Lao Dao looked at it, and the ten-mile lotus pond was tightly covered with lotus leaves, and sighed: "I am afraid it is impossible to find the broken head in this lotus pond." ”

"Master wants to take care of this?"

"I don't want to worry about it," Lao Dao got up and picked a wicker, and then instructed the disciples to take out the Dharma Sutra, then put the Dharma Sutra on the pu kui fan, pulled the wicker in the water, pulled it out and shook it, and there were droplets of water falling down. It was getting dark, and the lotus pond was in a state of silence. Lao Dao recited the Dharma Sutra thirteen times before summoning the unjust souls in the lotus pond. But the soul is invisible and invisible to the naked eye. Although Lao Dao summoned the soul, he only felt the chill in front of him. Then, he motioned for the disciple to remain silent, and then closed his eyes and meditated to cast a spell to let the soul out of his body.

"What is the name and surname of the person who came?" The souls had their own words, and the old soul said to the wronged souls: "Say your name, and I can find your bones, and sew up your severed head, so that you can be reincarnated." ”

But if the spirit did not answer, it seemed to be about to dissipate.

"Where, and why did they fall here?" asked Lao Dao again.

The spirit still didn't answer.

After asking each other like this more than ten times, the soul did not say a word after all, but just floated in a trance. The old Taoist knew that there was no dream soul in this soul, and he lost his memory, like dementia, and he couldn't ask anything more. If the soul is out of the body for too long, it will be scattered, so the old Tao let the soul go back to the guillotine where it lodges, and he also returned to the body.

Seeing that Lao Dao opened his eyes, the apprentice hurriedly went up and called, "Master, that unjust soul has a name."

Lao Dao stood up and said, "Naturally, there are names, but without a dream soul, you will lose your memories and forget everything. Let's go, the grievances here have no beginning and no tail, and there is nothing that can be done for the teacher. ”

"Master, we can go to the town opposite and ask, maybe the ghosts in this river are the people from that town. ”

"Okay," Lao Dao sighed, "I'm waiting for the cultivation of the Dao, the demon is okay, and the matter of conjuring the soul is not enough." Therefore, the teacher was reluctant to meddle in too many supernatural things, but he had no choice but to accept a kind apprentice. ”

"Master, you have to find a way to save the souls in this lotus pond, I think that's a good person. ”

At dawn the next day, Lao Dao knocked on the door of a mansion outside River Town, and a middle-aged man who looked like a literati rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the door. Lao Dao immediately stepped forward to ask for food. When the boy saw the owner of the house, there were tears in his eyes, as if he had seen a relative, but no one cared about his slightly sad look.

The owner of the house invited the old Taoist master and apprentice into the house, and ordered his subordinates to take out cold steamed buns to entertain.

"Thank you!" Lao Dao gave the steamed buns to the apprentices, and asked the literati, "The surname of the good family?"

"Under Li Xiangcai," he said, "the Taoist chief came early, and the contempt family hasn't made breakfast yet." ”

"Li Jushi is polite, with steamed buns to treat each other, I can't thank the apprentice for it. Lao Dao took a bite of the steamed bun and asked, "This is River Town?"

"It is the river town of the lotus pond ten miles outside Qinghe County. Li Xiangcai inadvertently looked at the boy, and the boy was also looking at him. He seemed to feel a kind of kindness in Tong'er's eyes, but he didn't pay much attention and continued to talk to Lao Dao.

"Oh, I heard that River Town is a good place," Lao Dao said, "I have heard that there are two great treasures in River Town in Qinghe County, but I don't know which two treasures they are?"

Li Xiangcai sighed, a little sadness revealed, "Where is there any treasure in River Town, it's just a store and a person with a reputation." Speaking of that person, he was my son-in-law-to-be, but he went to Beijing to take the exam a year ago, and his whereabouts have been unknown since then. ”

"Li Jushi mourns," Lao Dao thought for a while, and after a while, he said, "I don't know what this person's name is?"

Li Xiangcai felt a little dissatisfied, and didn't know why this old Taoist cared a lot about Zhu Yun, but he was familiar with the books of sages and sages, and he was polite in receiving people, so he sighed and replied: "His name is Zhu Yun, the word Pengjun, he passed the township examination at the age of ten, passed the examination before he was fourteen, and became a person at the age of sixteen, and he is a rare literary talent in Qinghe County." What's more, Zhu Yun is also strong in martial arts, and when he was fifteen years old, he single-handedly repelled a group of wandering thieves who came to invade River Town...... "He didn't want to talk more to Lao Dao, but when he talked about Zhu Yunlai, he unconsciously gushed endlessly. Maybe in his heart, Zhu Yun is the uncle who makes him satisfied, and that Huang Lang is just forced to marry his beloved daughter.

"This Zhu Yun is really good!" The old Taoist apprentice was deeply attracted by Zhu Yun's story, and couldn't help but admire, but there is another layer of friendship in this sentence, but no one can understand it.

Lao Dao finished eating the steamed buns, saluted Li Xiangcai again, and then left Li's house with his apprentice. The two of them walked out of the river town and came to the river, and when there was no one at night, Lao Dao took out the Dharma Sutra and prepared to summon the unjust soul in the river again. He carved the word Zhu Yun on a wooden board, bit his finger, wrote a spell around the board with blood, and then threw the board into the water. If the ghost in the river is Zhu Yun, the spell engraved with Zhu Yun's name will summon him.

Afterwards, Lao Dao exerted spiritual power on his eyes, allowing them to see the soul. In a moment, the unjust soul that suddenly came from the lotus pond swayed in front of Lao Dao, and now it can be confirmed that this unjust soul is Zhu Yun. Then, Lao Dao took out a puppet from his arms, used a spiritual method to pull out a clear stream from the water, and introduced Zhu Yun's soul into the puppet with the help of water vapor.

"Master," the boy's tone seemed to be in a hurry, "has the soul come?"

"I've been included in this puppet for my teacher," Lao Dao shook the puppet in his hand.

"It's really Zhu Yun!" Tong Er was stunned, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop flowing, but in the dark night, the master didn't see his sadness.

Lao Dao took out a bundle of white thread, wet it in the water, and then wrapped the puppet with the wet thread and hung it in the water. He was originally a water spirit Taoist, and all the spells he knew were related to water, and he didn't know much about the spells of conjuring souls, but it was so cumbersome to collect a soul.

After about a quarter of an hour, Lao Dao finally finished casting the spell, and dragged the puppet in the water and held it in his hand. In the darkness, the puppet swayed and seemed to come to life. But this is not a resurrection technique, it is just to give Zhu Yun's soul a temporary body, and it can prevent the soul from flying away within three years.

Lao Dao made it clear to the puppet and said: "Your body is in a different place, and your soul cannot be reincarnated." It is important to know that the soul only exists in the world for a year, and it will disappear after a year. You died a year ago, and now it has not dissipated, thanks to the aura of the lotus pond, this is not easy, but it is not far from the time when your soul will be scattered. Now, I have given you a body with a puppet of water, and I have wrapped it with a thread of water to keep your soul from the puppet, so that you may survive in this water for three years. Remember, you must feed on lotus rhizomes every day and never come to the surface. ”

"Master, can't you save him?" said excitedly: "This Zhu Yun is a good person, you have to save him!"

"As a teacher's spiritual power, he can only ensure that his soul will not be lost in three years. ”

"Is there anything else that can be done to save him?" he said, his voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be sobbing. But the careless old way still did not find.