Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 42: Soul-crossing Iron Gong Sound

Wang Huyue talked a lot about what he saw and heard, and also asked Yang Qisheng a lot of questions.

What he wanted was not some stories about what he had seen and heard, but something about cultivation, and he brought the topic to the Five Elements Formation several times.

Yang Qisheng knew his intention. Since he couldn't tell him about the things in his own Taiyi Palace, he picked out some things from the "Eight Yang Divine Mantras of Heaven and Earth" and told him some.

The more Wang Huyue listened, the more he felt something was wrong. His face changed color, and finally, he couldn't help but asked in a deep voice, "Friend Yang, do you know someone named Jin Guangding?"

Yang Qisheng nodded: "He killed forty-eight members of my family, and I killed three of his disciples."

"Are you serious?" Wang Huyue's face was full of excitement.

Yang Qisheng suddenly remembered that Jin Guangding's apprentice Ma Xiong once asked him if he was the "Tiger Leaping Taoist". It was a casual reply nearly three years ago, but he didn't expect it to be relevant here today.

It turns out that Wang Huyue is Jin Guangding's mortal enemy. Jin Guangding has been in seclusion in the mountains for twenty years just to avoid him. After he refined the Golden Light Sword and came out of the mountains, he was the one who wanted to seek revenge.

Yang Qisheng didn't go into detail about the tragedy that year, only saying that Jin Guangding was dead: "He was stabbed to death by Wen Jingluan, the White Bone Lady of the Three Peaks Evil Sect!"

Wang Huyue had heard of Madam Bai Gu's fame and was surprised to hear this. "Why would Wen Jingluan kill him? I heard from Jin Guangding that he and Wen Jingluan had a very close relationship and that he was her lover in his youth. He only needs to send a flying talisman or a letter to summon Wen Jingluan and kill me."

Yang Qisheng didn't explain: "Jin Guangding is indeed dead. I saw him killed by Wen Jingluan with my own eyes, and I was the one who disposed of his body. The 'Eight Yang Divine Mantra of Heaven and Earth' also fell into my hands."

"It's better to be dead! It's better to be dead! This beast! My brother disappeared that year and left a mark for me. I haven't heard from him since then. He must have been murdered by him. Last year, I found the Golden Light Cave in Xia Ku Mountain and discovered that it had been abandoned for a long time. I thought he moved somewhere else to avoid me, but I didn't expect that he had already wiped out the whole family. God really has a vision!"

Upon learning that his enemy was dead, Wang Huyue felt relieved, but he also started to think about his enemy's Taoist book.

He had a feud with Master Jin Guangding and his apprentice, and fought against them repeatedly for many years. He knew that the other party's Taoism was quite unique.

His White Tiger Sword Manual could only refine the White Tiger Gang, and lacked the techniques for refining elixirs and combining herbs, ultimately leading to the Golden Elixir. The immortal at Tiger Leaping Gorge cultivated the Gang in a cauldron, lived to be 180 years old, and finally died of old age. Hoping for a resurrection, he developed a secret technique to fuse the Three Souls and Seven Spirits with the Gang Sha he had cultivated, and asked someone to build him a hanging coffin in a pool, hoping for a miracle.

Yang Qisheng understood what he meant. He was also very interested in his White Tiger Evil. If he could exchange his own skills for it, Yang Qisheng would be willing to do so.

But he couldn't say it directly, so he hinted at it and expressed his willingness to exchange in a subtle way.

Wang Huyue understood, but hesitated and did not respond. Yang Qisheng did not force him and changed the subject.

After dark, the mountains were silent, with only the occasional cries of monkeys and birds echoing with the surging mountain mist.

Many torches had been lit at the entrance of Wanliu Village. Those who stayed behind really intended to welcome the horse demon. They set up an altar with freshly slaughtered pigs, cows and sheep as sacrifices, wrapped in red cloth and inscribed with words such as "Mr. So-and-so's pious offering."

The timid ones hid in nearby houses, not daring to turn on the lights, and groped in the dark at the windows to look out.

The brave ones stood behind the altar with torches in their hands, looking around.

