Chapter 38

"Why are you here?"

Hearing the sound, Li Yan said in a low voice without looking back.

Smelling the scent, he knew it was Wang Daoxuan and Sha Lifei.

It was that the two of them were worried about an accident, so they let the people in the opera troupe continue to chant scriptures, while they ran over to check the situation.

"What is it?"

"Soldier Soul..."

Li Yan lowered his voice and roughly told the situation again.

"Soldier Soul?" Wang Daoxuan was not surprised after hearing it.

More than ten years ago, there was a severe drought in Guanzhong, and the Maitreya Sect took the opportunity to make trouble. The imperial court sent several troops to suppress it. The two sides went back and forth, killing until the blood flowed like a river.

In the mass grave, many dead soldiers were buried.

His eyes were uncertain, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Dog barking can dispel evil. The Beggar Gang used a damaging trick, letting the surrounding Yin souls all be scared away, leaving only this one."

"This is the only opportunity tonight. If it doesn't succeed again, not only will there be trouble when going down the mountain, but if we want to invite a god again, we can only go to other places."

"Let it enter the city walls first, and then see the situation!"

Li Yan did not object after hearing this. Wang Daoxuan has always been cautious in doing things. Since he dared to take risks, it means he has a follow-up response method.

After making up his mind, the three of them retreated all the way.

Wang Daoxuan and Sha Lifei ran back first to prepare.

Li Yan stayed behind to attract the other party with his living person scent.

In the dark night, the tattered corpse walked crookedly, occasionally tripped by withered branches on the ground, looking very strange.

This place is only a thousand meters away from the altar, but Li Yan's brow became tighter and tighter.

The reason is simple.

He could smell that as the corpse walked, the surrounding Yin Sha Qi was attracted by it, and coupled with the original Sha Qi of the Soldier Soul, the scent on its body became colder and colder.

Even separated by tens of meters, he felt cold all over.

Li Yan secretly said it was not good in his heart.

If he doesn't arrive in time, this thing is afraid it will undergo a corpse transformation!

People have three souls and seven spirits. The soul is Yin, the body is Yang. The three souls are Yang, and the seven spirits are Yin. Yin and Yang combine, and each is in its place.

After death, Yin and Yang separate. The seven spirits disperse first, and the three souls leave later.

After the soul leaves, it first turns into an intermediate body. If an accident occurs and it does not enter the Netherworld, it will turn into a Yin soul, becoming a lonely ghost.

And the seven spirits belong to Yin on the ground. If they do not disperse after death and stay in the body, they will absorb the Yin Sha Qi of the earth's veins, and the corpse will not rot and will haunt.

The beggar had not yet dispersed his seven spirits when he was occupied by the Soldier Soul. Resurrection is impossible; he will only turn into a zombie.

Thinking of this, Li Yan quickened his pace.

Fortunately, the speed of the corpse behind him also increased.

Finally, just as the first roar came from the corpse's mouth, they arrived in front of the "Old Yin Coffin" clearing where Yin Sha gathered to form momentum.

There was a fire pile for burning gold ingots and paper money here.

Borrowing this dim and uncertain light, everyone could see that the corpse Li Yan was following had a face as blue as ice, black blood flowing from its seven orifices, and its body was stiff, walking on tiptoe.

This scene was truly strange.

Even with Wang Daoxuan's instructions, the members of the Chunfeng Troupe were still scared pale. Fortunately, no one dared to escape, and they still knelt on the spot, holding three sticks of incense, silently reciting the incantation to invite the god.

And that corpse finally had a change.

"Its" attention had shifted from Li Yan, looking up at the altar, walking forward on tiptoe, but turning in place, seeming unable to find the direction.

Even as Yin souls and fierce ghosts, they each have their preferences.

Some like blood food, chasing the scent of living people, while others like incense offerings more.

Those who like to eat incense offerings can be worshipped as Yin gods.

There's a way!

Wang Daoxuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped on the star-pacing steps, left the altar, turned in the air, and when he landed, his right foot stretched out.

Chih!

A trace appeared on the ground, penetrating the three city walls formed by incense ash, as if opening a city gate to welcome guests.

Whoosh~

In an instant, the surrounding Yin wind rose.

Li Yan could smell a cold blood scent surging out from the beggar's corpse, and the corpse also fell to the ground.

This scent swirled forward and rushed towards the altar.

Although others could not see it, they inexplicably felt the hair on their backs stand up, and the surrounding temperature dropped by several degrees again.

Immediately, they saw a strange scene:

Seeing the Yin wind blowing, the paper ash in the fire basin where paper money and gold ingots were burned rotated rapidly with the remaining fire, like a tornado, passing through the incense ash city walls along the opened gap.

When it approached the altar, it suddenly dissipated.

And Li Yan could also smell that the cold blood scent actually followed the altar and drilled directly into the statue, starting to absorb the incense scent on the altar.

He waved his hand to signal, and Wang Daoxuan was quick-handed, took out the incense ash white paste mud he had prepared in advance, and directly sealed the opening at the bottom of the statue.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

The statue trembled a few times on the square table and then returned to quiet.

"It's here!"

Wang Daoxuan picked up the statue and shouted loudly.

The people of the Chunfeng Troupe were also prepared, and they shouted in unison: "Catch it!"

And that Master Zhou carried the wooden box containing the statue on his back. After opening it, inside was a small shrine.

Wang Daoxuan put the statue into it, closed the wooden box tightly, covered it with a red cloth, and then waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave quickly.

Sha Lifei also stepped forward quickly to help him collect the incense burner, water altar, soul-suppressing bell, and other magic tools, extinguished the fire basin, and without caring about the temporarily made square table, turned and left.

