The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 115: Ghost Baby in the Funeral Hall
The four towns near Renjia Town are all his dojo. If there are more, he basically won’t be able to manage them all.

It is also because of this that he has no control over towns other than the four nearby towns.

If Zhe Gu came, it would indeed help consolidate the Maoshan Taoist temple to a certain extent, but it would be very disadvantageous to him!

After all, Zhe Gu still has evil intentions towards him.

Given the distance between these towns, Zhe Gu can walk back and forth several times a day.

The dojo will be bustling in the future.

When Uncle Jiu thought of the lively scene after Zhe Gu's arrival, he couldn't help but frown.

He is really afraid of this junior sister!

But seeing Uncle Jiu's sad face, Song Feng couldn't help but laugh:

"I must take a good look at the person who can make Ah Jiu so sad."

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking to the others and turned his wheelchair towards his room.

Return to the room.

Song Feng, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly turned his head and looked at the purple-headed golden-tailed scorpion quietly sitting on his shoulder:
"Soaking poisonous scorpions in wine is the best way to stimulate vitality. It seems that the time to awaken the third god has come!"

When he thought of this, he opened the cabinet next to him and took out a small jar of liquor.

He had been collecting this strong liquor from the town ever since he learned about the purple-headed, golden-tailed scorpion.

The alcohol content is definitely high enough that even if you put a little spark in it, it will burn quickly.

After opening the wine jar, Song Feng gently grabbed the purple-headed golden-tailed scorpion and threw him directly in:

"seal up!"

After covering the wine jar, Song Feng even specially drew a rune on the jar to seal the scorpion's spirit in the jar.

After all, in the process of soaking the purple-headed golden-tailed scorpion in wine to stimulate the medicinal power, a lot of its essence would be dissipated if one is not careful.

You definitely can't eat this thing forcefully.

Each of the five poisons has a corresponding method of use. If you don't know how to use it and just put everything in your mouth, you will soon be poisoned to death.

At this time, Song Feng gently squeezed the cane, then leaned it against the ground:
"Dong dong dong..."

As he tapped the ground gently, he saw the hazy figure emerging from the vine, and it suddenly appeared in front of him.

In fact, he was already very familiar with doing similar things.

But he was still cautious at this time.

After all, a little impatience can ruin a big plan, and the slightest change at a critical moment may ruin things.

"Gudu!"

A swallowing sound was heard, and then Song Feng was seen swallowing the phantom directly into his mouth, and using the divine evil spirit to merge it into his spleen.

Faintly, there seemed to be a yellowish-brown figure, sitting in the temple of the spleen in that instant.

Immediately afterwards, gold and water flowed, and water and soil were exchanged.

In just a blink of an eye, the three elements of gold, water and earth complemented each other and broke through the obstacles to give birth to new essence.

He felt these three energies begin to circulate disorderly in his body, almost damaging his internal organs.

At this moment, Song Feng used his mind to visualize the bright light, then illuminated his entire body with the bright light, and then shouted softly:
"upbraid!"

The sound of opening up sounded.

Then, the Tantric Kundalini Meditation began to work quickly to stimulate potential, making the energy in his body even more vigorous.

"Gulu gulu gulu..."

Seeing this scene, Song Feng quickly gathered the three essences and then established a cycle of mutual restraint.

Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. All numbers will change rapidly after reaching three.

These three can refer to things in a literal sense or in an abstract sense.

And at this moment, as the three temples began to gradually stabilize, they were stacked on top of each other.

Faintly, the three figures in black, white and yellow sitting in the temple that was similar in size to the Yizhuang Zushi Hall seemed to be a little unsteady:
"Rumble..."

Feeling the changes in his internal organs, and the tendency of the three essences in his body to collapse, Song Feng chuckled:
"I knew this would happen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his mind slightly, and then many paper figures appeared behind him:
"Crash..."

Dozens of paper figures stood behind him.

Although this person is not big, he is very strange. Looking at him for a few more seconds will really make people feel a chill down their spine.

"come back……"

He sighed with emotion.

Then he saw many paper figures quickly jumping on his body and covering all his internal organs.

There seemed to be a faint sense of coolness, which was transmitted to the internal organs through the paper man.

It makes his five qi and three flowers more stable.

"Teng!"

"Teng!"

"Teng!"

Three noises suddenly rang out in succession.

Then, he saw that the three paper figures that were first pasted on him turned into ashes in an instant.

Even when the ashes fell to the ground, they were blown away by the wind and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

"There's still something missing..."

At the moment when his thoughts changed, he saw dozens of paper figures surrounding him began to burn one after another:

"Crack!"

In just a moment, the many paper figures created from the three pieces of old rice paper were completely burned to ashes.

As streams of cool air entered the lungs, the originally unstable heart energy began to slowly become equal.

In the end, the three depended on each other, restrained each other, and became increasingly solid.

At this time, Song Feng only saw him gently tap the wine jar, open the scorpion wine he had just soaked in, and then gulp it down:
Gum!Gum!Gum!

Even when the poisonous scorpion ran into his mouth and was swallowed by him, he seemed to be unaware of it.

The medicinal wine turns into flames as soon as it enters the stomach.

The moment the liquor entered his stomach, his entire body seemed to be burning.

He even slowly pushed the three vital energies that he had just stabilized to become stronger, making the three internal organs a little stronger:
“…Raise the turbid air!”

The moment the thought came to his mind, the breathing pattern of his chest, mouth and nose began to change rapidly:
“…hiss… huh…”

With every breath he took, there seemed to be thunder in his chest:
"Rumble..."

The sound of thunder was heard.

Immediately afterwards, one saw a strange breath beginning to rush down along the Ren Meridian to the Du Meridian, and then began to rapidly travel through the twelve main meridians from the hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.

