The command is the will of heaven.

A ling is someone who holds an imperial seal to summon people.

And the Supreme One...

I dare not think, I dare not speak, I dare not read.

Then, the vital energy between heaven and earth seemed to condense and surge suddenly. The land god Tao Taigong felt his heart beating wildly. He staggered, as if he fell into a vortex. Looking up, he could see that the sky and the earth were clear, but he could only hear two voices faintly, one old and gentle, and the other a young and clear voice. They were chanting and whispering, and finally the old man's voice gradually dissipated, as if it was just his own illusion.

Only the young man's voice is clear.

"The Supreme One has decreed that your lonely soul be liberated, and all ghosts and spirits be blessed."

"He who has a head will rise, and he who has no head will ascend. He who is killed by a spear or a knife, will jump into the water and hang on a rope."

"Death in the open or in the dark, death by injustice, creditor and enemy, a man seeking death."

"Kneel before my platform, the eight trigrams will shine, and you will step out of the ditch and be reborn in another world."

Qi Wuhuo just followed the old man's chanting. When he played the piano, there were traces of golden light on the strings. He saw that the negative energy on the bodies of those who were killed had dissipated. He saw that the men and women with their hideous death faces all returned to their original appearance in the golden light.

The clothes became clean and tidy, and the bloodstains and bruises disappeared.

There was a faint golden glow emanating from his body.

Finally, they seemed to know that they had to leave. Looking at the faint golden light on their bodies, they looked towards the young man playing the piano with gratitude. When Qi Wuhuo wanted to stand up to return the greeting, he staggered and had difficulty getting up.

The old man stroked his beard and said calmly, "Don't be so stubborn."

"This incantation was created with your great wish to save others, and at the cost of your primordial spirit."

"Although I helped you, you also consumed a lot of energy."

Qi Wuhuo nodded, pressed his fingers on the strings, and watched the souls disappear with a gentle smile. He then retracted his gaze and asked, "Old man, what is the name of this formula?"

The old man stroked his beard and said casually:

"I just thought of it, there is no name."

Qi Wuhuo asked doubtfully: "What are you thinking about now?"

The old man laughed without changing his expression and said, "Yes, yes, I have lived too long, and I just finally remembered it."

"When you get older, you tend to forget things."

Qi Wuhuo said: "Since it is recalled, it should have a name."

"It does have a name, I just remembered it."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled:

"Yes, I just remembered it."

"The full name should be 'The Great Taoist Master Speaks of the Mantra for Rescuing Suffering and Removing Difficulties and Achieving Rebirth'."

Qi Wuhuo said to himself: "Zhang...?"

The old man smiled and said, "There are some differences in most of the Taoist scriptures. According to whether they are difficult or not, they can be roughly divided into [Miao Fa], [Xuan Zhang], [Jade Jue], [Dao Dian], and [Zhen Jing], which are more difficult in descending order. However, although [Zhen Jing] is the highest in status, it is the most circulated. No matter what level the written ones are, most of them will be named [Zhen Jing]."

"I don't think they are arrogant."

"Those who wrote the scriptures probably also hoped that those who came after them would be able to make great strides forward with courage and diligence."

"You should really deduce its fundamental method to the level of the True Scripture."

The old man seemed to approve of this behavior.

When Qi Wuhuo muttered these words to himself, he thought of the "Xuan Zhang of Lingbao Jiuyou Long Night to Raise Corpses and Save the Dead" practiced by Tan Tai Xuan, who cultivated the innate Qi, mastered the supernatural power of controlling the wind, and claimed that he could open a school of magic. It also belonged to the Xuan Zhang. He couldn't help but be curious about what he was learning. He hesitated and wanted to ask, but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth again.

The old man smiled and said, "Wuhuo, do you have anything you want to ask?"

Qi Wuhuo pursed his lips.

After all, he still had some youthful spirit, so he lowered his voice and asked quickly and quietly: "So what did you teach me?"

The old man laughed out loud.

Finally, I can see traces of his age in this young man who appears peaceful even when killing evil cultivators and saving the souls of the dead.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the boy in blue shirt and said, "You, you, haha."

"However, after all, I am still young. The things in the dream are just to train my mind. They seem real and fake, but they can't be taken seriously."

"What are you repairing?"

"If you really want to say it."

"I am only guiding you. What I am passing on to you is not the complete Taoist canon."

