Chapter 168

The Taoist muttered, "lingfu, fatai, soul guiding banner..."

He stood in front of a table, on which there were many fragmentary things, such as candles, censers, tributes, runes, inkstones and so on.

There is a risk for the Yin God to come out of the body, so we have to invite the Dharma protector.

The procedure is very complicated. Once started, almost every step has a corresponding mantra to recite.

Recite Jingxiang mantra before applying incense, make inkstone recite Ziyan mantra before inkstone, recite zibi mantra before lifting pen, recite Zimo mantra before dipping ink, recite Xiabi mantra before writing

Finally, I read a mantra and summoned the general who was worshipped by ran Shan. However, he was a great general with golden light and awe inspiring.

Wang Ping'an saluted the general and told him to protect his Yin God from the evil wind. The general agreed one by one.

"Well, Mo Mo, I'm coming." The Taoist priest's lips turned white with fear, but he sat down with his knees crossed. In a moment, he entered a state of tranquility.

An aura burst out of his fontanelle. In a trance, it was a small human figure. It was thin and transparent. It was carved like crystal. It was bright and bright. It was the Yin spirit of Taoist.

This Yin God has a perfect posture and is not afraid of the strong wind, which shows that the Taoist's cultivation is exquisite.

God will wave the flag, countless runes fly out, around the small Yin God into a round gold ring, this is more safe.

Yin Shen flew to the table and hovered in front of the remnant sword. He hesitated and finally dived into it.

At this time, the door of the small building was kicked open, and several old Taoists came in, "peace! What are you doing! "

"No, he's out of his mind!"

"What is this? What is this?" His master grinned and cried like a jackdaw.

……

Fu Xi Xi was going to leave the restaurant, but she stayed a little longer because she took in the man in white.

I was so hurt, I had a fever, I woke up in the evening, I talked nonsense all night, and I didn't breathe before dawn.

The guys broke up in the middle of the night, staying alone by the kitchen bench with the poor man.

His body was half lying on the narrow wooden stool, his legs were still on the ground, and his head was slanting to one side.

"Xian'er Don't blame me This man is so dreamy, saliva dripping, wet lips, a layer of sweat on his body, in the afterglow of the stove and the light of the moon, his head is like a porcelain ball, really bloodless.

Fu Xi Xi looks curious. Who is Xian er?

“…… Xiangshu, Jianzhong, I have to preserve the vitality of Taiwu village... "

"Take revenge, I will take revenge for you..."

"Fuyu, sword handle..."

Fu Xi Xi laughs, "my name is Fu Xi Xi. You say Fu Yu Jian, ha ha."

"Heritage Generation after generation... "

"The world, home, my love, can't..."

“…… Go, go, go. "

The first ray of the morning sun is red and purple, shining on the porcelain like face of the man in white, reflecting a Buddhist light.

"I, come, accompany you, afterlife..."

Foxy's a little sad. He's dead.

I can't help it. It's true that the internal Qi is tested, the meridians are broken, and the five zang organs are broken, especially the heart. It's almost impossible. That's to say, it's so strong that it's now.

The internal gas is exhausted. It's over.

The last five hours of life, this person spent in delirium, fortunately there is a girl with her smile, tears for him.

When the shopkeeper came, he saw a dead man in the back kitchen and read a few Buddhist names. Then he told the man to find a mat and roll it up. Let's go to the mass grave.

Fu Xi Xi sighs and accompanies the two strong men to bury people together.

Before daybreak, the road was a bit foggy, and the water mist was also dyed golden by the rising sun. They were together, three living, one dead, three faces facing the light, and one face in the shadow of the mat.

Out of the gate, the man dug up the grass in the pit. It was just a small soil depression. The broken grass stem gave out juice, like dew.

When the dead were thrown into the pit, they seemed to raise a little ash, but they didn't.

His fingers seemed to quiver, but they didn't.

, the guys covered the soil and carried the shovel to go back. They had a sophisticated smile on their faces, like saying: dead people.

Yes, it's just a dead man.

"Meizi, go back!"

Little sister shook her head, "you go back, I won't go back."

Oh, I see. It's the parting. This smiling girl is leaving juxianlou.

The guys hesitated and finally gave her a smile of encouragement.

Their backs disappeared in the morning fog, and they stood in front of the small grave.

The rising and falling, dry and wet yellow mud of the mass grave is not like a tomb, of course, it is not a tomb. At most, it is a transitional zone for the body to return to the earth.

Countless people here, countless souls riseI'm in a trance.

Suddenly, the soil in front of him moved.

Yes, the seal moved.

My little sister was stunned.

A hand holding the hilt of a sword, through the surface, the boundary of life and death, stands on the mud, rising high, like a simple tombstone.

Little sister gently put her hand on the hilt of the sword.

The dead man's fist was originally clenched, but now he suddenly loosened it, Fuxi quickly fished out a sword, and the hilt fell into his hand.

For a moment, she seemed to be lost in a dreamland, surrounded by a good fog, in the gray world, there are a figure walked, and came back, to the front, showing a strange face, a gentle smile to her.

From generation to generation, Taiwu's memory and skills have poured into his body.

I do not know how long, the sun has risen, the old high.

Fu Xi Xi lowers his head, the palm protruding from the ground disappears and returns to the underground of the dead.

Fuxi Xi looked up, the clouds all over the sky ran back and forth, the wind blowing, with water vapor, leaving a whisper, "inheritance..."

Inheritance.

The seventeenth generation.

Too much.

……

In front of the Taoist stood a swordsman in white.

Wang Ping'an asked, "who are you?"

The swordsman in white replied, "I am you."

"And who am I?"

"You are mo Yun."

The Taoist shook his head. "How could I be mo Yun. I'm Mo Yun. Who is Bai Zimo? "

"He is a black jade sword." As soon as the swordsman in white raised his hand, a small human figure was standing in his palm, curled up, but it was Bai Zimo.

"No I can't be... " Taoist can't believe it.

"Don't run away from all this. It's under our plan. "

"What plan?"

"Sword meaning reincarnation, break the shackles."

"Whose shackles?"

"The former swordsman."

Mo Yun smiles at the Taoist priest and passes the white ink in his palm forward.

"Come on, kill him."

"No way." Wang Ping An's tone is firm.

"Even if you give up the power of Kendo

"Give up everything."

"Good." Mo Yun chuckles and pours at Wang Ping'an. They turn into two invisible swords.

Flying like a dragon.

Gather like a river.

……

Li dingxun sat at home drinking tea.

It's time to go out to sea in a few days. When I come back, I'll lead Taiwu to get through the sword tomb.

Then I heard that Taiwu had disappeared.

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