I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 89
The mountain ghost is originally a mountain god advocated by the Chu State, and countless tribes even use the mountain ghost as a totem.

The mountain spirits who have stayed in the deep mountains and old forests for generations.

As for the mountain ghost secret technique.

That's calling back souls.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine boys and girls were barefoot, dressed as mountain ghosts, humming unknown tunes, and walked on the square in the middle of Xianyang.

There are solemn and solemn Jiuding placed in the square, facing nine directions respectively.

The ancestors often said, "Ask for the top in the Central Plains, and if you win the nine tripods, you will win the world."

The Nine Dings was originally the emperor of Zhou standing in Luoyang Wangjili. When you tap the Nine Dings, you can get a passionate elegy for Qingyue.

Ceremony breaks and music breaks, and Wa Ke thunders.

Ye Ye shook the electricity, restless.Hundreds of rivers are boiling, mountains and mounds are collapsing.The high bank is the valley, and the deep valley is the mausoleum.

The sun is going down, and people's hearts are not ancient after the competition.

After all, the Nine Cauldrons lay on the land of Great Qin, and everyone stared at the body of the tripod with breathless concentration, but did not dare to take a closer look at the famous mountains and rivers, places with beautiful shapes, and strange things drawn on it.

Under the dim night sky, there is not even a single star.

The bonfire on the ground was crackling and burning, suffocating for no reason in the midsummer night.

The mountain ghost opened his arms, his long sleeves and long hair fluttered in the wind, as if bathed in the years of his ancient ancestors, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo----" the strange voice connecting the mortal world with the sky.

He said to the co-lord of the Qin Kingdom, the Man of Destiny: "King Qin, the soul-calling ceremony can now be held."

Ying Zheng's cheeks were pale and bloodless, and he walked over with Yanyan's sick face.

The successive bruises had nearly drained his energy, he coughed twice, looked at the white peach lying in the middle of the nine cauldrons, a trace of worry flashed through, his voice became hoarse and in a trance, as if it was very difficult to speak out , "Can it be done?"

The mountain ghost smiled and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, if it doesn't work, I will cut off the head of this mountain ghost and sacrifice it to the rain in the coming year."

"Cough cough."

The wound on Yingzheng's chest was torn open, and his lips seemed to be stained with blood. The cold white and bright red confronted each other, as if wearing a mask of blood and fire, lifeless.

"Hold the soul-calling ceremony."

"Yes."

At the order of the mountain ghost, the humming xun and cool bone flute began to play, the big drum was sounded, and under the light of the fire, boys and girls playing the role of mountain ghost formed a six-layer circle around the white peach and Jiuding in the middle. They swung their arms, shoulders, legs and feet in a big way, stepping on the rhythm of the flames, and ran fast with three swings.

The pace is getting faster and faster, and the urgency is getting stronger.

The mountain ghost held a rattle, and the money around his neck rang without wind, humming: "There is someone here, and I want to help him. The soul is separated, and you will give it to him."

Someone is in the lower realm, and I want to help her. Although the physical body is still there, the soul has been separated. Wu Yang, Wu Yang, please make a divination and return the soul to her.

"Boom - boom -"

A bolt of lightning split the sky, the wind blew up, the branches were blown to the east and west, the bonfire located in the square was thrown into the sky with flames, the hair of boys and girls was blown, and the bone flute was blown. While the big drum was still beating, a black shadow rose from the ground, it first surrounded the unconscious Baitao, and then flew in front of the mountain ghost, Jie Jie Jie laughed strangely: "Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie."

"Wuyang Wuyang, you can divination to return her soul."

The black shadow called Wu Yang smelled the empty shell and turned his head back, his eyes were extremely sticky, and said: "That's the matter of the Dream Master, I'm afraid it's hard for me to follow your words."

The mountain ghost ordered the boys and girls below to cut off the flesh on their shoulders. As the flesh and blood splattered, Wu Yang was enshrined by the energy of life, excitedly wagging his black tail and screaming in the sky.

