Science Reigns Supreme, The Metaphysical Ancestor's Power Is Infinite

Feng Zhibai, as the sole prophetic spirit born from the natural essence of heaven and earth, has served as a metaphysical ancestor for several millennia since transforming into human form! She has ...

☆19. Chapter 19 What are you doing? Why don’t you take him away quickly?

Chapter 19: What are you doing? Take him away quickly

To attract thunder is to have someone who knows thunder magic set up an altar somewhere or use some medium, such as the Thunder Inducing Order, Five Thunder Talisman and other magical instruments that can attract thunder from the sky to attract thunder.

However, people who are not advanced enough in Taoism will suffer corresponding loss of their own energy and spirit when using thunder magic.

Those who use thunder magic without any Taoist skills will at best fall into a coma, and at worst their lifespan will be shortened.

Therefore, it is not recommended for non-professionals to play with mines.

Since the thunder is not natural thunder, who is causing it?

This thunder doesn't seem to be aimed at himself and Xiaomi.

Then apart from dealing with He Zhong and Bai Gui, there seems to be no other suspicious people.

Could it be that He Zhong had offended a disciple from some sect before?

But He Zhong only woke up on the day she went down the mountain. It had only been a few days. Which sect's disciples were so kind to come and punish evil and promote good?

There is another strange thing.

That is, when the thunder came down for the first time, all the ghosts kept fleeing, fearing that their souls would be shattered by the lightning.

But when the second thunder came down, those evil ghosts not only did not dodge, but tried even harder to deal with He Zhong.

What drives these evil spirits to risk their lives?

When I think of the scene where those evil ghosts kept rushing towards He Zhong when the thunder struck the sky.

Feng Zhibai found it very strange.

"Ms. Feng, Mr. Mi, are you okay?"

Just as she was lost in thought, Qu Yun appeared in her sight holding a peach wood sword.

"Ang." Feng Zhibai raised his head and turned around, only to see Qu Yun waving a peach wood sword to disperse the afterimages of several little ghosts, then limping to the front of the pit and quickly protecting himself behind him.

The whole process took only a few blinks of an eye, and before she could even focus, she heard Qu Yun shouting, "Miss Feng, please leave! I'll take over here! You bold evil spirit, stop causing trouble!"

"Xiao Yun! Don't be impulsive! We're on the same side, we're on the same side!"

Feng Zhibai saw him raise the peach wood sword towards He Zhong, and was afraid that he would really chop it down, so he hurried to stop him!

Old Mitou, who was hiding in a corner, heard Qu Yun's voice, poked his head out from the safe zone, and shouted excitedly: "Master Qu! Don't be impulsive, you are really one of us!"

Old Mi ran over quickly and grabbed the peach wood sword that Qu Yun was swinging out.

"ah?"

Qu Yun screamed and was about to retract the peach wood sword, but a hand grabbed the sword tightly!

He Zhong's mind was completely blank at this moment.

Because he had been killing evil spirits, the evil aura controlled his original consciousness.

To put it more clearly, it means that they are blinded by rage.

Seeing Qu Yun holding the peach wood sword towards him, he instinctively grabbed the sword. Just as he was about to raise his hand to throw Qu Yun out, a crisp bell sound "Ding-ling-ling--" entered his mind!

Slowly lowering his hand, He Zhong let out a series of sad gasps.

"this…"

Seeing that He Zhong was struggling uncomfortably, Lao Mi Tou wanted to go forward and help him but he didn't dare.

Feng Zhibai shook the bell in his hand with an expressionless face, shaking it faster and faster.

Hearing the bell sound getting louder and louder, He Zhong was shocked and opened his eyes!

The man who caught his eye was wearing a goose-yellow robe, and stood before him just as he had a hundred years ago. He spoke softly, "Wake up, are you awake? If you are, give me a squeak. I have important things to attend to."

Seeing He Zhong open his eyes and look at him, Feng Zhibai no longer worried and shouted at him in a bad mood to come back to his senses.

He Zhong shook his head twice, blinked and looked at Feng Zhibai, and silently said, "Squeak."

There was no such thing as gentle words! It was all his own imagination!

Today's prophet is no longer the same lady-like prophet of the past.

When they heard He Zhongzhen's squeak, Lao Mi Tou and Qu Yun were dumbfounded.

The dignified Ghost King is so obedient?

"What's going on?"

Putting away the peach wood sword, Qu Yun looked at Lao Mi Tou.

Old Mitou smacked his lips, looking thoughtful. "Smash, how should I explain it? It's like this. Actually... I'm not really sure either."

Qu Yun rolled his eyes speechlessly and held his forehead. What was the difference between Old Mi's answer and no answer at all?

It’s better not to say anything.

Old Mi was not idle either. He pulled Qu Yun over and briefly explained what had just happened.

It took He Zhong a while to come back to his senses.

When he heard Lao Mi Tou and Qu Yun discussing him, he raised his hands and was about to salute them, but Feng Zhibai held his hands down.

