"But I can't see ghosts, and I haven't talked to rabbits, chickens or ducks. Well, I've never been to a temple, so I don't know what the statues look like."
Bai Ming still doesn't understand what a soul boy is.
"Oh! You are so stupid, so stupid! If I say you are, then you must be!"
Huang Que'er suddenly became anxious, akimbo and stamping her feet in annoyance.
"oh."
Bai Ming once heard his brother say that when a woman is angry, she should never be unreasonable, just answer "yes, yes, yes".
"The soul of a soul boy is contaminated with the ashes of the mountain spirit. It is true that the soul may leave the body on its own and run out for a night walk, but it is usually like a dream and has no impression. Next time, remember to lie down and run around at night. It is easy to get into trouble!"
Huang Queer looked serious and warned.
“Especially don’t go into the mountains or temples, it’s very dangerous!
There are many ghosts in the deep woods, and there must be demons in the high mountains. Do you understand, you idiot?
Especially in the past two days, a big demon has come to Longkan Mountain, so be careful!
If not for the blessing of Lady Liu God, we might all suffer! "
Bai Ming hummed and asked again:
"what is your name?"
Huang Queer walked in front, humming:
"Those pesky ghosts call me 'yellow-feathered bird', which is so unpleasant! I let the birds in the forest call me 'bird fairy'! I want to practice Taoism and become an immortal!"
"Sparrow Fairy."
Bai Ming shouted quickly.
"Oh, you're not very stupid! Well, well, it's not in vain that I took the risk to save you!"
The oriole is jumping and lively.
"It's a pity that you all have names, and I really want to have a name... Hey, idiot, do you know how to choose a name?"
Bai Ming shook his head:
"I don't read as much as my brother, so I'm afraid I won't be able to pick it right. I can ask my brother to give you a satisfactory name for you, Que Xian!"
Huang Queer was overjoyed, clapped her hands and said:
"Okay, okay, then next time you go into the mountains, you must bring my name with you."
Bai Ming nodded vigorously:
"Yeah, Que Xian. My name is Bai Ming, Bai in the daytime, Ming in the morning.
My brother's name is Bai Qi, the Qi of Enlightenment. "
Huang Queer repeated it three or four times and finally remembered:
"Qi and Ming... seem to be a star? Empress Liu Shen once said it, eh, why can't I remember it! Okay, from now on I will call you A Ming!"
Bai Ming had a lot of doubts in his heart, so he treated Huang Queer as a teacher in the school and asked for advice seriously:
"Quixian, have I turned into a ghost and sleepwalked? Why did he not seem to hear me when I called brother just now?"
Huang Que'er had a rare opportunity to be a teacher, so she immediately became energetic:
"Empress Liu Shen once said that all those who are conceived by essence and blood have three souls and seven souls, which are like a ball of spirit, invisible and intangible.
Only through acquired practice can the soul be strong, the spirit condensed, and free from the shackles of the physical body.
But there are also other situations. For example, when children are frightened, they are prone to 'lost their souls' and feel confused every day. They must have someone 'call their souls' before they can recover.
In the storybooks you wrote, isn't there often a scholar who meets a beautiful woman and suddenly falls in love with her unrequitedly, instead of thinking about food and tea? This is called "sadness".
The soul is very fragile. Without cultivation, it cannot withstand the slightest bit of damage. "
Bai Ming thought of the page of alchemy that his brother had picked up, and he continued to ask:
"How should the soul be cultivated?"
Huang Queer paused for a moment, unable to catch up, and spoke slowly:
"We mountain spirits and wild monsters all became enlightened by chance after listening to the sermons of Lady Liu Shen. There was no special method. We just found rare herbs every day and made them into food. We also received offerings from others and gathered incense.
Empress Liu Shen said that all the spiritual intelligence outside has been taken away, leaving only miscellaneous energy, making cultivation difficult... I used to know a very nice aunt, but she just sneaked into the city. I don't know how she is doing now..."
Bai Ming kept these useful "knowledge points" in mind and asked again:
"Then Que Xian, why don't you go into the city?"
Huang Que'er pursed her lips and said dullly:
"It can't be that easy. Although it is said that those who are contaminated with turbidity are 'monsters' and others are mountain spirits and ghosts, you people are unreasonable and will show no mercy for our fur, flesh and blood.
Unless it was a spiritual bird or pet raised by Shang San Ji, how could it be possible for him to swagger into the city and be beaten to death as soon as he came out of the mountain? "
Bai Ming buried his head. It turned out that not only was it difficult to cultivate physically, but also the mountain spirits and wild monsters were full of dangers.
"Fortunately, the Five Hundred Miles Mountain Road is protected by Lady Liu Goddess. You didn't know that there is a fierce god named Ning living nearby. He sneaks into the woods every now and then."
When Huang Queer mentioned that name, she was frightened:
"He is tall and always likes to wear green clothes. His eyes are smiling. If you see him, you must stay away.
Almost all monsters that had eaten blood and were possessed by turbid air were poisoned.
The new big demon staying in Shanyin doesn’t seem to be weak, so it’s best for them to have a fight..."
Bai Ming became even more silent. This person sounded like his brother's instructor.
"A Ming, if you want to practice, you can only go to the city and enter a Taoist temple. Otherwise, you won't be able to meditate and exercise. It's okay for mountain spirits to eat miscellaneous energy, but if the human body is polluted, it will hinder future breakthroughs."
Huang Queer reminded:
"Empress Liu Shen said that there are countless inspirations in all directions in the world, but now they have all been taken away by the Dragon Court.
The poor casual cultivator can only fight for the scraps that leak out from his fingers. "
"I know, thank you Fairy Bird."
When Bai Ming reached the foot of the mountain, he saw the bald old man again, smoking a dry cigarette:
"The heat from the incense ash is about to dissipate. Go back quickly. Your small body will be dispersed by the wind. By then, even a lonely ghost will be unable to do it."
Bai Ming bowed his hands in a decent manner:
"Thank you also, Mr. Zhuang."
The bald old man turned sideways, as if he did not want to receive this gift:
"When you wake up, ask your brother if he has the idea of becoming a mountain driver.
These days you are collecting herbs, sweeping roads, etc. It seems that you know the rules very well. I look at him like a good piece of material."
Seeing the bald old man praising his brother, Bai Ming puffed up his chest:
"Okay! I will definitely bring this to you!"
Huang Queer pushed him and urged:
"Let's go, don't forget what you promised!"
Bai Ming floated towards Caishen Village. He had a good sense of direction and had no problem finding his way.
It's just that the warm feeling of leaning next to the stove is gradually getting weaker, probably because the residual heat of the incense ashes has dissipated.
According to Que Xian's words, he was careful to avoid the big dogs who were guarding the house. Wandering souls could not be seen with the human eye, but some "spiritual" animals could see vague shadows.
The high gates of the county would also breed spiritual heterogeneous mastiff dogs to prevent the outside cultivators from driving imps to secretly carry rice, grain and property.
"Brother's yang energy is so strong..."
Bai Ming shrank and saw that Bai Qi was not sleeping yet, but had moved a small horse and sat at the door. The tall figure was covered with red light, and it was about to condense into a furnace.
He was leaning against the wall, drifting little by little, as if swimming in a black river, paddling with his hands, and finally passed through the wooden door and plunged back onto the kang.
"Huhu..."
Bai Ming sat up suddenly, as if he woke up suddenly, lowered his head and glanced at his two small hands.
"Coming back, it's like a dream. I can't tell the difference, I can't tell the difference at all..."
He took out the red paper bag he was wearing. The incense ash in it was already cold.
