Chapter 193 Yang Shiduo sent the king to the underworld
Zhang Wenfeng was overjoyed when he heard that the other party was willing to enter the underworld. He kept a calm expression on his face and asked, "I can save you into the underworld, but there is one thing. You must return the truth to me."
"Fellow Taoist, feel free to ask questions, but I will tell you everything I know."
Hearing that there was a chance to enter the underworld and walk the path of reincarnation, the female ghost became more and more sure of the other party's identity, her face showed joy, and she bowed her hands in thanks.
I haven't spoken for many years, and I almost forgot how to speak. As I continued to speak for a while, my voice gradually became smoother and clearer.
Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists in return and asked, "Were you controlling the formation to surround us earlier?"
He asked this question deliberately, hoping to get some information from the side.
He also tested the female ghost’s sincerity.
Facing a female ghost whose strength was unknown, Zhang Wenfeng was cautious and did not dare to be careless in any way.
Humans and ghosts have different paths, and ghosts cannot be judged based on human nature.
After a person dies, there is always a feeling of unwillingness and resentment. No one dies willingly. People who die unjustly or suffer misfortune are especially resentful. That is why in the world of the dead, there is a practice of salvation.
Fang Bailan explained: "Fellow Taoist misunderstood that I am a ghost and can only move around near the corpse. I cannot control the 'Huanmu Trap Divine Witch Array' here. Previously, fellow Taoist used formations and flying swords to break the formation."
The 'Huan Mu Bead' in my eyes caused the formation here to be completely ineffective, and I was able to regain my freedom and be able to move around, and this is how I became attached to my fellow Taoist."
She was also very depressed. Even if the ghost had successfully cultivated, it still could not break out of the Huanmu Trap Magic Formation, which had lost its power over time. She was not happy about what the ghost had done.
The rejection, unfriendliness, and invisible suppression of ghosts in the world of the Yang world are always present. She wants to be reincarnated as a human being.
Hearing that it was a witch formation, Zhang Wenfeng and Yue Anyan looked at each other.
Then, the Duyuan Water Element restriction placed outside is a trap to deceive people.
The shaman cultivators of more than five hundred years ago were so immoral and smoking hot.
Create such a harmful thing.
If you don't know a certain formation, you won't be trapped here?
I don’t know if he would draw a ghost gate himself and go to the underworld to find Bai Wuchang... Of course it is nonsense. He will not take the last step unless it is absolutely necessary.
The mountain badger, who was sleeping soundly behind the pillar, suddenly woke up. It learned a lesson this time, bared its fangs, and squinted at the female ghost floating in the air. Knowing that it couldn't be offended, it quickly ran to the viewer.
He rubbed the hem of the patron's robe to please him, and said with a slumped head that he would never dare to do it again.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded slowly and said: "I will chant sutras and burn incense for your salvation. Please stand fifteen feet away and don't move."
The female ghost was not a Taoist monk when she was alive. She could be identified by her salutes, conversation and other details. As for why she came to the Taoist territory, it happened more than five hundred years ago. It is not interesting to dwell on the reasons.
He just wanted to send the other party on his way as quickly as possible without causing trouble.
The female ghost bowed her hands, floated down from the air, and stood still with her hands down.
Fifteen feet is a safe distance that is safe for both parties.
Faced with the devil who could threaten her, the female ghost also did not dare to be careless.
Zhang Wenfeng put away the flying sword and the green bamboo sword, handed the talisman to Yue Anyan, took out a large stack of paper money and several sticks of incense sticks from the black cloth bag, placed them on the ground, first lit a white candle and inserted it on the ground, twisted three sticks of incense sticks and went to
He waved the incense in the air, and the incense head started to smoke. He held it with both hands and offered the incense everywhere, while he began to chant some words and chant sutras.
As the sound of the scriptures with a special rhythm echoed high and low in the space, the fragrant mist curled up and wrapped around the female ghost who was more than ten feet away.
The female ghost suddenly felt that her whole body was full of energy, her palms relaxed, and a little bit of green retracted into her body. The Taoist priest opposite was indeed a ghost walking in the world of the sun, and he had some unique abilities.
Every time she wakes up, she has to face the ubiquitous oppression of the Yang world after she escapes from the shed, and disappears at this moment.
As time passed, the soul slowly dispersed and no longer looked like a human being.
The traces of resentment and hostility were washed away by the fragrant mist of the scriptures, slowly discharged from the blurred soul body, and disappeared into the dark sky.
Zhang Wenfeng was able to detect the changes in the ghost, and he was greatly relieved.
The more capable a lonely ghost is in the world, the less willing it is to enter the underworld and drink that bowl of Meng Po soup that is said to be not very tasty, and then be judged in a daze and wait to be punished. In the next life, it is a competition between being a human or an animal.
technical activities.
The female ghost in front of me who has been stuck here obviously has no chance to go out to do evil and is not worried about the judge's iron pen.