"Let's catch up later."

This sentence interrupted Lao Mi Tou and Qu Yun who were still chattering.

The two men and the ghost simultaneously looked at Feng Zhibai with doubtful eyes, only to see her roughly tugging at the corner of her clothes and hanging the bell on her waist. Then, as if she had something urgent to do, she anxiously said to Qu Yun, "What are you doing? Hurry up and put Xiao Chong Chong away! Today's work must be done today, because after midnight it will be tomorrow!"

"receive?"

Qu Yun didn't understand what Feng Zhibai said.

According to the situation, He Zhong and Feng Zhibai are destined to be together, so it should be her who takes action instead of himself.

"Miss Feng wants me to put the Ghost King away?"

Old Mitou clapped his hands and said, "Why? Can't you just perform the direct salvation?"

Putting his hand down, Feng Zhibai nodded gracefully and explained, "He owes a karmic debt that cannot be repaid, cannot be reincarnated, and cannot be directly saved. I am not a Taoist disciple, and Xiaomi, you are just a fortune teller. Although He Zhong did evil, it was only because of the situation. After much thought, I don't think he is a bad person at heart. If we want him to pay off the karmic debts of those innocent people, the best way is to temporarily place him in Xiaoyun's Taoist temple."

"The Taoist temple holds morning and evening chants every day. The daily chants and the incense offerings from thousands of families will offset the evil spirits within He Zhong. Then, he will be allowed to accumulate good deeds to pay off his sins. After a period of time, he will be able to enter the six realms of reincarnation and be reborn."

He Zhong is the King of Ghosts, and there is too much evil spirit on his body. If one wants to get rid of the evil spirit, he can only be sent to a Taoist temple.

The disciples in the Taoist temple would chant the Baogao Sutra in the morning and evening classes every day.

Place He Zhong in front of the incense table in the hall. In addition to the daily chanting by disciples, he can also receive incense from thousands of families.

These incense sticks have been caressed by the breath of countless people. As the yang energy increases, the evil energy is naturally suppressed.

With this dissipation and suppression, it is only a matter of time to eliminate the evil spirit from He Zhong.

And she really wanted to help He Zhong.

Not to mention that they met a hundred years ago, nor that he became like this in order to avenge his wife and children.

But since he was willing to fight hundreds of ghosts for her, she felt that He Zhong was a man of loyalty and righteousness.

Moreover, he has too many karmic debts to pay back.

It was also a fate between the master and servant that they could meet again after hundreds of years. I would help if I could.

Hearing Feng Zhibai's willingness to help him, He Zhong knelt down with his knees bent, his eyes flickering: "Prophet, I bow to you in gratitude! I will never forget your great kindness."

"Alright, stand up."

Waving his hand, Feng Zhibai glanced at the horizon without thinking.

When I looked up, I realized that it was almost midnight!

Do today’s work today!

It’s too late if you delay any longer!

"Xiao Yun, remember to take Xiao Chong Chong away. I can't wait any longer!"

Feng Zhibai hurriedly pulled at her skirt, without any image at all, and ran towards the entrance of Qingshantou at the speed of the wind!

"Hey, hey, you, why are you so anxious? Why can't you wait?"

Old Mi Tou stared wide-eyed and didn't even see Qingfeng Zhibai's shadow, and she disappeared.

Only the confused Qu Yun and He Zhong, who had no head or face, were left there.

Pointing at the direction Feng Zhibai ran, Lao Mitou was embarrassed and didn't know whether to laugh or not: "No, this... this little short leg runs really fast..."

Qu Yun was amused and reached into the yellow cloth bag to pull out a small jar. "Miss Feng is decisive and has a lively and cheerful personality. She's quite good."

After opening the lid of the small jar, he bowed and nodded politely to He Zhongxian.

He Zhong was originally a scholar, so he naturally knew the etiquette.

She cupped her hands and returned the greeting: "Thank you, Master Qu Yun. Thank you for your help."

"Ghost King, you're joking. I'll excuse you by asking you to come in first. I'll replace the urn with a bigger one when we get to the Taoist temple."

He Zhong didn't say anything, just grinned halfway and stood in front of the jar.

As Qu Yun pointed his sword at the mouth of the jar, He Zhong was received into the jar.

After closing the lid, Qu Yun took out a ghost-sealing talisman and stuck it on the lid before carefully putting the jar into his bag.

"Wow, Master Qu Tian, ​​you are really amazing."

Old Mi was caught by his trick and gave him a thumbs up, praising him excitedly.

Qu Yun waved his hand modestly: "No, no, Mr. Mi, let's go down the mountain first. Miss Feng may be waiting for us at the foot of the mountain."

"Okay, Master Qu Tian, ​​please."

Lao Mitou responded, stretched out his hand to invite Qu Yun to go down the mountain, and did not forget to support him considerately.

"Master Qu Tian, ​​is this matter over?"