Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 38 Seven Lamps

Fengzhao Zhenwu Temple, in front of the main hall is a square paved with square bricks, and in the center of the square is a large incense burner that can reach the height of a person's chest.

At this time, Qiu Shi had already bypassed the incense burner and sent the seniors from all schools to the steps going down the mountain.

But on the long steps, there were a few men dressed as soldiers with knives at their waists, carrying a corpse covered with a white cloth up the mountain.

The man in the lead seemed to be a general of the seventh rank, with a strong figure, stepped forward two steps, clasped his fists and said, "Is it Daoist Qiu Shi?"

Qiushi was wrapped in a sense of unease, bent his fingers subconsciously, and said, "It's the poor."

The man was a little bit sad, and said: "It's like this, Commander-in-Chief originally sent someone to ask for medicine from Zhenwu Temple, but it didn't arrive after a long wait, and the old lady was ill, so he sent three groups of people to inquire urgently, but When I was handing over to the state capital, I saw Taoist Jiuhe floating on the water..."

The surrounding monks and Taoists all looked sideways, with various expressions on their faces, but they were all mixed with a bit of shock that couldn't be concealed.

Duke Wei Ding cried out: "How could this happen?!"

Qiushi didn't say a word, but hurried a few steps, trying to reach out to uncover the white cloth, but was stopped by the general manager.

He turned his head suddenly, a few scarlet bloodshots appeared in his eyes.

The chief was startled, and quickly explained: "Master Nine Cranes seems to be poisonous. After some of my brothers met him, they died on the spot. They picked him to the shore with a bamboo pole, put him in a carriage, and brought him here. Daoist Qiu Shi, don't touch it rashly."

While speaking, he turned the main scabbard aside, and used the end of the scabbard to lift up a corner of the white cloth, revealing a pale, gray face underneath.

Qiu Shi concentrated on looking at this face, his fists clenched and trembling slightly, his Adam's apple slipped, and he let out a muffled hiss.

The monks and Taoists came to the side.

"Brother Jiuhe!"

Taoist Zhiyuan of Sanqing Temple took a close look, sighed sadly, took out three sticks of incense sticks from his sleeve, and recited the mantra.

"Shangqing Dongxuan, Huanglang Taiyuan, pure dharma body, falling down from the whole body, three or five trains, dispelling evil and breaking the miasma, the general of the Lingguan broke through the filth, came to pay homage, as urgent as a law."

After Taoist Zhiyuan finished reciting a dharma mantra, he combined three sticks of incense sticks in his hand, kneaded them into a handful of powder, and sprinkled them on Taoist Jiuhe.

That handful of incense powder spontaneously ignited without wind, and thousands of sparks were blown by with a gust of strong wind, and the white cloth was uncovered.

The aroma of the flames swirled in mid-air, fell downwards, and enveloped the whole body of Taoist Jiuhe.

Without the white cloth to cover it, the body of Taoist Master Nine Cranes was even more frightening. There was a hole piercing through his chest at the heart, his left arm was swollen and thicker than his thigh, and his five fingers were like purple carrots.

The sleeve on the right side was torn, and there were snake teeth marks on the forearm, and that piece of skin was wrinkled and shriveled.

But as those sparks loomed on the clothes and skin of Daoist Jiuhe, gradually extinguished, the fragrance became more intense, and the swollen left hand made a sound like deflation, and gradually returned to normal thickness. The poisonous wound on the right hand shrank, It also became plump again, and two streams of green blood flowed out from the fang marks of the poisonous snake.

When the sparks were completely extinguished and the fragrance faded away, Taoist Zhiyuan's face became even more resentful.

Because he found that in addition to these poisonous wounds, there were at least fourteen evil curses on the body of Daoist Jiuhe. If he didn't try to dissolve it, the body might melt into pulp in a few hours.

Great Master Yang Lian took two steps forward, wearing a bright red robe with streaks of bright gold and dark green interspersed with it, stomping on the ground with dry, bare feet.

Boom! !

A dozen or so people around felt the ground tremble slightly, and a seemingly invisible flame surged up from under the corpse of Taoist Nine Cranes, distorting the surrounding air slightly.

Some places where the Taoist robe of the corpse was damaged, there were sounds like glass shattering, dead wood breaking, and thick paper being torn.

It's just that the few evil spells entrenched in the belly of Taoist Nine Cranes are still stubbornly resisting, emitting a brown-yellow turbid light.

Master Yang Lian's brows were angry, and he stretched out a palm, but hesitated for a moment.

Just because the beard and hair of Daoist Jiuhe had been slightly curled under the heat, if he used more magic power, he might damage the body of Daoist Jiuhe first.

"Master Yanglian, let me do my part for Brother Jiuhe."

An old woman wearing a pointed hat and a plain white robe raised her hand to signal for the soldiers to put down the body of Taoist Jiuhe.

This old woman is Master Yuan Yuan of the Holy Mother Temple, and there are close friends who call her Grandmother Yuan.

The Virgin of Liu Xing, in the legend, is the youngest daughter of the Jade Emperor. Because she broke her jade sword, she was punished and descended to the earth. A god of good fortune.

Great Master Yang Lian calmed down the anger, Granny Yuan took off the bamboo hat on her head and threw it forward.

The bamboo hat spun like a wheel, flew flat, flew to the feet of Taoist Nine Cranes, turned around again, circled around his face, and finally stopped at the belly position, spinning continuously, without falling in the air.

