The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Chapter 575 Farewell
It is not difficult to perform salvation, but it is not easy either. Pan Yun’s energy has been almost exhausted, so he just does some auxiliary work.

She sat cross-legged on the ground, empty-handed, and she was a little embarrassed: "Brother Li, I don't have any Taoist musical instruments that I am good at."

Li Wenying was speechless: "What musical instrument did you use for the test?"

Pan Yun coughed lightly: "Cymbals."

Li Wenying: “Great instrument!”

Pan Yun: "...Do you think it is also appropriate to use it now?"

It was indeed inappropriate. Li Wenying asked, "Do you know how to use the magic bell?"

Pan Yun: “A little bit.”

That means I’m not very good at it.

"Where's the wooden fish?"

Pan Yun: "A little more."

Li Wenying: "Falcon?"

How could she have this thing? There is no such thing in the entire Sanqing Mountain.

Pan Yun asked back: "I know how to do it, do you have it?"

Li Wenying: "Then let's go with the wooden fish. It's simple, easy to learn, and catchy."

Pan Yun reached out to him.

Li Wenying felt in his sleeves and took out a wooden fish and handed it to her, with a speechless face: "You... at least pay attention. You are a sophomore, and the requirement for third-year students is to be proficient in at least three Taoist musical instruments. You are a genius, so don't fail to graduate in the end."

Pan Yun: “Impossible!”

Li Wenying snorted: "Who can't even pass the test to get a certificate of ordination?"

This is the fact, Pan Jun has nothing to say.

She sat cross-legged, calmed her mind, and gently tapped the wooden fish a few times. Slowly she found the rhythm, and began to tap it rhythmically, singing aloud: "The Tao says, in the first month of the year, one should fast for a long time and recite this sutra. For the souls of the dead in the previous life, they will be arrested and sent to the Southern Palace. In the seventh month of the year, one should fast for a long time and recite this sutra. One will become an immortal, with names written in the heavens, and written in yellow scrolls and white tablets, which will cut through death and bring one to rebirth..."

As she chanted, Li Wenying stepped on the Tiangang Steps, made hand gestures, and silently recited the spell. With a "pop" sound, a sound that ordinary people could not hear spread in her ears. With this sound as the center point, the air spread out in circles.

The world seemed to come alive.

First there was the breeze, then the rustling of leaves.

Even Magistrate Wu could not help but stand with the yamen runners, staring with wide eyes at the mass grave that had suddenly become lively.

Yes, lively.

Although they couldn't see it, they could feel it. Inexplicably, their moods also went up and down, sometimes they were worried and afraid, and sometimes they felt relieved and happy...

Magistrate Wu was certain that they were influenced by another world.

Li Wenying walked around the tomb pit step by step, following the Tiangang Step. With every step he took, the Yuan force in his body would spread out, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to vibrate.

They wash away the resentment and evil spirits of the wronged souls bit by bit, and the thick black ink slowly turns gray, then lighter, then white, and finally becomes colorless.

The soul is colorless.

Then they choose the five elements according to their preferences, and then there are colors.

At this moment, he just returned them to their original state.

"Dong, Dong, Dong..." The wooden fish was knocking steadily. Pan Jun closed his eyes and chanted the "Duren Sutra" aloud following the sound of the wooden fish. This is the "Lingbao Wuliangdu Renshang Shangpin Miaojing", the first of the Taoist scriptures.

Not only did Wang Feiyin strictly require them to be able to recite it, but even in the 26th century, it was also one of the compulsory courses in middle school.

Recite the entire text, no excerpts!

Pan Yun often used this sutra when he was in college and graduate school, so he could recite it by heart.

Scriptures popped out with the sound of the wooden fish, piercing into those ink-black souls, helping Li Wenying purify the souls.

Li Wenying walked along the grave pit ten times, spending nearly an hour, and finally at midnight, he purified all the dead souls, and then slapped out two pieces of talisman paper. The talisman paper flew out and spontaneously combusted in the air, and everyone saw the talisman paper burn out, and a door faintly appeared in the air.

Everyone's eyes widened. The coffin board shopkeeper, who was reluctant to leave, grabbed the clerk's hand and said excitedly in a low voice: "I told you, I told you there must be an underworld, right? We should do more good deeds and accumulate good karma..."

The clerk was also stunned. Although he worked in a coffin shop, he did not believe in ghosts and gods. He always thought that those messy legends were made up by the shopkeeper to scare him, but he didn't expect them to be true.

The vagina opened, and the talisman papers pasted on the urn and the coffin spontaneously combusted at the same time. Under the firelight, balls of colorless light rushed towards the vagina in mid-air.

The talisman paper in the air slowly burned out, and the vagina slowly closed, but the talisman paper pasted on the urn and the coffin had already burned out.

Li Wenying exhaled, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and looked back at Pan Yun: "They are all gone."

Pan Yun also stopped beating the wooden fish. He had been reciting scriptures for nearly an hour and his mouth was dry.

She stretched out her hand, and Master Li immediately stepped forward to help her up, then unscrewed a water bag and handed it to her.

Pan Yun was very surprised: "Okay, you should look at someone with new eyes after an hour of absence."

Master Li: "...Master Pan, you are really good at teasing people."

Pan Yun: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Master Li: "Master Pan, are you leaving now?"

Pan Jun said "hmm" and counted on his fingers: "If I go back now, I can still sleep for two hours."

Master Li: "Then can you sell me some more talismans?"

Pan Yun tilted her head: "A glittering golden talisman?"

"No, no, no, ordinary talisman paper will do."

Pan Jun raised an eyebrow: "You know what you are talking about!"

Pan Yun gave the talismans he drew tonight to Magistrate Wu, but he still had some in stock, but unfortunately they were all talismans for peace and wealth.

After all, these two types of symbols are the most popular.

Pan Yun took out the talisman and showed it to him: "Do you want it?"

Mr. Li: "I want five of each."

He took out two hundred taels of silver.

Pan Yun: "Don't you want more? You have to go to Longhu Mountain every time to buy a talisman, and it costs a lot to go back and forth. Their talismans are expensive. I won't be in Longhu Mountain for a long time next time..."

Master Li frowned: "It's because I don't have money..."

"Go away!" Master Li pushed his son away, "You don't have money, but I do!"

Master Li smiled at Pan Yun ingratiatingly: "Master Pan, I will buy all the talismans you have."

If Mr. Li buys it...

Pan Yun resisted the urge to raise the price, counted the talismans in his hand, and slapped his palm with a snap: "There are still six fortune talismans and four peace talismans left. Two hundred taels for you, thank you!"

Mr. Li happily paid for it.

Magistrate Wu resisted the urge to touch the talisman paper in his arms.

He had a bunch of talismans in his arms that Pan Yun gave him. He always felt that the talismans in his arms were different from the ones bought by Master Li. They were more restrained and more valuable.

After receiving the money, Pan Yun felt that the trip was worth it.

With this money, she won't have to worry about money for a long time.

Pan Yun said goodbye to them: "If you have any questions in this regard in the future, you can come to me. See you later."

They didn't want this to happen again, but Magistrate Wu would definitely contact Pan Yun in the future, so he asked, "How can I contact you, Taoist priest, in the future?"

Pan Yun: "Write to Longhu Mountain Academy or Sanqing Mountain and I can receive it."

(End of this chapter)