But in the blink of an eye, he became more alert.

By this time.

Song Feng stood up gently, and then came to the Bagua mirror in the house: "It can be considered to have some effect..."

The Bagua mirror in the charity cemetery can be used as a magical tool to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, and can also be used as a mirror to reflect facial expressions.

However, when he came to the Bagua mirror, he seemed to be able to vaguely see the three fires on his body through the Bagua mirror.

Although the shapes of these three fires seem a little illusory, as if they are about to go out.

But at this moment Song Feng knew that the scene in front of him was not fake, but he really saw the three fires on the shoulders.

This means that his physical condition has now been saved from the near-death state:

"call……"

He let out a breath gently.

Then, he exhaled a breath with three colors flowing in it.

The somewhat illusory yang fire on the left suddenly began to burn fiercely as the black shadow settled on it.

However, in the blink of an eye, it seemed to turn into a real flame, and even made Song Feng feel a burning sensation.

This is just the beginning.

As the black aura entered the Yang Fire on his left shoulder, the white aura also entered the Yang Fire on his right shoulder.

Even vaguely, inside the fire on his forehead, there sat a bright yellow figure dressed in a very noble robe.

When these three gods resided in the three yang fires, they appeared extremely hot.

It even burns hotter and hotter!

Looking at the shadows of the three Yang Fires that could already be seen through the bronze mirror, Song Feng nodded:

"Finally I can take a breath..."

As he finished speaking, the three Yang Fires that had just been visible on his body began to gradually disappear.

Then, the shadow behind Song Feng seemed to become dim again.

But this time no paper man jumped out, as if there was something inside watching and hesitating.

"Come out……"

Thinking of this, he let out a light cry, as if he was treating an old friend.

As he finished his words, one shadow after another quickly jumped out from the shadow behind him.

Many shadows, with his shadow as the core, occupied all the light places in the room.

It looked as if it had swallowed up the light.

The whole room became gloomy and cold in that instant.

At this moment, Song Feng was standing in the center of the room, looking like a dark hand in the darkness.

This style of painting is really magical!

After seeing the many shadows revealed, Song Feng moved his shoulders slightly, and then quickly included the many shadows into his own shadow:

"Now that the three flowers are in full swing, the three yang fires are burning extremely fiercely, and the magic power cultivated from the three essences has begun to take shape."

"The next step is to wait for the opportunity to see if I can upgrade my five spiritual energies and continue to strengthen the foundation of my magical power."

For ordinary practitioners, cultivation is basically pioneering, which is very difficult, but this old man is truly cultivating from scratch.

The many meridians in the body, as well as the turbid air remaining in the body, had long been opened up and cleansed by him.

Next, you just need to have a good spirit, energy and spirit, then you can easily restore your own Taoism and magic power.

It is precisely because of this.

With the little magic power he has now, he can barely protect himself.

Thinking of this, Song Feng took a piece of white paper from the table next to him and then gently unfolded it.

next moment.

Looking at the piece of white paper he had just unfolded, it instantly emitted a series of crisp cracking sounds:
"Bah!"

"Bah!"

"..."

As the white paper in front of him was torn into pieces instantly, he saw many paper figures quickly falling at his feet.

Looking at the lively appearance of these paper figures, they seemed to be no worse than the elves whose essence he had just burned to help him form the Three Flowers Tripod.

"receive!"

As he finished this word.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a large group of shadowy paper figures quickly blending into his shadow.

Looking around, the number of paper people was terrifying, but the space within his shadow seemed vast and boundless.

No matter how many little paper figures there are, he can make them blend into the shadows, which is extremely magical.

Half an hour passed.

He used up all the white paper in his room, cutting it into small paper figures one after another, and then he breathed a sigh of relief:
"With so many paper figures, I think my life safety in the future should be somewhat guaranteed."

"Although we are not able to kill them all the way to Beiyin Mountain, we are not afraid of these villains at all now."

Several days passed.

The charity cemetery that had been expanded a long time ago has now been connected to their current charity cemetery, forming a large charity cemetery with a back garden.

Although the Ren family's house was donated, the location of the house was not suitable for building Yizhuang.

So the old men in the town decided to mark out the mountains and forests near Renjia Town and use them as land for building the charity cemetery.

Even now, there are some rockery and flowing water in the charity cemetery, and a lake is created by diverting water from the river.

These days, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai have brought people to supervise the work, and the valley behind the charity cemetery is bustling with work every day.

While the construction of the charity cemetery was in full swing, occasionally one could see a sneaky middle-aged man coming to the charity cemetery, seemingly holding something.

Look carefully.

At that moment, a man came to Uncle Jiu cautiously and spoke to him softly:

"Uncle Jiu, this is our child who died young. Please place him in the Lingying Hall and offer him sacrifices for his soul."

At the end of his speech, the man carefully took out a strand of hair and placed it in Uncle Jiu's hand.

Look towards that strand of hair.

All I could see was a very illusory young soul vaguely sleeping in that strand of hair.

After hearing what the middle-aged man said, Uncle Jiu nodded seriously:
"Don't worry, Aniu. After being enshrined in the Lingying Hall, this child will surely be able to reincarnate safely and have a better future."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Ah Niu breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully took out a few dollars and put them in Uncle Jiu's hand:

"Uncle Jiu, it all depends on you from now on!"

After saying this, the man carefully glanced around the area, and when he saw that there was no one around, he left timidly.

When he was sure that there was really no one around, Uncle Jiu gently tied up the strands of hair with a red string, then sighed helplessly:
"Although there is no famine these days, the child mortality rate is not too low."

"The Lingying Hall has only been open for a short period of time and has already collected dozens of stillborn babies. This number is terrifying!"

(End of this chapter)