Should the soul

Hehuan Palace.

The sound of "Knock Knock Knock Knock" is endless, it seems that something has life, and it is struggling to beat with a meager strength, eager to try.

Luo Shiqing locked himself in the inner room alone, and the entire Hehuan Palace palace people thought that their master had just lost face in Changqiu Palace, and stood outside the palace under the eaves, no one approached.

The long purple-gold carved mother-of-pearl duckbill-shaped armor was carefully removed from his hand. Luo Shiqing held the armor cover, picked up the silver needle, and carefully picked out the fresh blood foam from the gap in the armor. And shredded pork, a little bit mixed into the jade chips just ground.

The time is tight and the equipment is poor, but she can't care about it anymore.

A few pieces of redbud wood were thrown into the small incense burner and lit, Luo Shiqing held the jade scraps and minced meat, and solemnly poured it into the incense burner——

A cluster of tiny flames slowly ignited.

Luo Shiqing frowned, staring at the flame, only to see that although the flame was weak, it still revealed a lavender light.

On the table case, the small gold-bottomed tracing box still has traces of being sealed layer by layer. The jade Linglong inside has just been rubbed off with a little bit of jade dust, and is still making a tireless "knock, knock, knock" sound. The box cast its gaze, and the graceful eyes gradually turned deep.

Said: "It really is him."

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Taichang Temple, Zhaixing Pavilion.

This place is a sacred place for worshiping and offering sacrifices in Taichang Temple. The vast and gorgeous blue-purple dome looks like there are thousands of stars changing, and an oblique incense stick is burning in the exquisite inner room.

Tai Changling lowered his eyes, sat upright, half kneeled on the tuanpu and poured tea for the guests with his own hands, and respectfully said: "My lord, you are a rare guest."

Zhou Yin took the tea, and said "hmm" without moving his eyebrows.

Han Mu smiled: "I don't know what the father-in-law's visit to our temple is today, and I am willing to share my worries."

Zhou Yin raised his hand: "It's nothing important, I just read a few Yin-Yang works recently in Japan, and I came here specially to ask Taichang Ling to clear up my doubts."

Han Mu hurriedly said: "Don't dare, the art of Yin-Yang and Five Elements is complex and complex, and I don't dare to say that I know everything. If you want to ask anything, just ask." He straightened his back again, thinking about Guo The father-in-law never liked the worship of ghosts and gods in Taichang Temple before, so if he can come to inquire today, he will have to give a good introduction.

Zhou Yin: "I read from "Strange Records" that the supreme god of the underworld is Emperor Dongyue. Under his ten halls of hell, 36 prisons, 72 divisions, and nine thousand eight hundred underworld officials, he judges day and night without interruption. , With such a huge system of underworld officials, is it possible that underworld management is very strict and there are very few incidents of chaos?"

Han Mu: "...Huh?"

Taichangling did not expect that the Duke of the Kingdom would start writing like this. The problem was too big to catch people off guard. He thought about it carefully and replied: "It can't be said that, the main function of the underworld is to deal with the good and bad fortune of the newly deceased. Good and evil, arrange reincarnation, just like our human court, His Majesty is at the helm of the world, and the country is stable, and punishment is only a part of the overall situation, no matter how many officials are poor, it is impossible to picket all the details."

Zhou Yin nodded: "Well, there is some truth."

Zhou Yin asked again: "It is written in the book that ghosts and gods can communicate with people through dreams, apparitions, and possession. How should people communicate with ghosts and gods?"

Han Mu: "This is complicated. In general terms, dream divination, astrology, magic numbers, Fengshui, gossip, and heaven and earth are all knowledge that ordinary people want to communicate with ghosts and gods. People measure characters and calculate divination, burn incense in front of Buddha in temples... "

Zhou Yin interrupted Tai Changling's eloquent talk: "Be specific."

Han Mu was stunned for a moment, and tentatively said: "The ancients used to scrape the shell of a tortoise to cast a fire on a redbud tree, and hold a dustpan to draw a sand table..."

Zhou Yin: "Be more specific."

Han Mu's brain turned sharply: "Then... an ultimatum?"

The Duke of the State asked back: "An ultimatum?"

Han Mu felt that this was right, and explained in detail: "The ultimatum, as the name implies, is to use official documents to convey information to the underworld, and burn them in front of the gods. Officials in the world can burn them with their official seals. The more things are read by ghosts and gods, the easier it will be to take effect."

Grandpa Guo fell into silence, tapped the small case with his finger, and let out a soft "du" sound: "Is there a more direct and specific way?"

