One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 435: Mountain Search and Soul Capture Altar Method
In fact, Wen Bo was worried.

When he heard Zhao Fuyun say that he wanted to invite demons and ghosts to visit the human world with fog, he was afraid that these demons and ghosts would see these people and become concerned about them. They would come to harass them from time to time, or abduct people and take them to the caves to be eaten or used for entertainment.

"Don't worry, Wenbo. After seeing this, these demons and ghosts will never dare to have any thoughts about him again."

After Zhao Fuyun finished speaking, Wen Bo asked again: "However, how do we invite the demons from the mountains within a hundred miles of Wuze? Moreover, these demons usually hide in deep caves."

There was a lot of worry in Wen Bo's eyes. Obviously, he was still worried about what Zhao Fuyun was going to do.

He was a calm and steady person back then, and he is still the same now. He hopes that Wu Ze can live in peace in this area and not provoke the surrounding monsters and ghosts. It would be best if everyone could live in peace.

When looking at Wen Xun, Zhao Fuyun saw that there was only calmness in her eyes, and she seemed to be in a state of calmness in her dealings with the world.

"That's just right. I have a method that can transmit messages over a hundred miles. This time I will teach it to you two. You two will watch it."

Wen Xun's eyes lit up, and he bowed to Zhao Fuyun and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for teaching me."

"Among the altar methods of Qiutan Mountain, there is a method called 'Searching Mountains and Capturing Spirits Altar Method', which is considered one of the fundamental methods of all the altar methods of Qiutan Mountain."

Zhao Fuyun's words were rather plain, but to Wen Bo, this was a skill he had only heard of but had never seen before.

There are many people who can control ghosts, but those who have such ability only exist in legends.

"The spirits of plants and trees between mountains and rivers, ghosts in caves, and gods in temples can all be called spirits. I set up the altar to capture spirits. I don't want to summon them directly, but to notify them to come here. Of course, if you know the name of a ghost or god, you can summon them. If they don't come, you can arrest them. Once they are arrested on the altar, your life or death is up to you. You can punish or kill them."

"The key to this ritual is to awaken the spirits of the mountains. There are tens of thousands of spirits in the mountains, but you can say that you are the only spirit among the mountains."

So he began to explain the fundamental rules of the altar while giving instructions for what was needed.

"The altar method is to use external forces to carry out my affairs, so naturally I need to inform the 'heaven and earth'. This 'heaven and earth' is usually a general term. What we want to tell now is this piece of mountains and rivers."

"The mountains and rivers have spirits, they can hear..."

"Find a high place, facing the person you want to inform, set up a table and an incense burner. No sacrifice is needed. The spirits of mountains and rivers are noble and pure, and cannot be stained by meat or fish. However, the words of the sacrifice must be beautiful."

"Then, with the table as the center, find an old tree to the east, burn incense and kowtow, and say that someone is offering sacrifices to the mountain spirits, please listen. Then, find a luminous object to the south, whether it is a living thing or an object, and burn incense and kowtow. Then, find a large stone to the north, preferably one that is buried deep in the ground but exposed to the outside, burn incense and kowtow. Then, find a body of water to the north, whether it is a well or a deep pool in the mountains, burn incense and kowtow, this is to inform the spirits of the four directions."

“Light a stick of incense, chant a beautiful poem for the mountains and rivers to hear, and at the end, you must say, ‘I wish to live with you.’ When you hear the response from the mountains and rivers, you can say what you want to say. In this way, our words will be the words of the spirit of these mountains. In this way, we will become one with the mountains, able to attract ghosts and gods, and suppress demons.”

"The key is piety. When you chant the sacrificial words, you must be sincere. When you finally say what you want to say, you must regard yourself as a part of the spirit of this mountain."

After Zhao Fuyun finished speaking, he followed the steps to carry them out.

Wen Xun and Wen Bo were both beside him. When people from the county heard about the table, they took the initiative to move it over, saying that it was an altar that had been used for hundreds of years and was filled with the rich aroma of incense.

The desk was placed in front of the Chiyan Temple, facing the Jiuqu Mist River.

He went to the mountain in the east to look for an ancient tree. There were many towering ancient trees on the mountain, but Zhao Fuyun picked one that did not look very tall. However, this tree seemed to have experienced a lot of setbacks. Half of it was dead, but the other half was still stubbornly growing new branches. There were many dead holes on the tree.

Zhao Fuyun stopped under the tree, squatted down, patted the tree roots three times, and then said: "Tree Master, I have a stick of incense for you to taste. Later, someone will offer sacrifices to the mountain spirit. I hope you will listen carefully."

