Qi Wuhuo stroked the piano with his fingers.

His piano music gradually reached its peak after he met the mountain goddess Qiong Yu in his dreams.

After that, he experienced decades of ups and downs in his dreams, and learned from the Li family that dreams are like dreams but not dreams. He went a step further. The sound of the piano seemed to contain the life insights of the Master Wuhuo in the dream, which could resonate in people's hearts. Young people could see the high spirits and the old people could see the ups and downs of the world and be touched by their true hearts.

Now, even the ghosts that were refined by the "Spiritual Treasure Nine Netherworlds Long Night to Raise Corpses and Save the Dead" were vaguely affected.

The original madness seemed to have subsided a little.

But that’s all.

In the courtyard, the negative energy was still flowing, with gusts of cold wind, and the sunlight could not penetrate. The auras of those controlled ghosts were fluctuating. Qi Wuhuo looked at them with his soul and could faintly see the struggle on their faces. However, no matter how Qi Wuhuo played the piano and how wholeheartedly he tried, he could not calm their minds.

The young man pursed his lips and continued to play the piano meticulously.

The old man sneered and shook his head.

It was unintentional before, but it can do supernatural things.

Now, the harder I try, the more useless it seems.

He stroked his beard and smiled, "Don't be so tense. A tense person can hardly write well, so how can he play the piano?"

"The zither is the voice of the heart."

"The heart is the nature and the spirit."

"When playing the zither, your soul should be involved. This is a natural thing. If you deliberately activate your soul, you will lose the beauty of it."

"Wuhuo, pay attention."

"When the mind is at peace, the qi and spirit are in harmony, and one can let it flow naturally without any guidance."

"This is what is called 'If it lasts forever, it will never be used up'."

"The so-called piano music and the so-called magical powers are nothing more than this."

Qi Wuhuo was originally thinking that he must convert these ghosts, and his body was subconsciously tense. The old man spoke gently, and he gradually became less obsessed. His fingers pressed on the strings of the zither, and the sound of the zither naturally became more gentle. His mind gradually became freer, and he suddenly asked, "Do you also know how to play the zither, old man?"

"Qin? I don't understand."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled and replied, "That's what I said."

"The Tao."

Qi Wuhuo agreed with a smile, and played the piano according to the old man's instructions. If he made any mistakes, the old man would point them out. However, each time, the instructions were not about what was wrong with the music score, but whether it was in line with his heart and spirit.

Gradually, Qi Wuhuo's piano playing was no longer bound by the piano score, but became more and more relaxed.

The old man said that he didn't know how to play the zither, but under his guidance, Qi Wuhuo felt that he was playing more smoothly.

Seventy years are like a dream, with three thousand piano scores and ten kinds of music theory.

Now they come together as one.

See a thousand swords before you know the weapon, play a thousand songs before you understand the sound.

Qi Wuhuo looked gentle and calm.

As the sound of the piano faded away, the resentment and madness on the faces of the ghosts gradually dissipated. The cold wind gradually subsided, and they reappeared in their original appearance. Some were young women with delicate features and rope marks on their necks, or burly young men with sword marks on their bodies. There was even one who had lost his head, leaving only a headless body.

Qi Wuhuo placed his palm on the strings of the zither, and the sound of the zither gradually stopped, leaving only a little lingering sound.

"This is……"

The sound of the piano dissipated the resentment of these ghosts and spirits, allowing them to gradually return to normal.

However, these tragic scenes still made Qi Wuhuo raise his eyes slightly.

The old man who was brewing tea shook his head and said, "They all look like souls who died in vain. I wonder how many of them accepted the gold from the evil cultivator and were then murdered by him with his magic."

After regaining consciousness.

The pretty girl was suddenly dazed and asked, "Why am I here?"

"Mom...where's my mom?"

She looked around in panic and said hastily:

"That kind-hearted Taoist priest clearly gave me three ounces of gold, and my mother's illness was cured, but why am I here?"

"I have to find someone to treat my mother!"

