Chapter 9 Honoring God, Believers Praying for Blessings
What is revealed on the seven-inch-high spiritual tablet is not the name of a certain person, but a vivid portrait of the character.
In the spiritual throne, a figure several inches in size was lying half-lying and leaning on the edge of the spiritual throne. He was dozing off while holding a short stick in his hand.
Although the person in this spiritual portrait is not riding a ghost war horse, and his clothes are slightly different from those in the scroll, his unique pear-shaped body shape and unique honest expression can definitely be recognized by anyone at a glance as being the same person.
‘Goalkeeper’ Bai Youan!
In addition, Lan He didn't know if it was his own imagination. When the little figure was dozing off, his chest was vaguely rising and falling slightly.
And when she focused her attention on this figure, there was also the faint sound of snoring in her ears.
Lan He had a strange feeling. The several-inch figure in the spiritual place in front of him seemed to be alive.
Even though he was in the world of spiritual practice, Lan He couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he suddenly saw such a strange phenomenon in a gloomy and terrifying ancestral hall.
Chang Ning and Yaoyang saw the change in Lan He's expression after he lifted up the memorial tablet, and they quickly came to his side.
"Junior sister, what did you find?"
Lan He managed to calm down and said in a solemn voice:
"Senior brother, is the figure in this spiritual position moving?"
Chang Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, tightened his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist unconsciously, and turned to look where Lan He was looking.
After a moment, Chang Ning looked back at his junior brother Yaoyang, and saw a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Changning stepped closer to Lan He, bent slightly, keeping his height at the same height as Lan He, and looked at the spiritual tablet again.
The lonely spiritual place was completely blank, and there was no figure at all as the junior sister mentioned.
Taking a slight breath, Chang Ning said solemnly:
"Junior sister, the spiritual position is blank. Where is the person?"
Lan He's heart was shocked. In her eyes, the little figure was still sleeping soundly in the spiritual position, and even the body he was leaning on changed the direction in which he was lying.
Lan He reached out and touched his eyes, feeling a hint of enlightenment in his heart.
It seems that my eyes are no longer the same as those of normal people after being damaged.
For a moment, Lan He was filled with all kinds of thoughts, and he didn't know whether what happened to him was a disaster or a blessing.
Changning and Yaoyang had similar guesses from Lanhe's actions, but they didn't know how to comfort her.
Silence returned to the nave hall again.
No one among the three people present knew what the figure in the spiritual position meant, but it seemed that there was no threat for the time being.
Yaoyang had experienced few things, but within a short time he could no longer stand the stagnant atmosphere in the room, and he was speechless and said:
"By the way, senior sister, what exactly did you see just now?"
What he said was not to ask about the figure Lan He saw in the spiritual throne, but to know what Lan He saw in the courtyard before.
Chang Ning raised his eyebrows and shouted in a condensed voice:
"Junior brother!"
The anger mixed in the tone of this question could be heard by everyone present.
In fact, Yaoyang regretted it the moment he said the words. At this time, he was confused and asked whatever came to his mind, without caring about the feelings of others.
The senior sister's eyes were damaged when she just observed the fog, and Yaoyang's words were like opening up the scars.
Lan He waved his hand slightly. The sword cultivator was determined. Injuries are common and he would not pay too much attention to it. Moreover, his eyes seemed to have some unusual changes after looking at the Netherworld. Looking at it now, it may not be a bad thing.
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"Senior brother, it's okay."
After a brief pause, Lan He opened his mouth and said:
"Just now in the mist, I saw..."
Lan He briefly and concisely explained what he had just seen in the mist.
‘The red light that guides the way’, ‘the hunchbacked ghost holding the soul-calling bell’, ‘the dark handsome man’, ‘the seductive messenger’, ‘black and white impermanence’, ‘yin soldiers and ghost generals’…
Chang Ning could not have imagined that there would be such a scene in the mist.
After a brief period of confusion, Chang Ning couldn't help but said:
"From what my junior sister said, this mist can make Yin soldiers and ghosts appear in the human world. It should be the Yin Qi unique to the Netherworld.
According to rumors, as long as you are in the mist of the underworld, creatures from the underworld can come to the human world through the gap between the yin and yang realms.
It’s just that I don’t understand why ‘Door God’ Bai Youan appears in it?”
