Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 36

Except for young children, all the males in Luwei Mountain were conscripted into the army, but the youngest who came to appeal at this time was no more than eleven or twelve years old, not only no boys, but no girls either.

Confusion appeared in Liu Po's muddy eyes. She looked around and murmured in a low voice, "Yes, where is my little grandson? Why is he missing?"

Someone voiced doubts: "Speaking of which, it has been 43 years since the 40rd year of Qiyuan. Can the souls of the dead wander in the world for such a long time?"

"After a person dies, his memory will gradually become blurred. If he does not enter reincarnation, he will become a ghost at most ten years and dissipate between heaven and earth." After a pause, he continued, "The life shown by the bone lamp just now is too complete and clear. It is absolutely impossible to remember it so clearly after staying in the world for three to forty years."

Qi Shuyun seemed to come back to life suddenly, and asked cautiously: "So all of this is fake?"

The female cultivator shook her head: "It's true, the memory of the living can be changed, but the memory of the dead can't. I just wonder why she can remember it so clearly."

Feng Tinghan glanced at the ghost outside the temple, and slowly said: "I was wronged in life, and there is no place to bury my bones after death. I remember what she said before, 'The Chu family is endless, and we can't enter it. Reincarnation'."

"Is there any problem with this sentence?" Some monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

"There is a big problem." Fu Siqian patted Feng Tinghan on the shoulder, motioning him to stand up, "How should we explain the word 'unable to'?"

The people who came here on this trip were all rising stars from various sects, and they understood it after a while, and someone asked in surprise: "Could it be possible?"

Fu Siqian nodded: "Unable to enter reincarnation, the memory will not dissipate. They have been lingering here for a long time. Now it seems that it's not that they don't want to go."

Feng Tinghan picked up the Bone Soul Summoning Lamp, and continued: "Someone 'trapped' them in Luwei Mountain, and they couldn't leave."

"Who trapped them here? What's the reason for the Chu family's continuation?" Qi Shuyun said in a nasty voice, "What should we do if we want to let them enter reincarnation?"

Fu Siqian wanted to open Qi Shuyun's head to see if there was a copy of "One Hundred Thousand Whys" in it besides the food, and asked, and kept asking.

Fu Siqian rolled his eyes and looked at the crowd: "I ran into so many ghosts in the middle of the night, are you panicking?"

Many people nodded, and some laughed dryly: "Of course I panic. I have seen ghosts in my practice, but I have never seen ghost mountains and ghost seas. I still feel cold on my back."

Fu Siqian turned his eyes and said calmly: "Buddha, so many ghosts can enter the temple, it's useless for you to panic, why don't you do something good and accumulate some merit."

This stall can drive away ghosts by doing good deeds and accumulating merit?No one dared to refute, so they could only follow his words and ask, "What's a good thing?"

Feng Tinghan had already guessed what he meant, and wanted to go together. He concentrated on activating the bone lamp and brought Po Liu and the ghosts who were kneeling to get up.

"Guess what I'm going to do?" Fu Siqian glanced at him with a half-smile, and boasted, "As expected of my apprentice, he's really smart."

Feng Tinghan was speechless: ... Are you praising me or yourself?

Fu Siqian stretched his wrists and said to the practitioners, "Let's go, do some good deeds and help Granny Liu find her little grandson."

Everyone: Helping ghosts find ghosts in the middle of the night, what kind of good thing is this? !

Seeing everyone's doubts, Feng Tinghan explained: "To leave the souls of the dead in the world, we need to practice on the bones. The souls of young children cannot be too far away from the bones. Finding Liu Po's little grandson is equivalent to finding the bones of these ghosts." land, and then you can follow the vines."

"Then why didn't you just follow them to find it?" The female cultivator who spoke before asked puzzledly, "The ghost has a sense of the place where his bones are buried, so just follow them."

Feng Tinghan glanced at the Buddha statue: "Guided by the Buddha statue, the enchantment was broken, and the ghost seeks grievances. Up to now, everything that happened has been linked together, seamlessly, except for the sound of knocking on the wooden fish before. There was never a logical explanation, and I always felt that was the key to everything."

Qi Shuyun had regained his composure at this time, and nodded thoughtfully: "In addition to the sound of the wooden fish, there is also the handprint on the barrier, how could the ghost break the barrier, someone was leading them here secretly. "

The female cultivator said clearly: "Too long a distance will indeed have an impact, so they may not be able to sense where their bones are at all!"

