Chapter 109: Conflict Between Humans and Ghosts

Becoming a ghost isn't as simple as just dying.

In the texts that the Head-Down Master Liu Xing had read, there were accounts regarding this aspect.

Supposedly, seven days after a person dies, the Three Souls and Seven Spirits can fully leave the body; at this time, the soul returns, receives offerings from the family once, and only then will the Yin Cao Di Fu arrest it into the Yellow Springs.

So the ancients, after a person died, had to keep vigil for seven days before burial.

Of course this is a superstitious saying.

Actually, it was because ancient education and culture lagged due to undeveloped medical skills; some patients might suddenly worsen and feign death, but hadn't truly died, yet at this time were sealed in coffins, and if buried, could only be stifled to death alive inside the coffin.

Ancient worthies thought this too cruel.

But the ancients were ignorant; you reason with them, they don't like to listen, so these reasons all had to have a bit of Metaphysics' awe added.

Thus.

Came the above saying of the First Seven Days.

That is to say, before the First Seven Days, sealing the coffin is Not Allowed, nailing coffin nails is Not Allowed; even if the coffin lid is covered, a crack must be left for children and relatives rushing back from afar to pay their respects.

By the third day, the coffin lid can be covered; the seventh day, coffin nails can be driven.

Never mind ancient times, even now with medicine so advanced, there are still patients who wake up next to the cremation furnace.

So the ancients' custom of keeping vigil for the First Seven Days should actually be observed.

But modern people's feelings are thin, time is tight, life's pace is fast, so they've gradually discarded many customs that seem tedious but actually have deeper meaning.

And arriving at this modern world, who knows how it works, the saying that dying turns you into a ghost isn't necessarily correct.

At Least, Liu Xing has never truly Encountered a naturally formed ghost.

It seems if a person dies without special Conditions, it's hard to Stay in this world and become a wronged ghost or Resentful Ghost.

It seems not long after death, this soul's Gan Jiao disappears.

And he, through the ancient texts he found, also found this idol.

Eight-Faced Buddha.

Or also called Bamian Guifo.

Through ancient Ritual sacrificing Human Sacrifice, using human blood, flesh, and entrails as offerings, borrowing the Bamian Guifo's power to urgently seize these unjustly dead people's soon-to-dissipate souls, condensing them into little ghosts.

These little ghosts have no sentience, but can be driven by him to Kill invisibly, or Possess and control the other's mind and Behavior.

This is also why they have to act at Evening.

Although, they can borrow the Bamian Guifo's Incense Power to let these little ghosts, after attaching to a person, act in daytime too.

But right now they're carrying out an offensive matter; Evening is still comparatively more Suitable.

Head-Down Master Liu Xing's current method's rhythm is no longer just shaking the pellet drum; his other hand also holds a child's arm as a drumstick beating a small drum.

Beating faster and faster, beating quicker and quicker, and then he can see, among the human flesh and blood offered to the Bamian Guifo at the side, Soul Fragments extracted and broken down piece by piece by Miraculous power, fusing into six little ghosts.

These little ghosts' faces are blurry, but their Yin Sha Qi can actually make the Ground ripple with a thin layer of cold frost.

This is the deal Head-Down Master Liu Xing made with the Eight-Faced Buddha: if this battle is a Victory, he'll deliver ninety-nine times eighty-one Virgin Boys and Virgin Girls to the Eight-Faced Buddha.

So the little ghosts condensed by the Eight-Faced Buddha this time are stronger by who knows how many times compared to last time.

Chen Yaozu's heart skipped a beat.

For someone like him standing at the edge of the Mysterious World, never mind having a premonition in his heart, even an eyelid twitch could be an omen of some Big Deal.

He immediately cast a divination for himself — bad!

【Walker Broken Arm, Lin Chong Vomits Blood, Zhishen Attains Nirvana, Hei Sanlang Loses Support!】

The Divination Symbol he divined was extremely perilous, but this academic slacker didn't know how to interpret it for a moment; a prompt rapidly flashed through his Brain.

This...

Walker Broken Arm refers to Wu Song; Lin Chong Vomits Blood, Lu Zhishen Attains Nirvana by the Qiantang River?

That Is To Say, I am Song Jiang; my subordinates are about to suffer Tribulation.

He recalled what Li Jianguo said: he had already collected these people's hair, nails, or cigarette butts stained with saliva.

What could make them suffer Tribulation — only these.

That Is To Say.