Bai Youan's unique appearance can easily leave a deep impression on people. Lan He recognized him at a glance when he saw his figure in the nether mist, so he informed the two of them by the way.
Yaoyang also said:
"Yes, when the people from the 'Xunjie Platform' left the 'Door God' picture scroll, they said that it was personally consecrated by Ruyi Dao Lord, the leader of the 'Xunjie Platform'. Logically speaking, it should be affiliated to the Shinto system. Why is it here?
Appearing in the netherworld mist?”
Chang Ning frowned and thought for a moment, then hesitantly said:
"I accidentally heard the elders in the sect say before that the Taoist Ruyi achieved the immortal Taoist fruit. Not only did he have vast supernatural powers and boundless magical power, but his physical body also reached the state of rebirth with a drop of blood. At the same time, he had extremely high abilities in the two realms of 'gods and ghosts'.
Great authority.
I heard that the ‘Whispering Church’ he founded can help people obtain vocations in the two realms of ‘gods and ghosts’, and today it seems that this statement is indeed true!”
Hearing the words from his fellow disciples, Lan He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the lonely spiritual tablet.
'What kind of close relationship does Bai You'an have with Mr. Ruyi Dao, and why he treats this person so favorably?'
While the three of them were chatting, they didn't know that something had changed outside the door.
Outside the gate of 'White Mansion'.
On the broken door on the left, the 'Door God' picture scroll and the 'Guardian House' talisman on the door lintel, which had been tightly hung, suddenly fell off the door as a gust of cold wind blew by, and then drifted away without a trace in the wind.
At this time, as the netherworld mist spreads and accumulates, more and more lonely ghosts are fleeing, but they do not dare to wreak havoc in the human world.
In their eyes, whether it is the surrounding buildings or the mountains and ravines in the wild, there is a scorching and terrifying golden light shining everywhere. If they get closer, their souls will feel severe pain like fire.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When the violent ghost approaches the house under the golden light, it will immediately turn into a cloud of gloomy energy like snowflakes encountering the scorching sun.
Watching helplessly as countless creatures around them exuded the coveted vitality that they could not swallow, countless lonely ghosts let out angry and shrill silent wails.
Just as many ghosts were flying around, the shining golden light in an area suddenly disappeared, revealing a lonely house.
‘Shua~~’
Countless lonely ghosts lingering around turned their gazes in an instant, and the red light in the eyes of the ghosts became as blazing as a lamp in just one breath.
A moment later, a certain ghost let out a silent wail and suddenly turned into a dark wind. It was the first to rush towards the house where the golden light disappeared. Countless ghosts woke up from a dream and rushed over with a wail at the same time.
Looking from a distance, one could see a wave of gray-black mist rolling towards the 'White Mansion' as fast as a galloping horse.
...
Inside the main hall and ancestral hall of ‘White Mansion’.
Chang Ning and others were speculating about the relationship between Bai Youan and Ruyi Daojun. Chang Ning noticed that Yaoyang's expression changed slightly, and he seemed to be listening carefully, and his ears trembled rapidly like a cat's ears.
Chang Ning's heart tightened, and he quickly gathered his magic power in his ears to listen, but in his ears, he could only hear the sound of the fierce wind sweeping around him.
"Senior...Senior Brother..., the situation seems...not quite right~~~"
Yaoyang's fearful and trembling voice sounded in the ears of Changning and Lanhe.
Changning asked in a deep voice:
"What did you hear?"
"me..."
Yaoyang's whole body was shaking like chaff, and he was so nervous that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. At this moment, Lan He's hoarse voice, as calm as solid ice, came to Chang Ning's ears.
"Brother, I saw countless ghosts rushing towards the 'White Mansion'!"
Changning stood up in an instant, opened his eyes, and two weak white lights shot out from his eyes. He quickly looked around, and his heart was shocked.
"Where have the house-holding charms and the 'Door God' scroll gone?"
He did not have the magical powers of Lan He and Yaoyang, so he could neither see the shadow of the ghost nor hear the wail of the ghost, but with the help of the sect's secret method, he could see the gray-black mist coming from all directions outside the house through the house.
Lan He looked around, and the ghostly figures with teeth and claws reflected in his gray-white pupils.
At this time, the lonely ghost closest to the 'White Mansion' was already a hundred feet away from the door, but even so, Lan He's heart was still as calm as a lake.