Fu Siqian nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Let's go when you finish speaking, and find it quickly before dawn, or you will have to stay in this ruined temple for a few more nights."

When they heard that they would stay for a few more nights, the expressions of the rest of the people changed, and they hurriedly walked outside, as if they would not give up if they could not find the little grandson of the Liu family tonight.

The fog dissipated, and the moon was shining brightly in the sky. The frost-like moonlight spread all over the earth, covering thousands of ghosts with white clothes. Looking from a distance, there was nothing.It was like a silent funeral that was 40 to [-] years late. It was different from the happy funerals that were played and sung in the market, revealing a deep sense of sadness.

Although he had no hope, Feng Tinghan still asked about the Boneyard. Granny Liu and the other ghosts all had confused expressions. They didn't know how they got here, and they didn't know where to go. , which just confirmed everyone's previous speculation.

Someone smiled wryly and said: "I hope the Buddha will see that we are helping those who enshrine him, and bless us with better luck, so that the bones of Liu Po ​​and the others are still in the place of death reflected by the bone lamp."

Otherwise, they would have to find the year and month for the huge Luwei Mountain.

Fu Siqian squinted his eyes, and the tails of his long and narrow eyes raised a small arc. He looked back at the ruined temple, his eyes turned around on the headless Buddha statue, and said in a low voice, "I hope."

The Buddha probably really blessed them. The closer they got to the village, Liu Po ​​and the others gradually had a feeling and spontaneously drifted in one direction.

After the establishment of the Chu Dynasty, all the residents of Luwei Mountain in the old dynasty died. The explanation given by the dynasty is: evil spirits rise up in the north, causing harm to the common people.

After what happened just now, everyone already knew in their hearts that the people in Luwei Mountain were killed by Qiuqing sent by Emperor Chu. As for why Emperor Chu did this, they still don't know.

In the past 40 to [-] years, Luwei Mountain has moved many new residents. They rebuilt houses on the ruins burned by Qiuqing. When everyone came to the place where Liu Po ​​and others were killed, it was early in the morning. people are still asleep.

There are many willow trees planted here, each of which is as thick as an embrace, and the ghostly shadows are swaying in the dark wind. Beside the rows of thatched huts, there is an indescribable eerieness.There were reed chickens raised in the courtyard of a nearby house, and they screamed from time to time, and the window lattices revealed a faint light, exuding the warmth of the sun.

On one side are the unjust souls of women and children who have been wandering for decades and cannot enter reincarnation, and on the other side are the old and young children who are clothed in food and clothing to keep warm and warm. Across a row of locust trees, the old and new dynasties meet unexpectedly.After all, it was this small distance that clearly laid down the coffin of winners and losers for the great war in the 43rd year of Qiyuan.

There is no right or wrong in success or failure, and the people are innocent.

Feng Tinghan came to a willow tree following the guidance of the bone lantern, and the light emitted by the bone lantern fell to the root of the tree, and then he remained motionless. He looked at Fu Siqian, frowned and said, "This place should be Granny Liu's. The Boneyard is here, it's just strange that there are no other dead souls here."

According to their previous deduction, Granny Liu's bones are here, and her little grandson's dead soul should be here too, but the bone lamp has no other response.

Fu Siqian pondered for a moment, and then made a decision: "First dig out the bones of Granny Liu and the others, and find out what is the reason why they cannot enter reincarnation, and then make plans."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay: before, they were helping ghosts to find ghosts, but now they are helping ghosts to dig up their bones. After practicing with Zhaoyuan Xianzun, they are really different.

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows: "Why? Don't want to dig?"

Everyone looked complicated: "...No."

Back then Qiuqing led people to set fire to Luwei Mountain and killed more than a thousand people including Po Liu, but they didn't collect their bones at all. I don't know how long it took, the long years before they sprinkled a handful of loess for their bones.So they didn't dig too deep, and they dug up the bones, one after another, and dug out a pile before the two trees were dug.

Fu Siqian breathed a sigh of relief and made them all stop: "First pick a complete pair and put it together to see what's different. There are thousands of skeletons. If it is not necessary, don't dig out the others."

