The four hundred and seventieth chapter lead the soul to return
This scene in the abandoned factory is very strange.
Xiang Que, Wang Xuanzhen, and the fourth uncle sat around the ground. There was a piece of cloth among the three of them, with some wine, meat, peanuts, chicken claws and other side dishes. Shen Jianwei served the three of them tremblingly, but
Next to the four people was a body covered with white cloth.
Yes, there were corpses next to them, but they were drinking.
Xiang Que and Wang Wangxuan were really full of oil. They basically had a bottle of beer, and smoked one cigarette after another. When they were having fun, they still had their eyes shining.
Jokes.
The fourth uncle said in a very upset, "Sir, can we do something serious? If you drink too much at this time, what if......"
Wang Xuanzhen waved his hand with a blushing face and a thick neck, and said, "Uncle Fourth, I tell you, we do this kind of thing with the same concept as when men and women smash the cannons. In today's society, we won't talk about it. You just say it.
In ancient times, there were neither videos to watch nor teachers to give lectures before a date for men and women. So how did you know how it would happen when a person smashed a cannon? I tell you that this is called nature, innate nature, and fools understand it all.
This is the reason why we summon Master Yun. It is because of nature. Do you understand?"
"Vulgar, superficial" Xiang Que burped, lit a cigarette for himself and said, "Is there a hooligan from Peking University? Why are you a graduate student who graduated from Peking University so roughly?"
"Haha, if I don't say it roughly, I'm afraid you won't understand some modified words." Wang Xuanzhen slanted his eyes and said contemptuously: "If I'm not vulgar and superficial, you say we still have the possibility of communication.
Is sex? How many brain cells do you have to waste to understand what I say?”
Xiang Que glanced at him lightly and said, "Is it true to talk about literary talent with me? I'm fucking reading a poem for you, can you answer the next two sentences for me, even if you have knowledge and culture."
"Let's come here." Wang Xuanzhen lit a cigarette and raised his head in a low-key manner.
"Geese, goose, sing to the sky with its neck and song..." Xiang Que lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and two ancient poems blurted out.
Wang Xuanzhen thought for a moment with a cigarette in her mouth, frowned and said, "It seems to be a very profound poem to describe the big goose. Brother Que didn't expect that you have a good background. You can actually recite this poem.
, You are still very ink-like."
Xiang Que smiled proudly and lowered his head without saying a word. Can he tell Fatty Wang that he had never studied for a day when he grew up so old, but he had only heard this poem about Big Goose?
The fourth uncle wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. These two men were so stubborn. After looking at the time, he gritted his teeth and urged, "Sir, the time is almost over, have you finished brewing?"
"Ah? So fast, I'm just enjoying my poems. Didn't I feel stumped by the talented people at Peking University? Poetry fighting, how artistic it is." Xiang Que scratched his nose awkwardly and looked at it.
The time points to midnight until twelve o'clock.
"Get up and work" Xiang Que patted his butt, and got up from the ground with a cigarette in his mouth.
It was just past midnight, and at 1:00 am the next day, the seventh day of Situ Shengyun, the soul-returning period.
Xiang Que lifted the white cloth covered with the body and reached out to touch Situ Shengyun's neck. The temperature of the body had warmed up and there was no cold feeling.
Xiangque placed a bowl of white rice directly in front of the head of the corpse, then inserted two chopsticks into the center of the rice, vertically, and sprinkled the grains evenly around the corpse.
Wang Xuanzhen handed a gong and a stick to Uncle Fourth and said, "Look at it later. After your big boss's shadow pops up, you can beat the gong and then shout his name. If you know the nickname or nickname, then you will be more
Okay, after one sound, continue to knock again, knock three times and shout three times, do you understand?"
But they are quite serious when doing serious business, especially when it comes to life and death, they cannot be neglected. Otherwise, if they are not supposed to be killed, they will miss it.
All cultivation will be damaged during the cycle.
"Where are wandering souls remaining? The three souls have already descended, and the seven orifices have not arrived; the wilderness of the riverside is deserted, the village of the temple; the prison of the public court, the tombs and forests; false alarms and lawsuits, the real soul is lost. Now I have sent the five paths of the mountain god, the general of the wandering road.
, When the land is in the square, the stove king of the house is here; I am sending you to search, collect your soul and possess it, and help your spirit. The heavenly gate opens the earth gate, and the boy is ordered to send his soul. The Supreme Lord is as urgent as the law!"
Xiang Que pinched the cigarette butt, pinched the four long incense sticks in his hand and lit it, bowed to the east, south, west and north, each. This is to worship the ghosts and gods in all directions. Please do not interfere with the gods and ghosts in this place
Return to the soul.
After worshiping all directions of ghosts and gods, a dark gap suddenly broke out in the middle of the factory, and a faint figure stepped out from the gap, which was the soul of Situ Shengyun who was sent back by Yu Qiuyang from the underworld.
"Please ask the soul-receiving ancestor to come to the clouds and burn money to transform the rivers and lakes. Don't stop the Yin soldiers and Yin, I will send you wine and money back quickly." Xiang Que pinched a handful of paper money and lit it, and threw it out in a flash.
The gap behind Situ Shengyun was quietly closed.
"The purple clouds are blooming in the sky, and the two immortals of Zhu and Li have sent their souls. The three souls are back to their original body. The seven souls are back to protect themselves. The green emperor protects the soul, the white emperor serves the soul, the red emperor nourishes the energy, the black emperor promotes blood, the Yellow Emperor, the master of the central government, ten thousand
God has no luck, the soul of life comes quickly, the soul of death comes quickly, next time I invite you, I will come to the meeting again, I would like to invite the six stars of the South Dipper and the seven stars of the North Dipper. I am the Supreme Lord and I am urgently following the law. "Xiang Que's foot and drink
After finishing the soul-conjuring song, he turned to the shocked fourth uncle and said, "Uncle Four, you have beaten the gong to attract the soul."
"Gudu" Uncle Fourth swallowed, his hands and feet trembled and he felt a little unresponsive. Shen Jianwei, who was standing beside him, sat on the ground in fear, and his eyes were staring at Situ Shengyun's soul.
In the middle of the abandoned factory, Situ Shengyun returned from the underworld to the world and wandered around the open space in a daze. When the soul first entered the underworld, he didn't know where he should go, so he could only wait for the Yin soldiers and Yin Clan to search.
Soul Time takes them to Naihe Bridge.
The same is true for the soul that returns to the world. At first, you don’t know where you should go or where you go. At this time, you need to attract the soul. If you don’t attract the soul, your soul will be lost immediately and become a lonely soul.
Wang Xuanzhen patted Uncle Fourth's shoulder and said, "Call me, if you don't shout, your boss will be scattered." Uncle Fourth took a deep breath before he realized.
"Dang" Uncle Fourth knocked the gong in his hand, pulled his neck and suddenly shouted: "Ayun... Come back."
"Swish" a gong sounded and a call, Situ Shengyun stopped his feet moving around, slowly turned his head and looked at the corpse.
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