Taoist theory believes that people have three souls and seven spirits, of which the soul is yang and the soul is yin. Human beings, born of the combination of yin and yang, are the greatest secret between heaven and earth.

And the so-called yang energy is actually the power of the fetal light among the three souls. The three souls of people, fetal light, refreshing spirit, and ghostly spirit. The light of the fetus is too clear and yang, and it is returned to the sky, and the master's yang longevity. The stronger the power of the fetus, the stronger the vitality of the person. In the same way, if a person's fetal light becomes weak, the physical body will become vain and weak, and he will be riddled with diseases. If the fetal light is completely lost, it means death.

Grabbing people's yang qi has been an extremely vicious act since ancient times. But this "yang energy" is the favorite thing of the "yin soul".

Taoist onmyoji can use spells to absorb the power of other people's fetal light and strengthen their own souls. Just like ghosts and ghosts, they can also strengthen themselves by stealing people's yang energy. The stronger the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, the more powerful the Onmyoji's divine soul power will be. God is felt in the sky, and the soul is felt in the earth. The strength of the divine soul determines the speed at which the Onmyoji comprehends the mysteries of heaven and earth.

In other words, the onmyoji on the square are all stealing people's yang energy. Then, with the help of the power of the heavenly vein, he comprehended the creation of heaven and earth, and forcibly improved his cultivation to the realm. It's a quick fix, but it's extremely risky, and it belongs to the realm of demons.

"Xiao Xin, the power of this formation is getting stronger and stronger, you must not step into it, otherwise you will be taken away immediately."

Outside the square, Lu Xin and Yue Buhei stood at the edge, looking at the appearance of hundreds of onmyoji cultivating cross-legged, with extremely gloomy expressions. Except for the two of them, only the Nine Stars Gang and a few tourists stood outside the square and watched. Some of them, looking at the star map with calm eyes, seemed to have long been surprised.

Lu Xin understood that although this formation built outside the Ghost Country Divine Palace would help the Onmyoji absorb Yang Qi, it would not completely extinguish the fetal light. This practice is undoubtedly a great temptation for those onmyoji who are in a hurry or who have reached a bottleneck in their cultivation.

"As soon as the sacrificial procession entered the Ghost Country Shrine, the gate was closed. Then the formation began to work, attracting almost everyone outside. Could there be any correlation between these two events? ”

Lu Xin stared at the Guikong Mountain Man and Jiang Hong'er for a moment, and always felt that something was wrong. The Tubo Festival is a unique sacrificial activity of the Diqiang tribe, and the entire capital city was also built by the Diqiang tribe. Now, when the sacrificial procession entered the Ghost Country Divine Palace, the gate was closed, and there was a large array of star maps to attract attention, and nine times out of ten they didn't want outsiders to affect their sacrificial activities. As soon as he thought of the two living boys and girls, Lu Xin felt very uncomfortable.

"You mean, what's so unsightly about this Tubo sacrifice? Or do you need to rely on this formation to accomplish something? ”

The moon is not dark and Lu Xin said that he also felt extremely frightened to think about it. At that moment, he immediately looked at the gate of the Ghost Country Shrine, and suddenly found that the entire top of the mountain was unexpectedly quiet and terrifying. The original sound of gongs and drums had completely disappeared, and even the whistling wind had stopped. The two glanced at each other, and with a tacit understanding, they walked around the square and walked in the direction of the gate.

The Ghost Kingdom Divine Palace was extremely huge, even dozens of times larger than the Imperial Palace in Chang'an City. The entrance is a bronze door, fifty zhang wide, not high, towering into the sky. Lu Xin pulled the knocker on the top of his head hard, but he didn't move at all.

"I'm afraid this bronze door weighs hundreds of millions of stones, and it will definitely not be able to be opened by brute force."

Yue Buhei looked at the lines on the bronze door for a moment, and his expression was solemn. Lu Xin naturally understood the meaning, and began to look at the carvings and handwriting on the door. After a while, Yue Bu Hei seemed to have a harvest, and placed his palm on a round bump.

Bang!

The door opened a gap, and though it didn't change from a distance, the gap was wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

"Fox, how did you open it? The pictures and words on this door should all be unique to the civilization of the Qiang tribe, and I can only understand 12 out of 10. ”

"Hey, hey, I don't understand it either, but ...... I read one of the sentences. It was written in the demon script, to the effect that sincerity is spiritual. ”

"Sincerity is spirit?"

"This Oni Country Shrine is more of a mausoleum than a temple. The person who was buried was the first ghost emperor Tubo. This old thing, which does not stop after death, in vain trying to be worshiped by the world, must have an ulterior secret. ”

Yue Buhei was the first to walk into the Ghost Country Shrine, and the world behind the door made his vision even more blurred. Although there was no thick fog all around, there was a closed roof high in the sky. There were some lanterns hanging in the air, but they were not bright. On both sides of the bronze gate, a statue of a god is erected. It was the bull head and horse face of the underworld, holding a steel fork, staring straight ahead. In the distance there is a lake, as wide as the sea, as far as the eye can see.

