Chapter 72: Attracting Ghosts, Opening the Door of Convenience
Candles lit with dry mugwort leaves mixed with licorice shreds twisted into a wick emit bursts of herbal scent, dispersing and diluting the intrusion of floral fragrance.
Zhang Wenfeng used his Yuan Qi to control the flickering candlelight, and walked leisurely until he reached the halfway point of the hillside and stopped in front of the Enchanted Flower Spirit Plant he found during the day.
The black flowers as big as the mouth of the bowl open at random, like the teeth of a man-eating monster, revealing a dark egg-sized fruit in the middle.
Under the moonlight, there is occasionally a faint light like a will-o'-the-wisp, which flickers on the surface of the fruit.
Along the way, he scanned with his spiritual eyes and found three such fruits.
Ordinary nectar flowers bloom every year but do not bear fruit. Only nectar flowers bloom three times and bear ecstasy fruits once.
The enchanting flower blooms when the sun sets and closes when the sun rises in the morning.
The fragrance of flowers is permeating and as mellow as old wine. People and animals can induce hallucinations if they accidentally inhale the fragrance of flowers. This is the reason for the strange phenomenon of ghosts beating on the wall on the hillside. Coupled with the unique smell of the intoxicating fruit, it aggravates the hallucinations and makes the trapped people how to do it.
Can't even get out.
Only when the sun gets higher and the fragrance of flowers fades can we go out.
As for the two out-of-town men who were trapped on a hillside, took off their clothes and killed each other, it was clear that there was something behind the scenes.
The fruit of drunkenness is about to ripen, and the undercurrent is surging. How can he miss tonight's harvest?
Knowing clearly that there are ghosts in the mountains, I prefer to travel to the ghost mountains.
Jiuhe Palace's foreign affairs department purchased Jie Zhiquan for the fruit of drunkenness. They didn't want everyone to know about it, so they acted in a sneaky way. Instead of dealing with the Daolu branch, they would rather risk breaking into the town office to rob people.
They never dreamed that Mr. Zhang had a unique skill in painting and could find out their whereabouts in a short time, follow the clues and catch them all.
These things were all deduced by Zhang Wenfeng after the fact based on existing clues.
When Xie Zhiquan and the three of them were arrested, they were all wearing night clothes that were suitable for moving at night. Their minds were not on the town office at all. They were unprepared and looked down on the country people's ability to handle cases, so they were caught off guard.
Zhang Wenfeng observed the Intoxicating Fruit for a moment, then continued searching eastward to see if there were other Intoxicating Fruits.
This opportunity only comes once, and he will definitely not be able to get the fruit of drunkenness here three years later.
"Be careful, there are rolling rocks!"
The donkey suddenly reminded him that it was not as leisurely and elegant as the viewer, and its eyes were as wide as copper bells. It was always wary of strange things around it, especially in the direction of the dark mountain tops.
Two bucket-sized rocks rolled down from above, but strangely, no sound was made.
Zhang Wenfeng jumped forward, three feet forward, and landed on a gray-white rock. The candlelight in his hand flickered, and the donkey followed closely behind him without even taking half a step back.
The stone hit the place where they had just passed, making two loud noises after the collision.
Zhang Wenfeng held the candle with his left index finger, which was shrouded in the bright shadow of the candle. He pointed at the thin black mist coming from the rockfall. The ghostly aura given to him by Bai Wuchang was slightly revealed, and the black mist rushed into the candlelight, and he was immediately restrained.
Like being stuck in the mud.
"Destroy!"
With a soft drink, the viewer flicked his right finger, and two slender and fuzzy green wood stabs hit two black mist.
There are two "Puff" sounds, and if the bubble bursts, there will be a faint wail in the black mist, and it will disappear.
The donkey had long ears and listened to the rocks rolling down until they were blocked by shrubs and rugged tree trunks. It smashed countless flowers and plants along the way. It heard the voice in confusion: "This ghost... doesn't seem to have survived without being beaten."
