As He Ping'an gave a sharp shout, the soul of an old man appeared in front of him.
It is the village chief of Gusong Village, Yao Zhengliang.
"Are you Yao Zhengliang?"
He Ping'an glanced at the old man's soul. He was about sixty years old, short in stature, with a white beard, but still wearing a broken armor.
In fact, he didn't have much hope in the art of connecting to the underworld, because in three years, most of the dead souls had been reincarnated.
But he didn't expect that Yao Zhengliang would actually be summoned.
"This old man is...this is...Gusong Village!"
Yao Zhengliang's dim old eyes rolled for a moment, feeling a little dazed and a little surprised.
It seems that he did not expect that after three years, he would actually return to Gusong Village.
When he was sure, the old man's eyes were filled with tears, and gray-black tears fell on the ground, then turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared.
"Yao Zhengliang, let me ask you, what happened back then?"
He Ping'an looked calm. Although he was highly cultivated and could continue to perform the art of connecting to the underworld, the soul of the dead should not stay in the human world for too long, otherwise the soul would fly away if the Yang Qi entered the body.
Take the time to ask.
"Master Immortal, our people in Gusong Village died so miserably..."
Yao Zhengliang burst into tears again when he saw He Ping'an's extraordinary demeanor, and then talked about the events of that year intermittently.
About two years ago, Yao Zhengliang was playing with his grandson in the yard.
The son and daughter-in-law have just returned from farming and are cooking at home.
At this time, a yellow light flashed over from the distant horizon.
That ray of light passed by Gusong Village, stopped for a moment in the sky above Gusong Village, and then stopped on the big pine tree at the entrance of the village. Yao Zhengliang seemed to be able to see a person sitting vaguely in the yellow light.
Seems to be an immortal master...
People in Gusong Village stopped and watched from a distance. After all, if an immortal master came to the village, did it mean that Gusong Village was destined to be immortal?
Daxuan often has some immortal monks who search for immortal seedlings suitable for practice in various places in Daxuan and bring them into the immortal sect.
So the people in Gusong Village were not surprised.
However, this situation only lasted for a quarter of an hour...
A quarter of an hour later, the five members of Yao Zhengliang's family felt itchy all over their bodies, as if bugs were slowly crawling over their bodies, or as if feathers were tickling the soles of their feet. Several people felt itching unbearably, so they scratched a few times. Itchy spot.
Within ten breaths, countless red spots appeared on the skin all over his body.
Half an hour later, the red spots on the body began to fester, and the itching turned into abnormal pain.
The whole village was wailing, but the immortal master was sitting on the big pine tree, indifferent.
After another hour, everyone in Gusong Village was covered in ulcers and died.
During this period, many people tried to escape from the village, but were blocked by an invisible force and unable to escape.
Before Yao Zhengliang died, he saw green light and yellow light intertwined on the big pine tree. After a while, the yellow light completely suppressed the green light, and then Yao Zhengliang completely fell into the netherworld.
"Is there a girl named Jiang Yuyan in your village, who was about four or five years old twelve years ago?"
He Pingan asked.
"Jiang Yuyan?"
Yao Zhengliang thought hard for a moment and seemed unsure, "There are two families named Jiang in the village, but I'm not sure what their daughters' names are."
"By the way, both parents of that girl's family are dead."
He Pingan reminded again.
Yao Zhengliang heard He Ping'an mention it and said with certainty: "Then I can be sure that there is absolutely no such family."
"The two families named Jiang in our village were still intact on the day of the accident in the village."
"There is no such family?"
He Ping'an chewed in his heart for a moment, and then said to Yao Zhengliang: "Thank you, my father-in-law, for clarifying my doubts. Why have you not been reincarnated in the past three years? Instead, you are wearing this outfit, as if you are dressed as a Yin soldier?"
Yao Zhengliang sighed, and then said: "When we fell into the Netherworld after death, we found that there was also chaos in the Netherworld. All kinds of ghosts and gods fought in a melee. If the old man didn't pay attention, he was captured and became a Yin soldier. .”
"hiss......"
He Ping'an's expression changed. He was a ghost and couldn't live in peace.
