Immediately above the heads of Wang Zijia and the others, the four senior masters and uncles who were at least in the Jijiu realm, who had been meditating with their eyes closed, all opened their eyes. The four of them looked at each other, and then glanced at the disciples below.
"We're all here, let's start preparations first!" Among the four, an uncle wearing a bright yellow Celestial Master Taoist robe spoke first.
"good!"
"Can!"
"good!"
The other three people responded in unison.
There are three people left, a charming female cultivator, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, and a strong man with an iron tower.
The strong man from the iron tower took the lead in flipping his hands, and he threw out all kinds of strange-shaped objects, casually throwing them into the square array of coffins below. There was no movement after landing in those coffins.
There was something in the coffin not far in front of Wang Zijia. It looked like a broken sword. It was very broken. I didn't know what it was used for. It was just thrown on the corpse in the coffin and ignored.
The tower man stopped when he finished.
The only female cultivator among the three, the uncle also flipped her hands at this time, and jade bottles kept popping up, and in the blink of an eye, they actually covered half of the sky.
After a moment, the jade bottle stopped emerging, and then, most of the jade bottle fell downwards.
One of them fell in front of him under Wang Zijia's blank gaze. He subconsciously reached out and took the jade bottle.
"The best rejuvenation pill, one bottle contains three pills. If you don't have enough power, you can swallow it immediately." As Wang Zijia reached out to catch the jade bottle, the female cultivator in the sky said.
"If anyone has that kind of virtue, consuming three Qi Rejuvenation Pills is not enough..." She gestured to the small group of jade bottles left beside her, and said: "No need to worry, you can reach out and get it yourself That’s it.”
As she spoke, she flipped her hands again, and a huge alchemy furnace appeared in front of her. Then there was no movement, and it looked like she was waiting to open the furnace to refine something.
When the last middle-aged Confucian scholar saw this, he also flipped his hands. The movement was too big.
Countless runes circulated, and illusory books were filled with stars, floating above everyone's heads, slowly rotating around the square array below, and there were no other changes.
Wang Zijia raised his head and looked at the illusory book above his head. It looked somewhat similar to a spell book, but it had no words and seemed to be blank.
"Those who belong to the Talisman Academy and are minor masters of talismans, those who have not yet completely mastered the transformation of talisman paper will be listed!" After doing this, the middle-aged scholar suddenly spoke and said to the disciples surrounding the coffin square below.
Everyone looked at each other, and in the entire lace area of the hexagram-yao square array, not a single disciple came out.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "After the ceremony starts, you don't need to worry about anything else. Just make the talisman on site and put it into the square array. The talisman paper should be in the form of a secret book page." "
"promise!"
Everyone responded in unison.
Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the old Taoist who was wearing the bright yellow robe of the Heavenly Master.
The old Taoist and the three of them looked at each other, nodded slightly, and said to the various disciples of the Mortality Channel in the square formation, "Open the altar and do the process!"
As he spoke, the spiritual light all over his body surged, and a strange fluctuation of mana, like a force field, enveloped everyone in the entire hexagram area.
When Wang Zijia was in the force field, she felt a sense of peace and harmony in her heart. There were sounds of sermons in her ears, as if there were people reciting sutras and practicing salvation in the far distance on the horizon.
Immediately afterwards, a group of disciples who had been waiting for a long time, all placed the altar in the center of their own coffin area, in their own open space, and opened the altar to perform rituals.
There were traditional offering altars, some dancing like witch doctors, and some kneeling down to pray for blessings. For a moment, all kinds of demons were dancing around, and Wang Zijia was a little confused.
Although the knowledge reserve has improved a bit, it is still at a very low level, and the undertaker has no understanding at all.
Of course, it was not just Wang Zijia who was confused, there were also many disciples.
Even when Wang Zijia saw many disciples, including the disciples who performed the master dance among them, they all suppressed their blushes and looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
"rise!"
Before everyone could wait, an old voice suddenly came from inside the Yin Yang Fish in the center of the square.
An invisible shock wave spread and swept through the entire Bagua Square in an instant. The moment Wang Zijia was hit by the invisible shock wave, he was completely stunned.
Immediately afterwards, waves of coolness came to my mind, just like drinking ice water in summer, and a thrill swept through my body.
He was a little more awake, his thinking seemed to have become more active, and his condition was much better than taking the Huixin Pill.
At this time, as the shock wave spread, in the square formation, all the disciples of the Death Vein, who jumped to the master, began to have mana fluctuations, like a force field, covering their own area, and began to reveal their methods.
Wang Zijia, who was still at a loss, suddenly had his pupils shrink.
In the square formation, as the disciples danced like masters, little fluorescent lights that were invisible to the naked eye began to appear on some of the corpses in the coffins, floating and converging in the air three inches above the corpses.
Even though it is noon and the sun is shining, their unique light cannot be concealed.
Wang Zijia shouldn't be too familiar with this, because the two pollution methods he had seen when the spiritual roots were separated were caused by the gathering of these light spots!
However, unlike the pollution method, the light spots separated from these corpses did not converge into a specific shape on the corpses. Instead, it floated a few inches above its body, forming a vague fluorescent group with no other movements.
Spots of light are emitted one by one, and there is more or less a group of fluorescence on each corpse.
"Belonging to the Fuyuan, start the technique and perform the ritual!"
At this time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar in the sky suddenly shouted softly, waking up the stunned Wang Zijia.
After Wang Zijia heard the words, he didn't care about anything else. With a move of his hand, he took out a piece of spiritual materials from the spiritual materials prepared on the side, and activated the talisman making technique that had been temporarily piled up.
As the spiritual materials squirmed and gathered together, a blank talisman paper the size of a secret book page condensed out. Wang Zijia looked around, followed the middle-aged Confucian scholar's previous instructions, and threw the newly formed talisman into the coffin square.
In an instant, paper rain began to fall over the phalanx.
The talisman paper floated on the square array, and when it fell downwards, it scattered without fire. Before it hit the ground, the paper scattered without leaving a trace.
The coffin, the altar, the heavenly master who performed the ritual, and the talismans scattered all over the sky, it was really a funeral ceremony.
Wang Zijia frowned slightly, because until now, he was not sure why they were here!
You can't. We really want them to be the atmosphere group that sprinkles paper money on the funeral procession, right?
While thinking about it, I wanted to cast the spell again and make talisman paper.
But as soon as he started, his breath was stagnant.
Having mastered the art, he found it difficult to cast it again.
He looked up instinctively, and at a glance, he could find the one he made among the talisman papers in the sky. It is still floating slowly and slowly dissipating. Judging from the looks of it, it will take at least five minutes for it to completely hit the ground or dissipate.
And the time for him to perform the spell for the second time should wait until the last talisman paper has dissipated.
"Um?"
(End of chapter)
