Longevity Through the Path of Survival: Starting with Playing the Suona, Funeral Cultivation Begins

This Iron Wolf Protector is worthy of being a fifth-grade warrior.

The rewards for Qi, blood and martial arts experience are very generous.

There are also a lot of optional martial arts, and the quality is good.

I just don’t know how much participation there will be in this funeral and whether I can draw any rewards.

In the middle of the field, Lin Daochang made a move, which made the temperature in the mourning hall rise a lot, at least it was no longer bitterly cold.

The beautiful woman and many of the funeral guests finally felt relieved.

That night, Taoist Master Lin Jiu asked everyone to get out of the way, leaving only him and Bai Yu to keep vigil in the mourning hall.

The Taoist priest gave Bai Yu two yellow talismans:

"Xiao Bai, you have strong energy and blood, so it shouldn't have any impact, but I still carry these two evil-suppressing charms, just in case."

Bai Yu took the yellow talisman and said:

"Okay I understand."

"Speaking of which, Uncle Jiu, you threw a yellow talisman before, why did it burn on its own?"

Taoist Master Lin Jiu is only a third-grade warrior and has no internal strength, so it is absolutely impossible for him to ignite the talisman.

Is it possible that Master Lin Jiu is actually an immortal cultivator?

Taoist priest Lin Jiu looked serious:

"There are many reasons why the yellow talisman can burn by itself."

"The main reasons are devout faith, exquisite skills and unremitting practice."

“And then add a little bit of self-igniting white phosphorus at the end.”

Bai Yu almost bit his tongue.

It was written with white phosphorus, and the two hands were rubbed together to generate heat.

Bai Yu felt that the Taoist priest's image as a master was a bit disillusioned, and asked again:

"Then your sword dance during the day caused the temperature in the mourning hall to rise. What's the reason?"

Lin Daochang patted his thigh:

"Hey, this is all just to fool people."

"You can solve the problem by throwing two talismans. Others always feel that the money is not worth the money spent, so they have to put on a show and start a fight."

Bai Yu felt relieved.

This is very similar to the locksmith in the previous life, who spent ten minutes pretending to open the lock in five seconds.

If you drive too fast, the customer always feels like they spent their money in vain.

It seems that the principles are the same in all walks of life.

Uncle Jiu took out a yellow talisman and handed it to Bai Yu, saying:

"Later, these yellow talismans will be affixed to the windows and doors, and nine of them will be affixed to the coffin."

Bai Yu took the yellow talisman and started working.

Taoist priest Lin valued Bai Yu very much and said sincerely:

"In our profession as Mr. Yin Yang, our main focus is to rely on Feng Shui to eliminate evil spirits."

"Like a warrior, if he kills too many people, he will have an evil spirit. The blood suppresses him while he is alive, but after death, the evil spirit will backfire."

"Evil gas is like poison to ordinary people. Sometimes when a corpse is filled with evil gas, it will turn into a corpse and hurt people."

“So, although our industry is not that prestigious, it is very important.”

Bai Yu used rice paste and pasted the yellow talismans on the doors, windows and coffins.

"Uncle Jiu, I've finished pasting the yellow talisman. Can this remove the evil spirit?"

Taoist priest Lin Jiu nodded lightly:

"Generally speaking, it can be removed by sticking it on for three days and changing a batch of evil evil charms every day."

"It mainly depends on the first night. If you don't fight back on the first night, there will be no problems later."

"Xiao Bai, please remember, no matter what you see after tonight, you are not allowed to make a sound; no matter who calls you, you cannot answer."

Bai Yu naturally nodded in agreement.

Ever since, the two began to take turns keeping vigil.

The first half of the night was the most dangerous, so Lin Daozhang kept vigil and sat cross-legged to meditate.

Bai Yu slept on a small bamboo bed, but he always remained awake in his heart.

The night gradually deepened and everything was quiet.

There was only an occasional barking sound in the distance.

