Returning the soul, the three souls are in place, in fact, most warlocks are reluctant to take on such an errand.

The soul that has been out of the body belongs to the yin, and the soul is different from the soul summoning, the former is that the body is dead, and the latter is just in the state of losing the soul.

It is not uncommon in history to bring the dead back to life, and some skilled doctors have an idiom to describe it as "rejuvenation of the wonderful hands"

, which is more common in medicine, pulls back some people who were originally out of breath and heartbeat.

If the Taoist priest plays this trick, it is a corpse, which is very unlucky and full of danger.

The danger comes from another world, and the Taoist priest believes that birth, old age, sickness and death are all natural laws, irreversible and inviolable.

How long do people live, rich and poor are destined to be born, so they call it Yangshou when they are alive.

This yang life is over, and people are naturally gone, such as Yuan Xiaobai, she has now canceled her account in the book of life and death, you insist on letting her come back and bounce around, isn't that a mess of heaven?

There are no rules, there is no circle, there is a law in the yang, and there is a law in the underworld, if Yuan Xiaobai comes back to life again, how can she count her yang life?

Cha Wenbin thought about it, but there was only one way, and that could only be a trick to hide from the world.

This method is a bit damaged, this person dies, there are several kinds, the most common is old death, and Yang Shou is exhausted.

There is another kind of accident, what kind of natural disaster**, accident vendetta, this kind of person actually has no end to his yang life, but the body has been destroyed, and there is no way.

What he wants to do is to save the girl first, and then find a person who died horizontally, and use his yang shou to continue to Xiaobai, then the two must have the same birth dates, and they both have to be female, and then change Xiaobai's name.

It must be explained that this thing belongs to evil magic and is despised by the righteous path.

It is this method that Li Shenxian handed over to Cha Wenbin, which is said to have been invented by a Taoist priest from Jiangxi during the reign of Huizong of the Song Dynasty.

After inventing this trick, this guy originally wanted to enter the court to get a way to live a long life with the emperor Lao'er, but unfortunately when he arrived at Kaifeng Mansion, he was already captured by the Jin people and taken prisoner.

In the years of war and chaos, he went all the way along the Yellow River to Dajin to offer flattery, but unfortunately his destiny had arrived, and when he crossed the river, he happened to capsize, and he died of a cold shortly after being rescued.

The one who saved was the ancestor of Li Shenxian, named Tiancong Daoren, the Taoist priest wanted to come back from the dead, so he handed over the method he had figured out to Tiancong, wanting Tiancong to pull him after he died.

Tiancong is a decent person, and he feels evil behind the scenes of this spell, which is a matter of messing up the ethical rules, but he burned the Jiangxi Taoist priest clean with a fire, and scattered the ashes into the Yellow River.

When people die, things are still left, the ancestors do things like this, and the bad things are collected and called forbidden arts, and no one has ever used them when they are passed on to Li Shenxian.

Just because Tiancong thinks that this method is too vicious, the soul of the borrowed person will not be reconciled, and the caster is likely to be punished by heaven.

Where can Cha Wenbin manage so much, he went upstairs first, holding a small jar in his hand, the jar was empty at both ends, and the bottom was sealed with a talisman at one end.

The door was easily opened, and it was pitch black as usual, and a red candle was taken and lit thinly, and the room was suddenly dimly lit.

"Xiaobai, are you there?"

Cha Wenbin shouted softly.

Lao Xia stretched on the bed and said, "Don't shout, people are afraid when they see you like that." ”

Cha Wenbin took the evil bell and shook it gently: "The dead soul doesn't ask where it is, the bell rings on both sides of the soul road, please enter the urn without thinking, Lao Jun will take you back to your hometown!" ”

A piece of talisman paper was clamped in his hand, lit like a candle, and walked back and forth around the room three times and two times, as if he had found something, he pointed to the corner of the wall and shouted: "Quickly surrender!" ”

A faint figure, not very clear, black under the light of the fire, Cha Wenbin turned a jar towards the shadow twice, and suddenly the bell in his hand was loud, Lao Xia seemed to hear a woman's frightened scream.

In the middle of the night, in the empty room, the voice of the person who screamed was chilling in his heart.

He knew that she had been their friend, but now she was facing a seemingly ruthless Taoist priest.

Downstairs, next to the coffin, Lao Xia was smoking a cigarette by himself, looking at the woman lying in the coffin that opened the door, he thought about it.

Lao Cha thought he had something to say, so he stopped what he was busy doing and asked, "Something?" ”

Lao Xia touched the back of his head and said very seriously: "It's really a pity......"

To return the soul, you need to set up a soul restoration array, and now a pure white sheet has been laid on the ground, and Yuan Xiaobai has been carried out of the coffin.

A total of seventy-seven and forty-nine candles were lit around her, this was not romance, it was a leap of death, her face, her body, the pale yellow candlelight was like a lantern urging life.

An old-fashioned brush, I don't know where he got it, Lao Xia said, the front of the pen is split like an old hen's tail.

