Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Chapter 348 Black Robe Soul Soldier
His gaze flicked over the torch panel.

Yan Jing quickly realized that this mission was different.

Not only did the first two of the main quests not mention combat at all, but they also asked him to hide his identity.

The third is more like a supplement to the mission, obviously not the real goal of the torch.

The key lies in the introduction of the torch to the other world.

Yan Jing is used to getting a general understanding of the situation in the different world through this part of the text.

This is the first human race he has encountered so far that can suppress the invasion of other worlds and block them out of the world.

Even though there are still many fish that escaped the net, the overall situation does not seem to be much different from the present world.

In Yan Jing's view, this may be the main reason why Torch specially arranged for him to come to this world.

To put it bluntly, I hope to learn from the experience of this different world.

Yan Jing is also curious about this, after all, there is a great expedition in the world of China waiting ahead of the road he is going to take.

If he can learn the technology of resisting the invasion of evil spirits in this world, it will undoubtedly be of great help to his next actions.

Of course, all of the above are just Yan Jing's conjectures.

The most important thing now is to get out of this embarrassing situation as soon as possible.

No matter how powerful Yan Jing is, it is impossible to carry out the task with the current attitude.

Judging from the behavior of the believers in the Underworld in the Hall of Soul Rescue, it seems that a certain ceremony is going on in the whole hall, and they are just an important part of this ceremony.

That's right, them!
Yan Jing could clearly feel that she was not the only one holding the soul tablet.

To be precise, there is a soul in each tablet.

and many more.

Just now it was clear that I couldn't extend my own perception, why did it suddenly change?

The sudden change caught Yan Jing's attention.

He soon found out why.

Incense!

Because it was relatively close to the incense burners in the cauldron, Yan Jing noticed that the gray mist generated by burning the incense sticks in the cauldron did not dissipate in the air, but distributed as much as possible to the many tablets on the stage.

There seems to be some kind of energy that can buff the soul in the gray mist.

The soul that seemed to be bound by layers of chains seemed to be unburdened at this moment, leaving only a layer of restraint in the dark.

With the expansion of perception.

Yan Jing was keenly aware of the strangeness of some tablets in the high places behind her.

Among them, the strength of the host soul is one or more levels higher than that of the surrounding ones, and it also has a special spiritual response.

No wonder the location is different.

There is also a gap between soul and soul.

What surprised Yan Jing was that his soul strength, which should have been ranked first, ended up being placed at the most mediocre level.

Could it be said that this is a deliberate arrangement of the torch, in order to hide the identity and carry out the exploration mission smoothly?
Regardless, the ceremony continues.

Wait until more than half of the incense sticks in the tripod are burned.

Yan Jing could hear the sound of musical instruments outside the closed hall door, the sound of chanting sutras, and the preaching of certain people sounded one after another.

clang!clang!clang!
Until three bells rang outside the Zhenhun Hall, the high-pitched suona sound suddenly sounded.

The believers in the hall stood in two rows on the left and right, shouting in unison,
"Yan Luo's decree, the Hall of Soul Rescue is unsealed!"

"Please invite monks to enter!"

"Wake up!"

The moment the voice fell, a wave of air burst out of thin air in the entire Soul Suppressing Hall, blowing open the hall door.

Yan Jing, who was on the table, took this opportunity to throw herself outside the hall.

I saw a row of young men and women standing in the center of the wide stone road in front of the Soul-Suppressing Hall, all dressed brightly, with some faint fluctuations of spiritual energy on their bodies, presumably they were monks as the believers said.

As the door of the Soul Rescue Hall opened, these monks stepped forward one after another in the order they lined up, and entered the hall.

The leader was a strong and handsome young man.

He was obviously very familiar with the process of the ceremony. He stepped into the hall calmly, first saluted the statue of Yama and the tablets respectfully, and then took out a half-slap-sized bell from his arms and shook it, muttering something.

The first few words were full of obscure incantations, Yan Jing couldn't hear them clearly, but the last few sentences were surprisingly clear,
"I implore the Huoyou soul warrior to help me, cleanse and punish the evil, and clarify the universe!"

Huoyou soul warrior?

Yan Jing was wondering where the soul warrior mentioned by the young man was.

In the next second, he felt a wave of scorching air billowing behind him.

A scorching red glow shot out from one of the highest tablets.

The wind and snow outside the Soul Rescue Hall melted at this moment, and many believers in the hall began to chant obscure mantras at the same time.

The shape of the tablet gradually changed amidst the sound of chanting sutras, and it stretched into a human shape.

