Chapter 303: Sending the Dead Back to Their Hometowns
Chapter 303: The Spiritual Demon King Sending the Dead Back to Their Hometowns
Huhu——
The wind and sand filled the sky, covering up the winter sunset, and the cold wind blew on people's faces, causing pain like a knife.
"My boss, I have the power to ward off the wind. Bah bah~"
The fat Taoist spit out the sand in his mouth, raised his sleeves to cover his cheeks, and when he cast the spell, he saw Chen Yuan, the crazy old man, and the Zhenhai monk in front of him, already standing in the windy sand.
Chen Yuan looked at the whining wind and sand with a complicated expression. Among the dense gravel, the outlines of people appeared and disappeared.
"My Buddha is compassionate."
Monk Zhenhai bowed to these figures flying in the sand, holding seals and bowing his head, "May the resentment here be subsided, and may the deceased here enter the Great Wheel Pure Land as soon as possible."
"You can reach the Pure Land by reciting a few words, and they don't have to fly here for several years. You monks are just talking nonsense. Isn't that right, Master?"
When the fat Taoist asked, Chen Yuan did not answer. He just looked at the silhouettes appearing one after another in the windy sand in the sky. Sometimes they flew close and could see the facial features on the sand figures and the contours of their armor and stomach. They were lifelike, or maybe it was really the shop owner.
What the old man said was once a living person.
"This wind is not ordinary either."
"The world is in vain for the wind, and the resentment of the dead gathered together to pollute the wind, and it lasted forever." Monk Zhenhai saw the clues, but he did not have the ferocity of the past to slay demons. He closed his eyes and sighed.
He breathed: "The poor monk can feel that this resentment is not to harm others, but to look at his hometown and tell those who come after him about their deeds. He does not want to be forgotten."
Chen Yuan looked at the figures emerging from the gravel and asked the monk in a low voice.
"If we try to stop the wind, it will keep blowing, and these soldiers will be floating here forever?"
Zhenhai nodded: "Yes."
Chen Yuan also nodded and let go of Master's hand, "Master, it will take a while."
"It's okay, you're busy!" The crazy old man waved his hand generously, looked at the figure in the wind and sand with great interest, jumped up and down twice eagerly, and wanted to fly up with him, but unfortunately there was no way, so he simply slipped out of his sleeves
After touching it, he pulled out a toad and touched the big toad's head, "Don't you want to be my disciple? Go inside and explore, what's there?!"
The toad opened its eyes, and the 'lone widow' screamed. Before it could react, it was thrown into the wind and sand. It struggled and twisted, flew around and swirled, and finally recovered its true body and transformed into a toad.
A small mountain of toad spirits crashed down before they stabilized themselves.
"There is nothing inside except people made of sand." The toad said as he spat out gravel. The crazy old man was unwilling to give in. He thought there should be something interesting, so he waved his hand and said, "Explore again!"
The toad glared at the old man, and was about to jump into the windy sand above. The whining wind and sand suddenly stopped, and a large amount of yellow sand and dust fell down, covering the crazy old man and the big toad with their gray heads and faces.
"Why did you stop?" Sun Zhengde raised his face, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly moved away from where he was. Chen Yuan also reached out and grabbed his hand, bringing the master and the big toad to his side. In an instant, there was a roaring sound.
The smoke and dust from this earthquake of mud and sand spread everywhere, and the ground beneath your feet trembled slightly.
Ahem!
The fat Taoist waved his sleeves and covered his mouth. Over there, Chen Yuan and the monk Zhenhai fanned out their magic power to sweep away the diffuse smoke and dust. What caught the eyes of the four people were densely packed muddy figures with different postures.
The ones are spreading out, and after a rough sweep, there are thousands of them. The strange pestles are stuck on the ground, which makes people feel a little bit uneasy.
After waiting for a while, there were no other changes. Chen Yuan withdrew the spell and asked the master not to run around. Then he approached a sand man in front of him. It closed its eyes tightly, held a gun and armor, and raised one arm to cover it.
Chen Yuan's fingertips gently touched his forehead, and the sand spread out from the center of the Sand Man's eyebrows like a tide and quickly faded away, revealing his gray skin, facial features, and even the gravel on his armor and stomach fell cleanly, revealing a complete picture of a
A young man no more than ten years old.
"If you were still alive, you would be twenty-five this year and eat the food of a twenty-six-year-old."
The opponent's armor is indeed in the style of the Jin armor. Judging from the time of appearance, it should be that he avenged his master and allowed the Jin soldiers and horses led by Bai Qi, Huo Qubing and other gods to invade the Poshana Kingdom.
