Chapter 157: The Yin God Out of Body, Taiwu Inheritance, Swordsman Reincarnation
The Taoist priest muttered, "Lingfu, Dharma platform, soul-inducing flags..."
He stood in front of a table with many scattered things on it, such as candles, incense burners, tributes, talismans, inkstones, etc.
There is a risk when the Yin Shen leaves the body, and a protective deity must be invited.
The procedure is very complicated. Once you start, almost every step has a corresponding mantra to recite.
Recite the Silent Incense Mantra before applying incense, recite the Inkstone Mantra in front of the inkstone, recite the Brush Mantra before picking up the pen, recite the Ink Mantra before dipping the ink, recite the Brush Mantra before writing...
Finally, he recited a general incantation to invite the gods to summon the protective god general enshrined in Ranshan. He turned out to be a great general, shining with golden light and majestic.
Wang Ping'an met the ceremonial general and told him about his affairs. He asked the general to protect his Yinshen from the evil wind, and the general agreed one by one.
"Okay, Mo Mo, I'm coming." The Taoist priest was so scared that his lips turned white, but he sat down cross-legged and fell into trance in an instant.
A ray of light burst out from his fontanel, and it seemed to be a small human figure, thin and clear, like a crystal carving, shining brightly and brightly, it was the Taoist priest's Yin Shen.
This Yin spirit has a perfect body and is not afraid of strong winds, which shows the Taoist priest's superb cultivation.
The god general waved his flag, and countless talismans flew out, forming a circular golden ring around the small Yin Shen. This time it was safer.
Yin Shen flew to the broken sword on the table and lingered for a while, hesitated, and finally dived into it suddenly.
At this time, the door of the small building was kicked open, and several old Taoist priests rushed in, "Ping An! What are you doing!"
"Oops, he's out of body!"
"What is this? What is this?" His master grinned and cried loudly, his voice like a jackdaw.
…
Fu Xixi originally planned to leave the restaurant, but just because she took in the man in white, she stayed a little longer.
It was really hurt and I had a fever. I woke up in the evening, talked nonsense all night, and finally lost my breath before dawn.
The guys dispersed in the middle of the night, leaving Xixi alone with the poor man at the bench in the back kitchen.
His body was half leaning and half lying on a narrow wooden bench, with one leg still dangling on the ground and his head hanging sideways.
"Xian'er... don't blame me." This man was murmuring like this, drool dripping, soaking his lips, and a layer of sweat on his body. In the faint clear light of the stove fire and the moonlight, his head seemed to be a
This porcelain ball is indeed bloodless.
Fu Xixi looked curious, who is Xian'er?
"... Xiangshu, Sword Tomb, I must preserve the vitality of Taiwu Village..."
"Take revenge, I will avenge you..."
"Fu Yu, sword hilt..."
Fu Xixi giggled, "My name is Fu Xixi, you say Fu Yujian, hehe."
"Inherited...from generation to generation..."
"The world, home, and my love cannot..."
"...Come on, come on, come on."
The first ray of light from the rising sun was red and purple, and shone on the porcelain plate-like face of the man in white, reflecting a ray of Buddha's light.
"I, come, accompany you in the next life..."
Fu Xixi was a little sad that he was dead.
It can't be saved. Really, the internal energy is tested, the meridians are cut off, and the five internal organs are shattered. Especially the heart pulse, which is almost non-existent. It means that I have managed to survive until now by relying on my strong skills.
When the inner energy is exhausted, everything is over.
This person spent the last five hours of his life in delirium. Fortunately, there was a girl who laughed with her and cried for him.
When the shopkeeper came, he saw a dead man in the kitchen, so he quickly recited a few Buddhist chants, and then asked the waiter to find a mat to roll and throw it into a mass grave.
Fu Xixi sighed and accompanied the two strong men to the funeral.
It was not bright yet, and the road was a bit foggy, and the mist was also dyed golden by the rising sun. They were a group of three living and one dead, with three faces facing the light and one face in the shadow of the mat.
After leaving the city gate, the man dug a pit hastily. It was just a small depression in the soil, and the broken grass stems oozed juice, like dew.
The dead man was thrown into the pit, and there seemed to be a little ashes raised, but there seemed to be no ashes.
His fingers seemed to tremble, but then they didn't.
The guys covered it with earth and were going back with shovels on their shoulders, with sophisticated smiles on their faces, as if they were saying: It's just dead people.
Fuxixi muttered, yes, it's just a dead person.
"Sister, go back!"
The younger sister shook her head, "You guys go back, I won't."
Oh, now I understand, it’s parting, this girl who loves to laugh is leaving Juxian Tower.
The guys hesitated, and finally smiled encouragingly at her.
Their backs disappeared into the gradually dissipating morning mist, and they stood fuxixi in front of the small grave bag.
The mass graves are constantly rising and falling, and the dry and wet yellow mud does not look like a tomb, and certainly not a grave. At most, it is a transition zone for the body to return to the earth.
Countless people are here, and countless souls are rising...
Fuxixi is in a trance.
Suddenly, the soil in front of him moved.
Yes, the seal moved.
The little girl was stunned.
A hand holding the hilt of a sword passed through the surface of the earth, the boundary between life and death, and stood in the mud, rising high, like a simple tombstone.
The little girl gently put her hand on the hilt of the sword.
The deceased's fist was originally clenched, but now he suddenly loosened it. Fu Xixi quickly grabbed a handful and dropped the hilt of the sword in his hand.
For a moment, she seemed to be lost in an illusion. There was a heavy fog around her. In the gray world, figures walked past and came back again. When they came in front of her, they showed unfamiliar faces and gave her a gentle smile.
The memories and skills of Taiwu from generation to generation poured into Fu Xixi's body.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sun has risen and is very high.
Fu Xixi lowered his head, and the palm protruding from the ground disappeared and returned to the ground of the deceased.
Fu Xixi raised her head, and saw the clouds all over the sky flying back and forth, the wind blowing, carrying water vapor, leaving behind a low voice, "Inheritance..."
inheritance.
Seventeenth generation.
Taiwuxixi.
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In front of the Taoist priest stood a swordsman in white.
Wang Pingan asked: "Who are you?"
The swordsman in white replied: "I am you."
"Then who am I?"
"You are Mo Yun."
The Taoist priest shook his head, "How could I be Mo Yun? I am Mo Yun, then who is Bai Zimo?"
"He is Mo Yu Broken Sword." The swordsman in white raised his hand, and in his palm stood a small human figure, curled up, but it was none other than Bai Zimo.
"No...I can't be..." The Taoist priest couldn't believe it.
"Don't run away from this. This was part of our plan."
"What's the plan?"
"The reincarnation of the sword will break the shackles."
"Whose shackles?"
"Former Ancient Swordsman."
Mo Yun smiled at the Taoist priest and handed Bai Zimo forward in his palm.
"Come, kill him."
"No." Wang Ping'an said firmly.
"Even if you give up the ultimate power of swordsmanship?"
"Even if you give up everything."
"Okay." Mo Yun chuckled, and jumped towards Wang Ping'an, and the two of them turned into two invisible sword energies.
Flying like a dragon.
Gathering like a river.
…
Li Dingxun was sitting at home drinking tea.
It's time to go to sea in a few days. When we come back, we will lead Taiwu to clear the sword tomb.
