Immortal Dao Fruits, Cards to Help Me

Chapter 133 Practice
Some of the wandering ghosts had already entered the massive formation, excitedly inhaling the blue smoke around the huge bonfire.

His sallow and emaciated appearance improved, and even his eyes became more lively.

When you get closer, you can see it clearly.

These wandering ghosts had disheveled hair, some of which was almost bald. They were dressed in tattered clothes, some of them were even naked, with bare upper bodies, bluish-green skin, bony bones, and protruding joints, looking just like ghosts!
These wandering ghosts will either become evil spirits that slaughter living beings due to a moment of resentment, or they will dissipate in a state of dullness and pain.

These wandering ghosts, already in such a miserable state, probably carry some sins and karmic burdens that prevent them from being reincarnated.

There was no one to offer sacrifices. They could only endure the torment of the departed spirits, waiting for their souls to dissipate.

Now, they have finally encountered an opportunity to recover and enjoy a round of sacrifices. This will allow them to survive for several more years.

There are more and more ghosts. Before, there were only two or three hundred, but now there are more than two or three thousand.

Looking down from high above, Chen Xiuxian felt that the surroundings were already becoming densely packed.

Moreover, many large ghosts, vengeful ghosts, and evil spirits began to appear...

There were also many strangely shaped ghosts: some without lower bodies, some with only one leg, some carrying their own heads, some with bellies as big as vats, some charred black, some dripping wet...

Some evil spirits, while inhaling the smoke from the sacrificial offerings, also grabbed other weak and lonely ghosts, tore them apart, and devoured them.

Just like eating shredded chicken!
The scene was extremely cruel and disgusting!
Chen Xiuxian flew through the sky on his Azure Leaf Wind Boat, his two flying swords alternating between striking and slashing, constantly killing those ghosts who were doing evil or had completely lost their will and were attacking any other ghosts.

Occasionally, if a ghost catches their eye, they'll ask if it's willing to surrender.

Of course, most of them lack self-awareness, so there's nothing that can be done about it.

However, he still filled all the slots for Tiger Head brand. After all, with such a large number of applicants, he was bound to find suitable candidates.

Although this time I'm doing a favor for the City God, it doesn't stop me from doing some personal work, does it?
The cook will not harvest the grains if he does not steal them.

Even electricians know to wrap a few rolls of wire around their waist before doing any work.
……

Before long, nearly ten thousand wandering ghosts had gathered around the formation, and the formation was almost completely filled.

At this moment, five or six junior Taoist priests and young Taoist priests around them began to get busy.

They lit incense and candles, burned the inscriptions, and picked up various musical instruments to begin playing.

The Taoist priest, who was in his early twenties, began to lead the others in chanting the "Purification Mantra."

As the incantation was recited, a strange magical power spread out around.

The snow on the ground began to melt, the decaying bones on the ancient battlefield began to turn white, and the tattered and filthy wandering ghosts also became clean!
Those wandering ghosts, who always had furrowed brows, pained expressions, and some were still wailing, seemed to have received some kind of comfort and began to calm down.

At this moment, the young Taoist priest began to strike a jade chime, and a soft humming sound spread outwards in the wild.

A semi-transparent wave of magical energy spread out for a mile.

Most of the wandering ghosts attracted by the green smoke began to quiet down and all looked at the Taoist priest in the altar.

Those Taoist priests from the Shangqing Palace on Jiuding Iron Temple Mountain began to play musical instruments again: bells, wooden fish, cymbals, gongs and drums!
The young Taoist priest began to sing a Taoist song:

Yesterday, in the desolate wilderness, only white bones lay scattered, lying silently in the barren sand, battered by wind and rain. In life, they were piled high with gold and jade, but in death, what glory could they display? With their last breath, they gritted their teeth, their faces turned upwards under the moon over the West River.

Sigh... Skull...

It's truly... truly... lamentable...
A pile of white bones
Like a tangled mess of firewood.
Skull~ You~ can't~ tell~~
Upside down~
Head south, feet north

Place your hand on ~
West and East
Skin ~ Flesh ~ Tendons ~ Bones ~ Blood ~
Everything is transformed—dry, clean, and pure.
My hair was blown away by the wind.
Vanished without a trace!
Skull~ Go after you die~~

Is there anyone who would be so kind as to offer assistance?
Push the soil upwards.
Thinking back to you back then...

