The Sun of the Patriarch of Demon Dao shines on the stars

After the people gradually dispersed, the soul catcher began to suppress the soul.The Tihong sunset sprinkled on the blood-stained execution platform, like a layer of blood veil, blurring the edges of the bloodstains and turning them into falling petals.

The Zhenyin box is placed in the center of the place where the incantations are drawn, and the body of the box is affixed with Zhenwen talismans and seals on all sides.Zishi is the time when the yin energy is the strongest, and the soul is the most active, and it is the most suitable time for breaking the soul, because it is very easy to grasp the movement of the soul during this time, so as to control the soul.

The soul catcher was busy until Yinshi, and found that the soul in the box was not broken, lying quietly in the box.He knew something was wrong.The strength of the soul has nothing to do with the strength of the body before death, but depends on the strength of the spirit before death.The more persistent and resentful the person, the more difficult it is for the soul to rest after death. This is why haunted houses with tragedies are often haunted.

But the soul catcher can feel that the soul in the box has no resentment, but is so stubborn that it cannot be broken.After Nie Huaisang knew the situation, he took the trouble to invite Wei Wuxian who was traveling far away.

But after Wei Wuxian heard about the whole thing, he took a look at Xue Yang's body from a distance, and waved his hands lightly, refusing to come forward.

Nie HuaiSang sighed, and ordered: If it can't be broken, it can't be broken. The body is already broken like that, just leave his soul as a whole body, and it's good to be suppressed.

As if the soul catcher had been granted amnesty, he sealed the talisman on the mouth of the box. A gust of wind blew the talisman and seal trembling. After the crucifixion, the job was done.

The Zhenyin Box was said to be buried near the Knife Sacrifice Hall in Xinglu Ridge, very close to Nie Mingjue's burial place, so no one dared to go around Xinglu Ridge, which saved Nie Huaisang a lot of trouble.

Xiao Xingchen did not accept the invitations and persuasion of many immortal families. On the second day, he carried Shuanghua on his back and took a whisk in his hand, and returned to the mountain where Sanren lived in seclusion in Baoshan.

Seeing him coming back, the scattered people looked a little heavy, and asked him to accompany him to the Qingling River at the foot of the mountain.

The sun is still warm and gentle, shimmering on the surface of the lake, green grass grows along the lakeside, and the soil is somewhat moist and soft.Everything is still the same as before, as if time has not changed and nothing has happened.

"After you were injured that day, Xue Yang came to me again. At first I refused to see him, but later he offered to make a deal with me. He took out the Yinhu Talisman and asked me to heal your injury, and Give you his eyes."

Baoshan Sanren looked into the distance, with an old voice: "The Yinhu Talisman is a monstrous monster, it can save people for a while, and it can also destroy the world for a while. This kind of thing needs to be destroyed and never reappeared in the world to be able to survive." Keep the world safe."

Xiao Xingchen listened silently, his eyes covered by thick eyelashes.Baoshan Sanren stopped and stared at Xiao Xingchen.Xiao Xingchen raised his eyes and stared deeply at her.

"Xingchen, I'm sorry, but you can't stay here. I let you go down the mountain thirteen years ago. I wanted you to find peace and tranquility in your heart after going through the trivial things in the world of mortals. But now your heart has indeed calmed down, but it's not peaceful. , but dead stillness, like a pool of closed water, without ripples. Stardust, this place is not suitable for you. You'd better go back to the world, the hustle and bustle there may bring a little vitality to your heart."

After Baoshan Sanren finished speaking, he smiled at him, turned around and flew up the mountain alone, hiding in the dense forest.

The morning sun and the evening are cloudy, and the stars move.I don't know how long it has passed. From time to time, in the busy streets and alleys of the world or on the remote paths in the mountains, I can see a Taoist with a fairy air from time to time. He is dressed in clean white clothes, with an exquisite bamboo flute pinned to his waist, walking alone. So, wherever there is a living corpse, he will appear there,

Bring peace wherever you go.