Later, after Chen Yuan became a demon, he flew away directly on the red cloud and ignored the soldiers. How they left and returned to Yujian Pass after they arrived is unknown.
"Whether it's because of my incident or whether other Jin troops invaded Poshana, I'm still a Han."
Looking at the young faces in front of him, Chen Yuan felt a little uncomfortable, "Their relatives who have hope are probably still hoping that they will find their way home, and those who have no hope are also hoping that one day they will be able to go home."
Fallen leaves return to their roots and return to their hometown."
Chen Yuan took a deep breath and raised his hands to the dead soldiers in front of him. When he straightened up, he held the magic weapon and raised his sleeves to flick them, causing a gentle breeze to blow up.
The grains of yellow sand that stayed on the bodies of the sand figures shook, and then were carried by the breeze to fly up. In an instant, a large amount of yellow sand flew away from each figure.
Gone all over the sky.
"Old Sun, do you have any incense and candles on you?" Chen Yuan turned his head slightly. The fat Taoist who was looking at him hurriedly stepped forward and took out a bronze mirror, a ruler, a feather fan... all kinds of things from the yellow cloth pocket on his waist.
The things were all confiscated from a group of revenge-seeking monks before, and some useful things were kept with him. There was also a bell around his waist. The fat Taoist always carried it with him. When he had nothing to do, he would use it to shake two bells in front of his eyes.
Then he fell into a dreamland and didn't know what he was doing.
Not long after, Sun Zhengde finally took out a pair of white candles and handed a long incense stick to Chen Yuan's hand. Chen Yuan took a few steps back, calculated the direction, and then cast a spell to lift it toward the ground. The yellow sand surged into a small sheet.
table.
The incense candle was lit and placed on it. In the soft smoke, Chen Yuan looked at the densely packed soldiers. "Yuan is incompetent and let you die in a foreign country. You have not tasted the water of your hometown for several years. The meals cooked by your parents, wives and children are beyond the reach of Yuan."
, I came here today to take you back."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After saying that, Chen Yuan grabbed a handful of yellow sand from the ground and slowly slipped it from between his fingers.
"Soldiers, let's go home."
With a slightly choked voice, the soldier who had shed the sand seemed to come to life. He turned his head, lowered his arms, and looked at the gravel leaking from Chen Yuan's hand. He knelt down half-kneeling, and his figure melted in the sunset light.
A puddle of mud and dust.
Followed by more soldiers, the gravel faded away and knelt down, disappearing, extending to the back until all the soldiers' bodies disappeared from sight.
"The soul is back!"
The setting sun shines the last trace of red, and the dust at Chen Yuan's feet suddenly rolls up and flies into the sky, reflecting the rays of light and flashing bright colors. At the tea stall below, the old woman, the old man, raised his head,
Watching the shimmering dust flying to the northwest of Jin Kingdom.
"Let's go! The soldiers are gone!" The old man in the store cried in a hoarse voice, waving his hands.
The sky darkened until it disappeared into the distance to the east.
…
Inside Yujian Pass.
As night fell, there were fewer people on the street. The old man collecting the stall collected the money from the last customer, packed up his belongings with a smile, prepared to load the car, and push it home.
In the light of the lanterns under the eaves of the shops on the street, someone was vaguely coming over. The old man moved the stool and put it on the stove without raising his head. He said with a smile: "I won't do it, my guest won't be able to eat today."
"Just one bowl... I want to try it. I haven't tasted it in a few years."
The old man hesitated for a moment, then nodded, took out a bowl from under the pushing stove cart, and handed it to the figure in front of him. The figure looking down looked familiar, but unfortunately the lantern's illumination was not clear.
"It seems that you have been to the Western Regions for many years, right? Why are you back now? Take this bowl. I brought this bowl back to my wife, so I gave it to you to eat without charge. After you finish eating, just put the bowl here.
On the street, I'll come and pick it up early tomorrow morning."
"Thanks."
The figure whispered, but did not raise his hand. He just leaned in and smelled it gently, "It smells so good, Dad."
The old man who was pushing the stove cart away suddenly stopped and suddenly turned around. There was no one there, only a bowl of steaming wontons lying quietly on the ground, and a copper knife coin next to it.
The old man picked up the knife and coin tremblingly, squatted on the ground and cried loudly.
The wind blew through the night, and also in the farther direction. In a barren village, a young woman coaxed her several-year-old daughter to sleep. Occasionally, the wind blew in, and the woman suddenly woke up. There was nothing around her. She stood up and looked into the house.
, the door opened, and my daughter stood outside the door, waving towards the outside.