The Opposite Side might use Head-Down Art again to control Wenzhou Yu as well as Zhou Jiping, Li Jianguo, and several Little Bosses. Thinking of this, he immediately called the few people over.

Wenzhou Yu brought people to carefully Check the window corridor and fishing net several times before retreating back.

As soon as he entered he spoke: "Sir, we just sprayed a few bursts at that Machine Dog, discovered it's useless; the guns on their backs are extremely powerful, they shot through the wall.

We nearly got hurt!"

These words made Chen Yaozu's inspiration flash.

If the Opposite Side controlled these few people before him, whether controlling them to briefly walk into the Machine Dog's gun muzzles, or controlling them to raise guns at him.

Those are all extremely perilous matters.

"Take off Clothes!"

Chen Yaozu looked at their foreheads, at the Cinnabar already nearly washed away by sweat, and with one opening ordered them to take off Clothes.

"Just leave a pair of underpants!"

What? This sentence of his made everyone freeze.

But since it was his words, even if they didn't understand, they had to listen.

Moreover, even if they still didn't understand, when Chen Yaozu took out the Cinnabar Ink Paste from his backpack, they all fully understood.

There aren't many people here; After All, originally there weren't many controlled people.

But those present are all key figures.

Chen Yaozu, on each person's forehead, entirely used the Celestial Master's Seal to stamp anew.

Then on the shoulders, back of the neck, and soles of the feet, knee pits, and elbow pits, he stamped the Celestial Master's Seal's Cinnabar.

The two shoulders are said to be where the wicks of the True Fire of Samadhi reside, and cannot be called unimportant.

Other places, of course, also cannot be missed.

Especially the elbow crease; ancients would faint, and in the absence of modern CPR, vigorously striking the elbow crease could sometimes save them. 【Don't take this seriously; this is work for professional Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners】

Supposedly this place connects directly to the heart vessels; true or false unknown, anyway Chen Yaozu stamped Seals on all the places that should be covered.

Then looking from here, it is a group of stark-naked warriors carrying sprayers; even Li Jianguo, his gun-carrying posture is comparatively professional.

The old man, though old, is also a cultured man.

But in their era, when he was young, the most formidable militia were not in the countryside, but in the various factories and Schools; these people besides working just trained.

So speaking of playing with guns, though the Memory is long past, if one digs it out from the dust-sealed Memory, there is still plenty of confidence.

Chen Yaozu even stamped Seals on their eyelids.

Causing them now to actually be able to see, from the window hung with fishing nets, those five or six bizarre things rush in.

Like humans yet not human, like ghosts yet not ghosts; anyway, bizarrely shaped, pitch-black, monsters with Yin Sha Qi dense to the extreme.

Even able to hear these monsters' soul-shaking roars that reach straight to the depths of the Soul.

They just rushed in, saw a group of bare-chested gun-carrying people before them, and pounced.

Then heard "zila" several sounds like water droplets falling into a scorching hot oil pan and exploding, then could easily hear the miserable Soul screams of pain.

Several bizarre ghost objects seemed to have crashed into red-hot steel plates; the moment they made contact they screamed and jumped away; some, when jumping away, had thick black smoke rising from their heads — one look and you knew they were severely injured.

Among these people, it was still Li Jianguo and Wenzhou Fish who reacted fastest; gun muzzles swept sideways, facing these monsters they sprayed fire.

But obviously, they can see these things because their eyelids are covered with the Celestial Master's Seal's Cinnabar, and does not represent that the sprayers in their hands can hit these ghost objects.

"They fear the Ink Paste on our bodies; charge up, hug them!"

Zhou Jiping, a mere scholar, now actually has a few parts of a fierce and overbearing air.

Charged over with lightning speed, gritted teeth, closed eyes, hugged the nearest ghost object, listening to the sizzling sounds in his embrace and the ghost object's miserable screams, his heart involuntarily rose a thread of joy: Laozi today also beat a ghost.

Those able to become a gang's Little Bosses, these few people's brains turn quite fast; one look at Zhou Jiping's move and its effect, they also threw away the guns in their hands and charged over.

These few ghost objects, though lacking intelligence, yet have instinct.

Seeing people coated with Seals threatening to them charge over, instinctively felt Danger, but they did not think to Run.

Instead took a fancy to Chen Yaozu on the side who seemed not threatening, with nothing stamped on his body.

Thus rushed over! Then saw that seemingly non-threatening person, Smiling, raise his right hand, right hand holding a large Seal, ruthlessly Smash it down! (Chapter End)