On this day, the weather was cloudy and the wind was cool.Xiao Xingchen was walking in the market when he was suddenly stopped by a Mr. Yin Yang holding a Zhao Yin flag.

That gentleman's beard is half white, with a small braid on his head, and a thin guqin on his back.His eyes wandered around Xiao Xingchen, his face was solemn, and then he said to Xiao Xingchen in a serious manner: "My Taoist priest, you have been haunted by evil spirits recently, and your luck is bad. Old man, in this way, you give me some money to get rid of the disaster, and I will help you accept this ghost!"

Xiao Xingchen asked anxiously, "Old man, can you see what he looks like?"

Mr. Yin Yang looked at Xiao Xingchen's side seriously again, and said, "Well... this ghost looks pretty good, with fine black hair on his forehead, and a cunning evil in his pupils, look at him , now baring his teeth to scare me!"

Xiao Xingchen frowned, and asked with some distress: "Old man, ask him, can he see? Can he speak? Does he... still hurt?"

Mr. Yin Yang hurriedly took down the guqin, and played it with his wrinkled fingers for a while. Soon, the guqin produced several notes.The husband raised his head and said, "He said he could see and speak, and the pain was no longer there. He robbed the eyes and tongues of other little devils."

"Is there anything else he wants to say?"

The strings rang a few more times.

"Well...he said that you usually walk a little fast, he can't keep up, and the daytime is too bright, he is afraid of the sun, and the night is too dark, he is afraid of the dark, hey, this brat is really difficult to deal with!" Yin Yang While speaking, the master suddenly pointed at Xiao Xingchen and shouted: "No... This ghost is now clinging to you, Daoist Priest, and he wants to suck your yang energy!"

Xiao Xingchen's fair cheeks blushed like a peach stamen, and he lowered his head without speaking.

Mr. Yin Yang said earnestly: "Master Dao, I am saving you. This little devil is not a good person at first sight. I don't feel relieved if I don't accept him! Look at me holding the Zhaoyin flag, he doesn't care about it!" Follow me, sticking to your side like sugar, I must be uneasy and kind, ouch——" Mr. Yin Yang suddenly covered his face, as if someone had slapped his mouth.

He said bitterly: "Little devil, how dare you hit your grandpa! See if grandpa doesn't take care of you!" He went to get out the evil peach wood sword, and yelled "Ouch--" and saw his little braid being pulled by the volley When he got up, he cried out in pain.

He put down his mahogany sword to protect his braids, and got another kick on his buttocks. With a groan, he hurried to cover his buttocks, but his left and right buttocks seemed to be kicked in turn, so painful that he hurriedly put on his guqin and ran away. Shouted: "Grandpa little ghost, please let me go, ouch—I didn't kick my ass——"

Xiao Xingchen looked at the back of Mr. Yin Yang whose butt was kicked badly, and smiled warmly like a spring breeze.

Since then, the Taoist respected and loved by people has changed somewhat.He would hold an oil-paper umbrella during the day, regardless of whether it was raining or not; at night, he would hold a candle, regardless of whether there was moonlight or not.Gradually, people gave him an individual name, Taoist Yuguang.

The Taoist walks alone and wanders around the world, but occasionally at sunset, he will lean against a certain wall or stand by a certain river, playing a bamboo flute tune, his eyes are as warm as water, with slight ripples.

The author has something to say: the text ends at this point, there may be one or two extra chapters, and it may be posted here, but if it is posted, it may be locked. After all, Jinjiang's restrictions are quite strict, and the part below the neck cannot be seen. .Haha, if you are not locked, you may see the intimacy between humans and ghosts for the first time, and life is in great harmony!

All the way down, I found that I was really not suitable for writing abuse, and every time I didn't write, my eyes blurred.But I still have to write, express what I think in my heart (could this be the legendary self-abuse? -_-||)

After the end of this article, I will move on to the next pitfall: I heard that vampires’ deciduous teeth are pink in European and American style. Children who are interested in vampires can go to the next door to have a look

Thank you for accompanying me here with the same interests as me, let’s leave it at this point, it’s gray and gray