"When Jiang Ziya saw Ma being trampled to death by Ji Fa's horse, he didn't say anything. A husband and wife relationship is so cold." Shen Gongbao picked up Jiang Ziya's bloody head with a look of disdain.
Chu Feng was silent when he heard that Ma was dead. During these days, Ma woke up early and stayed late, cleaning the courtyard, cooking, feeding the army horses, and taking care of Nezha's giant baby. It can be said that he was many times better than before. Such a person , because of one of his mistakes, he was trampled to death by a horse. It was a pity and a pity. However, fortunately she is not a nameless person and can be granted a title in the future.
"Brother Taoist, Jiang Ziya is a person who is destined to be robbed. He will not die so easily. I brought his head back because I hope you will cast a spell to seal his head so that he will not be revived by the secret method of the Twelve Golden Immortals." This time Shen Gongbao has obviously grown up his brain, unlike before, he cheated himself and others.
Chu Feng nodded, took Jiang Ziya's head, disappeared, and reappeared in a mysterious space.
The space here is broken, and there are black holes everywhere. The sharp golden energy that cuts through the sky makes sounds that are sharp and abnormal, flickering on and off, and the energy is gloomy, like an abandoned world.
"Where is this place?" Jiang Ziya's head suddenly spoke.
Chu Feng had long expected that Jiang Zi would not die so easily, and when he heard Jiang Ziya speak, he still looked calm.
"This is the space where Pindao practices the White Emperor's Golden Emperor Slash. The aura of Jin Rui is everywhere, which is perfect for sealing you. By the way, Pindao reminds you, don't try to escape from the black hole. With your cultivation level, you will definitely die if you enter. .”
Jiang Ziya looked around for a while and frowned. This was indeed a natural prison cell. If he was trapped here, there was no possibility of escaping. It is also difficult for people outside to find this place.
Chu Feng lost interest in talking anymore, tossed Jiang Ziya's head casually, and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute." Jiang Ziya's head floated over and he sighed, feeling sad: "Brother Taoist, give Ma a stick of incense for me."
When a person is about to die, his heart becomes sad. He goes to the mountains to practice Taoism. After fifty years of failure, he enters the mortal world. Before his achievements are completed, he dies first. It can be said that the one who impressed him the most was the woman who had lived with him for several months, Ma.
Chu Feng disappeared without answering.
In the afternoon, the originally clear sky began to rain continuously, seeming to mourn the tens of thousands of dead soldiers. In the battle of Qinglong Pass, Zhang Guifang died in battle, and Ma was trampled to death. Half of the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Shang Dynasty surrendered, and the other half surrendered. Not to mention those who died in battle and surrendered, but the tens of thousands of people who died were not qualified to be on the list of gods. At this time, the underworld is not yet sound, and the possibility of these people becoming lonely ghosts is very high.
Chu Feng, who was sitting quietly in the alchemy room, looked at the drizzle outside through the window with a gloomy look on his face.
"Perhaps, poor Taoist should do something"
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At night, the rain didn't stop, swaying her unused energy during the day. Qinglongguan, immersed in darkness, heard a burst of crying from time to time, like a child crying, and like a midnight snack, sharp and unusual.
The Zhou soldiers patrolling the city held their spears, shrank their heads, and muttered curses at the person who sent him out.
Suddenly, a black shadow floated past, looking like a ghost.
Sergeant Zhou was so frightened that he took several steps back, his face extremely pale.
Well, there was another black shadow. When it passed by the soldiers of Zhou Dynasty, it gave off a chill that could only be found in the Nine Nether Hells.
"Ghost!"
Sergeant Zhou couldn't bear it anymore and ran away. Because there was rain everywhere on the ground, Soldier Zhou didn't run very far when his foot slipped and he fell into a puddle. He became motionless and probably fainted.
After a while, another black shadow floated past. Surprisingly, these black shadows all went in the same direction—to the west.
At this moment, in the mountain col between Qinglong Pass and Qishan Mountain, the soldiers were lying on the ground one by one, their bodies filled with thick blood flowing straight into the sky.
Several dark figures that appeared in the pass before came to the mountain col and jumped into the air. If anyone were here, they could look up and see thousands of black shadows floating in the sky.
A cold wind blew, and a dense cry came out from thousands of black shadows. Even the monks would be terrified when they saw this scene.
At the center of the mountain, Chu Feng sat cross-legged, chanting the "Saving Man Sutra" that covers the world, to save the souls of those who died due to the war.
In fact, it is better to say it is salvation than purification. There is currently no formal underworld, and these ghosts cannot enter the so-called underworld at all.
As time passed, in the misty drizzle, the baby-like cries became less and less, and the black shadows became more and more numerous. By the middle of the night, there were more than 20,000 people, which obviously exceeded the death toll of the merchant army.
"The following ones are the dead souls of Zhou Jun. Let the host save them together. No matter what world they are in, small people are always like floating around. They live in a humble way and die in a humble way. No one knows about them."
The voice of the system sounded in Chu Feng's mind.
"Okay, let's save them together." Chu Feng quickly recited the "Singing Scripture", and the group of dead souls who died in the Conferred God War and had no explanation in the end fell silent.
There was still an hour before dawn, and Chu Feng, who had completed his salvation, stepped into the midst of more than 20,000 dead souls.
"Can anyone speak?"
The black shadow buzzed for a while, and the last white-haired old soldier came out and said with a dull expression: "Shangxian"
Chu Feng felt ashamed when he saw the old soldier wearing the clothes of the merchant army.
"What's your name? Where do you live?"
The old pawn shook his head and said he couldn't remember.
Chu Feng used his spiritual consciousness to observe the soul consciousness sea of the old soldier and found that the soul was incomplete, which meant that the "Book of Saviors" did not recover all their three souls and six souls.
"I have limited magic power, so I can't get all of your souls back. I'm ashamed."
The old pawn turned his head and looked toward the east with dull eyes.
"Stay alive - go home"
Chu Feng couldn't answer, so he had to turn his head. When some things are not faced, they feel like they are nothing. When they are really faced, it suddenly touches the softest part of his heart.
"Go home alive, go home alive..."
The old pawn drifted toward the east, his voice getting smaller and smaller.
Chu Feng watched the old soldier disappear, and then said to the remaining souls: "I will seal you here. When the underworld is perfect, someone will come to pick you up."
The more than 20,000 dead souls did not make any useful response except for a buzz.
In half an hour, Chu Feng set up a sealing formation to seal more than 20,000 ghosts inside. He also set up a soul gathering flag in the middle, hoping to collect the remaining souls.
There was still half an hour before dawn, and Chu Feng was about to leave.
Five hundred steps away to the east, two figures appeared, blocking Chu Feng's path.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, hand over Junior Brother Jiang's head and I will let you go."
After finally getting Jiang Ziya's head, how could Chu Feng be willing to give it back.
"Fellow Taoist Manjusri, Taoist Samantabhadra, it's not going to be three days, why can't I bear it so quickly?"
