I am a fairy

Chapter 141 Lanterns Leading the Soul
After the Tiangong clan received the decree.

Several groups of people were immediately sent to Jinzhou and various places along the river.

Some went to Ximen and Jinshan counties.

Some went to Yangcheng.

Each has his own division of labor, and the tools he brings are different. The resources he has to dispatch and the "dragons" that help him are also slightly different.

Although both are mythical beasts "Ba Xia", it seems that the "magical powers" they cultivate have subtle differences.

Jinzhou, Yangcheng Huajiang Dam.

For many days since their arrival, the Tiangong people sent here have been busy checking the damage and disrepair of the dam.

With the help of the Helmet of Ghosts, the Heavenly Workers went around and analyzed the entire situation captured by drones from high above.

All possible cracks and leaks were found, and then the Tiangong clan's secret techniques and tools were used to plug the leaks, reinforce the structure, and provide disaster relief.

A number of Baxia-type cement ships transported supplies to the riverside, and concrete mixing ships helped to build the embankment. Wen Shenyou coordinated and mobilized all the river workers, and also recruited a lot of corvee labor from households on both sides of the river.

But the time is too short after all, and it is difficult to take care of the details.

midnight.

Heavy rains and floods suddenly arrived, the water level rose sharply, and the levee was under tremendous pressure.

On the embankment, people come and go.

In the darkness, one of the people patrolling the dike noticed something and pricked up his ears to listen.

Then he immediately ran somewhere, took a look, his face changed drastically, and he immediately shouted.

"Oh no, it leaked!"

"Leaked!"

The people patrolling the dike were beating gongs and drums, shouting urgently as they ran, and immediately they saw the surrounding people and river workers rushing over.

The river workers immediately organized themselves. Wearing coarse clothes and holding hoes, they rushed to the breach.

"Hurry, tie up the reeds!" a river worker shouted.

"Build a bamboo frame and fill it with soil!" another river worker waved his hand.

The crowd tied up reeds tightly, built temporary supports with bamboo, and then filled them with soil and stones, trying to seal the breach as soon as possible.

But soon, everything they threw down was washed away, the breach became bigger and bigger, and everyone became more and more panicked.

"No, no, I can't stop it."

"The water was so strong that it washed away everything."

"What should I do?"

Just when everyone thought that they couldn't stop it, the Tiangong clan arrived.

Tiangong on the dike took a look at the situation and spoke urgently.

"We must act quickly, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable."

There was a sense of urgency in his words.

"Send a letter immediately and ask for more people to bring magic weapons here."

"Where is the Glazed Fairy Lamp? Whoever has it now must bring it over."

"We also need sacks and baskets, in large quantities. Hurry and bring them from the warehouse, and then organize some people..."

The Tiangong people knew that they had to take urgent measures to prevent the breach. People could wait, but the river embankments could not.

The lights on the dike began to flicker. When the Tiangong in the distance saw this, they immediately knew that something had happened and rushed over with all kinds of supplies and "magic tools".

They all gathered on the embankment.

The engineers first tried to block the breach, but the effect was not obvious.

The raindrops hit my face, freezing cold; the wind whistled past like the roar of a wild beast.

The breach was getting bigger and bigger, and there was the sound of a roaring torrent.

Like the subtle beats of a drum.

It keeps striking at people's heartstrings.

Several leading Tiangongs stood together and discussed countermeasures with each other.

"No, the flood water is turbid, and it is difficult to accurately determine the exact location and size of the breach from the surface."

"That's right. We have no idea what's going on under the water. How can we block it like this? We don't even know how deep it is or how much damage the levee has done under the water!"

"We need to send people into the water to explore and measure the situation, so that we can find the location of the breach more accurately, and then drive piles or place sandbags and gabions to try to seal the breach."

Soon, two people from the Tiangong tribe and a dozen river workers who were familiar with water tied themselves up. Some of them carried sandbags, gabions, and straw bundles, and jumped into the turbulent river with ropes.

When they jumped into the water, the splashes mixed with the rain and they disappeared without a trace.

In the heavy rain, everyone was silent.