He asked Yao Zhengliang some questions about the Netherworld, but Yao Zhengliang was vague. After all, he was at the bottom of the Netherworld, and he could not get more information.
"Thank you, father-in-law. Then your soul will return to the underworld. If there is a chance, I will help you get revenge."
He Ping'an bowed his hand to Yao Zhengliang, removed the Netherworld Technique, and let him return to the Netherworld.
Then he successively summoned two dead souls from Gusong Village, which were similar to what Yao Zhengliang said.
Thinking of this, He Pingan came to the trunk of the big dry pine tree at the entrance of the village.
He placed one hand on the tree trunk and used the technique of connecting to the underworld.
Not long after, the shadow of a big tree fell on the trunk.
If someone is watching at this time, they will find that the dry tree trunk seems to have no change, but it gives people a feeling of being alive.
"Who are you and why did you bring me back to the world?"
An old and hoarse voice sounded from the tree trunk.
"I am the Three Crazy Taoist, and you are the tree spirit of this ancient pine?"
He Pingan's spiritual consciousness explored the trunk and quickly captured the ancient pine tree spirit. He saw that its soul was damaged and it was obviously seriously injured.
"yes!"
The voice of the tree spirit sounded.
"Did you see clearly the appearance of the monk who destroyed the village?"
He Pingan asked.
From the descriptions of the villagers, he judged that the ancient pine at the entrance of the village had become a spirit. At that time, he did not know whether it was out of self-protection or to protect the villagers, and he fought with the monk.
It should be clearer.
"Telling you, what's the use?"
"I have fallen into the netherworld and don't want to get entangled in this matter."
There was a little fear and a little resentment in the tree spirit's hoarse voice.
For the spirit of vegetation, the way to practice is several times more difficult than that of human and demon cultivators.
Human monks, if they have good talents and good opportunities, can cultivate to the third level in a hundred years, and there are even some amazingly talented and beautiful people who can cultivate to the first level.
The practice of the demon clan is generally based on the training time. Within four hundred years, one is a low-level third-level small demon, five hundred to seven hundred years is a middle-level third-level demon, and eight hundred to one thousand years is an upper-level third-level demon king.
But there will be some exceptions based on talent, bloodline, chance, etc.
The spirit of plants and trees, just to produce spiritual wisdom, is extremely difficult. The right time, place, and people are indispensable.
It is rare for this tree spirit to reach the sixth level of cultivation. How is it possible to say that he does not have any resentment in his heart?
"Tell me and I can help you get revenge!"
He Ping'an was keenly aware of the resentment behind the tree spirit's voice and asked, "Are you willing to have your five hundred years of cultivation ruined in one day?"
"Help me take revenge. Do you know what level of cultivation that person had that day?"
"Shameless talk!"
The voice of the tree spirit suddenly became sharp.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. You just need to see if my cultivation is enough?"
He Pingan smiled indifferently, and released a wisp of the abyss-like aura in his body, which made the tree spirit in the trunk tremble.
Although this aura was fleeting, the feeling it gave it was countless times higher than the cultivation level of the man who destroyed the village.
"Greetings, senior!"
The voice of the tree spirit suddenly became much more respectful, and the tree trunk trembled slightly.
"No need to be polite. To make a long story short, what does that person look like?"
He Pingan frowned and asked.
I didn't bring you here from the underworld to hear what you said.
"Yes, the man was wrapped in yellow light that day. This junior could not see his true appearance. I could only vaguely see that he was wearing a purple Taoist robe. He was probably a fourth-grade Taoist cultivator."
The tree spirit replied respectfully.
He Pingan nodded, and then asked: "What method did he use?"
"He didn't use Taoism, but used an alchemy cauldron, which directly shattered my life force."
The tree spirit replied.
"Alchemy?"
He Ping'an looked surprised and calculated the information obtained using Xiao Yan Shen's numbers.
Everything went smoothly at first, but after a few breaths, the secrets became chaotic, interrupting his divination.
But He Pingan still found some clues from the secret.
"Okay, I have gained something. I will avenge you!"
He Ping'an waved his hand and knocked the tree spirit back to the netherworld, then turned into a shadow and disappeared in place.
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s: A big chapter of 2500 words is quite short!
