Chapter three hundred and eighty first moldy ghost
Yun Hengqiang took two steps forward, glanced at Yi Qing in surprise, something flashed in his eyes, and he said with a bit of urgency, "What fellow Taoist said just now means that there are other ways to deal with the strange ghosts."
way?"
Yi Qing's face darkened, "These strange ghosts are obviously made up of tens of thousands of remnant souls. The remnant souls are also part of the soul. Did you know that under the soul-destroying formation, the souls will fly away. These tens of thousands of souls will never be reincarnated.
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The more he talked, the angrier he became. He thought he would not be a bad person because of his virtues. He didn't expect that he would kill thousands of remnant souls in one move. This kind of thing is not just for monks, but also for demons.
Don't dare to do it.
But everyone didn't take it seriously at all, and instead looked at him even more angrily.
"What kind of remnant soul? The soul is scattered! It's all nonsense."
"That's right, if the White Walkers are unclear, the living people will be eaten up."
"Don't stop here to confuse the public with your lies. I hope this is to defend the righteousness of the world!"
"Master Yun Tian doesn't want to listen to this nonsense anymore. We just need to capture these evil people first."
"No!" Yun Heng stopped in front of everyone again. There was no anger on his face, but he was a little excited anyway. Seeing that Yi Qing's eyes seemed to be shining, he said more eagerly, "According to what fellow Taoist said, this kind of strange...
...No, how should we deal with these remnant souls?"
A trace of surprise flashed through Yiqing's heart. He always felt that something was wrong. His eyebrows tightened and he said, "Of course it will be returned to the River of Forgetfulness and sent to the underworld for reincarnation."
"Reincarnation? Rebirth?" Yun Heng was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of confusion, and he was about to ask.
Yi Qing had already turned around and walked towards the direction of the White Walkers. He formed seals with his hands and golden light shone under his feet. In an instant, a huge past life formation appeared on the ground, extending to the entire forest in an instant.
The originally dark ghost ghosts seemed to have been blown away by the clouds, and the black energy dispersed. Along with the ghost's yin energy, the ghosts' yin energy also disappeared. Transparent shadows suddenly appeared in front of them one after another, but they looked extremely weak, and some were more fragile.
There is no human form, just a ball of white air. They are densely packed together. At first glance, there are actually tens of thousands of them.
Everyone present was stunned, looking at the large phantom in front of them in disbelief.
"This...what is this..."
"Why did the White Walkers suddenly become like this? Did they...become ghosts?"
"But why is there no Yin Qi?"
"Hey, is that... the head of the Yan family? Isn't he..." Dead?
Everyone took a breath, as if they had never seen such a scene before. When they took a closer look, as soon as the magic formula in Yi Qing's hand fell, the weak remaining souls in the forest suddenly turned into wisps of blue smoke and fell directly into the sky.
In the Wangchuan River below.
In less than half a stick of incense, the strange ghosts that originally came overwhelmingly and could almost destroy the entire Longxing City had completely disappeared, leaving only dead branches and leaves on the ground.
Yiqing scanned the entire forest with his spiritual consciousness, and there was not a single remnant soul left. It seemed that Song Ren was the only one special, and the resentment of the other ghosts was not strong enough to prevent them from entering the River of Forgetfulness.
All the Xuanshi present were stunned, and no one said anything for a long time.
Yun Heng was the first to react and walked forward quickly, "Fellow Taoist, where did those alien... remnant souls go?"
"Send it to me... Huh?" Before he could finish his words, he suddenly paused and looked up at a glimmer of light emerging from the horizon, "It's dawn!"
"Huh?"
"There's no time, I have to go back and cook!"
"Ah? Ah!" What to do?
After saying that, he directly grabbed a certain dandelion phantom on the ground, turned around, wielded his sword, and disappeared with a swish of his sword.
This left everyone with their eyes wide open, and Yun Heng who looked confused.
There is nothing more important than going back and preparing breakfast for Master!
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Longxing City, an inn.
"That's what happened." Yiqing told the story of last night while clearing the table.
"Oh." Shen Ying, who finally finished her breakfast, turned her chopsticks upside down, squatted on the ground and poked a coward who was standing up, "So... he's sick again?"
Getting sick?
Yi Qing was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"Perhaps he was affected by the resentment of those remaining souls." He continued to explain, "This time he burst out with more resentment than before. I have already summoned Po Meng, but... maybe even she may not be able to clear it up. resentment."
Shen Ying looked at the ground and saw that his whole body was sizzling with black air, like someone suffering from mold, "Is there no other way?"
"I haven't found out about his past, and I don't know what Song Ren's heart is? So I can't completely eliminate the resentment."
"Then just throw it away first?"
"I can only temporarily seal him in the phantom body, but the resentment eats his soul. If this continues, his soul will disappear completely."
"It's so troublesome!" Shen Ying tilted her head, "How about throwing him back to Daddy Niu."
Yiqing was stunned for a moment, and then reminded him seriously after a while, "It's okay to let Dad Niu deal with it, but we haven't found Yu Hong yet. If we go back now... I estimate that our living expenses for the next three months will be gone."
"Well……"
"And..." Yi Qing continued, "If Song Ren doesn't recover by tomorrow, we won't have money to stay in the inn."
Shen Ying froze, threw away the chopsticks in her hand, stood up, patted Yi Qing on the shoulder and said, "Cook, you are right! The treasure hunter ghost has been following us for several days after all. We are loyal. Man. Even if he turns into a moldy ghost, we will not give up on him!"
"..." What the hell is a moldy ghost?
"But he's a bit moldy!" Shen Ying looked at the people on the ground who were getting more and more black, scratched her head and suggested, "How about pulling it out, shaking it, and drying it to remove the mold or something? "
As she said that, she bent over and took out the resentful Song Ren from the phantom body on the ground. She held a corner with one hand and shook it up and down against the window like shaking a quilt.
For a moment, all I could hear was a roaring sound of wind, and a ball of resentment was shaken into a rectangular shape.
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"Master... Master!" Yi Qing had a black line on his head. He took a step slowly before stepping forward to stop him, "Song Ren is filled with resentment and cannot be shaken off... Huh? Shake it off!"
(⊙_⊙)
Before he finished speaking, he saw a large amount of resentment falling away from Song Ren in an instant, like a shell peeling off.
"..."
This works too!
"Okay!" Shen Ying shook for less than two minutes, and the resentment disappeared, revealing a translucent soul inside, but it still hadn't woken up, and there was still some black in the soul, "Take it again, Just dry it in the sun and that’s it.”
Yiqing: "..."
No... As expected of Master!
Just as Yi Qing was about to say something, the waiter suddenly knocked on the door outside and said, "Sir, Master Yun Tian asked me to pass a message. I want to ask to see you, sir. Is it convenient for me to meet you?"
Master Yun Tian?
Got it very quickly!
"Master, he is the god-transformation monk I just mentioned." Yiqing explained, then nodded and asked the waiter to invite the person up.
"Oh." Shen Ying didn't pay attention.
Less than half a moment later, I saw a large piece of golden light moving towards the room, which was so bright that it poked my eyes.
Shen Ying was stunned, and subconsciously squinted her eyes. What a big... light bulb!
(⊙ o ⊙)
He lowered his head and looked at the moldy ghost in his hand.