, "Here... it always feels gloomy. Look at the forest behind him, does it look like a huge tomb?"

"What does 'like' mean? It's simply 'yes'," Sang turned his head, put his head in Mu Cuzi's ear, and whispered to him, "Let me tell you, last night, I saw a large group of wild ghosts here, strangely shaped and ugly. Some had no chin, and some had their faces as if they were being run over by ruts, and their noses and eyes were trapped in their heads..."

As it wished, Mu Clee's voice trembled a little more, and his sparse beard trembled with his breath, "They...what do they go to the mountains and forests?"

Sang widened his eyes, his pink eyeballs shone brightly by the moonlight above his head, "What else can I do if I'm looking for food? Can you play with you?"

"What to eat..." Mu Clever swallowed, but unconsciously stepped back two steps behind his feet, stepped on Baotian's boots, making him grin and almost screamed.

Sang knew that he was fooled and smiled in his heart, but his face remained unchanged?                                                   �

"Great God? Don't lie to him? If you continue to lie, my foot will be trampled by him. I heard you tell the young master today? You said that this wild ghost does not eat people, and can only pick up some leftovers to fill his stomach every day? And he is still timid? He usually hides in the mountains and suburbs." Baotian rubs his boots and tells the truth.

Sang Gang was about to blame him for exposing himself, but a "clang" sounded in his head, and a sound floated across his head.

"Do you know why wild ghosts don't eat people?" Cang Lao's solemn voice knew that the owner of this voice was someone he was particularly familiar with? But? It didn't know who he was.

"In fact, they were also human-cannibal people before." The voice continued, as if telling it, and this narrative was so natural and peaceful, just like a teacher teaching his disciples earnestly.

"A long time ago, it was about two thousand years ago. A group of merchants took a merchant ship to pass through a deserted island? At that time, the sun had set and everyone could not continue rushing. So they parked on the edge of the island to spend the night. What they didn't know was that this deserted island actually had its owner? Its owner was a wild ghost, a wild ghost without anyone worshipping it."

"They came out to find food at midnight? They were naturally very happy to find the merchants? They rushed onto the boat to catch the merchants and prepared to have a full meal. The merchants were very scared when they woke up? They begged the wild ghosts not to eat them, but to no avail. At this time, a smartest businessman begged the wild ghosts, 'Please let us go back. Our parents, wives and children are waiting for us to support us. If you eat us, we will kill our whole family. Please pity us.' The wild ghost replied: "We are all helpless souls. No one has come to worship for hundreds of years to give us food. We are all hungry. We are rare to meet you, so we can have a full meal."

"After hearing this, the merchant had a sudden inspiration and continued to plead, 'You have eaten us now, just for a moment. If you let us go back, we will provide you with food every year, and will worship and worship you from generation to generation, so that you will not let you go hungry again and again."

"After listening to the merchants, the wild ghosts thought for a long time and finally agreed to let them go home. Before leaving, they did not forget to remind them: 'In the future, when the north wind blows, we will go to your place to receive offerings. You put all kinds of food, such as rice, beans, sesame, coconut, flat rice, bananas, etc. on the boat for us to enjoy. If we break our promise, we will not spare you easily.' The merchants repeatedly promised and drove back to their hometown. After returning home, they told their family and fellow villagers about their encounters."

"After every year, the first to the fifteenth day of the tenth month of the Buddha's calendar, everyone prepared food and fruits as promised, put them on a small boat for the north wind to blow away and worship the wild ghosts, never interrupting. The wild ghosts also believed in the agreement and never ate people again."

"I give sacrifices once a year. Can they eat enough?" Sang heard his voice. Although it was still a roar, he sounded like a student who listened carefully and sought truth.

The old voice laughed, with kindness and a hint of love in it, "So I said, ghosts are never smart. People only need to use sacrifices once a year to exchange for the promise of wild ghosts to 'never eat people'. The final result of this transaction is that people only make money but not lose money."

"People are always cunning and treacherous, and have ugly faces. Why do you always ask me to help them?" Sang seemed puzzled.

"Only you can achieve the right result if you help them on the right path."

Its head seemed to be hit by something: what is the right result of cultivation, what is its right result, and why does it have to achieve the right result?

"Great God, Great God? It's no time to go, let's embroider the spirit quickly."

Mu Clep's voice floated from behind, Sang looked back at him, full of confusion, "What is the result?"

Mu Clee was stunned by it's questioning. After a long time, he said in a muffled voice like a dumb goose, "Just... Isn't it a good destination?"

"What is my destination?" Sang blurted out, but the confusion in his eyes became even stronger.

"You... your destination?" Mu Cutezi almost said that your destination was not Xiaowu anyway, fortunately he endured it at the right time and saved his life. "People's destination is death. Although Confucius said that if you don't know life, how can you know death? We have seen such a soul that is unwilling to rest after death. But I always feel that death is death. A cover of white cloth and a buried yellow earth is the end of life. Even if the soul is immortal, it is never the same person in his lifetime."

Speaking of this, seeing Sang's face becoming more and more blue, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Great God, you are different. You are a god, immortal, and you are not like us, the ordinary people..."

"Shut up."

Sang's lips squeezed out a few words, and his face was already scaryly blue. Baotian saw that something was wrong and hurriedly pulled Mu Clei away from it. Unexpectedly, Sang just glared at Mu Clei fiercely and threw the copper needle in his hand forward.
Chapter completed!