Yin Yang Tomb Raider

Chapter 359 Abdominal Clothes, Evocation
Meng Luo's soul is quite honest, the Taoist leader's process of taking over her grandmother's soul was much easier than the last time, three souls have been taken away, only six souls are left, the Taoist leader skillfully took the last six souls, and nine copper coins were placed on the bed. The words are lined up, but unfortunately, there is still one soul left!
The Taoist priest looked around suspiciously, and counted with his fingers: "Oops, there is still one who left early."

"Aren't you in the house?" I asked nervously.

"Not here, I'm afraid I ran far away." The Taoist priest said: "I can restore the three souls and six souls to the body first, but one soul is missing, Meng Luo still can't wake up, and I must catch that soul."

"But the imperial capital is so big, and it's just a spot of light now, where can I find it?" Lao Jiu anxiously wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What will happen if it's too late?"

"Up to 49 hours." The Taoist priest said: "After 49 hours, if this soul can't return to the body, even if Meng Luo wakes up, he will become heartless."

If we usually heard this kind of statement, we would laugh out loud, but now we don’t have the intention to laugh at all, and a terrible idea comes to our minds. I can't come back!He won't take advantage like before, and he won't pretend to be a dick. My nose is sour, and I feel even more impatient when I think of my grandpa: "What can we do?"

"Have you ever heard of belly clothes?" the Taoist priest said: "Tonight, after midnight, I took the belly clothes and called Mong Luo's name in the alley, hoping that he can hear the automatic return, attach it to the belly clothes, and arrive Bring it back to me in time, and I will let it return to my body, but it depends on whether Meng Luo himself is willing to return."

"Do we have to wait until midnight tonight?" Lao Jiu looked at the time: "It's only ten o'clock in the morning."

"When the neutron is the most yin in a day, that soul can come out. The yang energy in the daytime is too strong, and that soul can't know what to do, let alone be exposed to the sun." The Taoist priest said: "It can be seen from this that Mengluo That soul of mine ran out before dawn, and now I don’t know where it’s huddled in.”

The Taoist priest looked down at the unconscious Meng Luo: "How could his soul leave his body?"

The Taoist chief took Meng Luo's palm to check: "The life span is still long, and he hasn't had a catastrophe recently, how could that be?"

"Look at this." I handed the paper with the spell on it to the Taoist priest: "He stayed up late last night to study this thing, and it must have something to do with it. It may be a shaman's spell."

Daoist Yuxuan held it in his hand, looked at it, shook his head and said: "The shaman's witchcraft is very mysterious, and there is no exact spell handed down. Even if this spell harms Mengluo, I have no choice but to find a way to solve it." Method."

I said helplessly, "We have to wait until night?"

"This is the only way." Daoist Yuxuan said, "Go and find the clothes Meng Luo wore first."

Dong Hai said timidly: "What are belly clothes?"

"According to historical records, the origin of the ritual of summoning souls is very early. Some documents in the Zhou Dynasty say that the relatives of the deceased should go up to the house from the front to summon the soul, holding the clothes of the deceased and calling north. Call the word three times in a row, hoping that the soul of the deceased will return to the clothes, and then come down from the back of the house and put the clothes on the body of the dead. The clothes are dyed with the fragrance of human skin, and the soul may be attracted by it, and return according to the familiar smell or shape. It is said that in the past, almost every household of the Dai people prepared a soul basket for calling the soul. , put the clothes of the deceased in a bamboo basket, put rice and white thread on them, expressing that he wants to bring his soul back."

Lao Jiu took out a jacket that Meng Luo often wears from the closet, but it was a pity that he had to wait until night, Lao Jiu worried: "Can Meng Luo just like this?"

The Taoist bent down to check Meng Luo's breathing and heartbeat and said, "It's okay, he is in the same state as in a deep sleep now, but he is unconscious."

"Master Dao, there is one more person, please take a look." Thinking that Batu hadn't gotten up yet, I hurriedly said.

I led the Taoist priest into Batu's room. When the Taoist priest saw Batu, he stopped in his footsteps. The old nine wondered, "What's wrong?"

"Why is he here?" Daoist Yu Xuan said, we were all surprised: "You know him?"

"I met him once many years ago. His name is Hetu, isn't he?" Daoist Yuxuan said the word Hetu, both Donghai and Nanhai were stunned. Nanhai said, "Hetu is our father's name."

"It's clearly him. After so many years, his appearance hasn't changed much." Daoist Yu Xuan said, "I still remember that autumn of that year, when he came to the mountain..."

Daoist Yuxuan really has a good memory, he still remembers which year it was, and Lao Jiu immediately said: "That year happened to be the first year when Batu came from the grassland to the provincial capital, and it was also the year when the file was blank. "

Daoist Yuxuan checked Batu's body, seeing the scar on his back, Daoist Yuxuan shook his head and said, "When did this scar appear? When he came to the Taoist temple, everyone took a bath together, so they didn't see it. "

"Master Dao, are you sure it's him?" Lao Jiu was suspicious.