Everyone on the levee watched their companions disappear into the river, feeling worried and terrified.

Time passes, but the rainstorm continues.

No one knows whether there is anyone on the other end of the rope.

The Tiangong people, the Yangcheng river workers, and the people on both sides of the strait were anxiously awaiting news. Raindrops hit their bodies, faces, and hearts, and every drop was like a test from God for them.

Finally, the wait paid off.

"Found it. Found the location."

"See, there it is!"

"Don't panic, everyone listen to my orders..."

"Steady, steady."

immediately.

Everyone got moving. The river workers, common people and the Tiangong tribe continued to guard the dike together. At the same time, more and more people were rushing here.

Fight with the crowd and compete with the times.

Work together to stop the breach and stabilize the levee.

This is a struggle between the power of mortals and the power of heaven and earth.
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late at night.

The fight was still going on on the dike, and Liu Hu also arrived.

In front of Liu Hu was a row of corpses, each of them was wet, and had just been pulled out of the river.

These were the first group of people who jumped into the river. Many of them were already dead when they were pulled back.

What's worse, there is no trace of the corpse.

The two leaders among them were from the Tiangong clan, as could be seen from the clothes they wore and the characteristics of mountain people.

Someone stepped forward and said, "Head, the people are dead, should we send them back?"

Liu Hu looked at the people who were still trying to rescue him and asked, "Can they save him?"

After a while, the rescuer shook his head and said, "It's too late to save him."

Liu Hu nodded: "I understand."

Everyone stopped talking.

At this moment, on one side is the levee that has not been blocked, and on the other side are people dying.

Suddenly, Liu Hu looked at the corpse on the ground, knelt on one knee and closed the man's eyes.

"Don't worry or be afraid."

"Life and death are determined by fate. We have sacrificed our lives to prevent this disaster, so it can be considered a worthy death."

"Although we are dead, we are the work of God. The God and the witch have already arranged a place for us."

"We are God's work in life, and we are God's work in death."

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone looked at Liu Hu, and their expressions changed.

Although the wizard had never said it explicitly, the Tiangong clan had already spread the rumor.

The shaman once told Liu Hu, who was wearing the helmet of ghosts and gods, that he was the leader of the Tiangong tribe in the world when he was alive, and he would become a ghost and god immediately after his death.

Since arrangements have already been made for the future of Liu Hu, the head of the Tiangong clan, after his death, then what about these Tiangong people? Even if they cannot become ghosts or gods, they will always have a place to go!

And at this moment, this question seems to have an answer.

Then, under everyone's attention, Liu Hu was heard saying.

"The last time I met the wizard."

"The shaman told me that those of us who built the Dragon Dike are all recorded in the Book of the Underworld, and the merits we have gained are also recorded in the Underworld."

"After death, the soul can be summoned into the wormwood."

Everyone hurriedly asked, "Chief, may I ask what Haoli is?"

Liu Hu remembered that the shaman recited a poem at that time.

At this moment, Liu Hu also read this poem to everyone.

"Whose land is this in the weeds? It gathers souls of all kinds, wise and foolish. The ghost master is urging us. Human life cannot but hesitate."

In fact, this poem was read by Yun Zhongjun to the shaman.

But the shaman didn't know what Haoli was, so he read the poem again to Liu Hu.

But after listening to this poem, I seemed to understand what Haoli is.

Think again.

I don’t understand what I understood.

But after listening to this poem, the panic in my heart was inexplicably relieved a lot.

Listening to the poem, you will know that Haoli must be the place where the dead and wild ghosts go, and the place where the gods and witches can arrange for them to go must be a good place.

"I guess it must be a place like a paradise, where Ghost Uncle will no longer urge us and we will no longer hesitate."

"I think it's probably a place like our home in the mountains, with a stream flowing in front of the door and wild flowers everywhere."

"Yeah, I suddenly want to go back and take a look."

"Why go back? It's too hard in the mountains. I will definitely go back and bring everyone out if I have the chance."

Everyone fears death, but when they think that their destination has already been decided and it is a good place, they seem to become less afraid.

And in between conversations.

Liu Hu took out a palm-sized lantern from a box, and there were many such lanterns in the box.