After saying that, he lit a stick of incense and stuck it into the ground, then stood up and bowed.

Then, we went south again.

The south side faces the Jiuquwu River.

He found a glowing insect on the river bank. They were coiled on a group of grass leaves by the river. Zhao Fuyun actually blew on them, burned incense and talked to them.

Then, he found a stone buried deep in the soil on the west side, tapped the stone, spoke, burned incense, and bowed. Finally, he found a deep pool on the north side. When the weather was dry, there would be no water in the wells dug, but there would still be water in this deep pool. Therefore, when there was drought, it was the source of water for people nearby. He tapped the water surface three times in front of the pool, then spoke, burned incense, and bowed.

Finally, return to the Red Flame Temple.

When he did this, he did not say a word to Wenxun and Wenbo, who followed silently. Some people in the county were curious and followed him. When Zhao Fuyun was worshipping, they stood far away and worshipped, and some even knelt down. Zhao Fuyun walked all the way back to the front of the Chiyan Temple. Wenxun felt that his senior brother's aura was constantly converging during this process, as if he was merging with the mountains and rivers.

Zhao Fuyun returned to the Chiyan Temple, stood still, faced the Jiuquwu River and mountains in the south, and began to offer sacrifices to the mountain spirits.

His voice was loud but not abrupt, as if he was talking to an old man, loud and friendly.

After the opening remarks of the sacrificial speech, Wen Xun heard an extremely beautiful and elegant article describing the beauty of mountains and rivers. It contained various personifications and lyrical expressions. It did not seem to be praising the mountains and rivers, but rather praising a beautiful woman and a strong man.

Gradually, Wen Xun and Wen Bo both felt that Zhao Fuyun's voice suddenly became ethereal. Fog had appeared between the mountains at some point, and the mist rising from the river enveloped the hillside.

They could no longer see the river at the foot of the hill or the distant mountains, but they seemed to hear the sounds of the wind, birds, the roar of the river, and the cries of some monsters.

And Zhao Fuyun's eulogy came to the end.

"I wish to live with you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Xun and Wen Bo felt that Zhao Fuyun's aura had changed, becoming ethereal, mysterious, or even tall.

The wind seemed to be surrounding him, whispering to him, and welcoming him to join.

At this time, he said, "I have something to tell you all among these mountains. Three days from now at midnight, I will be at the top of a mountain outside Wuze County. Please enjoy the most beautiful scenery on earth. I hope you will not break this promise. I am waiting for you at Tiandu Mountain!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they spread like an invisible wave.

At this time, a voice seemed to be heard in the mountains within a hundred miles of the Red Flame Temple.

There was a monster in the cave. The wind blew into the cave, and a sound seemed to be heard in the wind. The monster, who was originally sleeping on a stone, suddenly woke up, thinking that someone had invaded the cave, but he did not smell any living person.

So he listened attentively, and he heard, in the breeze blowing into the mountains, something like someone inviting him.

There is another mountain, and in the mountain there is a temple. A bell is hung in the corner in front of the temple. The bell rings softly in the wind, but it seems to be speaking. The statue of the three-eyed evil ghost in the temple seems to have opened its eyes.

There were foxes playing by the river again. Suddenly, one of the little foxes became quiet and listened to the sound of the stream.

"Grandma, there's someone talking in this stream!"

The old fox immediately asked all the little foxes to stop. She listened carefully and found that someone was indeed talking. That person seemed to be inviting the spirits in the mountains to go to the top of the mountain outside Wuze County to watch the most beautiful scenery on earth.

"Wu Ze County!" A hint of deep thought flashed through the old fox's eyes.

She still remembers the name Fuyun.

The wind blew through the forest, making a soft rustling sound, and amid the sound there was a human voice.

In the dark, there are fireflies flying. Wherever the fireflies pass by, it seems like someone is inviting you to enjoy the scenery at midnight three days later!

"Wuzhe County, Tiandu Mountain cultivator, I want to see it."

There was a corpse hidden deep underground, with a blue-black face and sores. A cockroach was crawling on his face, squeaking. The sleeping corpse suddenly woke up because he actually heard a person talking from the sound of the insect.

"You dare to disturb my deep sleep and interrupt my sweet dreams. So, let's go and take a look. I don't know if Wuze County is beautiful or not, but there must be a county with good blood and food. It will definitely be a gluttonous feast."

As his mind turned, he rolled the insect into his mouth with a flick of his tongue and started eating it.

……

The mountains echo, the wind sings, and the insects sing.

(End of this chapter)