Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Nan Rongke hurried over: "What did you find?"

Xiao Yihe said lightly: "It's not really a discovery, but I think their expressions are too calm."

Lu Lingfeng also said curiously: "If they were killed by evil spirits, there must be a little evil resentment left on their bodies, but these people are clean and peaceful... Could it be that they all died voluntarily?"

Chao Wendao inspected the coffins of Wang and Li's family, walked over to think for a while, frowned and said, "Not only is the body clean and abnormal, but in this weather, based on the time it took half a month for the Li family's master to die, the degree of decay should be far below that." It's far more than that, what's more, the son of the Wang family has been buried for more than a month, and he is even worse than the Li family. But these corpses seem to be..."

He pondered for a while, not knowing how to describe it.

Xiao Yihe took his words and continued: "It's like being given a permanent residence technique, but this technique is still young and not suitable." Therefore, it can only temporarily delay the decay of the corpse, but it cannot really make the corpse permanent. Standing face.

Zhao Wendao nodded again and again: "That's right! And according to Senior Brother Feng of the Songfeng Sect, the bodies of these four fellow Taoists were found on the mass graves in the north of the city. Broken, along with the ray of blood, broke through the soil layer, and found their corpses."

"That's weird." Nan Rongke said, "Could it be that this evil spirit killed a person, and would he kindly bury him in peace?"

"It's useless to think too much, call back and ask." Xiao Yihe looked up and asked, "Is there anyone who has learned the 'Record of Ghosts'?"

Although "Dengguilu" tells about ghosts, it is the most orthodox classic of entering Taoism. It records the eight techniques of ghosts, including the technique of summoning spirits to ask ghosts.

I was stunned for a while, but no one answered, and even Chao Wendao shook his head in shame: "I am good at swordsmanship, but I am not proficient in various arts. I am afraid that if I ask, they will not answer the call... ..."

This is not surprising, after all, it is a disciple taught by Xue Xuanwei, who is as dead-headed as him, and can only wield a sword.

——In the eyes of Sect Master Xue, everything is inferior, only swordsmanship is superior.

"Okay! Keep your feet a little bit." Xiao Yihe leaned over and sighed. Nowadays, Taoism is really self-styled. They don't even teach this kind of basic Taoism.

He drew a talisman on his palm, and slapped the Yintang of the four corpses one by one, and shouted: "Come out!"

As soon as the words fell, the four spirit seals doubled in size, like Buddha's palms descending from the sky, imprinting on the heads of the four dead Shofu disciples, several strands of black smoke twisted and trembled from their mouths and noses, Gathering together, they condensed into something human-like but not human-like, and at the same time, sharp screams burst out!

Everyone raised their hands to cover their stinging ears.

The screaming gradually subsided, and the black smoke condensed into four phantoms, floating above the corpse, and it was the remnant soul of the dead who had been summoned.

The faces of the four were abnormally calm, their heads hung down and they did not move.

"Okay," Xiao Yihe hooked his fingers and activated the spell, "If you have a grievance, complain about it, if you don't have a grievance, let's complain."

The eyebrows of the four remnants of the dead flickered with golden gleams one after another. They were recalling the memories of their lives. No. 1 on the left took the lead in picking up his own memories, and opened his mouth with a scary wind: "My name... Ding Shanglin... the No. [-], the ninth... the ninth..."

"Nine" has been repeated seven or eight times, and there is no more text.

Chao Wendao coughed softly: "Junior Brother Song, he seems to be stuck..."

"…………"I heard.

No need for anyone to remind, Xiao Yihe also felt that something was wrong.

Asking ghosts is not a high-level technique, not to mention that he borrowed so much spiritual power from Nan Rongke before. Based on his usual experience, this spiritual power is enough for him to summon a whole mountain of corpses to come for questioning.

But at this time, he just drove the four animals, and he felt cold and sweaty.

Besides, the corpse still didn't listen to him very much, as if someone was fighting with him for control.

