The picture is a landscape ink painting with misty clouds. The Taoist in the painting looks like an immortal, and is followed by hundreds of beasts, who are very happy.
But when Sangque took a quick look, he seemed to see that the mountains were full of skeletons and wild ghosts. The Taoist priest was also hidden in the fierce black fog, his face was unknown and extremely strange.
The stench of corpses in the house was even stronger, coming not only from Yan Daozi, but also from the rooms on both sides of the hall.
Sang Que slightly sideways looked towards the house on the left. The two wooden doors there were closed and locked. There were strange yellow paper talismans pasted on both sides of the wooden doors. No one knew what was inside.
Just now when she was outside, she discovered that the windows of this house were nailed shut with wooden bars.
But inexplicably, Sangque developed a longing for that room and a desire to go there.
Yan Daozi picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea. He placed it in front of the seat next to him very naturally, but there was no one there! "Can you read?" Yan Daozi asked.
The He couple were kneeling in the yard, holding their unconscious child, sweating profusely. When they heard the noise, they immediately straightened their backs and looked over expectantly.
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"You should know the laws of this dynasty. Regardless of gender, anyone must get married between the ages of fourteen and sixteen. Those who are older must pay a head tax. If you are still not married after the age of eighteen, the government will force you to marry."
Sang Que nodded, turned and left the main house.
"The He family's child was born with a weak fate. I don't know where he ran into an evil spirit and lost his soul. Fortunately, it has only been three days and his soul is still there. He can still be brought back. The house on the left side of the courtyard is Mingzhang's residence. There is a pottery jar and a lantern in the house. Go get them first."
The palm of his right hand felt slightly hot. Sang Que hugged his arms tightly and looked around in confusion and fear. He suppressed the cold energy in his body with his mind and let his fear and terror show itself instinctively.
Although Yin Tong is special, his strength is roughly in the middle of the second level. If the Yin Tong who killed Ming Zhang the night before is in this girl's body, he will not escape his eyes.
He Baosheng clenched his fists, gritted his teeth in grief and anger, and bravely shouted towards the main room.
"Along the way, you will see all kinds of wandering souls. As long as you keep your mind calm, the soul lamp will not go out. As long as the soul lamp does not go out, it can keep you safe. Remember?"
The house was eerie and damp, with a mixture of musty and foot-stinking smells. There was an earthen kang in the small room, with messy bedding on it.
Yan Daozi took out a stack of long yellow talisman papers from his lapel, dipped them in saliva, and flipped through them one by one like counting coins, then took out one and put it on the table.
"This is a guide talisman. After nightfall, you go home with the He couple, take a strand of He's daughter's hair and the blood from the tip of your left middle finger, and smear the blood on the guide talisman. The talisman fire will lead you to find He's daughter's lost soul."
Sang Que didn't say anything. Yan Daozi raised the knife and turned it to examine it. "This dagger was left by the villain who killed my apprentice. It is made of special materials and is the only one I have ever seen. Is it brighter than a bronze mirror?"
Looking around the house, Sang Que thought that she might have to live in this room from now on. She wondered if Ming Zhang had any other notes to read, or if he had hidden any treasures.
Sang Que was fully focused, listening carefully to what Yan Daozi said first, and then considering whether he had set a trap for him.
Many people have tried to control the Yin Tong, but all of them failed and became Yin Tong's blood food. This girl may not be able to subdue the Yin Tong. Maybe she was lucky and escaped from the Yin Tong.
"You have good concentration." Yan Daozi praised casually, "It's almost night, I won't say any more nonsense, summoning spirits is very simple, even ordinary people can do it if they strictly follow the rules of summoning spirits."
Yan Daozi continued to explain, "The jar contains corpse mud. Apply it on your forehead to temporarily cover up your living breath. After nightfall and before midnight, most of those wandering outside are wandering souls, not even evil spirits. As long as you don't expose yourself and don't take the initiative to provoke them, basically nothing will happen."
When Sang Que saw the dagger, her pupils trembled slightly. That was the fruit knife she dropped last time. Yan Daozi wanted to test her.
Yan Daozi twirled his goatee and said slowly, "A person has three souls: the heavenly soul, the earthly soul, and the human soul. After a person dies, the heavenly soul returns to heaven, the earthly soul returns to earth, and the human soul enters reincarnation. When a person forgets his past and reincarnates, the heavenly soul and the earthly soul return to their positions and are reborn."
"This time, the main test is your courage, and it also lets you know in advance what the 'passing through the Yin' method is that is required to open the Ghost Gate and go down to the Nine Netherworld."
He has been practicing for more than ten years and has been controlling evil spirits for more than a year. How could this girl, at her age, surpass him? As long as Yin Tong is not subdued by her, there is nothing to worry about.
Sang Que saw pen, ink, yellow paper, and a clay pot as big as a head on the table against the wall at the door.
Sang Que's stuttering made Yan Daozi frown. He looked Sang Que up and down, with a sharp look in his eyes.
This Yao Yu Niang's alias is fifteen years old, one year younger than her.
But... why is there no unusual smell?
Sang Que thought for a moment and nodded sullenly.
Sang Que pretended to think about it, then nodded sullenly.
The setting sun is like fire, and the heat is scorching.
When the seal of the pottery jar was opened, a strong stench of corpse hit me in the face. The inside was full of sticky black mud mixed with two severed fingers.
