Chapter 247 Soul Confinement
The ghost king's soul was shocked, "Master Jiang, I admire you very much."
"Don't give me that." Jiang Ci said calmly, "If you want me to help you get free, just say it directly. I don't like people beating around the bush."
The Ghost King was embarrassed and asked, "Master Jiang, how did you know that..."
"You have reached the level of Ghost King. You can live a comfortable life in the world of the living without entering the cycle of reincarnation, unless something is suppressing you and preventing you from being free. If you have freedom and are not under control, and you really want to die, I will admire you for a while."
Jun Yan said angrily: "Oh my god, I really thought you had seen through life and wanted to die, but it turns out you just wanted to play a pitiful role and let Jiang Jiang help you."
Jiang Ci said coldly: "After you cancel the ghost marriage, you can do whatever I want."
"I said, I just want merit."
The Ghost King was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he lowered his head helplessly: "Okay, I promised you that I can't break my promise."
"My soul, you can take it."
There are only two ways for him to become virtuous.
One was beaten to ashes, and merits flew out automatically.
The other is to liberate him and lead him into reincarnation, which can also gain merit.
Looking at Master Jiang's appearance, it seems impossible to lead him into reincarnation, because if a ghost king of his level wants to be saved, it will require a great deal of Taoist practice from the master of metaphysics.
This may not be worth the effort.
Anyone would choose the first path.
Rather than being suppressed by the Taoist priest, it is better to die and put an end to it all.
Seeing Jiang Ci raising his hand towards him, the Ghost King resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes.
The imagined painful feeling did not come.
When he opened his eyes, Jiang Ci slapped him on the forehead.
"Master Jiang, what does this mean?" The Ghost King was puzzled.
"Help me collect merits." Jiang Ci said, "I will help you to release the things that are suppressing your soul. In return, you have to collect merits."
The ghost king was dumbfounded: "I don't know how to collect merits..."
"I will teach you." Jiang Ci paused, "Also, although it is not your fault, Xiaojiu has indeed suffered a lot because of you. I hope you can protect her when I am not around."
"Even if Master Jiang doesn't tell me, I will protect Miss Bai secretly." The Ghost King said in fear and trepidation.
Bai Chujiu heard something different and said sadly, "Master, are you leaving again?"
It has been exactly twenty years since I last left.
How many years will it be before we meet again?
Or, can she still wait?
Jiang Ci smiled and pinched her cheek, "No one will always be with you, but this ghost king can."
Chi Che: “?”
Jun Yan: “…”
This line of thought must be from Jiang Ci.
"Master, I don't want you to leave..." Bai Chujiu's face showed a bit more sadness.
"I won't leave in the short term, you can rest assured during this time."
So... we still have to separate in the end.
Afterwards, Jiang Ci had a meal at home. Looking at Bo Hanzhou who had not woken up yet, he asked Chi Che to take care of him, and then went back to Moxiang Pavilion with Jun Yan Ghost King.
They came to Jun Yan's office, moved the office chair, dug up the floor, and after digging a few meters down, a pitch-black urn came into view.
Not only was there a blood rune on the urn, but the urn itself was also covered with special blood-colored runes.
Jun Yan was terrified, "This unlucky thing has been under my butt for so long."
The Ghost King glared at him coldly.
"Ha, sorry, that was a slip of the tongue."
The King of Ghosts jumped into the pit himself and carried the urn out.
A faint black gas lingered around the urn, which was creepy at first glance.
Jun Yan asked: "Jiang Jiang, can you understand the spell above?"
Jiang Ci took the initiative and looked at the urn from head to toe. He said in a serious tone, "The one on the talisman paper is the Soul Calming Spell, and the one on the urn is the Soul Nourishing Spell."
Jun Yan didn't understand, "How can the Soul Calming and Soul Nourishing appear at the same time?"
"This is not surprising. Soul-suppression is just to prevent him from escaping from the urn, while soul-nourishing is to absorb the Yin energy within a hundred miles to nourish his soul."
Jiang Ci frowned and looked at the Ghost King, "After you die, you will just be a wandering ghost, right?"
The Ghost King shook his head, "No, I became a Ghost King after I died."
“Hahahaha——” Jun Yan laughed unceremoniously, “Do you understand the levels of ghosts?”
"If a person dies with great resentment, the most powerful thing after death is to turn into a ghost. You are a ghost king. Do you know what level a ghost king is? I can't beat you even after three thousand years of practice! A ghost king is equivalent to the strength of a hundred ghosts gathered together."
"But now I understand why you are stronger than me. It turns out that you have been buried underground for all these years, constantly absorbing the Yin energy from all directions to nourish your soul. I have to stabilize the barriers of the Elite Building, so how can I defeat you?"
Jiang Ci pondered for a moment and said, "Your memory must have been tampered with. You are more than just a ghost king."
The Ghost King stood there at a loss, "Then Master Jiang, what should I do?"
"If the talisman had not gradually lost its power over the years, allowing you to escape, otherwise in another hundred years, you might have become the Ghost Emperor."
Jiang Ci said this and asked the Ghost King to lift the urn.
She gathered spiritual power in her hands and tried to erase the soul-nourishing spell on the urn.
Unexpectedly, an invisible force suddenly came.
The shock made her fingers numb and she took two steps back.
"Soul confinement?" Jiang Ci's face suddenly changed.
Jun Yan and Ghost King were both confused, "What is Soul Prohibition?"
"Soul restraint, as the name suggests, is a restraint on the soul. Someone has added a soul restraint to your ashes, so you are controlled by others. Even if you regain your freedom for a short time, you must return to the urn."
The Ghost King nodded: "Yes, I suffer from this oppression. I can only come out for two or three days a month, and then I have to go back to the jar and be suppressed."
"I don't know what bastard put this thing on me."
"It's me."
The Ghost King was stunned, "Huh?"
Jun Yan was also surprised: "What?"
Jiang Ci frowned: "I created this soul restriction myself."
The two were completely dumbfounded.
Especially the Ghost King, he wanted to slap himself twice and take back what he had just said.
"I have never passed it on to anyone." Jiang Ci looked serious, staring at the urn gloomily, "Why did the soul ban that has never been passed on to others appear here?"
She didn't even write any secret manuals on cultivation.
"Soul Confinement... Soul Nourishment..."
Jiang Ci subconsciously looked towards the deep pit.
The color of the soil at the bottom of the deep pit is different from the surrounding area. The soil seems to be stained by something and has turned into a strange black color, emitting a strange smell.
"Keep digging, things are not that simple."
Jun Yan had no choice but to turn into a little fox, jump into the pit, and dig the soil frantically using his hands and feet.
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