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The way the master of the temple kills ghosts looks pretty good.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced towards the top of the mountain and said through a message: "It's two little ghosts testing it, and the old one is still on top. You listen to my signal and save the use of thunder. You will have to rely on your lightning skills to kill the old ghost later."
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The donkey's confidence greatly increased and he sent a message: "I have the order!"
The viewer must rely on its lightning-dropping skills, which sounds really encouraging.
There was a faint green light flashing in Zhang Wenfeng's eyes. He looked around with his spiritual eyes and sighed softly: "In the place where the Yin gathers, the sins are so heavy that there is no way to escape, and there will be trouble in the end."
He walked with strange steps and recited in a strange tone the previous life's "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Tian Zun's Wonderful Sutra for Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin": "At that time, the Tian Zun who saved suffering was everywhere in the ten directions. He always used his divine power to
, rescue all sentient beings. To escape from the lost path, all sentient beings are unaware, just like seeing the sun and moon blindly. I am too inexperienced, and my efforts are boundless..."
As he recited scriptures, there were faint sounds of ghosts crying in the dark wind all around, and they were wailing sadly.
It was not noticeable at first, but then gradually turned into the sound of hundreds of ghosts wailing and the rocks shaking.
The entire Xihe Mountain was dotted with ghost fires, and all kinds of ghosts emerged from the ground. They surrounded this small candlelight with the sound of chanting sutras.
The donkey was so frightened that he broke into sweat, there were so many ghosts!
It didn't dare to settle down easily, for fear that the next step would be to have the underground ghost grab its foot pole and not let go.
The master's ability to attract ghosts is definitely top-notch, much better than his ability to kill ghosts. The confidence that the donkey had just risen suddenly fell to the bottom.
There are so many ghosts, how should we punish them?
No matter how many mouths it has, it won't be enough.
It wanted to slap itself several times with its hooves, crow's mouth, and all the good things didn't work and the bad things hit.
It's okay to say that there is a group of ghosts on this shabby hillside. Now, there is really a big group!
What a big group of ghosts.
A group of ghosts danced, and the dark wind howled.
The will-o'-the-wisps floated little by little, and the sound became louder and louder.
The candlelight in Zhang Wenfeng's hand never went out. His face was gentle, with a hint of compassion and compassion, and he chanted sutras in an unhurried and unhurried tone, like ancient rhymes, soothing the ghosts who were trapped on the mountain and unable to enter reincarnation.
After Bai Wuchang's guidance, the scriptures he recited had a unique requiem power.
The index finger wearing the ghost ring on his left hand stretched out, and the candle light waved up and down with the finger, dragging out rays of light, and a square, deep and fuzzy ghost gate appeared in the sky.
He waved a complex ancient gesture with his right hand, which was the etiquette for inviting ghosts to enter the netherworld.
He used the identity of the temporary ghost mission given to him by Bai Wuchang to open a back door on the hillside, waiting to temporarily break the trap that had been arranged on the hillside at an unknown time.
It certainly didn't happen in the past ten years. There are so many ghosts trapped on this mountain that I don't know how many hundreds of years have passed.
Nowadays, the spiritual energy tide is rising. In ten years' time, these ghosts will be nourished by spiritual energy, and the consequences will be disastrous. In time, they will even be able to raise a ghost king that is rarely seen in the world.
Suffer.
I wonder who is so vicious? He has set up a place where ghosts can gather.
The nearby Qingshui Temple is probably not free from suspicion.
He came here at noon, when the sun was shining brightly and the sun was at its peak. He didn't realize that this place would be so grand. He only smelled a hint of unusual ghost energy. It's not uncommon for ghosts to hide in such a dark place. He didn't expect it to be a ghost mountain.
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Fortunately, although there were many ghosts, they could not stop him as a monk with the identity of a ghost.
This is also the basis for his confidence to dare to travel to Xiheshan at night.
If it were any other cultivator in the Transformation Qi Realm, no matter how powerful his magic power was and no matter how many methods he used, he would have rashly disturbed the peace of the ghosts, and he would probably be in trouble and would be unable to escape.