A small dish, the dish is empty, Lao Cha sat on the ground and talked to the air seriously, yes, yes, anyway, Lao Xia said that he didn't understand, he only felt dizzy.

It was close to the early hours of the morning, and Lao Xia didn't know how long he was going to get it, there was a sofa in the living room, and Lao Xia felt tired and went up to lie down.

The Yuan family's house was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, a layer of white gauze faintly revealed the hazy moonlight outside, and when he closed his clothes, Lao Xia's snoring gradually rose, he only felt that he was so tired, and only later did he know that it was because the yang energy of all the living people in this house was suddenly decreasing.

Have you ever seen hell?

The living have never seen it, and the real underworld can only be seen when you are dead, and the dead cannot speak.

Lao Xia felt a little cold, he curled up, bursts of chill penetrated into his skin, followed the muscles to the bone marrow, and suddenly a shiver woke him up.

His eyelids were very heavy, and he was so vague that he could see that Cha Wenbin was still sitting there, but he always felt that there were many people in this room, and those people were beside him, and they even felt like they were rubbing against each other.

"Don't move."

Lao Cha didn't know when he had gotten up, he attached himself to Lao Xia's ear and said softly: "You haven't seen anything, you haven't heard anything, Ming'er went out early in the morning to find a temple with a strong incense and stayed all day to go to bad luck." ”

Lao Xia wanted to ask, but his mouth had already been covered by Cha Wenbin, and he made a silent gesture to him.

Lao Xia rolled his eyes, glanced at it sharply, and suddenly saw that there seemed to be several pairs of large handprints on the floor-to-ceiling windows, which were still wandering in the black.

"Woo ......"

He wanted to remind Cha Wenbin, but Cha Wenbin gave him a weird smile, he showed a mouthful of big white teeth, but Lao Xia felt that Cha Wenbin's open mouth was a touch of scarlet, like a beast that wanted to eat people, this was by no means like the Taoist priest he knew.

What are the laws of nature?

Big fish eat little fish!

Cha Wenbin knew that he would be torn to shreds if he was not worse than them when dealing with this group of evil ghosts, and tonight he opened a hole, a small gate of hell, in this old mansion!

From today onwards, no one can live here, as he and Mr. Yuan have explained.

The Yang Mansion has become a Yin House, and now the Yuan Family Mansion is a big tomb standing in the modern city, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts within a radius of ten miles will come to report tonight, which is really extraordinarily dangerous.

An hour ago, Cha Wenbin had already cut Yuan Xiaobai's middle finger, her blood was still warm, and it began to flow into the small bowl from between her fingers.

Dipping a little and putting it in his mouth, Cha Wenbin sighed, a little salty.

There's a part of this blood, he thought to himself.

Another knife, this time it was his own, and the blood of the two people mixed again.

Witchcraft began with blood sacrifices, and the ancients believed that a person's blood contained his soul.

Maybe the Taoist priest who created this spell back then would not have thought until he died, and it would be a thousand years before someone would use it again.

Cha Wenbin's fingers quickly gestured in the bowl, the blood wound into a whirlpool, little by little, his fingers became faster and faster, and the blood was about to splash out and fall back several times.

Probably because the blood was fully mixed, the forked brush stirred gently, and the originally dry and messy brush blade instantly seemed to come to life, and it began to become soft.

The broken or crooked hairs greedily absorbed the blood in the bowl, and he only felt that the weight of the pen was no longer something he could lift.

This is the key to the gate of hell, collect the three hairs in the center of the heavenly spirit cover of the 1,000 deceased, half male and half female, and all of these dead are from the same birth date, namely: lunar year, lunar month, lunar time, lunar moment, a total of 3,000 hairs.

The barrel of the pen is made of the leg bones of an old man who lived to be one hundred and twenty years old and full of two Jiazi reincarnations, which is simply an evil thing, and it took decades of painstaking efforts for the Jiangxi Taoist priest to collect it.

When Cha Wenbin saw the old man take it out and tell the truth behind it, Cha Wenbin suddenly felt that he had done such a frenzied and immoral thing.

Those three hairs are where the three souls of people are, and the Taoist priest took the souls of thousands of people and sealed them in that leg bone.

There are two Jiazi reincarnations in the leg bones, symbolizing the yin and yang longevity, the dead soul in this leg bone eternal life and death alternately, ten thousand years can not be reborn, this resentment is accumulating more and more, and it is impossible to detach at all.

The so-called fighting poison with poison, if you want to open the underworld, it is impossible for thousands of people to cry, which is the origin of this name.

Taking a deep breath, Cha Wenbin slowly lifted this incomparably heavy thousand people and cried, and drew lightly with the first stroke of the white sheet.

It didn't seem to require him to do anything at all, the pen was gently roaming around with his wrist, and the pattern that the old man had shown him was so complex that he felt that it was more than any symbol.

What kind of picture is this?

A crazy crusade of ten thousand ghosts, they want to tear this seal, they want to break out of this cage, this is the cry of the dead, it is the dance of death.

It turned out that this picture was not drawn by a man, but by a thousand souls who had sung it......