"Where's my gold?"

"Where's the gold?!"

She searched her body frantically, looking anxious. Her already pale and transparent face showed a hint of worry, and tears appeared in her eyes.

!!!

Qi Wuhuo's hand pressing on the strings of the zither suddenly became heavy.

After just a few sentences, he already knew why this girl appeared in the group of ghosts controlled by Tan Tai Xuan.

"He cast a spell on the gold... and made her commit suicide..."

The girl's soul looked around, looking at Qi Wuhuo, the only person she could see, bit her lower lip, and asked:

"Little sir, do you know where my money is?"

"Please, please."

"That was my mother's life-saving money. Can you please give it back to me?"

She seemed to have spoken without thinking in her haste, and suddenly knelt on the ground.

Qi Wuhuo stood up and moved away, reaching out his hand to support him.

But his palm passed through the hand of the girl who was only a few years older than him.

Qi Wuhuo paused and said:

"That Taoist priest...gave you gold?"

The girl bit her lower lip:

"I stayed with him all night."

The young man in blue closed his eyes, leaned down, activated his spiritual power, and helped the girl up.

Gentle and clean palms.

It made the girl feel a rare warmth.

But he finally took a step back, lowered his hands, looked at the girl, with compassion and gentleness in his eyes, and said:

"But you're already dead..."

!!!

These words seemed to have a mysterious magic power. The girl was stunned. The forgotten memories due to the pain of being tempered by the magic power resurfaced. She stepped back a few steps, her face was extremely painful, her body swayed, and she collapsed to the ground, covering her face and crying:

“Mother…”

"My mother's illness..."

Qi Wuhuo pursed his lips and looked around, seeing those "people" who gradually recovered their memories. Some were escorts who had taken on a mission from the Taoist priest and were infected with the sneaky aura; some were breakfast vendors who saw the Taoist priest in his shabby robe and gave him three steamed buns and a bowl of water; some were doctors, and some were farmers...

Qi Wuhuo listened to their experiences.

The old man had gentle eyes and looked at the young man calmly from behind.

No help was offered immediately.

See how he deals with himself.

【See life and death】

"Young sir, if you can see us, can you help us... Is there really no other way for us?"

"Yes, yes, you have such power."

"Can you help us?! Just show us some pity!"

"I have a wife, children and elders at home..."

Qi Wuhuo remained silent, cupped his hands, and refused:

"I don't have such magical powers, I can't do such a thing..."

Many innocent souls are lost.

The young man thought for a moment, then walked back into the house, took out a pen and paper, and said in a gentle voice, "But if you have any unfulfilled wishes or messages that you want me to pass on to your family, please tell me... I don't have that much magical power, but I can still pass on a message."

The escort was silent for a moment, then smiled carefreely, clasped his fists like a man of the world, and said:

"Then please tell my wife that I have saved money and put it under the bricks and stones of the wall. I hid it in the past because I was worried that my unfilial son would be too extravagant. I planned to return to my hometown in the countryside with her after my son got married, buy a small yard with a vegetable garden, raise some chickens and ducks, and grow old together. It seems that this cannot be done."

A vendor pushing a cart selling breakfast sighed:

"I don't have anything else to say, except to tell my son not to take advantage of small gains."

"It's a fair trade, so that I can support my family with this skill in the future."

Finally, the girl bowed several times and choked up:

"If you can go to Zhongzhou City in the future, please go to Shuili Township under the jurisdiction of the city to visit my mother..."

"You said my daughter was unfilial...I can't see her anymore."

The young man sat down beside the stone table where he played the piano and picked up his pen.

These words filled up an entire sheet of paper.

It turns out that a person's life and death is just a line of text and a trace of ink.

Qi Wuhuo stood up, saluted, and said softly:

"Your wishes, I..."

He seemed to feel that saying the word "I" was not serious enough and would not gain enough trust from these people.

The old man seemed to cough.

The blue-shirted boy was silent for a moment, then he cupped his hands and replied softly:

"Your wishes."

"I accept this."