He shouted crisply: "Goodbye, daddy."
The woman hurriedly got out of bed and rushed outside, but there was nothing in the yard. She turned around and asked her daughter. The little girl pointed to the gate of the fence.
"That's dad. He said he was leaving, going to a far away place. He also said... Mom doesn't have to wait for him to come back. Here's... what dad left. He said mom has always wanted it."
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The little girl raised her hand, and a string of pearl necklaces stained with gravel was gently swaying.
"Husband!
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The woman cried out in tears, picked up her daughter, and rushed outside the courtyard. She shouted into the empty darkness, causing the neighbors to come out one after another. When they asked what happened, they all stood in awe.
On this night, countless such things happened. Some cried all night, and finally waited for people who had not heard from them for many years. Some houses were dilapidated. Soldiers who returned knelt on their parents' graves to pay tribute to their deceased parents.
He kowtowed three times and left with the wind.
At dawn, everything that happened that night became a topic of conversation. After gathering together, many people discovered that so many dead people had returned overnight.
After the report was reported to the government, Li Anfu, who was already the prefect, sent people to search around and asked the generals in the army to match the missing soldiers. Then the statistics matched them one by one, which shocked him and hurriedly asked people to go outside the city to invite them.
Taoist priest Yun He, who was stationed here in the Tianshi Mansion, chose a place in the city to build an ancestral hall to honor these soldiers who died in other places.
"Taoist Priest, why did this happen so suddenly? Is there something fishy involved?"
Knowing the mysteries of Taoism from outsiders, Li Anfu naturally chose to treat it with caution, but Yunhe knew what was going on. When the dead souls return, clues to the Taoism of Tianshi Mansion can be found from the spells inside. But if there is
When people from Tianshi Mansion come over, they will tell him.
"Everything has its destiny, just calm down, Governor."
Yun He said a few words of relief, shook off the dust and walked out of the mansion. He came outside and looked at the cold morning sun in winter, and nodded with a smile.
"It's time for Fellow Daoist Chen to arrive. Unfortunately, he has important matters to attend to. Otherwise, he would have come here to reminisce with Pindao. I won't bother you much, so I'll just take this matter and do a ritual for the dead soldiers.
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Under the morning sun, the Taoist priest took the name list, chanted mantras, and walked away from the house.
…
The morning sun rises above the clouds.
On the taboo Gobi road, the old man of the store took his old wife and daughter-in-law to look at the original wordless stone tablet. There were many more writings, stroke by stroke, outlining the memorial to the souls of the soldiers who once stood here.
"Old man, those four people who went in yesterday afternoon are probably experts from this world."
"Yes, only such an expert dares to go in and let these soldiers return to their hometown. I just don't know why the expert hasn't come out yet."
Next to the old couple, there was also their daughter-in-law. The woman suddenly heard something, and then the strange ox cart parked outside the tea shed suddenly started to move. The old ox chewed a piece of cake, glanced sideways at the three of them, and slowly
Walking slowly towards the vast desert ahead.
"Dad, look quickly, are they those four masters?"
With good eyesight, the woman followed the direction of the ox cart and vaguely saw four figures standing in the distance. When the ox cart came, she got on the cart one by one and left. It seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye, the three of them disappeared.
End of sight.
"What a master."
The old man in the store raised his hands and bowed in the direction where the bullock cart disappeared. The old woman and her daughter-in-law did not dare to neglect, and followed the old man's example and bowed respectfully.
"Dad, these mud people are gone, how will we make a living in the future?"
"Humph, you have arms and legs, but why are you afraid of starving to death?"
The family of three, who were worried about their future livelihood, returned to the tea shed and saw a silver ingot on the table with a piece of paper underneath, with a brief sentence written on it.
——Thank you to the store for taking care of them these years.
"well."
The old man picked up the heavy silver ingot and didn't know what to say. He walked outside the tea shed and bowed again.
…
At this time, in the direction where the old man of the shop was heading, in the vast Gobi Desert, the wind was blowing the pitcher grass rolling. Looking up, the surrounding fields were completely desolate. There were only traces of other business travelers on the ground, which served as a road to move forward.
"Master, where should we go next?"
"Continue to go west." Chen Yuan drew a map, looked up at the sky, identified the direction, and told the old cow in front of him, and then replied to the fat Taoist.
"Let's come over, there should be someone waiting."
Hearing this, Sun Zhengde blinked his eyes and wiped his beard: "Who?"
"The high priest of the past, Saha!" Chen Yuan looked in the direction of where the former Pastana was, "He should come and settle the grievances of the past."