Han Mu's eyebrows twitched, and then he heard the smell, his face changed, and he tentatively said: "My lord, you don't actually want to communicate with the underworld, you want to communicate with a specific dead person, right? "

Zhou Yin didn't hide it either: "Can Taichang Ling do it?"

Han Mu immediately shook his head: "This hinders the law of yin and yang, and I can't do it."

Grandpa Guo didn't speak, just looked at him and tapped on the table.

The sound of "Du, Du, Du" is steady and clear.

Han Mu was inexplicably flustered, and added: "If everyone insists like the father-in-law, this world will be in chaos."

The Duke raised his brows and didn't care about it. He rolled up his sleeves and took a cup of tea slowly, and said slowly: "At noon on September 23, Kong Jiechi came galloping to your Taichang Temple. He came eagerly and calmly." And go...Tai Changling, he is not a human being."

Han Mu's heart skipped a beat and he held his breath.

Zhou Yin put down the cup casually: "What is he here for?"

The silence of the entire Xingxing Pavilion lasted for several snaps.

Han Mu's stiff face trembled twice, and then suddenly a bright smile appeared, and he quickly stood up and poured tea for Zhou Yin again, "Grandpa, hey, you should have said this earlier, there are yin and yang in the two worlds The rules of the two worlds, but as long as they don’t harm others and do evil, they are still in the process of turning around. The Lord knows that the minister didn’t do anything, but opened the way for him to stay in the Eastern Capital. The kindness of helping Taichang Temple."

Zhou Yin nodded and accepted the statement: "What about the documents?"

Han Mu froze after a pause: "It's already burned."

Zhou Yin frowned: "Then what's his name?"

Han Mu: "This...he filled it out by himself, and I didn't read it."

Grandpa Guo choked his breath and looked at Tai Changling with complicated eyes.

Too often embarrassing, the look on the other side made him feel that he had lost his job, so he quickly lowered his head and raised his glass to take a big sip.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yin took the initiative to mention that Kong Jie had recruited the old soul for him a few days ago.

Han Mu asked very cooperatively: "How did he do it?"

Grandpa Guo recounted the situation of the day and the arrangement of various objects. After hearing this, Han Mu couldn't help but smack: "It's very simple."

The Duke frowned: "What's wrong with the ceremony?"

Tai Changling: "There is no problem." He said frankly: "Rituals are just tools, and they are aids for ordinary people who are difficult to break through. As long as the soul caller has reached the level of cultivation, he can use it in any way, whether he uses it or not. It’s okay, it doesn’t matter about anything.”

Grandpa Guo: "The Taichang Temple knows this method of summoning souls?"

Taichangling shook his head with a smile: "Grandpa, this is a forbidden technique. The Taichang Temple guards the yin and yang orthodoxy of this dynasty, so we can't mess up the world by ourselves."

Zhou Yin didn't speak, but gave him a look, which meant "really?"

Han Mu is not embarrassed, in fact he is not, but he has no sense of shame, after all, what can he compare with a ghost alone, who can strike Zhong Linding with lightning, and kick fish and dragons with his feet, if he competes with him, Han Mu can take the initiative throw in the towel.

Han Mu: "Actually, there are many folks who summon their souls. For example, they want to see their relatives again at the first seven o'clock, but that is only valid within seven days. Once a person dies for more than three years, many yin and yang families have no choice. There are masters who are still alive, and they can indeed summon souls as they please, regardless of time, but most of them have entered the mountains, and they rarely care about worldly affairs, let alone help people do things that hinder the cycle of heaven. "

Zhou Yin thought about it for a while: "Then what do you think of Kong Jie's skills?"

Han Mu replied truthfully: "I don't know where he has practiced before, but judging by his level, he should be able to reach the upper reaches of a decent family in our circle and a leader in folk law."

Zhou Yin: "He told you about his other background?"

Han Mu: "He mentioned that he once served brush and ink in the Earth Temple, but nothing else."

If Kong Jie had been present, he would have fought Han Mu desperately. After only a few rounds, he had sold him out!

Since then, the Duke’s expression has become irritable. He looked away, as if he was thinking about something sharply, consciously restrained his emotions, and adjusted his breathing: "When Kong Jie summoned the soul of King Anping, the candle stayed on for a long time at first. He didn’t move, he walked around the screen after leaving, but suddenly there were fireworks separating and burning the paper grid. I asked him, but he was vague and couldn’t justify himself. Now I have another guess, "

Zhou Yin's eyes are narrow and long. When he is not looking down at people, it is almost impossible for people to look at each other.

Han Mu stared at him nervously, only to hear him say, "I suspect that Tang Fang is in Kong Jie's body."