The box was long and wide enough to hold one person, and the surface was covered with rune paper with white and red letters.

On the paper, it should be a rune drawn with cinnabar, and the lines are arranged treacherously, and the rules cannot be seen, but the overall look gives people a feeling of numbness on the scalp.

"Your Highness, Brother Lin, don't touch these talismans." After Xia Qingyang finished speaking, he reached out and took off a piece of talisman paper.

And as soon as she held the rune paper in her hand, she was suddenly surrounded by a cold and evil feeling.

"You try to burn it with fire first." Daojun instructed her.

Xia Qingyang took out the fire fold from his personal space, lit it with a click, and then stretched the corner of the rune paper into the flame. Who knew that the rune paper was not ignited at all, not even charred, and the surface was intact.

Ren Yi and Lin Menglong were also watching this scene from the side, a little surprised.

Xia Qingyang listened to Daojun again, mobilized the power of faith, and condensed it at his fingertips.

And the next moment, I saw that the talisman paper between her two fingers suddenly spontaneously combusted in her hand.

Xia Qingyang let go of his hand abruptly and watched as the rune paper turned into ashes and fell into the dirt.

"Qingyang, how is it." Ren Yi asked.

"Well, it can be solved. As long as you destroy these runes, bury these corpses properly, and do a ritual to exceed, the resentment here will dissipate. Xia Qingyang gave Ren Yi an affirmative answer.

Ren Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what does the pattern on this talisman mean?" ”

Xia Qingyang listened to Daojun's explanation, and retold it in a way that Ren Yi and they could understand: "The rune paper is used to trap souls, it can make those wandering spirits linger forever in the place where they were dying, and they are in the pain before death day and night, which is a very evil spell. These runes are actually a kind of writing that can communicate yin and yang. ”

For example, this underworld is now like a petri dish of yin energy.

The nearby spirits have been tortured in various ways, and they will only become more and more resentful, and if they are left alone, they can easily become evil spirits.

Xia Qingyang destroyed the runes on the three boxes one by one with the power of faith.

The trio continued to dig. And he put all the boxes that were dug up on the slope.

The sun is moving westward.

In this way, it was not until the sun went down and in the evening that Xia Qingyang finally shouted to stop and told the two that this was the last box.

In fact, with Xia Qingyang here, it is very easy to dig the soil. However, they had to be careful not to destroy the chests and not leave the runes in the soil, which was quite time-consuming.

Lin Menglong let out a sigh of relief with a shovel, and looked back and counted: "One, two......"

"Thirty-six." Ren Yi told him directly.

Lin Menglong was stunned for a moment, and realized that it was probably every time he dug out, Ren Yi was calculating the numbers in his heart.

Now there are thirty-six wooden chests here, which means that there were thirty-six innocent sacrifices in the suburbs.

They arranged the boxes according to what Xia Qingyang said.

"Do you need to prepare anything?" Ren Yi asked.

According to the understanding of ordinary people, if you want to do things to surpass the soul, you should fast, set up an altar, three ascend the altar, four chant sutras, and five alms of food and chemical treasures, which is a very time-consuming and labor-intensive thing.

However, in the words of Daojun, those are mortals who have to do it because of their own lack of strength.

The more powerful the Dao Master, the more he does things or casts spells, the less he needs those bells and whistles.

Although Xia Qingyang is not a Taoist, she is a professional counterpart.

Originally, the power of faith was a special power that only the Heavenly Dao could refine and use. It comes from the faith and will of thousands of beings in the three thousand worlds, and it is the "source" of everything.

It's easy to use it to overhaul a soul that is plagued by resentment.

Xia Qingyang asked Ren Yi and Lin Menglong to retreat to a farther place.

He stood in front of the wooden boxes, his index fingers facing each other, and stretched out his palms, so that the power of faith could be condensed in his hands.

At this time, it is almost time.

The moonlight was as clear as water, but the branches of the trees overlapped each other, and it was as black as ink at night.

There was no one around, and there was no life, as if even the birds and insects didn't want to stay in this place, and the wilderness was quiet.

Xia Qingyang followed what Daojun taught, and lightly recited a mantra for conjuring spirits.

"The sky is clear, the yin and the yang are clear, the wandering soul, where to stay. The three souls are coming, the spirit is coming, the soul is returning, and the urgency is like the law-"

After reciting this mantra, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the air, where there was no wind at all.

Xia Qingyang slowly opened his eyes and saw that behind the box, from hiding to appearing, a series of figures gradually appeared-

There are old people who are dying, and there are young people who are strong and strong.

I saw that except for their pale faces and empty eyes, they seemed to be no different from ordinary people.

Xia Qingyang also saw the uncle who drove her through the suburbs two days ago, and the family of four mentioned by Lao Shu.

"It's because you destroyed the spell that tormented them and freed them, that's why these ghosts look like they are." Daojun sat cross-legged and said lightly, "If those charms are still there, and you summon them, it won't be so peaceful." Alright, give them the power of faith, and let them die. ”

Xia Qingyang spread out his palms and nodded lightly in the direction of the ghosts.

There seemed to be a hint of hesitation in the ghosts' originally sluggish expressions.

In the end, it was the uncle who was the first to walk towards her.

"Most of these people are only trapped here, so they seem a little wooden." Daojun explained to her, "But this chauffeur who planted you, trapped with two souls and four spirits, is the one who retains the most consciousness before his death, and also has the heaviest yin qi. It can even be manifested in the world for a short time. ”

I see.

Xia Qingyang watched his uncle take the lead in coming to him.

Under the traction of the power of faith, wisps of black gas emerged from the uncle's body, and these black gases slowly dissipated into the air. And the uncle's expression also became more calm and gentle after the black qi dissipated.

Xia Qingyang's hands were originally full of faith power, so they lost a lot.

"One person consumes so much, how much does thirty-six people get." Daojun's flesh hurt enough, "There is still a Quanling City behind it, alas." Before leaving this copy, be sure to ask Ren Yi to build temples and monuments for you all over the country, do you hear it! ”

Xia Qingyang couldn't cry or laugh: "I know." ”

When the other ghosts saw that the uncle had made a sample, they all followed the line and stepped forward.

When it was the turn of the family of four, the little girl took her mother's hand and refused to leave, looking behind her eyes persistently.

Xia Qingyang's heart moved, bent down slightly, and said softly: "You can't take that box with you, if you want it very much, I'll dig it out and burn it for you later, okay?" ”

The little girl hesitated and turned her head and nodded.

Xia Qingyang used the power of faith to draw out the remaining resentment in the bodies of these wandering spirits, and then recited the mantra to exceeded them one by one.

The soul that has been overtaken quickly dissipates.

But Xia Qingyang's expression was still a little dignified.

Because, the number of people is wrong.

There are thirty-six boxes here.

But there were only twenty-four spirits that were summoned by the conjuring spell just now.

Where have the twelve geismos gone?