A touch of the afterglow of the setting sun shone on a winding sheep intestine path in Fengyang Town, Gumo Barren Qian, on the edge of H City, the old man Song, who was only one meter five tall, walked towards the broken mountain temple in a mountain col in Gumo Barren with a scar on his back The body of the ghost-faced man walked towards the dilapidated mountain temple in a mountain col in Gumo Barren Qian, holding a yellow bag in his hand, and he could vaguely see that the old man Song looked a little lonely and sad.

In the wilderness of the withered grass swaying in the wind, a stone mountain temple stands alone on the top of the mountain, the bleak autumn wind blows through the mountain temple, the fading red flag hunting sound next to the mountain temple gives people a feeling of loneliness and desolation, the old man Song slowly carried the ghost-faced man on his back and walked up to the mountain temple, he walked very slowly with his back on his back, and every step seemed heavy and depressed.

Old man Song slowly put the body of the ghost-faced man behind him on the bluestone platform outside the temple, he took out three thick and long incense sticks from the hemp yellow bag in his hand, after the old man Song lit it with the dark flint in his arms, he held three long incense sticks in his hand and respectfully bowed to the mountain god, and then the old man Song inserted the three incense sticks on an incense burner that had been eroded by wind and rain and lacked a few pieces and said: "Mountain god, borrow your secluded place to revive my apprentice, I hope you can send blessings to protect impermanence, don't let him become a walking corpse." ”

After finishing speaking, the old man Song walked straight to the ghost-faced man on the somewhat cracked bluestone platform outside the mountain temple, and then he took out a blood-red soul banner with strange words from the hemp yellow cloth pocket behind his back, he waved the soul flag and shouted: "The wind is coming!"

Suddenly, the wind near the mountain temple was violent, the grass and trees were swaying, and a hurricane swept the leaves in the mountain to form a huge whirlwind rotating between heaven and earth, and in an instant, the grass and trees near the mountain temple became bare, and this scene seemed dead and terrifying.

Then the old man waved his soul banner and suddenly said, "As usual, he shouldn't die, give me rain!"

I saw that the originally clear sky was instantly obscured by black clouds rolling like ink, and a dense line of showers poured down from the sky, and every drop of rain seemed cold and biting.

The old man suddenly took out a cinnabar pen from the hemp yellow cloth pocket behind his back and pointed it on the forehead of the man with an obvious wound on his neck, he said with a tearful expression: "Ji Ruchang, your three souls and seven spirits come back quickly, if you come back slowly, your master will become an idiot." ”

In an instant, the rain fell, and the dark clouds rolled and covered the heavens and the earth, and suddenly many black shadows swirled towards the man with an obvious scar on his neck.

First of all, the black shadow in front of Ji Ruchang's corpse turned into a woman dressed in white, her face was as pale as paper, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her red lips were delicate, just as the woman got into Ji Ruchang's corpse.

Old man Song stomped his feet and gritted his teeth and said, "Thunder!"

I saw a thunderbolt flashing in the palm of Lao Dao's palm in an instant, and he suddenly threw it towards the woman in white, and the woman with a pale face as white as paper instantly let out a miserable scream and disappeared, followed by a sharp tooth, a little boy with sharp teeth and sharp teeth, a shocking lack of eyeballs, a little boy who looked hollow, his fingernails were sharp and slender, and his body exuded a faint green light floated to Ji Ruchang's side.

Old Man Song's lips trembled a little as he looked at a little boy who was a little shorter than him, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of essence blood towards his palm, and suddenly a glittering flame rose from his palm.

Just as Old Man Song was about to slap his flaming palm towards the little boy, he turned into a cloud of dark green light, and his figure flashed a few times and disappeared between the mountains and fields.

In an instant, many black shadows densely deceived themselves in front of Ji Ruchang's corpse, and the old man's body was like electricity, and his fists and feet in front of Ji Ruchang's corpse were added, and the geist spirits who were not his three souls and seven spirits were blown away.

As time passed, a wandering spirit with a dull gaze that looked exactly like Ji Ruchang's corpse appeared in front of the old man, and he slapped this geist into Ji Ruchang's corpse with one palm.

The rain was cold and cold, Old Man Song wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he inadvertently looked up to see the endless wandering spirits in the surrounding mountains surrounding him.

Seeing this scene, Old Man Song was so frightened that he trembled, he really didn't expect that there would be so many wandering spirits in this wilderness, Old Man Song hurriedly grabbed Ji Ruchang's corpse and entered the mountain temple in a flash.

Old man Song put Ji Ruchang's body on the futon in the temple, he plopped down and knelt on the ground and began to kowtow to the mountain god frantically, and at this time, the overwhelming spirits all ran outside the mountain temple, these spirits were all hideous, their heads were emanated, and they let out a terrible scream, as if they were going to eat Old Man Song alive.

In front of the dusty mountain temple with cobwebs entwined and entangled, Old Man Song kept kowtowing to the statue of the mountain god, and he could vaguely see bright red blood flowing from his forehead.

The spirits outside the mountain temple are all afraid of the mountain god statue, and they are all wandering outside the mountain temple and dare not enter the mountain temple at all.

As the short old man Song kept kowtowing, his entire forehead fell off a layer of skin and became bloody, and there was also a pool of blood on the bluestone ground in the mountain temple.

Perhaps it was the thought of Zhicheng that could move the heavens, and some of the broken statues of the mountain gods suddenly emitted a golden light, which instantly dispelled the wandering spirits of the mountain temples that were wandering all over the world.

At this time, the bluestone was built, and there were only eight wandering spirits left in the mountain temple that had been eroded by wind and rain.

After Old Man Song hurriedly kowtowed to the mountain god again, he stood up and grabbed Ji Ruchang's body and walked towards the outside of the mountain temple.

At this time, the showers outside the mountain god stopped, but the sky was still covered with dark clouds like ink, and bits and pieces of rain fell from the black tiles of the mountain temple.

Old man Song looked at the eight wandering souls in the mountain temple and said with a solemn expression: "Just now I entered one soul in the impermanence body, and now there are two souls and six spirits here, so one of his souls is lost." ”

After pondering for a long time, Old Man Song bit his lip and said, "No matter how much, let's put these eight souls into his body first." ”

Immediately, Old Man Song slapped Ji Ruchang's three souls and five spirits into his body with a few palms in succession, and at this moment, a bright lightning bolt in the pitch-black clouds slashed towards Ji Wuchang's corpse, Old Man Song saw that something was wrong and pushed Ji Wuchang's body away, and the bright lightning just split on the top of Lao Dao's head, Lao Dao's whole person was directly covered in smoke and was split into a charred black color, but Ji Wuchang on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, he went straight to Old Man Song and hugged his charred body and said: " It is me who deserves the curse of God, why did you suffer a thunderstorm for me!"

Ji Wuchang, who has always had a cold personality, couldn't help but leave two lines of hot tears at this time, and at this time, the old man Song in Ji Wuchang's arms opened his scorched eyelids with difficulty, and he opened his mouth and spat out a wisp of green smoke and said: "Impermanence, I still have a last word to tell you!"

Ji Wuchang hugged Old Man Song's body and choked up: "Master, you say, the apprentice will definitely do his best to do it for you." ”

Old man Song said intermittently: "Impermanence, Qingming...... During the Qingming Festival...... Burn a few dolls for the master...... You know the master is good at this. ”

After saying that, Old Man Song's neck drooped down, and the whole person was completely out of breath, just as Ji Wuchang was holding his master's charred body and grieving, a dark green light instantly drilled into Ji Wuchang's body, and his eyes suddenly turned green.