Upon seeing this, everyone looked over, but no one understood what that thing was.

That is the soul-guiding lamp on the other side.

When the wizard told him about the incident in Haoli, he also gave him this lantern. In fact, every member of the Tiangong clan who had a name and a surname had a lantern.

The wizard not only pointed out their destination, but also prepared the way and method to get there.

Liu Hu placed a lantern on the forehead of a recently dead Tiangong tribe member, knelt on one knee, and performed a simple soul-calling ceremony on the wind-swept levee. "Soul, come back! Don't stop in the south."

"..."

"Soul, come back. The harm in the west is thousands of miles of quicksand."

As Liu Hu called out, the lantern changed.

With the last sentence: "Soul, come back."

Under the gazes of everyone, the lantern slowly melted and then slowly implanted itself into the body of the deceased.

The roots of the flower penetrated into the body, and the contracted buds extended along the long hair, just like that, sticking up on the head.

If you look closely, it is extremely magical.

Everyone shouted.

"The soul is back."

"The soul is back."

"Okay, okay, we brothers didn't drown in the water and become water ghosts for the rest of our lives."

Liu Hu summoned back the "souls" of two people twice in a row. After he stood up, he looked at the other people who were still lying there.

"What about these people?"

The mountain people have become the workers of nature and have great merits, so they can naturally enter the artemisia.

However, these river workers are not listed in the Book of the Underworld. They may have merits, but Liu Hu and the other heavenly workers do not know whether they can enter Haoli.

But at this time, several leading river workers gathered around.

The river workers on and below the dike were busy coming and going.

But between the past.

What Liu Hu just said and the strange phenomenon that occurred during the summoning of souls were all seen and heard by the river workers.

"The Lord of Ghosts and Gods!"

"God of Heaven, please also let my brother who is waiting for me enter that weeds!"

"Yes, yes, my brother also died for the embankment, let him in too!"

Those river workers and Liu Hu were not familiar with the Tiangong clan. On normal days, Liu Hu and Tiangong would certainly ignore such a request, but today was different.

These river workers, like them, were determined to protect the embankment with their lives, so they could not say any cruel words.

Especially at this moment, the levee still needs the Tiangong clan and all the river embankments to stabilize it. Being able to stabilize everyone's hearts has also become an extremely important thing.

The river workers looked at Liu Hu eagerly, and finally even the natural workers looked at Liu Hu.

Before Liu Hu became the head of the Tiangong clan, he was also a country knight and a man of integrity.

He saw the actions of these river workers and naturally appreciated them very much, but he was not qualified to agree to such things and could only talk about it.

"I need to report this matter to the witch immediately."

"However, the shaman once said that those who have merits can enter the dam. If you can protect this land and save the people on both sides of the dam, then those who died for the dam will naturally have great merits."

The river workers immediately saluted together and spoke to the leader of the Tiangong tribe who had the terrifying appearance of a "tiger head and a human body".

"Don't worry, ghosts and gods, we will definitely do our best to protect the embankment without leaving any effort."

"These two sides are our hometown, how can we not fight to the death to protect each other."

"If you die, you die. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Seeing this, Liu Hu was also very moved.
Grit your teeth and tell everyone.

"Light up the soul lamp first. If you are late, the soul won't be able to be summoned back, and everything will be too late."

At this moment, the entire levee was filled with cheers.

"The soul is back!"

"The soul is back!"

Listening to Liu Hu singing the ancient soul-calling chapter again, the people around him knelt down one by one and chanted along.

Although there were big and small differences in the local accents, everyone was from Chu, and most of them had heard of this soul-calling song, or at least could hum a few lines along with the tune.

Although it is not audible.

But the chaotic sound cavity mixed together makes people feel calm.

For a moment, the atmosphere of the entire levee seemed to change.

Everyone on and below the dike became more desperate and rushed towards the place where the dike broke.

The violent storm and the huge waves.

Nor can it stop the people from uniting as one.
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Artemisia.

Although it was not the first time that I had heard of the witch, it was the first time that I came here.

Passing through the stone bridge, the giant spirit towering into the sky was waving the banner to call back souls.