The mountain ghost said: "You must find out her soul, she will die if it is too late, and it will be useless to summon her soul."

Wu Yang twisted a few times, divided into thousands of black shadows, searched for the Xianyang King City in all directions, and scattered away from Qin, "The soul is back—"

Wu Yang walked to the east, where there were thousands of feet of giants waiting to search for souls, and ten suns were high in the sky day and night, and even metal stones might melt.

"The return of the soul system—"

Neither can the South.

There are savages with black teeth and forehead patterns. They plunder human flesh as sacrifices and grind bones into powder. Vipers are as dense as grass. Asp snakes have nine heads and come and go erratically. God kills man.

Come back, you can't stay there long.

"Return your soul!"

There are great disasters in the west, and quicksand spreads across thousands of miles.

As long as you are swept into the Thunder Abyss by quicksand, it will rot and collapse unstoppably. Even if you get out by chance, it will be an empty and dead city. Red ants are taller than elephants, black bees are like gourds, and grains cannot grow, only thatch grass You can wrap your stomach, and you don't have to drink a little water.

"The soul is back!"

The north wind can't stay there either. There are icy high winds and heavy snowflakes, so people can't stay there for too long.

The all-pervasive black shadows searched from the southeast to the northwest, and then entered the Xiumen of Xianyang in the Qin Kingdom. Wu Yang kept screaming strangely, and shouted at Ying Zheng who was sitting on the throne: "The soul is back——"

The mountain ghost also turned its attention to Ying Zheng.

The black shadow swarmed to his gold-embroidered royal robe again, and slowly transformed into a human figure, faceless, tall and thin, gliding against his broad shoulders, like some kind of weird stick insect, until The more it swells, the higher it swells, the higher it swells, as if being pulled by a huge force, straight into the sky, "The soul is back! The king is in heaven. The soul is back! The king is in this secluded city."

The call of the world came from the ancient sky.

Only then did the mountain ghost shift its gaze to the sky.

Shocked, unbelievable thoughts have not come yet.

He immediately said to Ying Zheng: "I found it, your majesty, go back and call her."

Yingzheng was taken aback, the words "I found it" were like peeling off the plasticine on his heart in one fell swoop, a bright light came in, joy spread rapidly along the limbs, he could even see the white peach Lying in his arms, wagging his tail, he said, "Brother Zheng, don't be playful, I'm back."

It seemed that there was no hope at all, and he was shocked and lost, as if a piece of flesh had been torn from him alive, his stiff fingers couldn't help shaking, looking at the black mist piercing into the sky, he stepped back step by step, every step They all seemed to be walking on the edge of a cliff, "Taotao, come back."

"Peach, come back."

"Peach, come back."

"Peach, come back."

The mountain ghost believers under the altar are still dancing treacherously, singing ancient hymns, Ying Zheng is standing in the center of the eye of the storm of fate, he retreats step by step, like a frightened bird eager to peel off the moonlight of the outdoor antenna Ming, "Tao Tao, I miss you so much, come back."

"come back"

"come back"

Baitao lay on the altar with her eyes closed, the dazzling fire made her look more like fragile colored glaze.

She is dreaming.

It should be dreaming, but it doesn't seem to be dreaming.She stood on top of the nine-storey palace. The empty palace was icy cold and solemn. Baitao raised her head and stared at the endless golden glazed tile roof. Walking on the ground, she saw that she fell down every step she took. Inch-inch peach petals, this kind of weirdness frightened her so much that she didn't dare to walk around, and looked straight at the ground where the gate opened like a flower separated by a cloud.

What's going on here, and where am I?
Baitao was still puzzled.

"Who is so bold as to dare to trespass on Yuqing Palace!" Glitting over from a distance, a little fairy driving the clouds raised his eyebrows at her, and when Baitao saw his appearance, he was stunned, "Gan Luo?"

"Gan Luo?"

When Xiao Xianjun heard that she recognized him, he was so surprised that he almost fell down.

When he took a closer look at this pink-faced girl with peach cheeks and apricot eyes, he could still vividly remember the tragedy of going down to the world to cross the catastrophe. He touched his old arms and legs, and felt that it should still be there: "Little vixen, why did you come up here?" ?”

