I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Seeing the little squirrel carrying the banner, the barrage of comments in Longguo went crazy.

: If I am not mistaken, this should be the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which is used by evil monks. How could Master Zhang Tian know this?
: I think you have seen it wrong. This is not the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, it is clearly the Human Emperor Banner.

: My goodness, your family’s royal flag is emitting black air, right?

: Actually, you are wrong. The inherent impression is wrong. Whether it is the Ten Thousand Souls Banner or the Human Emperor Banner, it depends on how it is used. These props do not have fixed good or evil, it just depends on the person who uses it.

The discussion among Dragon Country's practitioners regarding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner has reached its climax.

Decent people would like to point fingers, thinking that it was Zhang Yangqing who did it, but they have no right to say these things.

Practitioners abide by rules, but the rules are in Zhang Yangqing's hands, and his words are the rules.

The practitioner, who is both good and evil, is very curious about how the little squirrel will use this prop.

If it is not used properly, it will cause great suffering to the people.

At this time, Zhang Yangqing had fallen into a deep sleep, while the energetic little squirrel was holding his new toy and couldn't let it go.

It held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner upright on the ground, tilted its little head to look at the flashing runes on the banner, and from time to time stretched out its claws to gently fiddle with it, making a cheerful "squeak" sound.

The dozens of ghosts in the restaurant were too few for it.

After the white-haired monkey woke up and took over the guard shift, the little squirrel skipped out of the hotel carrying the Ten Thousand Souls Banner which was taller than himself.

In the moonlight, the eerie flag swayed with its movements, looking particularly weird and funny.

"Squeak~"

The little squirrel activated the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and immediately sensed the wandering ghosts floating in all directions.

It raised its tail excitedly and rushed towards the nearest gathering place of ghosts with a big flag in hand.

In the darkness of the night, a furry little creature was seen running happily in the wilderness, carrying the Ten Thousand Souls Banner surrounded by black mist.

Whenever it finds a ghost, it will stick the flag into the ground with a "hey whoosh" sound, and those poor ghosts will be immediately sucked into the flag.

The little squirrel will also happily spin around, as if celebrating another successful "catch".

It even developed a new way to play, using the Ten Thousand Souls Banner as a fishing rod, hiding behind a tree and quietly extending the banner, then suddenly retracting it when a ghost approaches.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" After succeeding, it laughed so hard that it fell backwards, treating this evil treasure as an interesting toy.

Little do they know that this is something that all righteous people are afraid of.

But it is just a simple little squirrel. It doesn't know any of this. It just thinks it's fun and likes to play.

It caught the fish tirelessly for several hours. When the sky began to turn pale in the east, the little squirrel returned to the room with a heavy banner of Ten Thousand Souls on its back, still unsatisfied.

It quietly placed the flag against the corner of the wall, then tiptoed to Zhang Yangqing's pillow, curled up into a ball and prepared to catch up on some sleep.

"Huh?" Zhang Yangqing woke up and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was frightened by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the corner with black air rising into the sky.

The originally dark red runes have now turned into dark purple, and the entire flag exudes a heart-pounding cold aura, and one can faintly hear wailing sounds coming from within.

"You little guy"

Zhang Yangqing looked at the little squirrel that was sleeping soundly, feeling both amused and helpless.

"I told you to have fun, but you caught thousands of ghosts?"

The little squirrel woke up in a daze, and when he saw his owner pointing at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he immediately jumped over with great energy, patted the banner pole proudly, and made a "very big" gesture, as if showing off his trophy.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" It excitedly dragged the Ten Thousand Souls Banner around the room, completely unaware of the frightened expressions of the monkeys that were woken up by it.

The goat with broken horns even hid behind the curtains, leaving only a pair of frightened eyes exposed.

Because being touched by this thing will become very dangerous unless you can refine and control it.

The little squirrel was just excited to show off his achievements yesterday, and had no ill intentions. Zhang Yangqing smiled, thinking that the little squirrel really had the potential to become an evil cultivator.

Even if an ordinary evil cultivator spent his entire life making the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he might not be able to collect thousands of souls.

It’s not that they can’t, but if they collect some, they will be beaten to death by decent people.

The little squirrel was fine, and finished it in one night, and even treated it as an interesting game.

Looking at the little squirrel happily dragging the Ten Thousand Souls Banner around the house, Zhang Yangqing suddenly felt that perhaps this was the best destination for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

In the hands of a simple little guy, at least it won't be used for evil.

Zhang Yangqing lifted the squirrel by the scruff of its neck and said, "Okay, stop playing and take a good rest. We have to travel tonight. Also, let your 'new friends' be quiet for a while."

Because the Ten Thousand Souls Banner will release a 'ghostly howling' sound, which is more uncomfortable than scratching glass.

The little squirrel nodded obediently, activated his skills to make the sound of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner disappear, rolled up the Banner carefully, and then stuffed it into his fluffy tail.

The three monkeys' eyes twitched when they saw this operation. The little squirrel's tail was very big, but how could it accommodate such a big Ten Thousand Souls Banner?

In fact, Zhang Yangqing didn't understand it at first, but later he realized that this was the storage ability that the little squirrel gained after its ability was "awakened."

I still remember that many times, the little squirrel would take out small colorful flags to cheer for the three monkeys. The small colorful flags were hidden in its tail.

It is around three or four in the afternoon, and the sunlight shines into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

Zhang Yangqing was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, instructing the three monkeys on the essentials of practicing the Golden Light Mantra.

The little squirrel lay on his shoulder, and from time to time it would roll up the Ten Thousand Souls Banner with its tail and play with it.

"Boom boom boom!"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted the teaching.

A sweet female voice came from outside the door: "Hello, room service."

The mane monkey looked at Zhang Yangqing warily, as if asking Zhang Yangqing whether he should open the door for the person outside. The latter just shook his head slightly and said nothing.

Seeing Zhang Yangqing's expression, the maned monkey knew what to do and just ignored him.

The knocking continued for several minutes, and finally faded away with a sigh.

However, the calm did not last long.

The shrill fire alarm suddenly rang throughout the building, followed by screams one after another.

"It's on fire! Run!"

"Help! The elevator is broken!"

"Get out of the way! Let me go first!"

The corridor was instantly in chaos.

The sounds of heavy running, objects collapsing, and children crying mixed together.

Through the peephole, you can see that thick smoke has filled the entire corridor and hot tongues of fire are licking the wallpaper.

"Squeak!" The little squirrel nervously grabbed Zhang Yangqing's collar.

The goat with a broken horn was so frightened that it was sweating profusely. How could he not be afraid when faced with such a situation?

But Zhang Yangqing just drank a sip of tea calmly: "Everyone sit down and continue practicing, it's okay."

Due to their unconditional trust in Zhang Yangqing, the pets all stayed quietly in the room. (End of this chapter)