Fatty and others looked at each other in shock after hearing what Feng Yun said.
Where did the guests come from in this dark place?
Looking at the direction Feng Yun was looking at, it was the foggy sea. Could it be...
At this point, the fat man suddenly looked towards the sea in disbelief.
The windy sea was still covered with white mist.
In the white mist, Fatty and others gradually saw that there seemed to be a figure looming in the white mist.
One...two...three...
More and more figures appeared in the white mist. They seemed to be standing on the sea, hidden in the white mist, or perhaps the white mist was following them.
Although they couldn't see these figures clearly, Fatty and the others had a strange feeling in their hearts.
The figures looming in the white mist do not seem to be a complete human form, but only the outline of a person.
Logically speaking, such outlines should not be clearly visible at all, but in the minds of Fatty and the others, they always felt that these figures were wearing armor and holding weapons in their hands.
"Are those the guests the director mentioned?"
The fat man lowered his voice and looked at Yan Qilin beside him and asked. Yan Qilin thought about this and nodded, his eyes full of doubts.
On the other side, the further periphery.
"Why is there fog on the sea?"
Li Guowei squinted his eyes in the distance, trying his best to see the situation on the sea clearly, but what he said unintentionally made the soldiers beside him confused.
"Commander, where is the fog? The weather is very good today, there has never been fog..."
Li Guowei didn't show too much surprise on the surface, but there was already a storm in his heart.
Obviously, what he could see at this time was completely different from what the soldiers around him saw.
This meant that the white mist he saw was unusual, and there was something fishy about the looming figure in the white mist.
"A distinguished minister, a loyal soul who protects the country. The ghost banquet has been served, please listen to my words..."
Suddenly, Feng Yun's voice came again, with the same tone that was so weird that it made one's skin crawl. The coldness around him suddenly rose.
“Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of dust, one emperor and one courtier.
How can the northern land ban the sand years, while the southerners are paranoid about the golden universe..."
Feng Yun seemed to be chatting with an old friend at this moment, his voice began to become deeper and his tone softened.
As he spoke, he lit a handful of incense. After the incense was lit, a rare thick green smoke filled the air.
Feng Yun took the incense and walked to the zombie Zhao Hu.
At this moment, he stood upright on the ground, facing the direction of the sea.
Feng Yun first turned around three times on his head, and muttered something while doing so:
"After washing the three pure things, we can see the present day, and everything will be clear and clear."
Then Feng Yun lowered his hand and circled the zombie three times:
"Let go of the mortal world and there will be no troubles. There will be no future like the present."
Immediately afterwards, he bent down and moved the incense three times in front of the zombie's legs:
"Cut off all the paths in the human world, and let the paths of ghosts travel freely..."
After doing all this, Feng Yun raised the incense in front of himself, and then blew a breath towards the zombie Zhao Hu's face.
call!
The thick green smoke instantly hit Zhao Hu's face. In an instant, Zhao Hu's eyes, which had been open and chaotic, suddenly became clear.
It was like a dream that had lasted for hundreds of years, and now it was like returning from a dream. Although his face was still stiff, his eyes began to fluctuate with emotions.
"ah?"
For a moment, meaningless syllables came out from Zhao Hu's throat, but anyone could see at this moment that he was very excited.
"Zhao Hu, look who is here..."
As Feng Yun spoke, he stepped back a few steps to get out of sight.
Suddenly, Zhao Hu cast his gaze above the sea. He seemed to be able to see clearly in the white mist. His eyes were filled with a mixture of excitement and surprise, no longer dull.
"Director, what's going on? Isn't he a zombie? Why..."
The fat man asked in a low voice next to Feng Yun in astonishment. Feng Yun put the incense in the incense burner and replied:
"I temporarily blocked Zhao Hu's obsession and replaced the essence with fragrance, which could slightly restore his consciousness.
Although Zhao Hu's soul has long since left, his physical body is still obsessed with it.
Restoring this little bit of consciousness will also help him feel relieved..."
Fatty suddenly realized it, and from Feng Yun's tone, Fatty could guess that Zhao Hu's current situation should not last long.