At first, it was condensed by flames, and then the flames turned into red robes, covering a majestic man's figure. He wore a red hat on his head, and gauze curtains were blown down at the edge to cover his face, and his whole body was emitting high temperature .

Almost at the same time, the bell in the young man's hand also began to change.

It exudes an orange-red light as if it has been coated with a layer of magma.

"Licheng!"

The believers chanted again, and the young man held the bell in his right hand, turned around and walked out of the temple with satisfaction, while the soul man named Huoyou followed behind him step by step.

That's it
Yan Jing, who was on the sidelines, began to understand the ceremony.

Tablets are not only props to host the soul, but also the body of the soul warrior.

If you want to return to human form, you have to sign a contract with these monks, and then you can complete the transformation under the dual effects of the chanting of the believers and the mysterious power in the Soul Requiem Hall.

But this Huoyou soul warrior seemed unable to speak, and he didn't have much personal thinking.

What not to say.
Some look like zombies driven by Taoist priests?

The second monk entered the Soul Suppressing Hall, Yan Jing did not rush out, but chose to wait and see again. In order to ensure that his identity was not exposed, he had to figure out the behavior and characteristics of these soul warriors first.

However, Yan Jing soon discovered that he was actually self-indulgent, and no one chose him at all!

Through perception, Yan Jing learned that the intensity of the souls residing in the tablets on the altar is arranged from high to low, and these monks who entered the Soul-Suppressing Hall have obviously already sorted them.

The most direct evidence is that without exception, they all choose the highest tablet as much as possible, and everyone has already decided which soul warrior they contracted before entering, and there is no such thing as Yan Jing here.

It is impossible for him to forcefully rush out to intercept.

Although it is not difficult to achieve this with the ability of Dragon and Tiger Yan Luo, but if it is done, Yan Jing is almost sure that the main mission will fail.

So Yan Jing had to choose to wait.

Soon the two or three rows at the top were all selected, and the rest were soul warriors of similar strength.

Up to this point, Yan Jing also knew the meaning of being mixed into the most mediocre group under the operation of the torch.

Since the previous soul fighters had their own names, it meant that they were very likely to have a corresponding follower before they became soul fighters, and mediocrity meant that no one cared about them, which was the best disguise.

Here's your chance to escape!
It was also at this time that there was a brief commotion outside the Hall of Soul Rescue.

Yan Jing couldn't help but look forward.

Just then, I saw a girl with a good figure, an extremely outstanding appearance, and a bit of heroism in her eyebrows and eyes, striding into the threshold.

A plain white long gown covered with a valuable fur cloak.

Judging from the demeanor of the gestures, it is obviously extraordinary, even surpassing most of the people who came in before, but they walked in the third group, and there was still a faint look of stubbornness on their faces.

The soul warrior contract should have been a long-awaited thing.

But now, looking at the empty first three floors above the altar, Bai Ruosu still subconsciously clenched her lips, her heart full of desolation.

This is her only chance to revive her family, but she lost hope because of those people's operations.
No, real monks, even if the contracted soul warriors are weak, have a chance to rise. As long as they can get enough merits, they will naturally have a second chance to contract!
The hands hanging down in the cloak suddenly tightened, and immediately took out the bell he had prepared.

Bai Ruosu looked at the remaining dozen or so gray tablets in front of the Yan Luo statue, and began to recite the prayer according to the ritual, and added softly at the end,

"The Bai family has worked hard for many years and dare not slack off in the slightest. Now that there is a sudden disaster, I implore Yan Luo to show mercy and guide me as a soul warrior to find out my grievances and kill the evil spirits!"

After the words fell, Bai Ruosu looked straight ahead.

A gray glow leaped out from the altar and landed right in front of her.

The believers began to chant the mantra as usual.

Bai Ruosu looked at the gradually changing human figure in front of him.

Wearing a black robe.

Wearing a gray hat.

There is neither spiritual light nor abnormal power in Hun's body, and there is no oracle from King Yama.

He looked down at the bell in his hand that was stained with gray spots.

His figure shook uncontrollably.

Bai Ruosu's shoulders slumped slightly, and with a light sigh, he turned and left with heavy steps.

Although she had been mentally prepared on the way here, she was still overwhelmed by the heavy heart in the face of the cruel reality.

"What's the matter with this guy, didn't you call out to beg Yan Luo to show mercy?"

Yan Jing, who was walking behind Bai Ruosu, looked at Bai Ruosu through the gauze curtain around the bamboo hat, and raised his eyebrows lightly.

(End of this chapter)