Chapter 95: Sharing Disciples
The sky is dim.
Two soldiers carried the body and hurried to the ancestral hall.
Li Feng followed behind, appearing to be frightened by the ancestral hall. He had just approached, his heart was beating wildly, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
"Has Mrs. Yin's condition improved recently?"
The soldier hesitated for a while and replied: "It's always been good or bad. Only two young masters will visit us every now and then. The general hasn't been here for a long time."
"Hey, I hope nothing big happens."
The temperature near the ancestral hall is obviously lower, and the vegetation has withered.
There were even dozens of bird carcasses lying beside the wall.
Li Feng noticed that the soldiers were walking slower and slower, and couldn't help but urge: "Move quickly, once it gets dark, no living people can stay in the ancestral hall!"
"No, sir, this man is getting heavier for some reason."
"Let me help."
Li Feng didn't dare to neglect, and took the initiative to take the storyteller's upper body. He suddenly felt his shoulders sinking, as if he was lifting a boulder of several hundred kilograms.
"Sir." The soldier couldn't help but asked softly: "What does Master Jiang mean by doing this? Is there really a way to live the dead with flesh and bones?"
"Don't ask too much, Taoist Master Jiang is a disciple of a saint, so he naturally has his considerations."
Li Feng couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Jiang Ziya's method of seizing prisoners. His magical powers were beyond ordinary knowledge.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems a bit...evil?
The three of them stopped in front of the ancestral hall, and Li Feng knocked on the door.
The door opened with a creaking sound, and the three of them immediately saw a gentle and elegant woman reading a book under the banyan tree in the courtyard.
Li Feng looked a little nervous, "General Li Feng has met Mrs. Yin, I hope you won't disturb her."
Mrs. Yin's smile did not diminish, "Come in quickly, you must have something to do when you go to the ancestral hall."
"Well, there is a person who needs to be temporarily placed in the ancestral hall."
"Is it a corpse?"
Mrs. Yin's words were ordinary, but the soldiers did not dare to look directly at her, with uncontrollable fear in her eyes.
"Although there is still a weak vitality, the sun fire has been extinguished, so it should be..."
Before Li Feng finished speaking, he suddenly saw a bunch of hair from Mrs. Yin falling off and falling under the eaves, squirming like a living thing.
He learned spells from Li Jing and could feel Mrs. Yin's yang fire gradually dimming.
Li Feng said quickly: "Mrs. Yin, there will be something else at Chentangguan later. We will put this person in the ancestral hall and leave."
"Well, the temperature has dropped sharply recently. Be careful to catch a cold when you go out."
Li Feng's forehead was covered with cold sweat as the three of them walked into the ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall was extremely clean, with dozens of tablets placed on the altar and a few incense burning, making it look sparse and ordinary.
They placed the Storyteller on the ground, and immediately a strong Yin Qi poured into it.
There are looming lines on the surface of the storyteller's skin, the jade beads in his mouth are shining, and the remaining vitality in his internal organs begins to grow.
"It can really bring the dead back to life!"
The soldiers were shocked when they saw this. Just when they wanted to get closer to check, they saw that the other two people were silent and the candlelight in the room kept flickering.
He followed Li Feng's line of sight and was so frightened that his legs became weak.
Mrs. Yin stood motionless with her back against the wall, her hair growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her empty eyes staring directly at the three of them.
With a gust of wind, the ground was covered with a thick layer of black hair.
"My lord."
Click click click.
Li Feng's hair stood on end, and Mrs. Yin's head suddenly turned 180 degrees.
Her face remained unchanged, but the smile at the corner of her mouth was extremely strange. Then Mrs. Yin's height began to increase inch by inch.
Black hair spilled out.
In just a short moment, the woman turned into an evil spirit.
In fact, Li Feng already knew Mrs. Yin's situation, but he still shuddered when faced with it. He wanted to cast a spell to stimulate the strong Yang Fire, but he tried several times in succession and ended in failure.
Mrs. Yin became so strange when she was two years pregnant.
He is a human by day and a ghost by night.
The Li Mansion announced to the public that Mrs. Yin suffered from night blindness, and sought out disciples of the Xian family to try to cure it, but there was no progress.
"Let's stick to the ancestral hall first, and we can get out of trouble when the general notices something strange."
Li Feng's pupils shrank, and he quickly stepped forward to close the door and signaled the soldiers to close the windows, but black hair still seeped into the ancestral hall through the gap.
at this time.
Mrs. Yin's figure has reached more than four meters.
It was completely level with the locust tree, giving it a real sense of oppression. After a resentful sigh, Mrs. Yin walked towards the ancestral hall step by step.
But wherever the black hair reaches, it is Mrs. Yin's range of activities.
Doors and windows can't stop it at all.
The soldier covered his mouth desperately and watched the black hair spread bit by bit.
Several mice accidentally came into contact with the black hair, and soon their flesh and blood were sucked dry. Their fur was immediately taken over by the black hair, and no bones remained.
"No, the ghost-turned-Mrs. Yin will never be merciful. Unless the Third Young Master is here, we will be out of our minds in a moment..."
Li Feng covered his chest, his heart beat loudly like a drum, and his Yang Fire surged, but at the expense of his Yang Life, just to be able to hold on for a little longer.
"Where is Taigong Jiang?"
He felt a cold palm tap on his shoulder.
Li Feng glanced around, only to find that it was not a soldier, but a corpse that was dying before. The other party had stood up at some point.
"You..."
Yang He's expression was solemn, "Evil spirits are infested, where is Jiang Taigong?" Li Feng looked carefully several times and confirmed that Yang He was a human and not a ghost, but something was obviously wrong, and there was almost no color on his face.