After all, it is difficult for a person to survive without a soul, and a person without a soul will be confused for a long time.
That kind of person with five shortcomings and three shortcomings will be stupid for life if he only loses one soul, let alone Zhao Hu, who has no soul at all.
It was just his obsession and the evil spirit that turned him into a zombie.
Once the scent of Feng Yun entering Zhao Hu's body dissipates, Zhao Hu will return to the chaotic state before.
"Jingle Bell……"
Feng Yun copied the bell on the table again, and this time he rang it with extra urgency.
The rapid ringing of the bells reached everyone's ears, which only made them feel restless, as if there was some magic power in the sound of the bells, which made people want to die.
"Pave the road to connect Yin and Yang!"
Feng Yun shook the bell and shouted again in a weird accent.
Only then did Fatty and Yan Qilin realize that the director was talking to them. Then they grabbed a handful of paper money from the bag next to them and quickly came to Zhao Hu.
The paper money fell on the ground, and soon a yellow paper road was laid out.
Seeing that the time had come, Feng Yun said beside Zhao Hu:
"The white horse is ready, let's go and meet..."
Another spell fell on the paper horse with a flick of his wrist.
In an instant, the paper horse was burned to ashes, but at this moment, everyone heard a horse neighing in their ears.
"Yu Yu——"
Fatty and Yan Qilin, who were laying down the paper money, soon noticed that there were horse hoof prints on the paper money path.
Looking up, I saw a looming white horse standing at the head of the road, with its mane flying and vivid.
Feng Yun also used his sword fingers to grab the incense that Zhao Hu had been biting. As the incense was pulled out, a black shadow that was exactly the same as Zhao Hu walked out of Zhao Hu's body step by step.
"Snapped!"
The next moment, as Feng Yun pinched the incense between his two fingers, the fat man and others suddenly widened their eyes in surprise.
I saw the black figure skillfully getting on the horse. The white horse was neighing, striding forward, stepping on the paper money under its feet, walking towards the seaside step by step.
"Director...this...this..."
The fat man pointed to the seaside incoherently, obviously shocked by this.
Seeing this, Feng Yun asked:
"Why, can't you understand?"
The fat man nodded quickly, but Feng Yun was not surprised when he saw this.
Feng Yun walked to the incense burner, grabbed a handful of the incense burner, looked at the fat man and the others and said:
"Since you can't understand, then take a closer look!"
"call!"
As Feng Yun blew hard, the incense ashes immediately flew out.
For a moment, incense ash fell on everyone's body, but amid a burst of coughing, everyone also noticed that the fog on the sea that obscured their sight dissipated...
As the white fog dissipated, everyone was surprised to find that there were many translucent figures on the sea.
These figures were all chaotic and their faces could not be discerned, but they were all wearing the same armor.
These armors are almost identical to those on Zhao Hu, which means that these chaotic figures were all soldiers of the Song Dynasty.
The fat man stared at this scene in astonishment with his eyes widened.
The ones standing on the sea may be said to be ghosts, but they are completely different from the ghosts I saw in the extremely dark place before.
But if they are not ghosts, these figures are looming, chaotic and insubstantial.
Is it an illusion?
The same doubts also lingered in the minds of several other people, and this scene seemed so strange.
At this time, the white horse was walking on the sea, carrying the black shadow, and gradually walked towards the group of figures.
"Director, are these ghosts the souls of the Yashan Battle?"
The fat man looked at Feng Yun beside him in astonishment, but Feng Yun quickly shook his head and glanced at him:
"No, the souls of heroes who died in battle are different from ordinary souls. Someone will come to pick them up.
Either he will be reincarnated, or he will become a shady soldier and a shady general who will not stay in this world for long.
The heroic souls of the Song Dynasty soldiers have been around for hundreds of years. Naturally, they are no longer in the world. There are so many heroic souls from the battle at Yashan, and they are not in Yanjun. Do you think I can summon them from thousands of miles away? "
The fat man was speechless immediately: "Then what are these?"