Daoist Yu Xuan said angrily: "I'm old enough to lie to you, but it's him, this nose, this eye, by the way, there is a small black mole under his right shoulder blade, look for it."

Donghai and Nanhai checked immediately, and Donghai immediately found something: "It really is!"

"Since it's the same person, he pretended to be someone else's name." The Taoist priest said: "Back then he went to the Taoist temple to ask about Yin-Yang Art, especially Maoshan Art, which is quite spiritual. Although he is not young, he is talented Yes, why is he here?"

"Master Dao, it's a long story. Let's see how he is doing." Lao Jiu said.

The Taoist leader immediately took Batu's pulse and said, "This person's pulse is a bit strange. Although it looks strong, it implies softness, but it is developing in a good direction. As long as it is carefully adjusted, the pulse will return to normal."

Donghai and Nanhai immediately looked relieved, Lao Jiu said: "If there is no scar on the body when going to the Taoist temple, then it is what happened before going to the provincial capital, or what happened in the provincial capital, Batu didn't mention it at all. , Don’t remember or don’t take it seriously?”

"Just wake up and ask Uncle Batu." Donghai and Nanhai said in unison.

The Taoist priest shook his head: "I'm afraid he will have to sleep for a day and a night. He had a cinnabar scrape yesterday. The yin energy in his body is being reconciled. Sleeping is the best way to rest. Now even if thunder hits the house, he won't Wake up, let's go, let's go out."

We quietly closed the door, came to the living room, invited the Taoist priest to sit down, and poured tea again. Lao Jiu was very anxious. The matter developed to the point where we never expected. The Taoist priest drank a few sips of tea, put down The teacup said: "Shamans are not the only ones who can separate living souls. There are similar spells in Maoshan."

We immediately became interested, Lao Jiu said: "How about using Maoshan technique to deal with witchcraft?"

"This is the purpose of my coming." Taoist Yuxuan said: "Maoshan technique is very similar to shaman's witchcraft. I suggest that he find a breakthrough point from it and study Maoshan technique well. The old Taoist priest and I can provide some help. Meng Luoji Talented, his grandfather is also an expert in the world, and he has been influenced by it since he was a child, as long as he concentrates on training, he will definitely improve."

"How long will the intensive training take?" Lao Jiu asked.

"It depends on Meng Luo's comprehension ability, he is proficient in all the basic Taoism." Daoist Yu Xuan said: "I have so much knowledge before, I think it will be a month at most."

"One month?" Lao Jiu was a little disappointed: "One month is too long, and the other party may strike at any time. Without Meng Luo by our side, we can't even guarantee our own safety."

"This is easy to solve, just go into the mountain together." Daoist Yu Xuan said: "Otherwise you will not be able to fight against a strong enemy, and you will die. Although I don't know much, I know that you have encountered something extraordinary. Before things make progress, you should learn to protect yourself and cherish your own lives, shouldn't you? Sometimes, retreat is advance."

The words of Daoist Yuxuan enlightened us. Right now we are not in a good state. When the situation is unclear, we are in the open and the enemy is in the dark, and from time to time they play tricks. The other party has many moves, and they belong to the mysterious Sa Man, improving strength is the most important thing right now. Before that, we need to find the last soul of Monroe.

We readily agreed to the suggestion of the Taoist priest. At night, Lao Jiu and I took Mengluo's clothes with a spirit summoning talisman on it. Some streets in the imperial capital of Zishi were still very lively. I cleared my throat and shouted loudly : "Munro, come back, come back, Munro!"

It was obviously a very serious matter, Lao Jiu laughed out loud, I gave him a look: "What are you laughing at?"

"You look like an old lady now, as if you are calling your own children." Lao Jiu immediately said seriously: "Actually, in terms of age, Meng Luo is about the same as my son, alas."

"Stop talking, you scream too." I said: "The Taoist priest said that only Yipo is difficult to control himself, but it still retains the master's will. We are the people he is most familiar with. As long as we hear our Voice, Yipo will try his best to come back, so call his name loudly."

Lao Jiu looked around and shouted loudly, "Meng Luo, come back, Meng Luo, come back..."

Although it was late at night, there were still late-returning pedestrians on the road. When they heard our call, their eyes fell on the clothes we held in our hands, and their expressions became terrified. They immediately buried their heads and hurried past us, wiping For a moment, our bodies tensed up, and we only dared to look down at our shoes. In their eyes, we may not be crazy, but maybe just pretenders with strange movements.

Lao Jiu and I yelled for a while and completely let go. Our yelling did not attract Mengluo's soul, but some wandering ghosts slowly approached us. Don't dare to come rashly, stand aside, some look expectant, are these ghosts waiting for their relatives to tell them to go back?
(End of this chapter)