Sangque pretended not to hear anything and just looked at the cup of tea and the empty seat next to Yan Daozi.
Yan Daozi took in Sang Que's undisguised curiosity, and took out a short bone and a dagger from his arms.
Sang Que really didn't know this, but he could understand it if he thought about it carefully. In this world where evil is rampant, a large number of people die every day. If civilians are not allowed to live as much as possible, the country will perish sooner or later.
Sang Que withdrew his hand and did not touch the things below for the time being. He took the pottery jar and lantern and quickly returned to Yan Daozi.
Yan Daozi leaned back and said, "Then go ahead. If you succeed in summoning the spirits tonight, you can stay at the He family and come back tomorrow morning. After midnight and before dawn, the evil spirits outside will be hard to deal with."
But what surprised her was that in such a world, women were allowed to set up households and become officials. The prime minister mentioned by Yan Daozi ordered the abolition of the previous national temple and asked for an imperial decree to allow women to become officials. Isn't his power too great? Judging from his tone, this prime minister should be a man. How could he be so avant-garde?
Sang Que was still very confused. Could it be that these people really couldn't see with their naked eyes that others had opened the ghost gate or even controlled evil spirits?
He has reached the two-level ninety-fifth step of the Nine Netherworld, and the evil spirit he controls is also at this level. He only has four steps left to enter the third level of the Nine Netherworld. With further advancement in his cultivation, he can get a position as a third-level official in the Evil Suppression Bureau.
"Master Yan, we don't need you to do it yourself. Can you lend me a soul lamp and a guiding talisman? I...I can summon my son's soul myself!"
Did Yan Daozi simply want to scare her? Or was she not at a high enough level in the Netherworld to see Yan Daozi's evil spirit? Sang Que felt that the latter possibility was more likely.
How can stainless steel not shine? Yan Daozi frowned, put down the fruit knife and the bone, and stared at Sang Que, "How old are you? Can you read?"
When they saw it was her, a hint of disappointment flashed across the couple's eyes. Qin Fangru lowered her head and touched the face of her young son in her arms, her shoulders shaking and she shed silent tears.
Yan Daozi continued, "In our dynasty, only the royal family, princes, Taoists, Buddhist disciples, and people from the Evil Suppression Division are not subject to this law. Even if you sell yourself as a slave, you must be arranged to marry by your master when you turn 18. If you don't want to marry someone casually and don't want to be an ignorant woman who can only give birth to children, then taking me as your master is your best choice."
"Conducting the soul of the He family kid is my first test for you. If you can pass it, I will teach you the method of opening the ghost gate and the nine underworlds. After that, you will be able to use your eyes to see evil spirits that ordinary people cannot see. You will be able to avoid or even understand the laws of evil spirits in advance and live longer."
Or was she the outsider who was with Ming Zhang the night before, but did not subdue the Yin Tong? Yan Daozi frowned, thinking carefully, the Yin Tong was special, even the most elite Night Ranger of the Evil Suppression Department would find it difficult to deal with it.
Could it really not be this girl?
Yan Daozi sipped tea from the teacup, his sinister eyes always fixed on Sangque.
Sangque's hair stood on end, and he felt an equally cold breath in his body about to emerge under external stimulation.
Sang Que frowned and closed the seal, looking at a shabby and yellowed white lantern hanging on the wall. It was a rectangular shape with blood-colored runes on all four sides. There was a half-burnt red candle inside, and it emitted a faint smell of blood.
Sang Que nodded sullenly and looked directly at the fruit knife without any hesitation.
Apart from that, there was an empty display cabinet, a table and a stool.
Yan Daozi paused here, picked up the teacup on the table, and raised it to the person next to him.
Thinking of this, Yan Daozi's brows relaxed, he drank the tea in the bowl in one gulp, and summoned back his evil spirit.
Sang Que frowned slightly, looked outside, quickly searched a few places, and finally reached under the stool, his eyes lit up.
"After that, take your own fingertip blood and drop it on the red candle in the soul lamp. The red candle will light up by itself. Then burn the hair of He's son in the lamp. Call his name along the way to attract the soul. Return to the He family before midnight. The soul will return to its place and the soul summoning will be successful."
"The Prime Minister of our dynasty is open-minded. He has asked His Majesty for a decree. As long as I introduce you to the Daoist sect and you are formally ordained, even if you are a woman, you can go to the Evil Suppression Division to take up a post. At that time, you will be free to marry, you can establish a female household, and you can even make achievements and be promoted to a higher position. Do you understand the benefits of this?"
Sang Que walked to the unlocked door of the house on the left, paused, and without hearing Yan Daozi's voice, he sighed silently and pushed open the door.
Suddenly, a cold breath blew in from the empty seat, instantly enveloping Sangque.
Sang Que nodded again, walked over with his neck shrunk, took the guiding talisman on Yan Daozi's desk, and went out holding the jar and the lantern.
Yan Daozi looked at her and couldn't help but shake his head, "I don't know if she's good at disguising herself, or if she really can't make anyone fart even with three sticks. How boring!"
Whether he is the person he is looking for, maybe tonight, we will find out! The book draws on the folklore of "summoning the spirit", but the specific methods and steps are different, and there are private settings. Please read the story and ignore the folklore.
Let me reiterate, there are no ghosts in this world. If you are sick, please go to the hospital and believe in science!
(End of this chapter)