The clearing in front of the lake is covered with wind and sand, and there is a suspension bridge on it that leads to the end of the sight. Other than that, from the gate to the shore of the lake, there is nothing, like the most primitive wasteland. At this time, there was no shadow of the sacrificial procession at all. Even the sound of gongs and drums could not be heard. Lu Xin was a little hesitant to continue walking, but the moon was not dark but he was very excited, and insisted on going through the lake to see.

"According to the markings on the map, after the lake, you will find the lively Yinsi Street. The master said that it was originally a relic of an ancient ghost tribe, and was later converted into a huge market by the Diqiang tribe, specializing in buying and selling things that were not available in the yang world. I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at first, but then I was reminded by the master to figure it out. What is not in the yang world is what ordinary people can't see. This Yin Si Street is equivalent to the ghost market of Yunmengze. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, since that's the case, then it's even more important to take a look. The procession that sacrificed Tubo has already crossed the lake, and we will have to hurry up to keep up. ”

Yue Buhei grinned and walked up to the suspension bridge, under his feet were ancient wooden planks, stepping on it "creak", and the whole bridge was shaking. Maybe it's because walking on the lake makes the temperature extremely low, and even the slightest chill is blowing around. The two walked cautiously for about ten minutes, and a paper figure suddenly appeared in front of the suspension bridge, dressed in white and with a red face, holding an iron whip, and looking very terrible. At the same time, a large white mist filled the surrounding space, which quickly blocked the view of the two.

"The wind is empty, and the ground is foggy, this is the usual trick of our demons. What dare you confuse the emperor here? ”

Looking at the changes in front of him, Yue Buhei neither continued to move forward, nor did he appear to be afraid. With a wave of the folding fan in his hand, he opened his mouth and exhaled, blowing away a large area of white mist. The strange thing is that the paper figure that was originally more than ten meters away in front of him disappeared at this time. Lu Xin's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly held the Youxian Sword in his hand.

"Boom...... Where is the thief, dare to trespass on the Nai He Bridge and take his life! ”

A weird laugh, creepy. Immediately, countless white shadows flew out of the mist, brandishing iron whips and chattering strange laughter, and rushed towards the two of them. In Lu Xin's eyes, these white shadows are like living people, the only difference is the expression on their faces, all of which are the same. Stiff, cold, gloomy, and frightening.

The moon was not dark and immediately changed into the fox demon claws, and grabbed it violently into the void, and immediately three white shadows cracked, all of which turned into confetti and fell. But as soon as the three shadows disappeared, more white shadows flew out from the depths of the mist. For a time, it was dense, like an army of locusts. The two of them resisted for a moment, and found that these white shadows could not be killed at all. Although the strength is not strong, the victory is endless, and if it goes on like this, it will consume itself to death.

"Xiao Xin, there should be a small formation here that can allow these things to continue to derive. I'll conjure up my real body to attract them, and you go ahead and find a way to find the Eye. ”

Yue Buhei hurriedly finished speaking, roared angrily, and changed into the appearance of a demon fox. The huge body immediately attracted all the white shadows. Lu Xin hurriedly leaned over and rushed into the mist, only to see that the surroundings were white and the visibility was almost zero. But this scene made him even more sure that he had fallen into a certain formation. And as long as it is a formation, there will definitely be an eye of the formation, which is the foundation of the entire formation.

"The naked eye of man sees near but not far, before but not after, light but not dark. Therefore, gods and Buddhas must open their heavenly eyes in order to see all things clearly. ”

In the depths of the mist, Lu Xin closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart Sutra. Gradually, a light appeared on his forehead, like a third eye. This is a spell recorded in the "Dharma Shan Di Burial Sutra", which can break illusions.

"Found it!"

Although Lu Xin did not open his eyes at this time, where the light of the Buddha illuminated, all the scenes would appear in his mind. In fact, this is a spell that is powerful in the power of the divine soul in a short period of time, which is not clever, but it is very effective. In Lu Xin's mind, the paper figure he had seen before was standing on the bridge ten meters away, with a talisman pasted on his forehead. It should be the power of the talisman that makes the formation suddenly work. Without hesitation at the moment, he sacrificed the Youxian Sword, which passed through the paper figure in an instant and turned it into ashes. Soon after, all the fog around him dissipated, and the opposite shore of the lake appeared at the end of the view.

"Damn, the emperor knows that it's the paper man's ghost. This place is really weirdly tight. ”

After the moon was not dark and recovered, there were many more holes in the clothes, and there were even one or two obvious wounds. It can be seen that those white figures holding iron whips are by no means illusions.

"It should be a means for the sacrificial procession to stay, in order to prevent someone from sneaking behind. If I'm not mistaken, those people should have spotted us. ”

Lu Xin's brows tightened, and he was hesitating whether to continue walking. At this moment, the suspension bridge suddenly shook violently, and a large number of footsteps appeared behind him, and very quickly.

"Let's go, it seems that we are not the only ones who want to cross this bridge. Whatever lies ahead, cross the lake first. ”