Since there is only one real guest in the inn, Deng An, whether it is the boss or the shopkeeper, they are all extremely warm and thoughtful, Deng An is a little embarrassed, he originally planned to go to the town to have a look, looking for an inn is just an excuse, for ghosts, with heaven and earth as their home, there is no need to choose such a place to stay. Since these ghosts are so zealous, they must stay for a few more days. He had to learn a little more about this town.

After choosing a guest room on the second floor, Deng An went down to the hall on the first floor.

There were seven or eight people sitting in the hall, including scribes, merchants, woodcutters, and so on, who either sat alone to recuperate their spirits, or talked in pairs, and one of the tables was the most lively.

"Lord Wang, what you said is not right. The world of Ju is also taken from the hands of others, why can't others take it, I know that your ancestors are the founding heroes of Ju country, and you don't want to fall into the hands of others, but you can't be blindly biased. If the monarch of Ju is a mediocre person, of course he can't be made emperor anymore. An old man who was a pedant and beat his companion shouted loudly when he said what was excited.

A middle-aged fat man smiled helplessly, stood up and comforted the pedant: "Xiucai, don't get excited, sit down and talk about it." We are arguing and arguing, don't hurt the harmony, we will have to get along for hundreds of years in the future, and we can't be angry about these external things. Then, he asked another middle-aged man who looked like a woodcutter, "Lord, I don't know if what I said is right?"

"This king has always been abundant, how can he see it like a new ghost. The woodcutter snorted heavily, and turned his head to look away.

Seeing this, Deng An smiled secretly and walked to the table where the three of them were.

"Senior!" When the three of them saw Deng An coming, their hearts were all in shock, and they hurriedly got up to salute. Now that they are all dead, naturally they can't show their dignity by their status before they were alive, but everything is measured by their strength, Deng An, as a meditative cultivator, is naturally the superior in the eyes of the three of them.

"You're welcome!" Deng An's transformed human form waved his hand and asked with a smile, "I wonder if I can sit down here and talk to a few of them?"

"I can't ask for it!" The middle-aged fat man was overjoyed, and being able to have a relationship with the meditation cultivator would also allow him to add a show off capital in the future, of course, he was extremely welcome.

The woodcutter and the pedant all had the same mentality, and they all invited Deng An to sit down.

After some conversation, the information Deng An obtained was similar to Xiaoren's introduction, but he also got some interest, such as the ancestral hall in the center of the ghost town. According to the oral tradition of the town's residents for generations, this ancestral hall appeared earlier than the town was founded. Neither before nor after the formation of the ghost town, no one or ghost can enter it.

Most of the weirdness of this ghost town is in the ancestral hall. However, although Deng An was curious, he had no intention of investigating, because before him, he didn't know how many meditation cultivators wanted to find the reason, but without exception, they were all unsuccessful. He didn't think he had any ability to do things that countless predecessors couldn't do.

When Deng An returned to the guest room, it was already midnight, and since meditation did not need to sleep, only meditation was needed, so he practiced the "Xuanyin True Formula" taught by Huang Xingchu. Since the qi shrouded in the ghost town was strange and did not contain the yin qi needed for meditation, Deng An did not say that the true technique of forgetting Xuan Yin could play a role, he just wanted to be proficient and prepare for future cultivation.

According to the requirements of the exercises, Deng An maintained his human form. At this moment, the soul core that retained Deng An's consciousness was quietly suspended in his "dantian" position. Therefore, there will be such a requirement, Deng An guessed that most of these exercises are modified from the monk's exercises, so when cultivating, they must also refer to the form of the monk in order to play a role.

Because low-level meditation has no meridians, the Xuanyin True Technique only has a certain auxiliary effect, but it is better than nothing, and it can save a lot of advanced time compared to those meditation that simply rely on instinct to absorb Yin Qi. According to Huang Xingchu, after the rebirth period, the flesh and blood body was cultivated, and the effect of this Xuanyin True Technique was brought into play.

However, Deng An only had the first three levels, so he couldn't verify the truth of this statement, not to mention that his cultivation was not even in the middle stage of Nayin, so it was far from the time to consider these issues.

Deng An silently recited the first exercise several times, calmed his mind, and with a movement of his mind, he drove a small part of the soul body to turn into a funnel the size of a palm. He was not satisfied with this, because with a little skill, this kind of funnel can be turned into the size of a thumb, and if it reaches the transformation state, it can become the size of a pore, which can no longer be seen with the naked eye. Just imagine, if there were so many small holes outside the soul body, the amount of yin qi it absorbed would inevitably increase exponentially.

Deng An was about to disperse the funnel, but was shocked to find that the unknown gases scattered in the air around him had actually been absorbed by the funnel. At the same time, the mysterious "orb" that has been integrated into the soul body automatically appears, absorbing all the gas that enters the soul body.