Nan Rongke saw that Song Yao was trying to hold on, and thought that he was low in practice, so he couldn't control these new corpses, so he couldn't help saying: "Forget it, don't be brave..."

As soon as the words fell, it was as if a rope between Xiao Yihe and the corpse suddenly snapped. His body lost balance and he staggered a few steps backwards.

"Oops!"

"Ninth..." The remnant soul of "Ding Shanglin" who was stuck raised his head in an instant, and his tone changed, "——My daughter...my, daughter...birthday, birthday, I invite you all...to celebrate... "

The second corpse also started to move: "My daughter...Chen... invites you all...to celebrate..."

Out of phase!

Thick fog poured out from the dozens of coffins parked in Yizhuang, and the billowing smoke rolled out like huge waves, and it was photographed head-on!

Xiao Yihe swept back quickly, and suddenly felt that his feet were very wet and sticky. He looked down and saw a layer of sticky "swamp".

He turned around and shouted: "Nan Rongke! True Yang Barrier!"

"Ah? Oh!" Nan Rongke was stunned for a moment. How did he know that he had learned this technique? Before he had time to think about it, he waved his palm in the void and condensed a huge golden shield with the power of Nan Rong's family's Zhenyang spiritual vein, " Bang" hit the ground.

The thick mist collided with the golden shield barrier, and was split into two halves, passing around from the sides of the young men.

The fog obstructed people's sight layer by layer, Nan Rongke counted the people around him, and shouted: "Song Yao! Where are you? Come in!"

The voice of "Song Yao" came from the thick fog, it seemed to be very close, but also seemed to be far away: "Leave me alone, retreat to Yizhuang!"

Nan Rongke tugged at the spiritual thread tied between the two, trying to pull him over, and asked anxiously, "This fog is so thick, where is the door?"

Zhao Wendao drew out his saber "Chunchi", cut the sticky liquid under his feet with one sword, and after a moment of relaxation, he pressed his palm on Nan Rongke's shoulder, and leaped up to the gate of Yizhuang with a dexterous leap.

The fog hadn't surged to such a high place, he raised his eyes and was shocked immediately.

"Daichuan..." he shouted, "Daichuan is full of fog!"

--what?

As far as the eye could see, it was filled with mist, and the mist waves rushed to the streets and streets layer by layer. Before the pedestrians could react, they seemed to swallow people with a huge mouth, and the people who were at a loss screamed and ran away.

The streets fell silent one by one, and the city of lights became dark one by one.

Nan Rongke shouted: "Chao Wendao, come down quickly, Lao Tzu's True Yang Barrier can't cover that high!"

"Trash, it's useless." Lu Lingfeng taunted him, and the long-spear rolled out a beautiful spear flower, shaking the ground, "It's as immovable as a mountain!"

A three- to four-story-high void mountain barrier descended from the sky, covering Chaowen Dao at a high place firmly.

Nan Rongke looked up, and said mercilessly: "... Your barrier is so high, what was it originally intended to cover? Was it to cover the flagpole on your school ground?"

"..." Lu Lingfeng choked and said angrily, "I want you to take care of it!"

"My daughter's birthday... invite you all... to celebrate..."

Those four new corpses...

No, not four, but all the unowned corpses in this Yizhuang. They all stood up, their stiff throats made joyful voices, and invited the whole city to join in the feast.

Xiao Yihe was completely buried in the mist, and while pushing through the thick fog, he walked toward the True Yang Barrier, thinking, this way of inviting guests is too domineering!

Whose daughter has such thick noodles!

Chao Wendao jumped down from the gate tower: "It's useless, it's the same wherever you go, the whole city is flooding."

The fog seemed to weigh a thousand catties. Nan Rongke stood with his feet back and forth, his entire body supporting the huge golden shield, and suddenly gritted his teeth and cursed: "Who is pulling my hind legs! Lu Lingfeng!"