"I don't know which ones are from the same corpse, how to spell them?" Qi Shuyun poked a bone under his feet with his sword, "The ones are gray and white, and there is no difference at all."

Feng Tinghan narrowed his eyes: "No, there is something wrong with these bones."

"There is indeed a problem." The female cultivator of Yinhualou brushed off the dirt on the bones, and said firmly, "These bones are too new. People who have been dead for 34 years, even if they use a coffin to collect the bones, they will not be preserved so well. , not to mention that they don't even have a place to bury their bones."

The lingering soul, the long-lasting bones, and this row of thick willow trees...Fu Sigan half-lidded his eyelids, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully, his voice was obscure, as if trying to suppress something : "No more digging."

Feng Tinghan rubbed the Bone Soul Summoning Lamp, because he was so close, he could see very clearly that this immortal who killed dozens of cultivators without changing his face, and held Sanqiu without hesitation, At this moment, he was trembling slightly, and a dark color flashed across his eyes: "Master, you already know the problem with their bones?"

Fu Siqian's face was cold and solemn, like the ice that had sunk into a cold pool, and one could see that what was frozen was tumbling and scorching. He stuffed the handkerchief in his hand to Feng Tinghan, and walked to a willow tree.

In the early morning light, the ghosts around gradually became transparent. Fu Siqian stretched out his hand and groped along the trunk of the tree. Suddenly, he exerted force with his five fingers. Fragments of golden light floated up from the tree, slowly forming a barrier, silently stopping his actions. Fu Siqian's expression changed. Shen, a red light burst out from the palm, shattering the golden mask on the tree, grabbing the bark abruptly.

I cut open the bark, and there was a piece of yellow talisman paper hidden under the thick willow tree. The talisman paper was densely packed with red characters.

"What, what's going on here?!" The crowd leaned forward and suddenly exclaimed, "Wang Yuru from Liu Wang's family, Zhang Xiao from Liu Zhang's family, Wang Lijuan from Li Wang's family...all are famous names."

"Bai Liu Soul Locking Formation." Fu Siqian brushed the sawdust from his hands, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, "There is an evil formation in the world, which can lock the souls of the dead. Putting talisman paper on hundreds of century-old willows can lock the souls of the dead under the formation for a hundred years."

Qi Shuyun tightened his hand: "Then what about the child's dead soul?"

Fu Sigan quenched his mind power in his palm and burned the veil to ashes. He closed his eyes, suppressed the fierce anger in his heart, took out another veil, and said in a cold voice: "The reason why the Bailiu Soul Locking Formation was returned It is an evil formation, not only because it can trap dead souls, but also because the conditions for opening this formation are very sinister, and it needs to sacrifice the souls of children who have a blood relationship with the suppressed souls, and the formation will destroy the souls."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked, it was not just as simple as death, the extinction of the soul meant complete annihilation, no reincarnation, no afterlife.

"What a vicious method, what a child!"

"Destroying human nature and losing conscience, this matter must not be left alone."

Qi Shuyun's eyes were red, and he slammed his fist on the willow tree. He clenched his teeth, his mandibles trembled, as if he had chewed flesh and blood, and then spat it out: "Qiuqing, how dare he!"

He is the son of the founding general of the Chu Dynasty. His father was sheltered by the Dynasty, and the Qi family and the Dynasty were both prosperous. Although he entered the way of cultivation, he never forgot his identity as the young city lord of Jiangshui City.

Now, the two identities are in conflict, and morality and loyalty are difficult to balance, which makes Qi Shuyun's heart feel like coals of ice and coals, and his voice is full of exhaustion and desolation: "Is this also the handwriting of Emperor Chu?"

Feng Tinghan watched Fu Siqian wipe his hands non-stop, his hands were rubbed red, he couldn't help frowning, he took off the handkerchief that was squeezed tightly, held that hand, and spoke calmly He didn't raise his head: "It's not Emperor Chu. He wished that the people of the old dynasty would die early and be reborn. There is no reason to kill people and then lock their souls."

Fu Siqian was immersed in his own emotions, and let Feng Tinghan hold his hand, and caressed the reddened area. It was a temperature he had never had before. It burned from the back of his hand to his heart, and burned him under the calmness. of ice.

Feng Tinghan lowered his eyes, and the morning light cast a warm color under his eyelids, he said: "Master, the sun has risen."