"Senior brother, this is not the time to think. I will protect myself with the 'house-holding' talisman and the 'door god' scroll as soon as possible."
Chang Ning was reminded by Lan He and secretly confessed his guilt, saying in a deep voice:
"Form the 'Three Talents' sword formation and burn the talisman to protect your body!"
As he said that, he stepped out and stood facing the gate of the ancestral hall.
Lan He stretched out his hand to push his lost junior brother.
"Junior brother, calm down!"
Changing the position of his feet, he stood on the left side behind Chang Ning. Yaoyang reluctantly gathered his thoughts and raised his feet to stand on the right side behind Chang Ning. In an instant, the three of them stood in a "pin" shape.
Dozens of 'house-holding' talismans flew out from the sleeves of the three people. As mana was poured into them, dozens of talismans were pasted on the many windows of the ancestral hall.
Channels of dim golden light snaked through the window lattice like electricity, forming a large net that covered all the windows.
"Swish swish~!"
Six 'Door God' scrolls flew out from the hands of the three people, and hung on the three doors of the ancestral hall with wisps of spiritual light.
The rabbit rises and the magpie falls!
The movements of the three Changning people were as fast as the wind, and in just a few breaths, they had completed all preparations.
The three of them handed their backs to their fellow disciples and pressed their swords with their right hands. Their whole bodies were tense like bowstrings, and they looked in front of them with concentration.
Countless swordsmanship exercises since their entry made them instinctively enter a fighting state. Even Yaoyang, who was so nervous that he was about to urinate, now calmed down.
"嘤嘤嘤~~"
"Ah~ah~ah~"
Amidst the howling wind outside the door, there was a shrill ghost howl, and even Chang Ning could hear the sound at this moment.
The sound of the wind was getting louder and louder, and the sound of ghost cries was getting closer and closer. The three people in Changning could not help but feel nervous.
After counting the interest...
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As a violent gust of wind hit the door of the ancestral hall, the broken doors and windows instantly made the sound of wooden utensils being twisted due to gravity.
"Creak~~Click!!~~Creak~~Click~~!!"
As the three people watched nervously, the doors and windows finally held up after being hit by continuous wind pressure.
At the same time, through the window lattice, Chang Ning saw countless wandering black shadows crashing into the doors and windows of the ancestral hall like waves.
But as the golden light bursting out from the 'house-holding' talismans between the window lattice exploded outward like a light curtain, countless black figures let out desperate wails and then disappeared without a trace.
There was deathly silence in the hall of the ancestral hall, and there was no violence like a storm outside the door.
'Huh~~ It's so dangerous!'
After a while, after confirming that there was no danger outside the door, Yaoyang let out a long breath.
Only then did he realize that his right hand holding the sword had been soaked with sweat at some point. He wiped his right hand on the sleeve of his robe to wipe away the sweat.
But just as he was relaxing slightly, he suddenly heard a slight sound coming from above his head.
"Ka~~"
The sound was not loud, but in the ears of Changning and the three of them, this faint sound was like thunder.
The three of them looked up almost at the same time.
"Boom~~"
The wooden roof of the ancestral hall was lifted off like a toy, revealing the dark night sky and the ubiquitous gray-black mist that surged like a sea.
Immediately afterwards, three long pale arms were seen slowly protruding from the roof of the ancestral hall.
'Oops, I forgot to put the charm on the roof of the shed!'
"Hehehe~~"
Through his gray-white eyes, Lan He could clearly see the strange smiling faces revealed in the hearts of the three big hands that reached into the ceiling.
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"
Three sword sounds sounded, and Chang Ning and the other two men already held swords in their hands.
Sword cultivators are never afraid of strong enemies. From the first day they join the sect, the sect master will carve this into their souls.
"Hee hee hee!"
Dozens of smiling faces in the three big palms above the head smiled strangely, looking at the three people with greedy and coveting eyes. There were even drops of gray-white saliva hanging from the grimaces in the three big palms.
As the three big hands penetrated, the golden light scattered around the window lattice was pulled, and golden threads rolled back and spread towards the damaged roof.
"Tsk tsk tsk!!"
The golden thread is like a net, and when it is lifted upward and touches the long pale arm, it is like pouring ice water into a dry pot, and instantly you can see streaks of gray-white Yin Qi spreading out from the sky.
