Hongguang Temple, the monk Sineng walked out of the wing, and his face, which was originally like a bitter gourd, was more like a bitter gourd.

"Master, what's going on inside? Is Sister Ruoxi still inside? Pang Xinying jumped over with a large pile of snacks, she was prepared for Ruoxi, but Ruoxi at this time was not in the mood to eat at all, and she didn't even want to see anyone, just stayed by Lu Xiaonan's side, her eyes were bloodshot.

"It's been six days, it's still like that, the trauma is basically healed, and all the functions of the body are normal, but, alas, ......"

Monk Sineng shook his head, all the methods he could use were used, but Lu Xiaonan just couldn't wake up, lying on the bed like a living dead. For the treatment of Lu Xiaonan's injury, he basically didn't do much except to beat him, and the large pile of pills that Ruoxi took out almost made him vomit blood and die, is this treating Lu Xiaonan's little injury? No, this is tempting him to sin, these elixirs alone are enough to make a dying person live for another hundred years, enough to pile up a fool into a master of cultivation.

Si Neng pinched his thigh fiercely, alas, people are more angry than people, just the pills that Ruoxi took out are comparable to the savings of a medium-sized sect for thousands of years, and he has never seen so many pills in his decades of practice. Back then, there was an extremely powerful master who was injured and came to ask for medicine, and she couldn't get a very heavy promise, but she took it out for Lu Xiaonan, who is this kid? not only let himself accept him as an apprentice, but also willingly offended the behemoth of the Kunlun faction for him, this relationship is not simple.

Sineng touched his chin, and there was some gossip in his heart, he didn't know much about the past, and he only knew that this Hongguang Temple had stood for thousands of years and had gone through all kinds of natural and man-made disasters, soldiers, and bandits, all because of two extremely bullish characters. One of these two bull fork characters is Ruoxi, whose body is likely to be a snake demon, but the fact that the snake demon can live in a Buddhist temple itself is very revealing, maybe it is the boundless purification of Buddhism.

Miss Ruoxi practices in seclusion on weekdays, and does not leave the temple, that is, she has only gone out frequently in recent months, so it should be from the end of August this year, this is when Lu Xiaonan came to Yizhou University, is this Lu Xiaonan some relative of Miss Ruoxi, or what descendant of the deceased? Monk Sineng had a lot of questions in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask Ruoxi to ask, and he didn't dare to touch that moldy head.

"Then, isn't Sister Ruoxi very sad?" Pang Xinying was anxious, "No, I have to go in and take a look, I haven't eaten or drunk for six days, and I can't let my sister drag down her body." ”

"Wait." Monk Sineng stopped the girl who was smiling and thinking of anything, "Miss, no one wants to see you now, it's not good for you to go in." ”

"What then?" Pang Xinying's face was full of anxiety, walking around the door, and suddenly stomped his feet, "Where did Tufeng, this dead fat man go, isn't he Xiao Nan's good friend, even if he can't help, it's good to think about it, he hasn't appeared for six days, and when I see him, this girl must make him look good!" ”

At this time, Tu Feng, who had just returned to school, suddenly sneezed twice, felt cold, shrunk his neck, and walked quickly into the classroom, where there were many people and felt much warmer.

This time he went back to Zixiaoguan, but he secretly got two jars of good wine treasured by the second senior brother, this wine has great stamina, he didn't believe that he couldn't get drunk with these two jars of wine, Lu Xiaonan's guy, he couldn't help laughing, and the surrounding classmates looked at him like monsters.

Tufeng didn't care, the bell rang at noon, so he rushed out of the school gate, jumped on the bus and went straight to Hongguang Temple, Lu Xiaonan was not in school, it must be in Hongguang Temple, except for these two places, there is no other place to go.

In the backyard of Hongguang Temple, the door finally opened, Ruoxi walked out with a tired face, and instructed Monk Sineng, "You prepare something, tonight, I will summon the soul of Xiaonan." ”

"The Conjuring? Miss, that's witchcraft, you ......."

"As long as I can save Xiao Nan, even if I can use magic spells, I can still use them, let alone witchcraft? Just do as I am told, just prepare the altar and the incense, candles, paper money, and everything else. "The door was closed again.

Sineng spread his hands, "Using witchcraft in the Buddhist temple, alas, the temple will not be a temple, and the monk will not be a monk." Sineng shook his head, but he still actively prepared according to the instructions, but when Tufeng arrived, Sineng had a few more things to prepare, especially to prepare black dog blood and a big rooster that had been snow-white and colorless, which made Sineng unbearable, but think about it After all, Tufeng is a Taoist person, and he still knows more than himself in this regard, not to mention that this is saving his apprentice.