In that world...
It is also ~wind~flowers~snow~moon~~

I never imagined that I'd end up with nothing but a cold breeze blowing through my hands.
"Skull~ Sigh~"

The song was ancient and desolate, with a long and deep melody, and a sense of emptiness and sorrow began to spread.

Even Chen Xiuxian felt extremely sad upon hearing this, feeling that life is too short and only a few autumns pass by.

I want to ask myself where I came from, where I am going, and what the meaning of my life is.
The wandering ghosts and spirits wept bitterly upon hearing this.

Another, slightly younger Taoist disciple saw his senior brother nod, dipped his finger in the water bowl, and flicked it at the many ghosts below.

The water that was ejected turned into mist in mid-air, pouring over the wandering ghosts and spirits, washing away their blood and wounds, and restoring them to human form.

The Taoist priest, who was in his early twenties, picked up a bronze bowl containing crystal-clear rice that had been purified through a ritual.

He started grabbing handfuls of rice and scattering them into the distance.

As the rice fell, the long-standing hunger of those wandering ghosts seemed to gradually disappear. One by one, they revealed joyful smiles.

This is the "Food Offering Ritual," a type of ritual for the deceased.

Meanwhile, some other Taoist boys began chanting the "Supreme Mysterious Treasure Sutra for Saving from Suffering and Removing Sins," performing rituals to deliver the souls of many wandering ghosts!
Of course, the scholar-official also held a token and took away some large ghosts that looked strong and still had some consciousness. These would become good servants for the City God in the future.

Of course, these days, is it better to be pardoned and go to the underworld to wait for a lottery to be reincarnated, or to live a life of luxury under the City God? It's really hard to say which is better~
……

Chen Xiuxian's side fared relatively well. Although there were quite a few mischievous ghosts, they were all killed by Chen Xiuxian.

Some of the restless spirits were dealt with by the gambling addict Ma Si'er and the silver ghost.

Seeing that the number of ghosts on the other side was large, but seemed to be restricted by the formation, Toad Gold also took out his weapon and began to maintain order.

In short, nothing major went wrong.

Meanwhile, in other parts of the body, rituals for the deceased are also being performed.

On the other hand, the ritual performed by the Taoist priest Shouyang went even more smoothly and formally.

He had more than twenty junior disciples. The Taoist formation was set up, with the Tai Chi Bagua arranged and huge talismans shining in mid-air. The Taoists were all holding various magical artifacts. The formation was as large as two miles in circumference.

Once those wandering spirits enter, they cannot leave.

Moreover, they were all frozen in place, obediently huddled together, waiting to be exorcised.

When the ferocious demon caused trouble, the Taoist priest Shouyang on the high altar waved his hand and unleashed a palm thunderbolt, which was instantly destroyed by a bolt of lightning!

Meanwhile, the monks at the Jade Buddha Temple were even more professional in their Water and Land Dharma Assembly. There were more than thirty monks playing music and chanting sutras, and golden mantras flew out of their mouths, forming a huge "卍" character in the air!

There were also more than twenty burly Buddhist monks protecting them.

Meanwhile, at the old shaman Chunhua's place, thirty or forty shaman disciples who looked no different from ordinary people set up an offering table, lit incense and candles, lit a bonfire to burn a large amount of paper money, and then each of them drank a mouthful of strong liquor and began to shake their heads to invite the gods.

As the King Wen Drum sounded, he began to sing "The Soldier's Decree" and "The Divine Tune".

Then, wisps of white smoke rose from above their heads, and images of foxes, weasels, and willows appeared in mid-air, guiding the wandering ghosts through a ritual to deliver them from suffering.

……

Four or five hundred miles away, at the border between Liaodong and the Wild Boar People, a gaunt, effeminate young man with a pale face, carrying a black sword and holding a scroll, was gazing intently in the direction of Shencheng with shining eyes.

If Master Shouming of Tiesha Mountain were here, he would recognize that this person was Bai Liang, the soul-reaping messenger of the Thirteen Underworld Messengers of the Underworld, with whom he had fought before and suffered a minor loss.

He angrily cursed, "I never expected the Emperor of Da Shun to suddenly appoint a City God! What bad luck!"

(End of this chapter)