Chapter four hundred and eighteen conjuring the soul
Li Xiuyuan knew that if his memory was correct, this national master named Cihang Pudu should be a thousand-year-old centipede spirit.
Moreover, his Taoism is higher than that of the old demon from Montenegro.
Based on this estimate, it should be more than one thousand years of Taoism, and it is estimated to be about two thousand years of Taoism, because the Black Mountain Old Demon's Taoism is about fifteen hundred years.
Centipede Jing, who has been practicing Taoism for two thousand years, has also cultivated the golden body. And relying on the power of the imperial court, the golden body can never be lower than Hua Gu's nine-foot-long Thousand-Armed Guanyin, which is at least twelve feet long.
Judging from Hua Gu's deeds and abilities, even the three Thunder Gods in the sky cannot defeat this centipede spirit together, and they might even be killed by this centipede spirit.
Of course, this is not what Li Xiuyuan is most afraid of, because no matter how high the spirit is, spirits can still be killed. What he is most afraid of is the identity of Cihang Pudu.
He is the imperial advisor.
With such an identity and status, even if you are not a monster, it is still very difficult.
"No matter what the Imperial Preceptor has in mind, we must fight with him now. This is not the time to fall out. I haven't dealt with the old Black Mountain demon yet, and I can't cause trouble for Cihang Pudu for no reason, otherwise there will be enemies in the court.
, There are also enemies in the mountains and fields. If I am attacked from both sides, I will be in danger." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.
About half an hour later.
Several gusts of dark wind blew from the sky, and suddenly fell in front of Li Xiuyuan, condensing into the shape of a sword-wielding ghost king.
"How is the search? Where are the souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er?" Li Xiuyuan asked.
The sword-wielding ghost king knelt on the ground with a look of panic on his face: "Little, little ghost has not been able to find them. The souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er are not in the nearby mountains and forests."
Li Xiuyuan frowned and said: "This is impossible. Didn't you say that Ma Dong and Niu Er were killed here? The soul of a person will stay wherever he dies. This is common sense. Could it be that he was captured by some spirit, or perhaps
Died in the hands of the two mountain gods of Genyue Shoushan Mountain?"
"Here, although this kid doesn't dare to say where their souls are, what is certain is that the souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er are not dead." The sword-wielding Ghost King said hurriedly.
He knew that Ma Dong and Niu Er had a far higher status in Li Xiuyuan's heart than he did.
It was just that he was not in a good position to protect himself. He couldn't even find his soul, which made him feel uneasy.
The majesty of the saints in this world cannot be underestimated.
"You are the King of Ghosts, but you don't have the ability to search for souls and find missing ghosts." Li Xiuyuan stared at him and said.
"I don't dare to hide it from the young master. The little ghost does have a way to search for ghosts, but Ma Dong and Niu Er are the bodyguards around the young master. The little ghost can calculate the location of other ghosts, but it can only calculate the location of the soul of the bodyguard around the young master.
"The sword-wielding ghost king's way.
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he remembered what was going on.
People who care about and are close to you will also be affected by you, and it is difficult to determine the location by a type of spell.
"I don't think there should be other ways to use it." Li Xiuyuan said again.
The sword-wielding ghost king thought for a moment and suddenly said: "The kid has another way, but the young master has to do it himself."
"What can I do? Tell me." Li Xiuyuan said.
The sword-wielding ghost king said: "Young Master can write a sacrificial poem to summon the souls. As a saint in the world, you can write a sacrificial poem to summon the souls. You will definitely be able to successfully attract the souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er. In ancient times, Qu Yuan's soul-calling sacrificial poem summoned the souls of Chu."
The soul of the king."
"In that case, find some pen and ink for me, and I'll write a sacrificial message to summon the souls." Li Xiuyuan said.
The sword-wielding ghost king immediately responded and left quickly. When he came back, he brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but the style was old and there was still an filthy smell on it. I don't know where he found it from the mountain tomb.
of.
Li Xiuyuan waved his hand and the filthy air dissipated, then he sharpened his ink, twisted his pen, and immediately started writing.