"Taoist Master Jiang is meditating and resting. We sent you to the ancestral hall."
Yang He narrowed his eyes, feeling terrified when facing Mrs. Yin. Fortunately, the latter was only a fierce ghost at the moment and had not yet transformed into an evil ghost.
"If the three of you listen to me, there is still hope for survival."
"Taoist Master, tell me."
Li Feng knew that he could only trust the other person. This person was probably a disciple of the Immortal. He could not suppress Mrs. Yin just by relying on his longevity.
"There is no time to explain. All you need to know is that this method is detrimental to moral integrity. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will inevitably get seriously ill in the future."
The soldiers were at a loss, so Li Feng made the decision to take back the Yin Qi.
Bang bang bang.
All the spiritual tablets on the altar were overturned, and her black hair covered one third of the ancestral hall. Mrs. Yin stepped in along the crack of the door with half her body.
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Yang He covered his mouth and coughed, Tonggui barely suppressed the injury.
Then the ghost hand appeared.
After Yang He thought for a while, he strangled the soldiers' necks with his ghostly hand and buried them directly in the ground in the southeast corner without waiting for them to react.
Li Feng couldn't help but murmured: "Taoist Master, are you... driving piles?"
"Yeah."
Yang He followed the same method. Taiyi Zhenren taught him the method of driving live piles during the ghost in the stone. The four of them were buried next to the altar in a unique position, leaving their heads alone to keep breathing.
The yin energy in the room subsided, and the black hair stopped spreading.
Mrs. Yin surrounded the altar, pacing slowly and waiting for the opportunity.
"It really works."
Driving live piles can actually be regarded as setting up an array, but it only uses living people as the eyes of the needle, thanks to the fact that Li Feng is now in his prime and has strong yang fire.
"Cough cough cough."
Blood flowed from the corner of Yang He's mouth. It was true that the storyteller was alive, but his body was about to be destroyed.
Jiang Ziya's method should be to change from yin to yang, using yin energy to stimulate vitality, and he should have taken valuable elixirs.
The price is to consume at least forty years of Yangshou.
The two soldiers were not much better, and they would be reduced to corpses before long.
"Speaking of which, the Storyteller and the Corpse Taoist have similar methods and have the same name. Li Fengfeng won't be able to tell the difference."
Yang He spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "My lord, Yang He, what do you call me?"
Li Feng noticed that Yang He's face was ashen, and his heart skipped a beat, "Brother Yang He, just call me Li Feng. Just stay calm. Master Jiang Xian must have known about the incident in the ancestral hall."
"Brother Li, actually I am just a storyteller, not a disciple of the Immortal Master, ahem, and we actually met during the Chaoge Festival."
Li Feng looked back for a few breaths, "Brother Yang, I'm really sorry, I don't have much impression."
Yang He murmured to himself: "I have interacted with Taoist Master Qingfeng, and I heard that the true biography of Qianyuan Mountain is familiar to you."
Li Feng didn't understand the meaning of Yang He's question, and noticed that his Yang Fire was getting darker and darker, so he thought he was talking nonsense before he was about to die.
"Brother Li, do you know the name of the true biography of Qianyuan Mountain?"
"I don't know the exact name, but I call him Taoist Corpse Master. Hey, Brother Yang, you are already bleeding from all your orifices. Stop talking!"
Yang He's thinking was scattered, but he already got the answer he wanted.
The mystery of the panel is far beyond imagination, and it can actually affect other people's perceptions, making the 'Yang He' currently being played unique.
"Perhaps only by merging roles can the experiences of different characters be integrated."
Snap.
Warm yellow light illuminated a hundred meters, and the small flag suddenly landed in the center of the ancestral hall.
The black hair receded, and Mrs. Yin returned to the courtyard unwillingly.
"What a mistake! What a mistake!"
Water drops fell from the eaves, and Jiang Ziya came to the ancestral hall through the Five Elements Escape Technique.
He moved four people out of the ground and fed each of them a pill.
Yang He was refreshed, but another four or five years of his life were wasted. As a result, the storyteller's temples turned gray and his organs tended to fail.
"Master Jiang."
Jiang Ziya said guiltily: "I did something wrong in this matter. I was sure to die before. I was afraid that the package would be missed and handed over to you. I didn't even consider that you couldn't resist your inner demons."
"Everyone has his or her own destiny. There is no need to force a long life."
Yang He pretended to be bitter, "It made Master Xian laugh. I learned how to drive piles secretly when I was watching the construction of Nuwa Palace in Chaoge. I didn't expect to use it here."
Jiang Ziya regretted it more and more, seeing that he had been extremely skillful in setting up the piles for the first time.
Yang He was born with magical powers, a pure Taoist heart, and a transcendent understanding. He had not hesitated to offend the Dragon King in order to save mortals. He was really the best seed to cultivate Taoism.
He was ordered to go down the mountain to assist Ming Jun. If Yang He lives a few more years, he will definitely achieve something.
Jiang Ziya counted his fingers and relaxed his brows, "Yang He, I am a disciple of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain. Are you willing to become my disciple?"
"The disciples are naturally willing."
Yang He wanted to stand up and kneel down, but Jiang Ziya quickly suppressed him, "Master just made a fortune-telling on a whim. Disciple, your life should not be cut off. There is a way to extend your life in the dragon disaster at Chentangguan."
Jiang Ziya flicked his sleeves, and the five senses of Li Feng and the others were closed.
"Listen, there is a price to pay for extending your life."
Yang He nodded.
"Once this method is used to extend life, will non-human dragons be willing to accept it?"
(End of chapter)