This was the best, everyone discussed and sent him down to the underworld in a harmonious manner.
Hello, hello, hello to everyone.
The chanting in his mouth became more and more full of charm, and the sound of the scriptures was like a gurgling stream, endless. From time to time, he would take a few pieces of paper money and throw them into the air, turning them into money to lead the way and burn them to the underworld in advance. With enough etiquette, he would treat them as if they were given to the female ghost.
Reward for matching one match.
This was the first time for Yue Anyan to hear the Buddhist monk reciting salvation sutras at close range.
Although she didn't know what language the master was reciting or the profound meaning of the scriptures, she couldn't help but be fascinated by it. The slight fluctuations in the master's breath when he was concentrating on reciting made her feel so calm and peaceful that she sat down and fell into meditation.
The mountain badger squatted half-crouched on the right side of the viewer, staring at the slowly rolling mass of black mist.
It is unmoved by the sound of scriptures and is always vigilant.
After Zhang Wenfeng finished chanting the sutra, there was only a remnant of the incense in his hand. He inserted it into the ground, twisted three more sticks of incense and lit it. The sound of the sutra in his mouth stopped and he looked at the eight-foot-sized ghost aura transformed by the female ghost.
After a while, a woman's voice floated out from the mist: "I have sinned deeply. Please pray to my fellow Taoist to recite sutras for me several times to wash away my anger and evil thoughts. Please, my fellow Taoist!"
"good!"
Zhang Wenfeng did not refuse and continued to chant sutras.
It's just a waste of some saliva, liner, incense paper, and as long as it can wash away the hostility on the other person's body, he thinks it's a good deal.
Red dots of incense occasionally fly in the air, and paper money burns and flies up from time to time. The space is filled with the smell of paper money and incense, and the sound of scriptures is repeated over and over again, maintaining a special rhythm and tone.
The ghostly mist became more and more thin, and the light green incense mist washed away and washed away with the sound of scriptures.
It also leaves traces of subtle luster in it.
An unknown amount of time passed, and the ghostly mist gathered and converged again, slowly transforming into a female form.
"Thank you Taoist friend for your salvation, I can go to the underworld now."
The image of the woman seemed a bit more transparent and clearer than before. She glanced at the neat rows of incense sticks planted on the rocky ground in front of the Taoist priest, cupped her hands and thanked her. She just didn't sense the direction of entering the underworld, and she was a little confused.
Zhang Wenfeng stepped out of the formation and said, "Allow me to use the ghost gate to see you fellow Taoist off!"
He has done a lot of rituals, especially the special rhythmic scriptures that Bai Wuchang taught him, so that he can understand the fluctuations in the ghost's heart. If he has any malicious intentions, he will not be able to hide them from him, and he no longer has to worry about the female ghost repeating himself.
The woman took the initiative to move back to show respect.
Five feet away, Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his left index finger and drew a square, deep and blurry ghost gate in the air, showing off his ghostly style. Then he returned to the formation, and Yue Anyan sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated, looking like he would not wake up for a while.
The woman circled around the ghost gate, and with her knowledge, she could recognize the true and false auras.
With a smile on his face, he waved his hands, and the white clothes on his body flew out and floated slowly in the air. The woman was still wearing the same white clothes and said: "Now that I am out of trouble, I have almost nothing, and no gifts."
If you can get it, this 'Liusha Water Clothes', although it has gone through a lot of battles and wear and tear over the years, it still retains its usefulness. I gave it to a fellow Taoist next to me to express my gratitude and ask her to help me keep my legacy.
Give it some time and repay the favor later!"
Zhang Wenfeng was dumbfounded. Since the female ghost had misunderstood the relationship between him and Yue Anyan, he didn't bother to explain.
He just cupped his fists to say thank you in place of Yue An. He didn't care whether he repaid his kindness or not. He met by chance and sent you to the underworld for his own safety. It was different from drawing a sword to help when there was injustice in the rivers and lakes. Furthermore, he would not take his verbal promise seriously.
It’s hard to say whether there will be a next life. Who will recognize who after drinking Meng Po soup?
He doesn't think anyone has the ability to be reincarnated and still maintain a trace of wisdom. Wouldn't the underworld become a mere formality? Anyone who has the ability can step on the road and start over again when encountering difficulties.
The meaning of existence in the underworld is rebirth, reincarnation as humans, animals, birds, fish and insects, God knows.
"Excuse me, haven't you asked my Taoist friend for his name yet?"
He didn't want to have long nights and dreams, so he sent the female ghost on her way as soon as possible so that everyone would feel at ease.
The woman stepped forward and walked into the ghost gate without saying a word. She could see that the ghost gate only existed in the world for a limited time, and if she missed it, she might regret it for the rest of her life.
Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand, and the remaining paper money on the ground flew into the sky and turned into fireballs, and the ghost gate disappeared without a trace at the same time.
The merits are complete and everything is at peace.