These magic tools have been worshipped in front of the ancestor altar for years, refined by incense offerings.

Although they are only ordinary materials and far inferior to Li Yan's Three Talents Demon-Suppressing Coin, they also consumed a lot of Wang Daoxuan's energy, so naturally they cannot be discarded at will.

The road down the mountain is even harder to walk. Everyone stumbled, and no one dared to look back. Master Zhou, in particular, was even more strenuous carrying the box on his back, but he was extremely careful, for fear of falling and breaking the statue.

Fortunately, he had practiced martial arts and had a stable lower body, so nothing went wrong.

As for Li Yan, he walked at the very back of the team.

Wang Daoxuan had instructed that if he smelled anything coming to harass them, he must not look back, but directly activate the Three Talents Demon-Suppressing Coin to scare it away.

But strangely, until they went down the mountain, there was nothing unusual behind them.

The people of the Chunfeng Troupe all breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone collapsed on the ground.

This night really tossed them enough.

Sha Lifei also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and joked: "Daoist, you are too cautious. Isn't there nothing wrong?"

"What do you know!"

Wang Daoxuan turned his head to look at the mountain, full of doubts.

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Li Yan also said: "Daoist, don't worry. Those beggars have already used dogs to scare away the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts around. Even if they come to harass us, we can deal with them."

"What I'm afraid of is not lonely ghosts and wild ghosts..."

Wang Daoxuan shook his head slightly and said in a low voice: "In mountains and rivers where innate Gang Qi and Sha Qi gather, there are very likely mountain gods and river lords. These Yin souls and Yin soldiers are all restrained by them so they don't run around, equivalent to the soldiers and horses under their command."

"We invited a god, which is almost the same as kidnapping someone's subordinates, so naturally they have to take action to stop us, especially this kind of Soldier Soul."

"This mass grave has been around for a long time, and it's rare that there is no mountain god to govern it..."

Sha Lifei scratched his head and said: "Anyway, the Yin god has been invited, why think so much? Let's go quickly. Back in Xianyang, it's just right to have a bowl of hot mutton soup to dispel the cold."

"That's true, it makes me hungry too."

"Daoist Wang, I'll treat this meal!"

"Everyone, since you have invited the Yin god, you should go back quickly. Remember, every morning and evening, the incense offerings must not be broken, and on the first and fifteenth of every month, you must offer sacrifices..."

"Daoist, don't worry, we have all remembered..."

Everyone cheered up and hurried on their way, quickly disappearing into the night.

What they didn't know was that not long after they went down the mountain, torches burned in the dense forest, and many beggars crowded around the Beggar Head, Old Manshan, to arrive.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, the fat Old Manshan reached out and touched it, then immediately retracted his hand, and said with a dark face: "Burn this corpse, otherwise there will be no peace on the mountain in the future."

"Old Manshan, four or five good hands died."

"They ran fast..."

Several beggars around showed fierce light, staring at the foot of the mountain.

Beggar Head, Old Manshan, had calmed down at this time, touched his greasy big belly, and said: "I thought they were all fakes, I was careless."

"Send a message to the Iron Knife Gang. The information they gave was inaccurate. These lives must all be counted on them. If they don't find the person for me, this matter is not over!"

"Also, tell people to keep an eye on that group of people, don't provoke them at will, find an opportunity, and then give them a good look!"

"Yes, Old Manshan!"

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There are really quite a few mutton soup restaurants in Xianyang.

If you want to gain a foothold here, if you don't have a few skills, you will have to close down in a few days.

Past the Wei Family Old Street of the Ma Wang Temple, there is such a mutton soup restaurant, named Wu's Old Shop, passed down for several generations, open for a hundred years through wind and rain.

Their big soup pot never rests all year round.

They keep the bottom fire when closing every day, and put in fresh mutton bones to boil the next day. The soup is white and delicious, and it is the most famous.

What is even more praised is that this old shop never forgets its roots.

Some old shops, just after having a little reputation, are in a hurry to renovate, making it high-end to earn money from those high-ranking officials and nobles.

And Wu's Old Shop is always a big storefront, with several big pots squatting outside the shop, the boiling mutton soup surging, and rows of long tables and chairs arranged from inside the shop to outside.

The key is that the price has remained unchanged for decades, and it is done cleanly.

Therefore, there is always a group of people squatting and drinking mutton soup at any time.

Wang Daoxuan and the three of them had already drunk three bowls in a row, and also ate four or five flatbreads, until their foreheads were sweating, and then they put down their bowls, feeling that their souls had returned.

It was already early morning, and there were more and more pedestrians on the street.

Looking at the passing commoners and mule carts, Sha Lifei felt that last night's experience was like a dream, and sighed: "Damn it, I regret it a little."

"Daoist, will all future jobs be this life-threatening?"

"That's not necessary."

Wang Daoxuan smiled and said: "In the situation last night, ordinary sorcerers would not dare to take it. We succeeded, and it will spread soon."

"In the future, just take some stable jobs, and you just need to run errands."

"That's good, are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Why do I feel a little empty..."

Just as the two were chatting, they saw a man walking from afar.

This man had a short stature, a black jacket, a square hat on his head, and a pair of dead fish eyes, looking listless.

Coming to the three of them, he smacked his lips:

"Who is called Li Yan?"

Li Yan put down his bowl and glanced sideways, "I am."

The dead fish-eyed man stared at him, looked him up and down, and sneered: "Little brat, just entered the Jianghu and playing with people's lives, isn't this a joke."

"Want to fight a life-and-death ring, do you know the rules?"

(End of chapter)