While he breathed a sigh of relief, Emperor Ye couldn't help but secretly rejoiced.
Lin Anqi was the treasure of the Lin family, the only relative and granddaughter of Lin Baoguo. If she was blown away by a gust of evil wind and turned into a fool, even if Mr. Lin didn't kill her, she would probably be the same.
While Ye Huang was wiping away his cold sweat, Wucha still did not stop his rituals. After that illusory soul floated on Lin Anqi's body for a while, it slowly moved toward Lin Anqi with the beating of Wucha's cowhide drum.
The puppet that had been carved in advance fell up and down.
"The soul is back, take it away!"
Wucha shouted softly, and the seven-star magic weapon in his hand suddenly turned towards the direction of the puppet and made a downward smashing motion. At the same time, the originally swaying soul turned into a wisp like Aladdin's magic lamp.
Green smoke clung to the puppets carved by Wucha.
After all this was done, Wucha still did not dare to take it lightly. He quickly took a few talismans, bit the tip of his tongue and spit it out again. He drew a few soul-fixing talismans on the puppet and pasted them on the puppet. This was considered a success.
Breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay! It's finally done."
After wiping away some sweat, Wucha finally showed a smile on his originally solemn expression and turned to face Emperor Ye.
"It's done?"
Hearing what Wucha said, Ye Huang felt relieved and asked.
"Well! The first step has been completed. I dragged one of Miss Lin's souls to the puppet. In this way, I can deceive the caster. After taking a rest, I can lift the spell on Miss Lin. I believe that as long as the action
Come on, there shouldn't be too much trouble."
Nodding, Wucha took a breath. After working for an hour, he was exhausted and exhausted. He was almost ruined by the yang evil that blew in. Wucha also had a feeling of luck in his heart.
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Having just completed the first step this time, he felt that it was much more difficult than saving Gao Hu before. At least to save Gao Hu, he only needed to attract the soul, and he didn't need to fiddle with so many gadgets or spend any money.
Such a big heart.
Concealing the secret of heaven is a matter of Zhe Yangshou. Even if he touches the edge a little, the negative impact will be enough for him to bear.
If the young master hadn't been here just now and knew the Nine-Character Mantra, I'm afraid Wucha could only watch Lin Anqi's soul being eroded by the Yang Evil. Although she wouldn't be completely destroyed, at least Miss Lin would have to lie in bed for the rest of her life.
"That's good. Is that evil wind just now a Yang evil spirit?" He signaled Wucha to sit down first. Yehuang poured him a glass of water and asked.
"That's right! Yin and Yang evil is a saying in Feng Shui. If Yin does not grow, Yang does not grow. All things in the world need the balance of Yin and Yang to survive and grow in an orderly manner. However, not every place in the world can survive and grow in an orderly manner.
Places can achieve harmony between yin and yang, but in most places yin and yang are still in an unbalanced state. The balance we are talking about now is only relative, and the yin and yang are at two extremes, yin and yang.
Sha are not a place where people can live. Yin evil is mostly found in deep mountains and old forests, as well as in rivers and swamps, which are extremely yin places. Yin evil is the product of this extremely yin place, and the same is true for Yang evil.
These two things are not accessible to ordinary people, and even virtuous people do not dare to touch these things easily. If they touch them, they will die and it will be difficult to survive."
"However, there are many versions of the theory of Yin and Yang Evil circulating in China. The only thing I can tell you is what my grandfather told me at the beginning. Yang Evil is the ultimate yang evil, and the soul belongs to Yin. It could have been peaceful, but because
It is an evil thing, so it cannot cycle between yin and yang. If Miss Lin's soul had encountered this thing just now, I'm afraid she would have been almost demented."
"So serious?"
"Haha, sir, there are so many things in Yin Yang and Five Elements. Our shamanism has only scratched the surface of it. The entire strange sect is all-encompassing and has been passed down for thousands of years. How can one person be able to figure it out?"
"We now use Feng Shui Kanyu to conduct ordinary Feng Shui survey and divination of fortune and misfortune, but in ancient times, this kind of thing was used to predict the destiny of the country and to establish the capital and build the city. How many mysterious things are there in it? It's not just a sentence or two.
It can be explained clearly.”
Seeing Ye Huang's silly look, Wucha smiled, put down the water glass and continued.
"After thousands of years of inheritance, today's strange arts, Feng Shui and Five Elements have almost withered away, especially in the mainland. Grandpa said that during the Cultural Revolution, it was a catastrophe for our industry. We were burned and smashed.
What is left behind are those that some sages risked their lives to hide. The ten years of the Cultural Revolution, for the Qimen of China, are no less than the losses caused to Qimen by the Japanese in the Kingdom of the Sun during the eight years of the Anti-Japanese War."
Hearing Wucha's words, Ye Huang, who was sitting on the other side, was also silent for a while. Although he had not experienced that turbulent era, Ye Huang had read descriptions of that era from many books abroad.
It was an era when the people were extremely conservative and unified in their thinking, and could even be described as ignorant. Just like today's North Korea, people's souls in that era were extremely pure, or it could be said that they were extremely ignorant.
In that era, except for the country's orthodox thoughts, everything else, including Confucius and Mencius, were criticized and destroyed to varying degrees. In particular, things such as Feng Shui and Kanyu, which were scientifically unexplainable, were even labeled as
The legacy of the old society and the cancer of the new society have been resolutely attacked and resisted.
Almost all temples and Taoist temples across the country were demolished and requisitioned. As for some classics, they were burned and destroyed by a group of crazy and brainless people.
And this approach has made Huaxia's strange arts, which were already declining due to the war of resistance, become even more declining. Today, there are very few who can inherit the Taoism and inherit it in an orderly manner. There are more in the world.
They are just liars who know a little bit about it.
"Things have already happened, and no one can change it. What we can do is to continue as much as possible the things that have been passed down by China for five thousand years. What you have to do is learn all the things your grandfather gave you, and then
Roll up the learning on the cowhide, and finally find a qualified inheritor to pass it on to the next generation!"
Sighing, Ye Huang stared at Wucha who looked a little lonely and comforted him. The horn of the Cultural Revolution was blowing throughout the entire land of China. Even in remote mountain villages in Heilongjiang, all this was inevitable. Uncle Wumo was able to leave these things.
It's really not easy.
"That's what I think too. I can't control the general trend of the world. What I can do is take up the responsibility that grandpa has given me and help the young master find Quan Xuanyuan Jue as soon as possible. No matter what, I don't want to be a bachelor for the rest of my life..."