"so……"

The old man paused, stroked his beard, and said with a gentle and carefree look, "Listen carefully, I will teach you."

“It doesn’t fall into these five categories.”

"It is not a part of the [Wonderful Method], it is not in the category of [Mysterious Chapter], and it is not called a volume of [Jade Secret]."

“It is not to be kept in the [Daoist scriptures], nor is it to record the words of the [True Scriptures].

"Just by oral instruction, you know it, I know it, and only you can learn it."

"These are the only things that cannot be spread to others."

Qi Wuhuo's understanding of spiritual practice was not enough, and he did not understand what the old man's joking words meant.

The old man took the scroll with the last wishes of these people from his hand. He saw the regrets and words they wished to say to their families, every word was sincere and came from the heart. The old man closed the scroll and sighed, saying, "I have no doubts about why the Taoist sect needs to test the mind several times to pass on the teachings. Only those with pure and firm hearts can be taught the great Dao?"

The old man looked at these words and said, "Those who practice cultivation seek immortality often travel around the world in the first half of their lives, living a carefree and unrestrained life."

"I disdain all methods of prolonging life."

"However, as time went on, the lifespan limit gradually came to an end, and there was no way to break through."

"The longer the time, the more frightened they become. If their character is not strong enough, they will not be able to bear such fear and gradually change into a [worm] who uses many means to prolong their life. A worm is a poisonous insect... In order to prolong their life, they can use any means."

"Although each school is extremely cautious when passing on their teachings, people's minds are fickle and it is difficult to predict accurately."

Qi Wuhuo murmured: "Termite..."

From the old man's words, he seemed to see young Taoists as young and high-spirited as himself at this moment, moving forward step by step, and finally being unable to withstand the pressure from the limit of their lifespan, gradually twisting, gradually betraying their original intentions, and turning into twisted termites caught in the cracks between heaven and earth, twisted with the desire to extend their lifespan.

The old man looked at him and said, "Don't you know why?"

"Because, after you refine your essence and retrieve your life treasure, you will see for yourself how long your life will be."

Qi Wuhuo's expression changed slightly, and he understood the oppressive nature of this sentence.

"After that, I knew exactly how much vitality and lifespan I was consuming every day I lived."

"Every day I clearly feel that my life span is shortening and that the day of death is approaching."

The old man pointed at Qi Wuhuo's forehead, causing him to feel a burst of stagnation and tingling in the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows, and said:

"It's like seeing a sword destined to take your life coming towards you every day."

"You cannot avoid it, you cannot escape it. You are destined to lose your vitality and die on that day and at that time. It is getting closer day by day, month by month."

“Not a single step faster, but not a single step slower.”

“This is the great terror.”

The old man rubbed the boy's head with his palm and said with a smile: "But you have to remember."

“Those who seek immortality but are not afraid of death and sing while beating drums are Taoists.”

"Since you call yourself a poor Taoist, you must know what a Taoist is."

“People follow the great way, their body and mind are in harmony with reason, they only follow the way, and they act according to the way. This is what makes them Taoists.”

"Today I will teach you four words, you must remember them carefully."

The old man paused and said:

“Seek, but do not be greedy.”

"You seem to have a friend coming, so I won't show up..."

The old man rubbed Qi Wuhuo's black hair, and when he raised his hand, it disappeared naturally.

Qi Wuhuo's soul was extremely tired at this moment, but he sensed a familiar breath outside. However, he didn't know which land this breath came from, nor could he call out its name. He wanted to get up and open the door, but his body was weaker than his soul, and he couldn't even move. He had to play the piano with his hands, and his soul evoked the sound of the piano to open the door.

…

Grandpa Tao looked at the low wooden door, his forehead covered with sweat.

He just heard the sound of the zither and saw that the souls that had been refined by the Lingbao Dongxuan lineage were actually directly liberated.

A piece of piano music can convert the dead souls? ! !

The old land master had recognized those ghost messengers from the underworld, but he had never heard of such methods!

Want to quit.

Dare not retreat!

When I was struggling, I suddenly heard the distant sound of a piano. The sound was like the sound of pine trees, deep and distant, and as cool as that of a fairy. The wooden door opened naturally.

The young man sat under the plum tree and played the zither. His blue shirt remained the same, his black hair hung down, and his voice was clear and warm:

“It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar.”

"Friend, please come in..."