"Come up? How come up." Baitao raised her eyes in shock, "Am I dead?"

Gan Luo circled her twice in auspicious clouds, "Could it be that you were killed by that snake demon? But it shouldn't be, I said that on purpose at the gate of the temple, the snake demon should think you are from the upper realm, and there should be It's a little bit of fear."

The white peach shoots were bright red and slanted, quite proud: "I was not killed by the snake demon, the snake demon was killed by me."

"So what?" Gan Luo said, "Anyway, if you kill him, you're dead too, otherwise you won't leave your soul."

died?

Baitao hadn't finished digesting the word death, so he said again: "I told you to hide, you have to run to jam the snake demon's teeth, you deserve it if you die." After finishing speaking, he turned around quite proudly and left, Baitao followed him and said : "But if I kill him, it doesn't matter how strong I am, as long as I kill him, I'm willing to risk my life."

Gan Luo looked back at her.

The little fox opened his mouth like this, as if stretching out his paws and baring his teeth, but he looked a bit mighty. He took it in his eyes, turned around and left, and finally he turned back and said, "Don't break into this Yuqing Palace, but Shangshen address."

Turning around and taking a look at the solemn palace, Baitao followed closely: "Don't go, can you take me back, I want to go back."

Gan Luo: "???"

He was choked by the little fox's words: "Go back, do you know where you are now? You are in the upper world now, how many mortal worlds can't wish for it, you are good, you want to go down."

Baitao's pointed double-snail bun swayed, and she shook her head: "I don't want to come up."

"Don't want to come up, do you want to go down? Could it be that you still want to stay by the Emperor's side and die again." Gan Luo felt cold all over his body: "It's only been more than 500 years of Taoism, and the hair hasn't even grown. How many fox lives do you have?" , to act as a guardian animal?"

It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to Baitao like that. She gritted her teeth angrily, her small face was in the shadows, and she looked very difficult to provoke. Gan Luo hugged her chest and joked: "The little guardian beast hates me I've mispoken?"

Baitao put on a straight face, "Actually, I'm not only a guardian animal, brother said I'm an unusual person, I have a lot of background, otherwise why do you think I can enter the Yuqing Palace where the god lives?"

Thinking about it carefully, there is still some truth, and Gan Luo's auspicious cloud also dropped a little bit, just to listen carefully: "Little fox, what identity do you have? Are you a relationship with the gods?"

She said vaguely: "Speaking of it, it really has some connections, you come closer." Gan Luo moved his ear closer, and Bai Tao grabbed his ear with his open hand, punching and kicking, "Death Gan Luo, in the lower realm Just pretending, Ben Qing called me, now you can clearly take me to the lower world, why don't you take me to the lower world?!"

She is obviously a little vixen who has just ascended to the top, and at most she can occupy the position of a little palace moth, but the fierce power she irrigates with every punch, Gan Luo's internal organs seem to have shifted after being beaten, and said in pain : "It hurts, it hurts, little fox, stop hitting, stop hitting, take you with you."

Only then did Baitao feel satisfied and retracted her claws.

I never thought that the little fairy who was fluttering with immortality was also full of bad water, just like a dragon wagging its tail, slipping away like a fish in a quagmire, Baitao really didn't expect that the first little fairy he met would be so owed, so directly Immediately, he slapped it with his paw, and Gan Luo almost avoided it with a scalp explosion, "Who the hell are you? How could this be—"

As soon as the words fell, following the terrifying air waves slashed by her hand, the majestic and towering Yuqing Palace burst into spider webs, the cracks became bigger and bigger, stones fell, the sky was torn apart, the ground shook, and the earth was engulfed in gunpowder smoke.

The second half of Gan Luo's sentence came out embarrassingly: "Tough."

Baitao withdrew her claws, saw that the basket had been stabbed into the sky, and there was no brother to clean up the mess for her, her face turned pale with fright: "This, this, do you want compensation?"