The brownish-yellow turbid light was completely absorbed by the bamboo hat.

Granny Yuan took the bamboo hat in her hand and threw it again.

Many rivers in Jiaozhi are basically tributaries of the Red River. The water quality is turbid, red and yellow. Taoist Jiuhe was picked up from the water, and his body was also stained with dirt and cement. It appears that there are many places where the sand is compacted.

This time the bamboo hat flew past, but it removed these stains, making Taoist Jiuhe clean again.

Qiudi rushed to the front and saw such a Taoist Jiuhe.

If it weren't for the hole in his heart, this open-minded and free-spirited Taoist priest would seem to have just fallen asleep.

There was a cry of a bird in the air, and the big peacock flew out of Zhenwu Temple and landed beside Daoist Jiuhe.

The peacock's tail feathers brushed the trousers of Master Nine Cranes, and it walked around the Taoist Master Nine Cranes for a few steps. It never poked its head to peck like in the past, but just lowered its head to touch the side face of Master Nine Cranes.

Daoist Nine Cranes could no longer press its head down, the peacock was numb for a while, and suddenly raised its head to the sky, fluttering its wings and fluttering the wind, singing repeatedly.

In the sound, there is also a sigh of sadness in a trance.

Guan Luoyang stood among the crowd, watching this scene with a heavy heart.

The scenes of communicating with Daoist Jiuhe not long ago seem to be still in front of my eyes, and I still remember his low-pitched smile in the noodle shop, but it has become a memory that is impossible to see again.

The body of Taoist Nine Cranes was sent to the main hall, and all the disciples and Taoist boys arranged the mourning hall, wearing hemp and mourning.

In the afternoon, the news spread down the mountain, and there was an endless stream of people who came to mourn and worship.

Guan Luoyang saw Lao Hei wandering on the stone steps for a few times, but he didn't dare to come in, so he took the initiative to approach him.

"Are you here to pay homage to Daoist Jiuhe?"

"It's you!" Lao Hei still recognized Guan Luoyang, his eyes were red, and he saluted in a mournful voice, "Your Excellency, can you go in for me to burn incense for Taoist Nine Cranes? He died so early, I still can't enter this temple, help me to see him!!"

Old Hei was very sad, and his words were a little confusing, but Guan Luoyang could hear what he meant.

"it is good."

Guan Luoyang responded softly, and after entering the mourning hall, he knelt down three times to Taoist Jiuhe.

He had only bowed before, but these three kneelings were for Old Hei.

When he got up, Qiu Shi grabbed his sleeve and said in a low voice: "That's the owner of Lao Hei Ji Noodle Shop, don't let him stay there, he will be seen by all the mages, take him into the guest room from the back mountain Yard, let him live there for a while."

Guan Luoyang said: "You know about him?"

"Master told me."

Qiushi lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Master doesn't eat noodles and never goes to a noodle restaurant, but Master Uncle asked him a few words, which aroused his curiosity. After sending those words, he went to visit them quietly that night. gone."

"The main reason is not to let my brother Jiuying know that he is an old-fashioned..."

The words that day were still in his ears, Guan Luoyang counted silently, sighed softly, and went out to take Lao Hei to the back mountain.

Daoist Jiuhe stopped for seven days, and all the disciples of the Qiuzi generation from Zhenwu Temple rushed back, but Daoist Jiuying still didn't hear from him.

The entire Fengzhao Zhenwu Temple was immersed in an atmosphere of sadness and silence, but in the deepest part of sadness and worry, there were faintly depressing things brewing.

On the seventh day, there were still hundreds of families who came from all the prefectures to express their condolences. It was not until late at night when the dew was heavy that they became slightly deserted.

Dozens of Taoist priests dressed in hemp and filial piety, held lamps and held swords, got up tacitly, and guarded the Zhenwu Temple in awe.

A layer of plant ash was spread outside the mourning hall. From the mourning hall to the mountain gate, a bamboo pole was inserted every foot and a piece of paper money was pasted.

Entrusted by Qiushi, Guan Luoyang used a force that combined rigidity and softness to pierce the bamboo poles through the stone bricks, reaching directly into the soil.

He inserted the last bamboo pole at the mountain gate and looked up.

In front of the main hall, Qiu Di stood there holding a white lantern, and looked back at the mourning hall.

Qiu Shi placed seven lamps around the body of Taoist Master Nine Cranes, walked over step by step, and cast a yellow talisman into each lamp.

After a person dies, the first seven return to the soul is actually a misty legend. There are many souls who don't have this opportunity, or after returning to the world, they can't find the door.

But Daoist Jiuhe has achieved success in practice, and Qiu Shi specially arranged such a battle, and must let the soul of Daoist Jiuhe have a chance to return to the yang world again.

"For a person of Taoism, death is just the end of this life in the world of mortals, and it cannot be regarded as the real end."

Qiu Shi danced the Dharma sword in his hand, walked around the hall, chanting the incantation of calling back souls in his mouth, and chanting it silently in his heart.

"Uncle, come back once, come back and tell me everything you saw, come back and tell me, any clues..."

There is a wind blowing from the bottom of the mountain, blowing all the way up around the long stone steps, and the paper money on every bamboo pole is blown.

Whoop! ! ! !
In the mourning hall, the flames of seven small oil lamps shot up half a foot high at the same time.

(End of this chapter)