Feng Yun's eyes were far-reaching: "These are just the obsessions left by those soldiers when they died in battle. The heart of the motherland can be learned from the heaven and earth. Although the body is dead, the ambition will never end."
After hearing this, Juren suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he could not see the faces of these people clearly.
They are not dead souls, but residual obsessions.
In the place of burial, I lingered for a long time, not within the five elements.
The reason why Su Yun burned the paper man and the blind scalper before was to lead these obsessions here.
Just as Feng Yun was speaking, the dark figure that came out of Zhao Hu's body dismounted and stood with these figures.
Several people seemed to still be able to hear the deafening sound, echoing in their ears...
"Be loyal to the country and fight to the death!"
"Expel the Tartars and protect our country!"
These soldiers of the Song Dynasty had such a deep obsession in life and death. Even if a hundred years have passed, they still have not dissipated.
Zhao Hu's obsession was that he failed to serve the country and failed to fight on the battlefield when the country was in crisis.
As for the obsession of these soldiers, they were unable to resist the foreigners. They could only watch helplessly as they stepped over their bodies and trampled on the Central Plains.
At this moment, Zhao Hu's figure stood among the soldiers, which could be regarded as the regret he had always felt in his heart.
"Hey, Huzi, long time no see!"
When Zhao Hu appeared in front of the soldiers, everyone even heard lively discussions.
"Zhang Dong, you've grown taller again! I'm back, and we can kill enemies together again from now on."
"Hahaha... It'll be nice to come back. Our brothers are together again!"
These loud conversations made Fatty and the others feel desolate in their hearts. These obsessions still remained at that time, and they only wanted to kill the enemy for the country, otherwise they would not be called obsessions.
The soldiers next to them have also been chatting familiarly. In their opinion, they have not seen each other for a hundred years, and it is just one night.
"We will set off tomorrow. I don't know if we can come back neatly this time."
"Of course, I can't die. My wife gave birth to a boy for me. This battle must be won. If the country cannot be destroyed, I must go home alive!
These soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty do not know that they are dead until now, only a trace of obsession remains.
They can never return to their longed-for home, or even see their newborn child.
But everyone is full of fighting spirit at this moment, encouraging each other for tomorrow's battlefield.
Zhao Hu stood in the team and became excited unconsciously.
If you can't kill the enemy on the battlefield with other generals in life, then you can defend one side together after death.
Looking at the soldiers and horses on the sea, Ma Ling'er's eyes were moist. Yan Qilin couldn't bear to look away. Even the carefree fat man's eyes were red at this time.
Whose children, husbands, and fathers were these Song warriors?
But after putting on this military uniform, they were just soldiers guarding the Song Dynasty.
It's hard to imagine how much pain they were suffering when they fell, so that the obsession they formed lasted for a long time.
They can't look at the past of these people like they look at Zhao Hu's life.
But they know very well that these soldiers deserve respect from future generations. Although it is no longer the Song Dynasty, this spirit should be remembered forever.
As long as there is a soldier who does not have the belief that Loulan will never be returned, I am afraid that he will not appear here with the remaining obsession like now.
No wonder Feng Yun said before that he was a visitor. Indeed, all guests deserve to be treated with full respect!
"Jingle Bell……"
As Feng Yun shook the rattle in his hand again, an additional charm appeared in his hand.
When the charm was lit in the incense, Feng Yun put it into the wine glass next to him.
The talisman quickly burned into ashes, mixed into the glass of white wine, and was held in Feng Yun's hand.
"Commanders, listen to my words!"
When Feng Yun finished speaking, the troops on the sea stopped talking and all looked at Feng Yun.
At this moment, thousands of troops and horses were silent. When the sea and the sky connected, they were full of soldiers, as if soldiers from heaven descended to earth.
The waves in the sea were rolling, and the gloomy wind was coming in waves. At this moment, all the soldiers seemed to regard Feng Yun as a general, and they were all solemn and solemn.
Just under such gaze, Fatty and the others felt great pressure.
Everyone here may be just a nobody, but together at this moment, the fearless spirit is enough to reach the sky and the earth, making anyone feel scared.