Lu Lingfeng immediately scolded back: "Am I in a hurry, what are you doing pulling your leg!"

"That's—" Still biting the word "Who" in his mouth, Nan Rongke suddenly tilted his body and fell a foot shorter.

He exclaimed, and Chao Wendao immediately grabbed him: "It's water, water is eating people!"

Xiao Yihe kicked something, he stretched out his hand to fish it out, revealing a young face, it was one of those mourning little disciples who passed out.As Chao Wendao said, this young man has already been "eaten" by the water under his feet for most of the time, Ren Xiao Yihe exhausted all his sucking strength, but he couldn't drag him a little bit.

The slippery snake-like slimy water quickly covered the unconscious disciple's mouth and nose, and was crawling along Xiao Yihe's hand.

A force tugged at his feet and pulled him down, and he let go of his hand immediately.

——It seems that the host of the banquet here insists on inviting them to be guests.

Xiao Yihe's ears were buzzing, he didn't have much spiritual power left in his body, and some of it was used to maintain the clarity of his left eye.He stood in the water, the water around his body became more and more viscous, and he was determined not to go to their side.

"Nanrong, cut off the spiritual thread!"

After a while, Nan Rongke cursed: "What will you do if you are cut off, don't even think about it!"

Nan Rongke was still shouting over there: "I can't stand anymore——Lu Lingfeng, lift Chao Wendao up! Pull Song Yao in!"

"...Stop shouting, I only have two hands, I use them all to pull you, grab my gun!"

The aura of "Chunchi" lit up blade by blade, trying to split the strange water that swallowed Nan Rongke's body.But here the difference is that softness is used to overcome rigidity, the blade of Chunchi sword is like hitting cotton, even if it is strong, it can't be used, it is a futile effort to cut off the water with the knife.

"Nan Rongke! Don't let go... Junior Brother Song, are you okay, I'm here to save you!"

——These boys can really make a noise!

That's it.

Xiao Yihe regained his senses, and at the same time withdrew the spiritual power spent on his eyes, opened his cuffs, and bit himself hard at the tenderest part of his wrist, blood gushed out immediately, flowing down his arm and into his palm.

He recited the "Long Qing Jing" mantra in a low voice, and used all the remaining spiritual power, combined with that pool of blood, to condense three small red beads. toss.

The "Long Qing Jing Mantra" of Jianshenshan has the power of keeping the Lingtai clear and protecting the soul, but it can only work if it touches the person being cast. Now that he is so far away from Nan Rongke and the others, he can only try this wrapped mantra. The blood of the law is dripping, and I don't know how effective it will be.

At the same time, the spiritual thread tied to Xiao Yihe's wrist broke instantly.

He staggered backwards, and the voices of Zhao Wendao and the three disappeared abruptly, as if they were completely swallowed by the water.

There was only time to inject the Chang Qing Jing mantra into the bodies of the three young men, but Xiao Yihe didn't have any extra spiritual power to cast the spell on himself.

The evil wave of white smoke rolled up again, sweeping straight towards him, several fresh corpses in the thick fog, like shadowy phantoms, pressing forward step by step.There were bursts of bamboo stick incense oozing out of the fog. It was a smell mixed with cheap incense powder and smoke from burning bamboo sticks. Unknown eyes in the thick water of the mist were wantonly spying on him.

As the fragrance permeated, Xiao Yihe gradually felt top-heavy, and the voice in his ears became blurred.But it doesn't matter, whatever is under the surface, come on, come on!

He was insane, and he had already pinched the forbidden spell in his hand, as long as the following -

"...!"

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, because suddenly, a cool palm covered his eyes, and when he was dizzy, he heard someone chanting slowly by his ear, like a clear spring pouring into his ears, lingering Empty jade fragments, straight to the Lingtai:

"Looking at me alone, my mind and spirit are united, and the heaven and earth return to my heart... I will always be quiet."

——Long Qing Mantra!