The sky and the earth in the Nine Heavens collapsed, and the celestial birds covered the sky and the sun. The nine-headed monsters as high as three feet in the distance are setting off a hurricane and rushing towards here. Gan Luo is frightened into a cold sweat, "Probably, please forgive me , about to spare you from dying."

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At this moment, the Yuqing Palace in the back was reduced to ruins in an instant, and the black mist inside broke through the ground, pouring down the debris, it turned into a human form and approached Baitao, Gan Luo felt ashamed even standing by Facing the black mist, the little fox could still ask, "Who are you?"

"Jie Jie Jie..." The black shadow laughed strangely, and the air waves and explosions swayed at the same time, "Going to the Nine Heavens, going down to Youdu, why don't you enter the Wuxiu Sect?"

Baitao raised her hand subconsciously to block it, but when she put it down, it was another scene.

In the grand hall, there are many pavilions and fences, and the pavilions and lofts are located obliquely in the high mountains.

Baitao looked around, and felt that she was really imposing, so she knocked on the door and walked in carefully.

"Is anyone there? Hello?"

The outside is covered with plain silver, but the stove inside is burning vigorously. There is a thick and thin plum blossom on the desk, and the maid inside is busy. The stewed chicken is served with the meat soup made by the big turtle, and the meat is fragrant. I also feel that the spleen and stomach are not hurt.

Before Baitao finished watching, several maidservants came from the side, carrying sweet noodle cakes and rice cake maltose.

Seeing her, they all blessed with smiles on their faces.

After looking at it, she didn't see her master again, and went to the inner courtyard again. Unexpectedly, the weather was cool in vain, the bamboo grove rustled, the stream thumped, and the fragrant orchids exuded a fragrance.

Seeing that no one was there, and Baitao didn't smell the breath of living people, she turned around and went into the inner room. The stone room inside was smooth and decorated with emerald feathers, and there were crystal green jade hooks protruding from the top of the wall. The floor was covered with jewels and emeralds, dazzling The soft and precious silk hangs beside the wall, and the light gauze curtain is in the atrium.

The curtain alone uses seven or eight colorful colors, and each knot is tied with pure and flawless jade.

Rao Baitao is well-informed, and she couldn't help but admire that the hostess of this house is either rich or noble.

It’s all about experience, she moved outside, and saw orchids planted at the door, jade trees as fences, more than a dozen dancers danced in front of her, and the food table was revealed from their swaying postures and different hair buns. When it came out, the stewed tendons of the fat beef were soft and delicious, and the famous soup in Wu State was even more delicious. , the gluttonous feast is just like this.

The dancers stared at her, swung their skirts boldly while their eyes were rolling, clapped their hands and clapped together with enthusiasm like playing a zither, and the sky darkened negligently.

The dancers served by different countries disappeared, Lanxiang's bright candles were dazzling, and the gorgeous lamps were scattered high and low.

Baitao walked towards the swaying path, and there was a black shadow standing there. Under the dim lights, he suddenly looked back, and there were iron flowers blooming in the sky under the sky for a moment, as if separated by life and death, and said tightly: "Taotao, come back Now, go back to Gu's side."

Baitao stood still.

He said again: "There is nothing better in heaven and on earth, Taotao, come back."

He stepped back step by step, recalling their past time, and called her clearly word by word: "Taotao, come back, stay by Gu's side."

"Go to Nine Heavens, go to Youdu, why don't you enter Wuxiumen!"

Baitao's head was suddenly in a dull pain from being touched by the silk thread, and she fainted uncontrollably. When she woke up again, it seemed that the thread was pulling her soul, and she eagerly returned to her body, falling to the ground.

In the familiar Xianyang Square, eight white jade relief pillars and a lit bonfire illuminate the tall and majestic figure of Ying Zheng, as well as his thin lips and eyebrows as cold as blades.

It seems like a world away, and it seems like nothing.

Baitao blinked, feeling sour, "Brother Zheng, I'm back."

　This chapter draws on Qu Yuan's "Calling the Soul" in the pre-Qin period

　　
　
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