Chapter 212 Little Zombie's Black Moonlight Taoist Priest 10
Yue Minglei walked with heavy steps towards the ruins behind the battlefield. Wherever he looked, there was a mess of broken arms and limbs. He took a deep breath, as if to suppress this heavy breath into his heart.
"Rest in peace, all of you!" Yue Minglei murmured softly, his voice hoarse and firm. "I will find out the truth and avenge you."
With that, he picked up the axe on the ground, used it as a shovel, and began to dig. His movements were swift and powerful, and every shovel of soil seemed to speak of his anger and determination.
However, the pits he dug were uneven and bumpy. This made Shen Xinran, who was still supervising the work, frown. "Wait a minute, how can passersby pass by like this?"
Yue Minglei stopped what he was doing and asked in confusion, "When this place becomes a cemetery, no one will walk here, right?"
Shen Xinran replied unhappily: "Then you should also consider their living environment. Your pit is so messy, how will they live in the future?"
Yue Minglei was stunned. "Do we still need to consider this?"
Shen Xinran nodded seriously, "Of course."
After she finished speaking, she walked over to Yue Minglei and began to instruct him: "First, dig a row like this, and then go down."
After seeing Yue Minglei digging the hole according to her instructions, Shen Xinran instantly felt much more comfortable. She did this for the sake of the ghost's living environment, not because she had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Thanks to Yue Minglei's efforts, this land once covered in blood has gradually turned into a solemn and dignified cemetery.
Yue Minglei carefully picked up the dead soldiers one by one and placed them in the dug pit.
Shen Xinran stood aside, watching all this silently.
Suddenly, she found Yue Minglei stopped in front of a corpse and did not move for a long time.
Shen Xinran frowned and urged, "Hurry up and don't be lazy. We have to leave before dawn."
But Yue Minglei still stood there, as if fixed by some force.
Shen Xinran could only walk over and follow Yue Minglei's gaze, only to see a wooden sword stained red with blood.
Yue Minglei's voice rang out in the air, trembling slightly: "This is Xiao Chengzi's father."
Shen Xinran's mind flashed with the image of the little boy who hugged Yue Minglei's thigh, refused to let him go, and said that he wanted to be a soldier when he grew up.
She was stunned for a moment, a complex emotion welling up in her heart, "I'm really scared of you."
After Shen Xinran finished speaking, he took out three incense sticks from behind him and lit them gently. The smoke curled up like a bridge connecting the yin and yang worlds.
Then she threw a stack of talisman papers into the air, and the talismans flew in the air.
Her voice echoed in the night air, firm and solemn:
"The yin and yang of heaven and earth, all living things, I follow the order of the founder of Maoshan and invite the Three Mao Zhenjun to descend. With the talisman as a token and the incense as a guide, I summon the souls here and ask them to appear immediately."
Under Shen Xinran's spell, faint lights rose from the ground, and the vague figures gradually became clearer. The ghosts rising from the ground gradually condensed into shape.
They were wearing tattered armor, every piece of iron was engraved with traces of battle, and the mottled rust and dried blood were intertwined, telling the glory and tragedy of their lives.
Beneath their armor, their bodies were covered in wounds, some so deep that the bones were visible, while others only left shocking scars.
Yue Minglei witnessed all this from the side, his eyes widened, and he could hardly believe his eyes.
His eyes began to turn red and his vision became blurred, but it was not fear or sadness, but a deep nostalgia and excitement.
He saw them, the brothers who had fought side by side with him, the heroic souls who had fallen on the battlefield.
Their faces, their laughter, everything seems like it happened just yesterday.
Yue Minglei let out a low whimper from his throat, and his hands unconsciously reached out towards the blurry figures, wanting to touch them, wanting to confirm that this was not an illusion.
Shen Xinran's voice sounded again, cold and powerful: "Who is Xiao Chengzi's father? Come out quickly."
A square-faced man walked out from the group of ghosts and answered in a low voice: "My...my son is called Xiaochengzi."
Shen Xinran nodded, then took out a stack of talisman paper from his arms, threw it to Cheng Tiexin, and said in a deep voice: "I'll give you one stick of incense to go back and say goodbye to your son."
Cheng Tiexin felt his body begin to become lighter. He slowly floated upwards, with an indescribable excitement in his heart.
I don’t know how tall Xiaochengzi is now. He finally has the chance to see his son again, even if it’s the last time.
Seeing this, the other ghosts said in unison:
"I also have a son, and I also want to go back and say goodbye..."
"I have a couple of eighty-year-old mothers at home..."
"My poor wife is pregnant..."
Surrounded by these noises, Shen Xinran felt a headache. She frowned, waved the exorcist's stick, and shouted, "Shut up, everyone! If anyone says anything else, I'll hit you!"
The ghosts were frightened by the true energy emanating from the exorcism stick and shrank their bodies. Their lips trembled slightly, and they wanted to speak but dared not.
Yue Minglei felt his heart tighten. He walked up to Shen Xinran and asked, "Can we ask them to go back as well?"
Shen Xinran pressed her lips into a straight line and said unhappily, "Do you really think talisman paper is free?"
Yue Minglei had a flattering smile on his face. "Tomorrow morning, I'll go and perform the stone-breaking chest trick, and all the money I earn will be given to you."
Shen Xinran rolled his eyes, "Let me tell you, my talisman paper is very valuable. You have to perform for at least three days."
Yue Minglei nodded without hesitation, "Okay, no problem."
Chen Xinran grabbed another stack of talismans and threw them into the air. "After one stick of incense, if anyone dares not come back, I'll beat him to death."
Following Shen Xinran's command, the ghosts began to float upwards one by one, their hearts filled with excitement. This was their last moment to say goodbye to their loved ones.
The time of an incense stick passed in a flash, and the ghosts came back one by one, with reluctance written on their faces, but they were already very content.
They stood there, arranged in neat squares, just like the army in life, with strict discipline and firm eyes.
Although they didn't say a word, their eyes were always on Shen Xinran, which made Shen Xinran feel inexplicably sad.
"I really owed you guys in my previous life." After Shen Xinran sighed lightly, he sat down on the ground, crossed his legs, put his hands together, and began to chant the mantra for salvation.
Her voice was low and powerful, and every word was full of power, piercing the night air and echoing in the hearts of the ghosts.
As the spell progressed, a warm and peaceful atmosphere filled the air.
The wounds on the ghosts began to heal, and their faces became calm and peaceful, as if all the pain and regrets had disappeared with the wind.
Amidst the smoke, an ancient gate slowly appeared.
Yue Minglei was stunned for a moment, "This is——"
Shen Xinran said casually: "This is the ghost gate."
Yue Minglei looked at Shen Xinran with a hint of shock in his eyes, "You can actually open the ghost gate."
Shen Xinran shrugged, "I told you I'm the most talented exorcist in the Mao family, but you still don't believe it."
Yue Minglei swallowed and nodded, "I believe it now."
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