Deng An was worried that something was wrong, and hurriedly stopped the Xuanyin True Technique. Without the replenishment of the surrounding gas, the mysterious "orb" disappeared again, merging with his soul. He felt it carefully and made sure that he didn't find anything else, and then he was relieved.

Since obtaining the mysterious "round ball", Deng An has not found an exact use except for being able to manipulate it to loom, as for the immortal soul body and a certain degree of immunity to yang energy, it is still his speculation, and there is no direct evidence that it is related to the "round ball". Now that it was absorbing an unknown gas, he didn't dare to make a decision lightly.

In the end, Deng An once again ran the Xuanyin True Technique. The mysterious orb reappears, absorbing unknown gases around it. This time, he didn't stop the exercises, but kept running.

Gradually, the funnel on the surface of his soul changed from one to two, and then from two to three...... And so on until the surface of the soul is filled with this funnel.

A faint whirlwind began to appear in Deng An's guest room.

Because the ghosts had a very poor perception of unknown gases, and Deng An didn't have much impact, none of the ghosts knew what happened in Deng An's room.

It wasn't until dawn that Deng An withdrew from his cultivation state.

Two hours passed, and the color of the mysterious "sphere" changed somewhat, and it seemed to be brighter than before, but the change was so small that it was almost impossible to observe. If you assume that enough gas is absorbed, there may be other changes.

Since it was not in vain, Deng An's curiosity was aroused, anyway, there was plenty of time, so why not stay in this ghost town for a few more days, maybe he could discover the secret of the "round ball".

After dawn, since there is almost no yin energy around the ghost town, and the ghosts are very averse to light, many of them will be dormant during the day. These ghosts don't need to cultivate, and they have a lot of time to waste, but Deng An is different, after he has experienced the trick of condensing and refining ghost fire for a while, he will start to run the Xuanyin True Technique again.

I don't know how long it took, Deng An was interrupted by a loud noise.

"Oh no! There's a great immortal in town. ”

Outside the door, I don't know who shouted. In the inn, both the shopkeepers and the guests woke up from their slumber and looked out through the windows.

Due to the unknown gas, even during the day, there is almost no yang energy in the air, and the ghosts can still move freely.

Seeing Deng An coming out of the door, the middle-aged fat man seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and shouted happily to everyone in the store: "Don't panic, everyone, with Senior Deng, he can't make trouble." The rest of the people looked back at Deng An, and they no longer seemed so flustered.

Deng An didn't say anything, but walked to the window. The ghosts in the inn consciously made a gap and let him stand in the best position of sight.

At this time, on the streets of the ghost town, a long-faced young man wearing a brown and yellow robe and a Taoist bun on his head was looking at the buildings on both sides of the street with a vigilant face. Because the ghosts communicate with each other with their minds, mortals cannot hear them, and he has no idea that his whereabouts have been shouted by the ghosts to the whole town. It's just that it's daytime, and no ghost wants to go to him for trouble.

The young Taoist priest took a step, his lips quickly opened and closed, probably reciting some incantation, and gradually, he approached the inn. Judging from the expression on his face, he was not under much pressure, and he was obviously trying his best to control the fear in his heart.

Deng An had to admire this person's mind, obviously he was scared and ruthless, but he still insisted on moving forward, and couldn't help but admire: "This Taoist priest is quite bold!"

When several ghosts around heard this, their stiff faces melted a little. The middle-aged fat man hurriedly chuckled and said, "The senior must have seen this kind of Taoist priest for the first time, and among the Taoist priests we have seen before, it is estimated that he is timid." ”

Deng An was slightly surprised, and asked in surprise: "There are often such Taoist priests in ghost towns?"

The middle-aged fat man said helplessly: "Every three or five years, there will be people wearing this kind of clothes. Some, like this little Taoist priest, do not harass the townspeople. Some are more vicious, specializing in breaking windows and smashing cabinets, similar to robbers. Sometimes, when we encounter people who cause public outrage, we will work together to drive each other out of the ghost town, but most of these people have strange sigils and props, which have a strong restraint effect on our ghosts, and we are generally not willing to take the initiative to provoke them unless they have to. ”

Deng An glanced at the young Taoist priest who was still trembling not far away, and asked puzzledly, "What are they doing here?"

"The seniors guessed right, every three or five years, a kind of spiritual grass will grow near the ancestral hall of the ghost town, which seems to be of great help to mortals becoming monks, so every time it comes, someone will come to look for it. It is estimated that this news has been blocked by someone's heart, and not many people know about it, and every time they come, they wear this kind of robe. ”

I don't know which person from the Immortal Cultivation Family? The Zhen Ghost Sect is the largest and only sect in the Ju Kingdom, Deng An has long known it through Meng Ping, and the rest may be those Xiu Immortal Families, because these forces are relatively weak, the Zhen Ghost Sect is not in their eyes, and there is very little information about them, so it is impossible to tell that the other party belongs to that family for the time being.

Suddenly, the door of an ordinary house was opened.