Tu Feng told Si Neng very seriously, conjuring spirits is no longer a unique spell of witchcraft that has long been lost, there are also things similar to conjuring spirits in Taoism, many things of witchcraft have long been integrated with Taoism, anyway, the black cat and the white cat are good cats if they catch mice, what kind of tricks do you care about him, it is the best magic to save Lu Xiaonan, and now it is so clear that it is the enemy of all Taoists, especially those Taoist priests in Maoshan who deal with corpses all year round, they don't look for you to fight hard.

Si Neng rolled his eyes, do you think this master doesn't know this, but you kid knows who Miss Ruoxi is, so she won't use those plausible Taoist spiritualism, if you want to use authentic witchcraft, the authentic witchcraft inherited from the ancient Chinese lineage, these ancient spells are only after Miss Ruoxi doesn't know how many sects she has robbed, and she will be involved in the cultivation of the temple for thousands of years.

In the end, he couldn't stand Tu Feng and couldn't stop talking, so he kicked Tu Feng's buttocks, "When the time comes soon, Miss Ruoxi is about to cast a spell, our task is to protect Lu Xiaonan's body from infringement, you fat monkey can't stop it." ”

Tu Feng got up hatefully, but when he looked up, he saw Ruoxi with Yun temples high and Ruoxi in a white long skirt coming, so he had to close his mouth and glared at Monk Sineng fiercely.

At this time, it is the end of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, there is no moon or cloud in the sky, and the stars are clear and cold.

Before the incense case, Ruoxi was holding a bone sword that was polished by some bone, and there were still a little dark blood spots on it, and with a slight wave, a gust of cold wind overflowed from the bone sword, and the protectors on the side, Sineng and Tu Feng, couldn't help but clench their arms, and Pang Xinying hid in the distance early.

Ruoxi glanced at Lu Xiaonan, who was guarded by Sineng and Tu Feng, lying on top of the soft collapse, and couldn't help but take a deep breath and began to chant the spell. After reciting the incantation for half an hour, the hosta in her hair exploded, her long hair fluttering like a waterfall without wind, and her face was bloodless, like a ghost.

The Beidou handle in autumn is facing west, and above the second star of the bucket handle, Kaiyang Star, there is a trace of Qinghui Huo Ran breaking away from the entanglement of the stars, passing through layers of space and time obstruction, and shining directly on the bone ancient sword held high by Ruoxi, making a crisp clicking sound.

In an instant, the bone sword lit up the night sky like a beacon fire in the dark night.

"The soul is back! Go to the king's constant work, what is the Quartet? The pleasure of giving up the king, and leaving the other ominous. The Soul Returns! There is no heaven. The tiger and leopard have nine levels, pecking at the next people. One husband has nine heads, and nine thousand trees are pulled. Jackals follow their eyes, and they come and go. Hang people to play, cast into the abyss. Fatal to the emperor, and then blind. The rivers and mountains are swinging, and their blessings are gone, and the soul returns! Return! (Note)

The bone sword pointed at the ten soul lamps that represented the three souls and seven spirits in front of the altar incense case, and the ten lamps lit up in turn.

Ruoxi bit the index finger of her right hand and dripped a drop of essence blood on the bone sword, which emitted a cheerful sound of longing.

She scolded lightly, "Corpse dog, return!" ”

One of the lamps, which represented the corpse dog, one of the seven spirits, immediately shone brightly, and a trace of green qi peeled off in the light, circling around the altar, and finally burrowed into Lu Xiaonan's body.

He dripped the second drop of essence blood on the bone sword, "Fu Ya, return!" ”

Then came the third drop of essence blood, "Sparrow Yin, return!" ”

"Swallow the thief, return!"

"Non-poisonous, return!"

"Remove the filth, return!"

"Stinky lungs, return!"

When the Seven Spirits returned, Lu Xiaonan's body was obviously ruddy, and his breathing was more stable.

Ruoxi Xiang before the incense case was drenched in sweat, missing seven drops of essence blood, and her body was a little weak, but her face was still grim, and the next three souls were extremely important, and the success or failure of the soul conjuring was all related to the three souls.

Ruoxi dropped a drop of essence blood on the bone sword again, this time the bone sword actually burped, as if he was no longer willing to accept the command of the sword wielder, but he heard Ruoxi snort coldly, and his wrist shook, "Heavenly soul, return!" ”

The bone sword was silent for a moment, but still lit a trace of clear light on the soul lamp representing the heavenly soul, and the soul lamp immediately burst out with a full meter of light, but with this light, the flickering god will flash in the soul lamp at the same time, although it is only a phantom, but the entire altar that is oppressive by the power is crumbling.

"Bold! Who dares to summon spirits! ”

Note: An excerpt from Song Yu's "Conjuring Spirits" of the Warring States period, with changes.