Not long after, a piece of soul-calling memorial text was splashed with ink.
The sword-wielding ghost king lit a wildfire in the wild, and Li Xiuyuan burned the sacrificial text.
The sacrificial inscriptions quickly turned into ashes when put into the fire, but a stream of green smoke emerged from the sacrificial inscriptions, moving in all directions with the wind.
There was a vague purple air rising and falling in the blue smoke, and the words were condensed, but all the ghosts and gods who saw this blue smoke did not know the content, and in addition, this sacrificial text also carried a power to summon the souls of the dead.
The souls of the dead named in the sacrificial documents can be allowed to return. Even if some souls are arrested by the ghost messengers and the city god, the ghost messengers of the city god must let them go once the memorial documents arrive.
Of course, the premise is that this memorial poem was written by Li Xiuyuan, not an ordinary scholar.
If he is an ordinary scholar, no ghost or god will sell his face.
Just when the memorial text was written and the smoke dispersed, there was a warehouse inside the Shunfeng Escort Agency in the capital.
There were no goods placed in the room, only two coffins.
These two coffins are to be escorted to Guo Beicheng in the south. Escorts have been arranged and they will set off at dawn.
However, at this moment, the coffin placed motionless on the ground suddenly shook slightly, as if a person was struggling and beating inside.
Immediately afterwards, a gap was exposed in the tightly sealed coffin lid.
Everything inside the coffin can be seen through the gaps.
"Huh~!"
A dark wind suddenly rose in the room and came out of the coffin.
At the same time, a gloomy energy emerged from the coffin next to it.
Two strands of Yin Qi condensed in the dim room, forming two hazy figures. They looked like two tall and burly men.
However, what is frightening is that these two men do not have a big head, but have a cow's head and a horse's head on their heads.
"Creak~!" The door of the warehouse was suddenly blown out by the wind.
The two ghosts walked out of the house in confusion, and then followed the green smoke floating in the sky toward the outside of the capital.
Because a voice sounded in the minds of these two ghosts at this moment.
"Ma Dong. Niu Er, my soul is back. Go south, pass by water, climb over mountains, stop when you see me, come back, come back."
This voice kept urging them.
The seven days have not yet come, and Ma Dong and Niu Er are now in a state of confusion. They do not know that they are ghosts or humans, and they fall into a state of confusion.
Only when the seven days were up and their consciousness gradually recovered, did they realize that they were dead.
The souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er left the escort agency at this moment and walked towards the south in confusion.
Passing through several busy streets in the capital, even if there were pedestrians passing by, they could not be seen at all.
The ghost body cannot be seen by ordinary people.
But after all, there are still people who have low Yang Qi and heavy Yin Qi, and can see ghosts.
A white-faced scholar staggered drunkenly out of a fireworks alley. He was tired from playing and was ready to go home and rest.
But when he walked to the road, he felt a cool breeze blowing, which made him shiver, and the alcohol in his body seemed to sober up a lot.
"Hey, is there someone?"
He seemed to see two figures passing by, and couldn't help but take another glance.
However, this sight frightened him so much that he screamed strangely and instantly collapsed on the ground: "Ghost, ghost, there is a ghost."
But I saw that the figures of the two people were blurry, floating and flying without any weight. There was a huge head on their necks. The head was not a human head at all, but the head of a cow and a horse.
brain.
What else could such a person be than a ghost?
Ma Dong and Niu Er seemed to hear the voice and glanced back subconsciously.
The white-faced scholar was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and passed out.
Seeing this, Ma Dong and Niu Er walked forward on their own.
Their speed is very fast, and a night breeze can even carry their souls forward.
Not long after, their souls left the capital and came to the suburbs of the capital, near Wanshou Mountain.
"Sir, we succeeded. The souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er have arrived. Look, they are at the foot of Longevity Mountain." The sword-wielding ghost king immediately discovered the souls of the two people and pointed at them.
Li Xiuyuan said: "Bring them two here."
He also saw it, but why were the souls of the two people different?
"Yes, young master." The sword-wielding ghost king responded and flew over.