Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(twelve)

The compass pointer is broken in the middle palace, and the coil line is just pressed at the junction between hexagrams and hexagrams. This is called "riding the line to die in the air" in their Feng Shui, which is very unfavorable.

Zheng Dongjian was already frightened into a cold sweat, and the hand holding the compass began to tremble. Fortunately, he was still holding on to the last bit of dignity in the Taoist school - when using the compass, it must be placed flat.

"Is there no wandering spirit riding a thread, and ghosts and gods entering the room; there is also a hexagram of emptiness and death, and dreams and love." In the Taoist Feng Shui Gem Yu class, the master's words are still in my ears.Zheng Dongjian doesn't have much talent for cultivating Taoism, the only good thing is to be obedient.He still remembered what Master said, the best way to deal with this situation is to run quickly.

He looked around and saw that the underground parking lot was empty, only the wind from nowhere swept over his body, blowing his groomed beard into a mess.

Where is the exit?

Zheng Dongjian looked back at the way he came, and asked himself in his heart.He seemed to have suddenly forgotten why he came here. After being thrown out by the security guards, he was indeed not reconciled. However, due to the special nature of the Taoist organization, he did not dare to reveal his identity as a monk. At that time, he seemed to be thinking of going back to the teacher The door is coming...

How did you come here?

When Zheng Dongjian doubted himself, Fang Yanchu had already followed the remnants of the evil spirit to the formation of the three corpses gathering souls.Judging from the remaining evil spirit at the scene, Ji Qianshan's method when he brought the little living soul back was very simple and rough, the entire formation had been completely destroyed, and now it looked like a tree pit that had been dug in a mess.

The ground is in a mess, only the trees don't know where they are.

The three-corpse soul-gathering formation has long been lost, and what has been handed down is only a fragment of the formation diagram. Even if some ascetics repair it later, it is not complete.

The ascetics who were born with the heaven and the earth have already stood at the top of the world of monasticism, and further down are the ascetics before the disaster of the underworld fire. There was the birth of the Three Corpses Gathering Soul Formation.It's a pity that the ascetics after the fire disaster are nothing compared to their predecessors, and repairing the formation is just a continuation of the dog's tail.

The person who set up the formation is clearly aware of this point. He did not try to restore the three-corpse soul-gathering formation of the living dead, flesh and bones, but directly used the entire underground parking lot as the formation map, with living souls as the eyes of the formation. , vividly put out a remnant formation.

There is no so-called boundary in this formation, and the place where the evil spirit reaches is its boundary. To nourish the evil spirit, the eyes of the formation are placed in the middle of the road alive, so that people who pass by here can provide vitality for the formation.

Fang Yanchu circled around the eyes of the array, stopped at the spot, pinched his forehead and recalled: "This technique is somewhat familiar..."

But he could only feel a vague familiarity. He vaguely remembered that there should be specific content about this technique in the lost part of his memory, but the lost part of memory seemed to be completely cut off from him. The same, no matter how hard you touch it, you can't touch it.

"Master, what are you familiar with?" Except for stopping to say a word to Zheng Dongjian, Ji Qianshan stayed behind Fang Yanchu, and didn't speak until Fang Yanchu spoke.

"It's nothing." Fang Yanchu no longer entangled with the part of his lost memory, anyway, he couldn't get it back, so what should he do.

He took out a small stone from his pocket and tapped it lightly with his fingertips.The pitch-black stone is deeper than the deepest night, almost giving people the illusion that it is absorbing the surrounding light. Fang Yanchu's jade-like fingertips lightly touched it, as if being sucked in by that stone. You and I are pasted together.

With just a light touch, the pitch-black stone seemed to be soaked by a drop of water, and the blackness seemed to be pushed back by the water, gradually fading away until it condensed into a small dot and attached to Fang Yanchu's fingertips.

Fang Yanchu withdrew his finger, and the ink drop seemed to be attracted by the fingertip or pulled out directly, and the blackness of the stone faded completely.The ink dots grow as soon as they hit the ground, and soon grew into the appearance of a six or seven-year-old child, staring blankly at the front, spitting bubbles "bobo".

"Hmph," Ji Qianshan kicked his toes, trying to flatten the corners of his mouth so as not to show any other expressions, but he still couldn't help showing a hint of displeasure in his tone, "Isn't it just the soul casting stone? Jealousy.—Master has never used a soul-casting stone for me."

"The soul casting stone is for nourishing the soul, and you are not a soul, what do you use it for?"

Ji Qianshan was already expressing his emotions, but he didn't expect Fang Yanchu to let him go without comforting him, but he actually talked to outsiders, and immediately became unhappy: "How do you know I'm not?"

"Are you?" Fang Yanchu raised his eyebrows and looked at the apprentice he had just accepted with a cold look in his eyes.He took apprentices in order to use the hands of apprentices to do something beyond his own ability, and he didn't want to raise an ancestor back.