Bai Yu also gradually felt relieved.

It doesn't look like there's anything special about this business.

What he didn't notice was that a yellow talisman attached to the door was slowly covered with a layer of fog.

The cinnabar on the yellow talisman was slowly soaked and gradually lost its original shape.

After an unknown amount of time, the cinnabar lines on the yellow talisman had become a mess.

"Zhiyou——"

The door of the mourning hall was opened for no reason.

A gust of dark wind blew in and swirled in the mourning hall, causing the temperature inside the room to drop sharply.

Bai Yu jumped up from the bamboo mat with excitement.

I could only see a series of wet footprints at the door.

There was no one visible at the door, but the footprints on the ground were approaching step by step.

He stepped across the threshold and walked towards the coffin in the mourning hall.

Bai Yu was about to call Taoist Lin Jiu, but saw that Taoist Lin Jiu had already reacted.

He took out a handful of yellow talismans and threw them towards the footprints.

Strangely enough, those yellow talismans seemed to have spirituality, flying around the frontmost footprints.

Immediately afterwards, Taoist Lin held a peach wood sword and seemed to be fighting with someone in the air.

He said nothing, as if he were in a silent movie.

Bai Yu was stunned and couldn't understand the situation at all.

In the field, yellow talismans were falling and wooden swords were waving.

The water marks and footprints on the ground slowly dried up, and the cold wind in the house gradually dissipated.

Taoist Master Lin Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Okay, Hui Sha has been resolved, and there will be no danger in the future."

Bai Yu nodded heavily and thought:

"It seems that Mr. Yin-Yang has something special, maybe not as good as the immortal cultivator, but there is definitely something magical about him."

While he was thinking secretly, suddenly another gust of wind blew in from outside.

The cold wind was stronger this time, and it felt like winter had entered the house, with a chill to the bones.

On the ground, the water marks and footprints appeared again.

Every time the dark wind blows a little, the footprints take a step forward.

Lin Jiu was shocked, and took out a handful of yellow talismans again, throwing them at Yin Feng.

He held a sword in his right hand and a talisman in his left hand, as if he was fighting with someone again.

However, in a few blinks, the yellow talismans in his hand were used up.

"Kacha——"

A crisp sound came, and the peach wood sword broke from it.

The Yin Feng blew towards the coffin in the mourning hall.

"Pa——"

"Pa——"

On the ground, water marks and footprints fell.

"No, Xiaobai, stop it quickly, and never let the evil spirit enter the body of the dead, otherwise it will turn into an evil corpse."

"Delay for a moment!"

Bai Yu was also anxious.

God knows what an evil corpse is.

And if the dead turned into an evil corpse and ran away, his funeral reward would be gone.

He took off the two evil talismans on his chest and threw them at Yin Feng.

The yellow talisman hit Yin Feng, and it really made it pause.

Bai Yu only felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes in the gloomy wind, looking at him with ill intentions.

However, the gloomy wind only paused for a moment and continued to blow towards the dead.

Bai Yu was very anxious, but he had no way to do anything.

He didn't even know what the enemy was, let alone the so-called evil spirit.

Seeing the footprints on the ground approaching the coffin step by step.

Bai Yu suddenly had an idea.

It might be possible to try to calm the soul and dispel the evil spirit.

He took out the suona and began to play the elegy.

"Whose land is in the weeds, gathering souls and souls regardless of wisdom or stupidity."

"Why is the ghost urging me? Human life must be hesitant."

"Don't you see how many romantic figures have become the soil under the Beimang Mountain."

...

With the sound of the suona, the artistic conception of seeing life, old age, sickness and death, and everything returning to peace appeared again.

Unexpectedly, the gloomy wind actually stopped, and the footprints on the ground no longer spread.

After playing this piece, Bai Yu felt more exhausted than ever before.

It was a piece that he knew by heart, but playing it felt like carrying a heavy burden.

When the piece ended, the gloomy wind whistled again.