But it is said that there is an extremely remote Sanshui Town more than 100 kilometers away from Jiangyou City. Two small rivers intersect with the Tuojiang River here. It has been the local water and land hub for hundreds of years. On this day, there is a market in the town, and the mountain is very early in the morning.

Folks carrying burdens and carrying bamboo bags gathered on the bluestone streets, and the shouts and bargaining sounds of soliciting business on the ancient wharf were endless.

A salt alley near the head where salt was bought and sold in ancient times is a little deserted. There are only a few shops selling bamboo farm tools and scented wax paper money. There is a mysterious old house in the alley, with stone walls and tiled roofs, and a faded wooden door that is closed all day long.

It is closed, and it is difficult to see anyone coming in or out. The old house is extremely deep, with a narrow boardwalk in the middle, winding and twisting, as if there is no end.

In the morning, a young man in his twenties walked into Yan Alley, stood outside the wooden door of the old house, bowed and shouted: "Master, please open the door."

"Quanfu, come in quickly," the master's wife, who was in her seventies and dressed in black, unbolted the door and touched the top of his head affectionately, "Master is in retreat and will come out soon."

Quanfu walked through the narrow alley with wooden walls and stood outside a mysterious wooden house, waiting quietly.

There were no windows in the house, and it was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. The master's wife was right. Master Zhang Yinyang was sitting motionless on a chair, silently reciting mantras and cultivating his soul. He was blind, and his empty eyes were like

There is a pair of turbid glass beads placed on it. He is almost eighty years old, looks haggard, and is dying. When he goes out to tell fortunes or visit the land for bereaved families, he needs someone to help guide him. He is old, but he is like a dead tree in a dry land, with green leaves on its branches.

Sparse, but there is a strong vitality hidden in the trunk. His soul power is extremely powerful. In another ten years, he will be able to enter and exit other worlds unimpeded and reach the eighth level of cultivation of multiple realms of soul travel. He told his own destiny

Knowing that his days were numbered, soul cultivation had become almost all part of his life in his precious lifetime. He would only take action personally when he encountered a problem that his apprentice could not solve, so most of his daily business of looking at places and telling fortunes was left to Quanfu.

"Ahem."

A gentle cough sounded in the wooden house. Knowing that Master's retreat period had passed, Assistant Quan gently opened the door and went in. "Master, I received a business order last night. I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it. Can you please come?"

"What kind of business, tell me." Zhang Yinyang finished his work and sat motionless on the Taishi chair with his back to Quanfu, like a strange statue in the dark wooden house.

"A bus collided with a truck at the junction of Sichuan and Guizhou and rolled over into a cliff. All eight members of a family in Sanshui Town survived. Many members of the family asked you to go to the cliff to perform a ritual to lead the family's souls back to their hometown as soon as possible."

Ordinary people can't help but sigh when hearing such a tragic car accident. However, Zhang Yinyang has dealt with the dead all his life and has no sense of surprise. He asked calmly: "How far is it from the place where the car overturned to Sanshui Town?"

"It's more than three hundred miles, and it takes about four hours to take a bus on the expressway. What I'm worried about is that Master can't stand the bumpy long distance."

Zhang Yinyang stood up slowly, his empty eyes facing Quanfu, "Buddha said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Recruiting one dead soul is better than building a three-level pagoda. Recruiting souls is the job of you and me as masters and disciples.

Since someone has invited me to work, how can I shirk it? A long journey is nothing, please hurry up and pack your luggage, let’s set off immediately.”

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Just when the soul master and his disciples were about to leave for the place where the car accident occurred, a small car drove into Sanshui Town, the horn kept blaring, and it slowly moved forward at an ant-like speed amidst the bustling market crowds. The big man in the car

The beautiful driver was sweating profusely. She put her head out and asked a mountain man: "Brother, where in the town does Zhang Yinyang live?"

The mountain man pointed to an alley above the ancient wharf, "It's in the Salt Alley above. It's just a few steps away. Why do girls need to drive?"

"Thank you." There were too many people going to the market. At this time, the car was in a dilemma. The mountain people heard that they were looking for Yin Yang. They guessed that something bad had happened to her family. The mountain people were curious. Someone looked into the car and saw that the back seat was closed with a black cloth.

They were covered tightly, chattering and chattering started, and a country woman couldn't help but want to lift up the black cloth to see what was inside.

The driver was Hu Yiyue. When he saw people looking into the car, he quickly closed the window and stopped at a herbal stall on the street. The old man selling herbal medicine yelled at her to leave. As a last resort, he was guided by others and left.

The car stopped behind a shop, Lin Le was wrapped in black cloth and held in his arms, running towards Yan Alley in a hurry.

"The new year is approaching, but my family has encountered such misfortunes, how miserable." An old lady looked at the Lin Le in her hand and lamented.

"Most likely, he was terminally ill and couldn't be cured by a big hospital, so he brought him here to ask a soul master to cultivate his soul." An old man agreed.

Hu Yiyue couldn't care about people's comments, he separated from everyone politely, and strode into Yan Alley. He happened to bump into a frail old man being supported by a young man and walking out of the wooden door. Behind him was an old lady, who asked loudly

: "Is this Mr. Zhang's home?"

Zhang Yinyang raised his head, his empty eyes showing confusion and indifference, "I am Mr. Zhang, please tell me if you have anything, girl."

"Old sir, I have something to ask of you." Hu Yiyue took out a letter from Master Xingmiao, "This is a letter from Master Xingmiao of Fortress Mountain."

"Xingmiao? She came out of the mountain?" When Zhang Yinyang heard this, his body like a dead tree trembled slightly, unable to conceal the excitement in his heart. Although the two of them were very different in age, they had completed many perfect marriages more than ten years ago.

As a co-cultivated man and woman, when he heard her name, it was like a pebble was dropped into the sea of ​​vicissitudes of memory, causing ripples. However, he soon calmed down and handed the envelope to Quanfu, "Girl, please sit inside."

Back in the old house, Quanfu read out the contents of the letter word for word. After listening to it, Zhang Yinyang closed his eyelids and fell into deep thought, and asked in a low voice: "As a disciple of the Caoshen Sect, Lin Le, how could he provoke this?"

A member of the Taoist clan of Shu?"

Hu Yiyue hurriedly recounted how he defeated Hui Lu in the back mountain of Yunding, was led into the underworld and suffered revenge, and cried out sadly: "Old sir, now you are the only one who can protect him from returning to the underworld.

I borrowed grass and flowers from the hungry ghosts in the lust to cultivate my abilities and restored the seven chakras in my soul to their original state."

"Ahem," Zhang Yinyang pondered for a moment, facing the sleeping Lin Le in Hu Yiyue's hands, a pair of cloudy eyes seemed to penetrate into the depths of his soul, "This child's innate vitality and acquired heaven and earth energy

All were taken away by the resentful woman in the underworld. What’s even more terrifying is that the grass and flowers among the seven chakras

Not even a tenth of his cultivation was left, and in the process of making friends with the vicious ghost woman, he absorbed a large amount of ghost energy, evil energy, filthy energy, and the destined soul that had been immersed in the three souls, although there was not much concern for his life.
Chapter completed!