He doesn't care what Ji Qianshan does to the Daoist organization, even if he kills the one surnamed Zheng, it has nothing to do with him; In the case of a matter of principle, Ji Qianshan's pampering can be regarded as a life adjustment.

He raised Ji Qianshan like a kitten. He allowed a kitten to stretch its paws occasionally, but he didn't allow that kitten to make trouble all over the world.

Ji Qianshan raised his head and looked straight into his eyes, then lowered his head after a while, pulled Fang Yanchu's clothes and apologized in a low voice: "Master, I was wrong, I won't say that anymore."

Slightly nodding his head, Fang Yanchu used magic techniques to guide Xiao Shenghun back to the center of the formation, and replied in a low voice: "Well, don't say such things in the future."

Ji Qianshan didn't answer, but stood there silently looking at him and Xiaoshenghun beside him, and after a few breaths passed, he smiled again: "Master is so beautiful."

After Xiao Shenghun stood in the formation, the formation seemed to have been inserted with the correct key and restarted.Fang Yanchu stood in the formation, closed his eyes slightly, there was a rumble in his ears, and the sound of footsteps came one after another.

Countless souls rushed to the place like tired birds returning to their nests, creating whirlwinds in the underground parking lot.

Fang Yanchu stood in the formation, the whirlwind rolled up his clothes and blew his coat, making him look like a bird about to fly.

The three-corpse soul-gathering array couldn't be more attractive to souls. Even if some souls are faltering, even if they have broken arms and limbs, they still have to rush for thousands of miles.

These grotesque souls were tightly gathered in the formation of the three corpses, and stuck to Xiaoshenghun, entrusting all his resentment and reluctance to life to Xiaoshenghun, and went to the other side to reincarnate.No wonder Xiao Shenghun's resentment took so long even if it was an exorcism talisman.

What these souls are looking for is liberation and rebirth. The broken three-corpse soul-gathering formation made them see such hope, but it didn't give them the desired result.But with Fang Yanchu defending the three-corpse soul-gathering formation, it is different. Is it still difficult to make up a formation with the power of a saint?

Fang Yanchu closed his eyes tightly, and held a stop talisman between his two fingers and erected it in front of his forehead. He recited the mantra of passing away in a low voice.But his rebirth mantra is simpler, he just said: "Stop here, please go elsewhere."

A flash of spiritual light emanated from the stop talisman on his fingertips, like a barrier tightly blocking Fang Yanchu himself and the living soul behind him.The rushing soul stopped in front of the aura, and gradually knelt down in Fang Yanchu's whisper-like voice, with both hands tightly pressed to the ground, and bowed its head devoutly in front of Fang Yanchu as if worshiping a god.

The souls rushed here with a long cry, bowed their heads piously, and prostrated themselves on the ground, tears fell on the ground, and a layer of rain fell on the ground in the blink of an eye.

The ghost's tears are the most yin things, but under the illumination of this spiritual light, they gradually rise up, but they disappear in the blink of an eye.

"It's so beautiful, I can't help but kneel down." Ji Qianshan watched from a distance, tightly holding the exorcism talisman that Fang Yanchu wrote to him yesterday, as if he was holding the warmth of that spiritual light. The nostalgia is almost coming out, he said, "All ghosts cry together, I haven't seen it in 1000 years."

As the souls of the place turned into bubbles and disappeared on the ground one by one, the wind in the underground parking lot gradually calmed down, and the intermittent underground light sources gradually turned on until the whole world was illuminated brightly.

The three-corpse soul-gathering formation is broken.

The Xiaosheng soul behind Fang Yanchu gradually regained his senses, and there was a gleam in his dark eyes. Although he was still spitting out bubbles, his whole soul became light, and the evil spirit in his body had completely dissipated.

"Master is so powerful, saving all ghosts is a great merit from heaven!" Ji Qianshan jumped up and hugged Fang Yanchu the moment the saving ceremony was completed, and buried his face in his neck, The sharp canine teeth rubbed against the skin on the side of his neck, "Master, Master, I miss you so much..."

His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, vicious, but with a bit of affection.Fang Yanchu heard it inexplicably and felt a numb itching at the base of his ears. He didn't dare to free his hand to gently rub his earlobe until the two of them returned with the soul-casting stone that stored Xiaosheng's soul.

"Senior Fang, save me." Zheng Dongjian was still holding the compass, but the compass in his hand was already in disarray, and he was still wandering around in the underground parking lot when all the ghosts arrived.Although he is a cultivator, he is not yet able to see the soul with naked eyes. He only knows that streams of coolness pass through his body, as if his soul is about to be pierced into a sieve.

"I can't save you, your lifespan is at the end." Fang Yanchu gave him a pitiful look. Although he was diligent in cultivation, he was not talented enough after all, and the practice of cultivating against the sky did not allow him to change his own destiny. He should only have eighty years of life, and today is the end.

Even with the help of noble people, it only allowed him to live a few more hours.