After running around in the wilderness shrouded in darkness for about an hour, the sound of rooster crows drove Zhang Kedao not to slack off. He flew out for at least sixty or seventy miles in a row, checked the towns along the official road, and even sneaked into the town for two days.
I've seen it in the study of a wealthy family who doesn't have Taoist talismans or door gods to guard their homes.
After many investigations, Zhang Kedao had to admit that he had entered the wrong set and entered a strange time and space.
It’s really dumbfounding. How many famous gates of hell are there left in the underworld?
No, it should be the forked roads leading out of the Hell Gate, commonly known as the "Yangguan Road". He went astray. No, it was the golden rooster that followed the induction and returned to the time and space where the caster was.
If I hadn't experienced an escape from the underworld, no one would believe me. There are countless Yangguan roads leading to the Yang world.
Zhang Kedao, who has always had a calm personality, was almost so depressed that he cursed God for making fun of honest people.
There is a god three feet above his head, but he doesn't know whether his fate is good or bad?
The joy of escaping from the dead was gone. If the Pure Heart Art had not been able to affect his soul state, he would have lost half of his sanity long ago and turned into an evil spirit that howled towards the sky.
Calm down, must calm down!
Zhang Kedao recited Taoist scriptures silently for a long time to calm down his despair and regain his composure.
Even if the situation is once in a century, he can encounter it again and again like shit. Blaming everyone can't solve any problem, so the only way is to return the sun with a dead body. This is a helpless move. You must find a suitable one before dawn.
The "host body".
He had just escaped from the ghost realm of the underworld. If he had not been guided, or if no one had saved him, he would not have been able to enter the underworld again.
The underworld is not owned by his family. Except at certain times, it cannot be entered and exited at will.
Zhang Kedao did not dare to waste time. Even if it was extremely difficult to restore the body through a corpse, time was extremely scarce, and he had not yet had to shop around to make a choice, he had to face it with a firm heart.
In order to survive!
On the way here, he had actually paid attention to whose houses had set up mourning halls to perform white rituals, but he didn't expect to actually use them.
In the nearby town, a mountain village more than three miles away, there was a white lantern house with a white cloth shed that was eye-catching even in the middle of the night. Zhang Kedao sighed and turned around to go to the dark place, hoping it was a young, strong and handsome man.
But don't be an old woman, otherwise you will die again within a few years, and you will have to change your gender, which will be unbearable to anyone.
He also didn't want to frighten his filial sons and grandsons by pretending to die later, and frighten the whole family to death. But he had no choice, it was better to die than to live, so let's treat it as a funeral instead of a happy event.
I hope his luck is better than that of Tieguai Li, and he will be born with infinite blessings!
After traveling for a long time, Zhang Kedao had already discovered that the strength of his soul was not as strong as when he was in the underworld. He figured out that it was due to excessive consumption when controlling the golden rooster to break through the ghost gate. He was exhausted at the moment and just wanted to find a "place to stay" as soon as possible.
Have a good rest.
Soon arriving at the village on the edge of the official road, Zhang Kedao went straight to the spiritual shed that was instinctively attracted to him.
But he saw two people dressed as Taoist priests walking together in the open shed.
An old man was holding the clock in his hand, muttering some words and not knowing what scriptures he was chanting. Another young man, who must be a disciple, was holding a ruler in his hand and making a sound. There were three other men in linen and filial piety kneeling in front of the brazier, burning a few pieces from time to time.
Yellow money paper or paper ingots folded into the shape of ingots.
Trouble, this is going too far by doing it all night long.
Zhang Kedao felt the intimidation of the invisible sound waves when the old Taoist priest shook the Dharma bell, and then looked at the black-framed portrait above the mourning hall. It was a thin old man sketched with a brush. He smiled stiffly. His painting skills were better than those of a professional art student like him.
It was too far, he hesitated.
Are you just waiting here for a rest while the Taoist priest is doing the exercises, so that you can recuperate your Yang?
Or should I take advantage of some time and look elsewhere?
He definitely wouldn't be able to break in like this. There were several places inside that were threatening to him.
In addition, the old Taoist priests seem to have some Taoist practices, and if they try to force themselves in, they will not get any favors. Instead, they will be beaten with stuff.
Suddenly, the old Taoist priest, whose eyes were half-squinted and seemed to be mumbling in his sleep, opened his eyes, reflecting the candlelight like lightning, and glanced into the darkness outside the shed. He pinched a strange magic formula with three fingers of his left hand, and raised a three-pronged copper bell with his right hand to face the outside.
In a flash, Chun Lei shouted loudly:
“$%(￣俣)@⊙#”
Two of the filial sons who were kneeling in front of the fire plate couldn't bear it anymore and secretly dozed off. One of the young ones was suddenly frightened and almost fell into the pot. The middle-aged man next to him grabbed him and scolded him in a low voice.
Zhang Kedao hurriedly flew to a high place. He is an invisible and transparent thing in the eyes of living people, but people with a sense of Taoism can sense his existence, as well as children with extremely weak fire energy, or dogs and cats with special spirituality.
Wait until you can see souls and ghosts.
The old Taoist priest was very difficult to mess with. That sudden and invisible attack hit a peeping fuzzy wandering ghost, and most of the wandering ghost that was left acting instinctively was scattered, leaving only a small ball as big as a fist that escaped in embarrassment.
Zhang Kedao noticed the old Taoist priest's eyes and must have discovered his existence. He was trying to frighten ghosts.
Forget it, let's go quickly, it's because the wandering spirit thought he was here to steal money from the underworld and leaned too far forward, ruining his good deeds.
It's not unusual for him to be someone else's cheap grandfather. All his capital is gone and he has thousands of children and grandchildren.
If you don't want to stay here, you will have to stay there... Hey, why do Taoist priests bother to be Taoist priests?
Zhang Kedao made some slanderous remarks and rushed to the next town to try his luck.
There is another family in the village near the next town that is doing a white thing. It looks deserted and deserted. They even light a few white candles. It is far less grand than this family. It is a better chance for him.
Time is really running out, he estimates that it will be almost the fifth watch.
Flying high up with a wide view, Zhang Kedao continued on his way, silently reciting the Tao Sutra to relieve his increasingly irritable mood.
He is too difficult.
There were still about three or four miles away from the next town. A dense and dark building could be seen in the direction of the town. Zhang Kedao suddenly froze. He felt an instinctive pull through his soul body.
...There are fresh dead people nearby who have just lost their breath.
Souls that can return Yang are very sensitive to this invisible aura of the dead.
Zhang Kedao took a moment to determine the direction, then turned to fly above the small fork on the right side of the official road. He crossed a low mountain and flew up for a short time. Zhang Kedao suddenly discovered a small Taoist temple building on the top of the mountain.
How can we be sure it is a Taoist temple?
It was too similar to the Taoist temple style he had seen in his previous life, and he also discovered the Tai Chi and Bagua patterns carved on the stone railings.
Avoid going around the front of the Taoist temple to avoid being cast into gray by the bronze mirrors that may be hanging there.
After crossing the low wall at the back, he came to a thatched hut with a wooden door ajar. Zhang Kedao got in and saw a very young man lying on a simple wooden bed. He was breathless and his body was curled up and his expression was twisted.
I don’t know if it was a sudden illness or something else, but he died at a young age.