Taishang asks longevity

Chapter 170 Ceremony
At night, the villagers gather here.

After the Taoist altar was set up, Master Jia put on a Taoist robe, which looked quite imposing.

Li Changsheng also came, moved a small stool, and sat in the crowd.

Although it was just some small rituals for summoning souls, there would be no mistakes in Master Jia's rich experience, but Li Changsheng also wanted to see how much the level of today's Taoist priests has dropped in comparison to magic techniques over the past few thousand years.

What's more, although Master Jia has rich experience, Li Changsheng is also worried that there will be accidents in the process of performing rituals for dozens of corpses at the same time.

As the night grew colder, Master Jia shook the bell in his hand.

The incense was lit, and white candles were inserted, only to see Mr. Jia pick up a mahogany sword, chanting a mantra, and began to walk around the altar.

The villagers watched intently.

Master Jia's walking speed became faster and faster, and suddenly he yelled, "Shoot..."

After finishing the sentence, he took out the talisman papers he had prepared and pasted them on the two small benches. The rest of the talisman papers kept beating. Between the small benches, a fairy bridge was built.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng smiled slightly.

Master Jia's skills are not too bad.

Although this Immortal Bridge is above trivial matters, the basic method of Taoist priests is this small Immortal Bridge, but it can be seen how a Taoist priest is.

For Taoist priests with low morals, it is very likely that this fairy bridge will take half an hour, and it may not be possible to build it.

But at Master Jia's age, his morality is naturally not weak, and the fairy bridge was erected as soon as it was built.

All I saw was that Master Jia took out the prepared paper figure from his pocket, placed it on the altar, grabbed a handful of raw glutinous rice in his hand, and threw it towards the flame on the candle.

After the mantra was uttered, the fire light "scratched" and rushed straight up, and a wave of heat rolled out.

The paper man also stood up at once.

As a professional corpse exorcist, Mr. Jia is very good at lifting corpses, so it's easy to set up a small paper man.

"Soul, soul, listen to my orders, walk across the bridge, pass through the dark and ascend to heaven, hurry like a law..."

Master Jia's expression was grave, and he let out an angry roar, pointing the mahogany sword in his hand at the corpse that had been placed before.

Naturally, the villagers couldn't see it, but Li Changsheng could clearly see that the traces of soul left in the corpse were summoned by Master Jia at this moment, turning into scattered green lights and gathered together , slowly flew towards Mr. Jia, and fell into the paper figurines.

The flame flickered, and a gust of cold wind blew over.

Master Jia held the mahogany sword in his hand and pointed lightly, only to see the paper figure move and jump onto the tip of the mahogany sword.

The villagers were dumbfounded and surprised.

I saw Master Jia put the mahogany sword to the side of the fairy bridge, and the paper figure seemed to be guided, and jumped onto the fairy bridge at once.

"Cross the bridge..." Master Jia's face turned cold, and he shouted sharply.

The paper man started to walk the fairy bridge step by step.

The fairy bridge was built with talisman paper, swaying in the wind, although the paper man moved slowly, every step was very solid.

Everyone was terrified and couldn't help holding their breath. They were afraid that they would breathe too much, so they blew the paper man off the fairy bridge.

Crossing the fairy bridge is a very important ceremony. Only after passing the fairy bridge can the dead be guaranteed to be reincarnated.Once among the dead, some people committed heinous crimes and cannot be reincarnated as human beings, then it is very likely that they will not be able to cross the fairy bridge.

At this moment, not to mention the villagers, even Master Jia himself was very nervous.

This was the first time he had helped so many corpses to preside over the ceremony of the Immortal Bridge. There were too many dead souls, and they all gathered on the paper man, so the paper man was naturally much stronger.

I saw only a gust of breeze blowing by, the fairy bridge was swaying, and the paper man standing on the fairy bridge was also swaying.

After a while, cold sweat broke out on Master Jia's forehead.

As the saying goes, "The Yangguan road is easy to walk, but the Yin-Yang path is difficult." The living person walks the Yangguan road, and the dead naturally walks the Yin-Yang path.

The paper man staggered and finally passed the fairy bridge.

When everyone saw it, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Jia wiped the sweat off his forehead, picked up the paper figure and placed it on the table, and ordered the two small stools to be moved down.

These dozens of corpses have died in foreign lands, what they need to do now is naturally to call back their souls.

Generally speaking, Taoist priests order ghosts from the underworld to bring back the dead souls, and after accepting the sacrifices of relatives and family members, they send them to Huangquan Road.

Master Jia took out a stack of talisman papers and had them hang them around the mourning hall.

When the breeze blew, the talisman paper shook and made a "squeaky" sound.

I only saw Master Jia burn some ingots and put them in front of the mourning hall.

This ingot is not for the dead souls, but for the underworld ghosts who brought the dead souls back from other places.

After burning the ingots, Master Jia waved the mahogany sword in his hand, shook the bell in his hand, and began to call out his soul: "Hometown loess, people in the dream, eight thousand miles of Yangguan, follow the wind all the way, soul is soul, come back to see relatives ! Soul, soul, come back and listen to the sound! Soul, soul..."

Master Jia was in high spirits. When he opened his mouth to read, he was still moaning in a low voice, but as he went back, his voice became louder and louder.

When everyone heard about it, they only felt that Touching was hurt, and they couldn't help feeling sad.

"scold……"

With a shout, Master Jia's voice stopped suddenly, and the mahogany sword in his hand pointed lightly in the direction facing the mourning hall.

That place is a road, and at a glance, there is a dark dense forest in the distance.

I only heard the sound of "哗哗哗" in the dense forest, as if something XZ was in it.

All the villagers stared intently, only feeling a chill all over their bodies.

Li Changsheng, who was sitting in the crowd, suddenly became serious at this time, and also looked in that direction.

In the middle of the gloomy and dark forest, two messengers, holding guide flags and leading a group of dead souls, are slowly walking towards this end.

Naturally, other people couldn't see this scene, and if they could see it, they would be shocked.

The gloomy green light lingered on the bodies of those dead souls, and every dead soul seemed to have a sad expression on their faces.

Li Changsheng couldn't help sighing.

This Mr. Jia really has two tricks.

The rituals of Crossing the Immortal Bridge and Summoning Souls were done just right, too much and too little.

Looking at Master Jia in Taoist robes, a trace of doubt seemed to flash through Li Changsheng's mind.

Master Jia took out the prepared ingots again and burned them on both sides of the road.

The messengers stopped not far from the mourning hall.

The souls of the deceased drifted into the mourning hall like a ray of breeze.

The villagers only felt a gust of cold wind blowing in, and all the people couldn't help shivering.

(End of this chapter)