Feng Yun stood in front of the altar with a wine glass in his hands without changing his expression, looked at the sea and said loudly:
“Although we were defeated in the battle of Yashan, the spirit of the soldiers was seen by thousands of people in the Song Dynasty.
All the soldiers are concerned about their country and their country, and their obsession is long-lasting. They must want to continue to protect the country and the people.
But everyone, look at the future generations of this Great Flame. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains remain unchanged, and the peaceful and prosperous times are bright and prosperous.
The difference between yin and yang has been determined and cannot be changed. This is the number of days.
But your blood was not shed in vain. It is precisely because of you that we, the Yanhuang clan, can usher in light in the darkness again and again.
Today I set up an altar here to send off all the soldiers on behalf of the people of the Song Dynasty, the court of the Song Dynasty, and the Great Yan of today!
This glass of wine is a farewell to all the soldiers.
From now on, we will protect our family and country. "
As he finished speaking, Feng Yun poured the glass of wine on the ground in front of him.
Then Feng Yun shouted loudly:
"All members of the polling bureau obey the order, send guests off with high incense, and pay three respects to the heaven!"
Yan Qilin and others picked up the three sticks of incense on the table, lit them, and then respectfully stood with their hands in front of them.
"Worship the heroic spirit of the Great Song Dynasty!"
Under the leadership of Feng Yun, everyone bowed respectfully to their ancestors three times and then inserted the three sticks of incense into the incense burner.
Then Feng Yun stamped his feet three times on the spot, hugged his right hand with his left hand, and clasped his left thumb with his right hand to form a yin and yang seal. He stood in front of him and said in a majestic voice:
"Everyone, as far as this is concerned, yin returns to yin, yang returns to yang, let it go.
These mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and the younger generations will stick together and live up to their predecessors! "
Feng Yun's words were sonorous and powerful, while Fatty and the others had solemn expressions on their faces. They had personally participated in this practice that spanned a century and were touched by it.
Not far away, Li Guowei looked at this scene with a solemn expression. Although he didn't know what happened, he was deeply shocked in his heart.
Just as Feng Yun finished speaking, the howling wind suddenly disappeared.
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly spread from all the generals:
"The whole army obeys the order!"
In an instant, all the soldiers stood solemnly, even Zhao Hu.
Immediately afterwards, the soldiers gradually turned around and walked towards the distance.
Looking at the figures of the soldiers, Feng Yun slowly raised his hand, waved it hard, and said sonorously:
"The descendants of our family, country and the world will stick to it, and everyone will rest in peace!"
The fat man and others felt this and said in unison:
"The descendants of our family, country and the world will stick to it, and everyone will rest in peace!"
Amidst this deafening cry, the Song Dynasty army's figure became a little more transparent with every step they took, and gradually disappeared.
The soldiers' obsession with staying in the world finally dissipated. This obsession was not a spiritual body, so there was no sense of sanity at all, it was just pure obsession.
Now that this obsession has dissipated, these figures gathered by the obsession have naturally disappeared.
The people call this extradition.
In a few seconds, the figures on the sea completely disappeared. Everything came and went as quickly as the wind. Only then did the fat man and others wake up from a dream.
"It has been like this since ancient times, and there are heroic souls from generation to generation."
Feng Yun looked at the sea and sighed softly, feeling something in his heart.
The most obvious change was naturally the zombies. The corpse energy that had been lingering around the zombies seemed to dissipate as the black shadow left.
There has always been an unpleasant smell on this zombie's body, but now this smell is gone.
Under Feng Yun's instructions, Fatty and the others quickly started cleaning up. At this moment, Li Guowei slowly walked over.
Because Li Guowei's body was also contaminated by the incense ash blown by Feng Yun, Li Guowei clearly saw the human shapes formed by those obsessions.
Although he was shocked by these ghost-like shadows, he was also doubly shocked by what Feng Yun said.
Just now, Feng Yun met his predecessors and expressed his true feelings as a descendant.
This made Li Guowei unable to let go for a long time.
(End of chapter)