Under the majestic and murderous gate of Youdu City, the terrifying Ghost Master looked down upon her.

The wizard passed through this place of life and death, and unknowingly arrived at a place like a dreamland.

"Is this place Haoli?"

Wherever you look, there is wormwood everywhere.

The height and luxuriance of this wormwood far surpass those on earth, and it also emits a soothing fragrance.

Fireflies flew out from the wormwood and shuttled over the pond and swamp.

Although the sky was still dark, it was no longer filled with the dark wind and howling ghosts.

The shaman walked under the fireflies on the rotten grass.

She looked at the flickering fluorescence and said, "So this is what Haoli looks like."

At this time, a figure's voice reached the witch's ears: "This is not what Haoli really looks like."

The shaman looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw layers of wormwood turning over, and a figure in white riding on a tall elk was crossing the embankment covered with wormwood.

The wizard immediately chased after him.

She pushed aside layers of wormwood, passed through the overwhelming fireflies, and finally caught up with the boy riding the elk.

Yun Zhongjun was only wearing an ordinary white robe without any other decorations. He was accompanying the elk and looked full of primitive wildness and natural flavor.

The wizard came under the elk and looked up at Yun Zhongjun.

Yun Zhongjun turned his head and looked elsewhere.

The witch also looked over: "What is that?"

What comes into view is an abrupt village, which appears in the weeds.

Yun Zhongjun: "Zhangjia Village!"

Divine wizard: "But, it doesn't look like it!"

Yun Zhongjun: "It was the former Zhangjia Village."

The wizard immediately understood that this was the Zhangjia Village that was buried under the mud and rocks.

Yun Zhongjun: "If mortals can choose where to go after death, where would they go?"

Divine witch: "Return to your hometown."

It may not necessarily be my hometown, but it must be the place that leaves the deepest impression in my memory.

And this wormwood is the place that continuously extracts the most real and realistic information from the other person's memory.

Record the visual image that is most firmly in your memory, and also record the corresponding tactile sensation.

Record the most unforgettable smell you smelled in your childhood, and record the most delicious smell you have ever tasted in your life.

To make this virtual world more and more real, and eventually become the same as the real world.

Let anyone who enters here later.

Even if you have never touched the texture of jade, you can still feel its warmth.

Even if you have never tasted delicacies from land and sea, you can still know how delicious they are.

Even if you have never been to the sea of ​​flowers on the mountains, you can still know how high it is and the fragrance of the flowers.

But the witch didn't understand what Yun Zhongjun was thinking. She just felt that Haoli was really a place like a paradise and a dream.

Finally, Yun Zhongjun rode on the elk and said, "I already know what you asked."

The divine witch quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, Lord Yunzhong."

Yun Zhongjun didn't seem to think there was anything to be thankful for. The other party rode on a elk and stepped on the wormwood, and flew away gracefully under the pursuit of fireflies.

tell her.

"Entering the weeds may not be a blessing."

"Not being allowed in is not a disaster."

“It’s just a different option.”
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Riverside.

Soon, the ghosts and gods arrived.

The dragon also came with the wind and rain, illuminating the shore.

Everyone watched as the dark ghost led the souls into the underworld, and the ghost led the deceased onto strange light boats.

There was no one on the boat, only a lit magical lantern.

This boat is not for ordinary people to ride, nor is it allowed for ordinary people to set foot on. It can just accommodate one person lying motionless.

It is the boat to the other side of the underworld.

Everyone watched as the ghost took the deceased away, and the boat on the other side of the underworld gradually went farther and farther away until it was out of sight, as if it was carrying the deceased into the river.

Or, sink all the way into the underworld.

"The soul is back!"

"The soul is back!"

People on the shore shouted and bid farewell.

This is not the return of the soul of the deceased, but guiding it to where it should go.

It's called Haoli.

Also known as the place of returning home.

at night.

Countless people were busy on the river embankment, never stopping. Many people were so tired that they fell asleep directly in the mud and under the embankment.

However, part of the embankment has been blocked.

Although it is not over yet, I can see that there is hope.

(End of this chapter)