"Ah~ah~ah~"
A series of sharp and shrill howls came from the strange smiling faces in the palms of the three arms. At the same time, the three pale arms were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The golden light bursting from the window lattice formed a curtain of light that lifted up little by little, and the three pale arms continued to shrink in the golden light.
Changning and the other three breathed a sigh of relief again.
The realm of myself and others is only innate, and I don't know where this ghost comes from. Just hearing the weird laughter has stagnated the magic power in the body, and even the three souls and seven souls have faint signs of leaving the body in the laughter.
Now it seems that as long as the 'house-destroying' talisman works, this ghost can be driven away.
Chang Ning said solemnly:
"Junior brother, junior sister, how many 'house-holding' talismans do you two still have in your hands?"
Lan He shook his head slightly.
"During today's inspection, I only received 226 tickets, and I have used them all before."
Yaoyang said with a bitter look:
"I don't have any anymore. We are a sword cultivator and no one likes to use spells."
Changning stretched out his hand and took out two 'house-holding' talismans and handed them to Lanhe and Yaoyang.
"If you have a chance later, you can use the talisman to retreat..."
Before he could say the word "go", an extremely shrill howl suddenly came from outside the ancestral hall.
It is difficult to use words to describe the weirdness and sharpness of this howl. It was like thousands of colored glasses rubbing against iron tools at the same time, and it was like countless people wailing hysterically.
As soon as this howling sound reached their ears, Chang Ning and the other two people instantly felt their insides burning, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Yaoyang yelled, and the sword in his right hand fell to the ground with a clang. He pressed his ears tightly with both hands, but Lan He saw a trace of blood seeping out from between Yaoyang's fingers.
But before Lan He could ask, he heard a sudden violent roar coming from all around.
"Boom~~"
Three double doors and twelve windows were shattered in an instant, turning into wood chips flying in the air.
The broken 'house-holding' talisman and the flying sawdust turned into gray-white ashes bit by bit as they flew in the air. Before they fell to the ground, they were already scattered by the wind without a trace.
Changning looked at the door through the debris flying in the sky with dull eyes.
A female head several feet in size was seen hanging in the air outside the door. Its face seemed to be made up of dozens of faces, with cracks mottled vertically and horizontally.
Thousands of black hairs hang down, extending outward from his head like the roots of a big tree, squirming in and out of the ancestral hall.
The sky above the head was no longer suppressed by the golden light of the 'house-holding' talisman. The three pale arms, nourished by the surrounding Yin Qi, swelled visibly to the naked eye, and continued to move towards Changning and the others.
"Hehehe~~"
"Ssssssssss~~"
There are strange and unpredictable long arms on the top of the head, and outside the door is a huge and terrifying head, surrounded by endless hair that spreads like a blanket.
The three people were shaken by howling in the Niwan Palace, and their magic power was in a state of control, sometimes boiling and sometimes stagnating.
What's more, Yaoyang's ears were shattered by the howling, and the way he let go of his sword showed that his mind had collapsed.
Therefore, in just an instant, the three of Changning fell into a desperate situation.
Seeing that the big hand on top of his head was about to fall, and the hair around him was approaching nine feet in front of him, Lan He suddenly turned around and knelt down on the futon in front of the coffin.
"Bless God, believer Lanhe prays for blessings!"
Lan He's hoarse voice sounded in the ancestral hall.
Regarding Lan He's actions, neither Chang Ning nor Yaoyang's fellow disciples, nor the ghosts snooping around inside and outside, paid much attention.
Chang Ning's attention was on the top of his head. He held the sword in one hand, let out a shout in his mouth, raised his hand and slashed at the three big hands above his head with sword energy.
Yaoyang, on the other hand, lay down on the ground with his eyes closed, trembling and trembling, resigned to what happened outside of him.
The big hand on the top of the head continued to reach down, and the hair around him was approaching like a tidal wave.
Lan He ignored the situation around him, stretched out his hands, palms touching the ground, and leaned down to worship again.
"Bless God, believer Lanhe prays for blessings!"
When he said this, a soft sound suddenly came from the spiritual tablet enshrined in the middle of the ancestral hall.
"Click~!"
At this moment, the chaotic and noisy sounds in the ancestral hall seemed to be introduced into another world, and an unspeakable silence appeared in the ancestral hall.
Even the long arms flexing and stretching in the sky and the squirming hair around them came to a standstill.
After a short period of silence, the sound of an urn suddenly came from the ancestral hall.