After running around in the wilderness shrouded in darkness for about an hour, the sound of rooster crows drove Zhang Kedao not to slack off. He flew for at least sixty or seventy miles in a row, checked the towns along the official road, and even sneaked into the town for two days. I have read it in the study of a wealthy family who does not have Taoist talismans and door gods to guard their homes.
After many investigations, Zhang Kedao had to admit that he had entered the wrong set and entered a strange time and space.
It’s really dumbfounding. How many famous gates of hell are there left in the underworld?
No, it should be the forked roads leading out of the Hell Gate, commonly known as the "Yangguan Road". He went astray. No, it was the golden rooster that followed the induction and returned to the time and space where the caster was.
If I hadn't experienced an escape from the underworld, no one would believe me. There are countless Yangguan roads leading to the Yang world.
Zhang Kedao, who has always had a calm personality, was almost so depressed that he cursed God for making fun of honest people.
There is a god three feet above his head. He doesn't know whether his fate is good or bad.
The joy of escaping was gone. If the Pure Heart Art hadn't affected his soul state, he would have lost half of his sanity and turned into a howling evil soul.
Calm down, must calm down!
Zhang Kedao recited Taoist scriptures silently for a long time, calming down his despair and regaining his composure.
Even if the situation is rare in a century, he can encounter it again and again like shit. Blaming others can't solve any problem, so the only way is to use the corpse to return the sun. This is a helpless move. You must find the right one before dawn. The "host body".
He had just escaped from the ghost realm of the underworld. If he had not been guided, or if no one had saved him, he would not have been able to enter the underworld again.
The underworld is not owned by his family. Except at certain times, it cannot be entered and exited at will.
Zhang Kedao did not dare to waste time. Even if it was extremely difficult to restore the corpse and he was extremely short of time, and he had not had to shop around to choose, he had to face it with a firm heart.
In order to survive!
On the way here, he had actually noticed which family had set up a mourning hall to perform white rituals, but he didn't expect to actually use it.
The nearest town was a mountain village more than three miles away. There was a white lantern and white cloth shed that was dazzling even in the middle of the night. Zhang Kedao sighed and turned around to go to the dark place, hoping it was a young, strong and handsome man.
But don't be an old woman, otherwise you will die again within a few years, and you will have to change your gender. No one can bear it.
He didn't want to frighten his filial sons and grandsons by pretending to die later, and scare the whole family into bursting into flames.
I hope his luck is better than that of Tieguai Li, and he will be born with infinite blessings!
After traveling for a long time, Zhang Kedao had already discovered that the strength of his soul was not as strong as when he was in the underworld. He figured out that it was due to excessive consumption when controlling the golden rooster to break through the ghost gate. He was exhausted at the moment and just wanted to find a "place to stay" as soon as possible. Have a good rest.
Soon arriving at the village on the edge of the official road, Zhang Kedao went straight to the spiritual shed that was instinctively attracted to him.
But in the open shed, there were two people dressed as Taoist priests walking together.
An old man is holding the clock and muttering some scriptures. Another young man, who should be a disciple, is holding a ruler in his hand and shouts in agreement. There are three other men in linen and mourning kneeling in front of the brazier, burning a few pieces from time to time. Yellow money paper or paper ingots folded into the shape of ingots.
Trouble, this is going to be an overdue practice all night long.
Zhang Kedao felt the intimidation of the invisible sound waves when the old Taoist priest shook the Dharma bell. He looked at the black-framed portrait above the mourning hall. It was a thin old man sketched with a brush. He smiled stiffly. His painting skills were better than those of a professional art student like him. Not even close, he hesitated.
Are you just waiting here for a rest while the Taoist priests are doing their exercises to restore Yang?
Or should I take advantage of some time and look elsewhere?
It's definitely not possible to break in like this. There are several places inside that are threatening to him.
In addition, the old Taoist priest seems to have some Taoist practices, and he will not get any favors if he breaks in. Instead, he will be beaten with something.
Suddenly, the old Taoist priest, whose eyes were half-closed and seemed to be murmuring in sleep, opened his eyes, reflecting the candlelight like lightning, and glanced into the darkness outside the shed. He pinched a strange magic formula with three fingers of his left hand, and raised a three-pronged copper bell with his right hand to face the outside. In a flash, Chun Lei shouted loudly:
“$%(￣俣)@⊙#”
Two of the filial sons who were kneeling in front of the fire plate couldn't bear it anymore and secretly dozed off. One of the young ones was suddenly frightened and almost fell into the pot. The middle-aged man next to him grabbed him and scolded him in a low voice.
Zhang Kedao hurriedly flew to a high place. He was an invisible and transparent thing in the eyes of living people, but people with Taoism can sense his existence, as well as children with extremely weak fire energy, or dogs and cats with special spirituality. You can see souls and ghosts.
The old Taoist priest was very difficult to mess with. That sudden and invisible attack hit a peeping fuzzy wandering ghost, and most of the wandering ghost that was left acting instinctively was scattered, leaving only a small ball as big as a fist that escaped in embarrassment.
Zhang Kedao noticed that the old Taoist priest's eyes must have discovered his existence. He was trying to frighten ghosts.
Forget it, let's go quickly, it's all because the wandering soul thought he was here to steal money from the underworld and leaned too far forward, ruining his good deeds.
It's not uncommon for him to be someone else's cheap grandfather. All his capital is gone and he has thousands of children and grandchildren.
If you don’t leave a master here, you will have a place to stay... Hey, why should a Taoist priest be a Taoist priest?
Zhang Kedao made a few slanders and rushed to the next town to try his luck.
There is another family in the village near the next town that is doing some extravagant business. It looks deserted and they don't even light a few white candles. It's far less grand than this one, so it's a better chance for him.
Time is really running out. He estimates that it will be almost the fifth watch.
Flying high up with a wide view, Zhang Kedao continued on his way, silently reciting Taoist scriptures to relieve his increasingly irritable mood.
He is too difficult.
There were still about three or four miles away from the next town. A dense and dark building could be seen in the direction of the town. Zhang Kedao suddenly froze. He felt an instinctive pull through his soul body.
...There are fresh dead people nearby who have just lost their breath.
Souls that can return Yang are very sensitive to this invisible aura of the dead.
Zhang Kedao took a moment to determine the direction, then turned to fly above the small fork on the right side of the official road. He crossed a low mountain and flew up for a short time. Zhang Kedao suddenly discovered a small Taoist temple building on the top of the mountain.
How can we be sure it is a Taoist temple?
It was too similar to the Taoist temple style he had seen in his previous life. He also discovered the Tai Chi and Bagua patterns carved on the stone railings.
Avoid going around the front of the Taoist temple to avoid being cast into gray by the bronze mirrors that may be hanging there.
After crossing the low wall at the back, he came to a thatched hut with a wooden door ajar. Zhang Kedao got in and saw a very young man lying on a simple wooden bed. He was breathless and his body was curled up and his expression was twisted.
I don’t know if it was a sudden illness or something else, but he died at a young age.
impermanence of life.
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