They also know that there are dangers, but wealth and honor are sought in danger. If they can see the demon fairy first and negotiate with him, they can build a temple and become a temple god or a spirit lady in the future, becoming the spokesperson of the immortals in the world. Then they will be successful and will be rich and prosperous for several lifetimes, becoming the most powerful person in the surrounding villages!
As the night deepened, Yang Qisheng sat cross-legged on the stone platform, his mind becoming tense, and his attention turned to the general's tomb in the north.

However, the wind blowing from the southeast carried the faint sound of a gong.

"Dang...dang...dang..."

The sound of the gong started out very small, almost imperceptible, but soon it grew louder and louder, coming closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.

It's not the common copper gong, the sound is a bit weird, more like an iron gong!

Yang Qisheng looked at Wang Huyue, who was looking into the distance with a serious expression: "Master Duhun is here!"

I saw a sedan chair carried by eight people flying quickly from a distance. Both the sedan chair itself and the people carrying it were light as a feather.

Soon, Yang Qisheng saw clearly that the sedan chair was made of paper. The four walls below were white, the roof was black, and the seven-tiered lotus lanterns hanging from the four sides were also made of paper.

The eight people carrying the sedan chair are also made of paper. They are wearing bright red paper clothes and black melon-shaped hats. Their facial features are drawn on their faces with a pen, and their eyes, ears, mouths and noses are constantly distorted and changing, as if they are watching a shadow play through paper.

Yang Qisheng contacted Mingyi Zhenren in his mind, asking who Master Duhun was, but Mingyi Zhenren didn't know either.

Immortal cultivators often practiced seclusion in the mountains for years, often spending months and years in seclusion. Furthermore, they had tried to stay out as little as possible over the past century, so news was very limited. Yang Qisheng could only ask Wang Huyue for information.

Wang Huyue said, "He's a master of the Ghost Dao. Although he's young, the 'Fierce Ghost Evil' he cultivates is extremely strange and terrifying. Even sword immortals in the Anlu Refining Evil stage are no match for him. After being killed by him, he collects their souls and evil spirits and transfers them into paper figures, enslaving them. Look at his eight paper sedan bearers; they were all masters of the Refining Evil stage when they were alive!"

"Then why he came here..." Yang Qisheng immediately guessed the reason, "He came here for the Blood-Transforming Demonic Blade!"

"This should be the purpose." Wang Huyue nodded worriedly. He originally had some hope, but now that this Soul-Ferrying Master has come, there is no hope at all.

Yang Qisheng was a little happy. The horse demon would come soon. If it couldn't find him, it would run to the village and kill people. It would be a good opportunity to meet this young master Duhun. Both sides would be defeated.

The eight paper sedan bearers flew through the air without touching the ground, quickly carried the sedan to the village entrance, and slowly put it down.

The villagers who had prepared pigs and sheep at the entrance of the village to welcome the horse god were a little stunned. Although the paper man that came was very strange, it was not a horse.

No matter how you look at it, you can't see any elements related to horses.

The scholar was the first to come up with a reason: Under normal circumstances, horses pulled carriages with people sitting on them. Now that the horses have become gods, they naturally have to be transferred to other places and people will carry the sedan chair to serve him.

So he straightened his clothes, changed the way he held the folding fan he had specially found from under the bookcase that afternoon, and stepped forward, bowing and clasping his hands: "I, Jing Zijian, the Book Doctor of Wanliu Village, pay my respects to the God of Horses!"

In this world, anyone who is proficient in a certain profession will become a doctor. Those who are proficient in tea art are called Tea Doctors, and those who are proficient in flower art are called Flower Doctors. He thinks he has read the most, so he calls himself Book Doctors.

At this time, the black paper curtain in front of the sedan chair rolled up, and a young man walked out. He looked to be in his twenties, with delicate features, but his face was pale, as if he had applied powder on him, making him look sinister and terrifying. He was wearing a white scholar's gown, the same style as Jing Zijian's, but it was made of paper, with white paper for the front and black paper for the edges. The collar and cuffs were made of yellow paper, and the whole thing was covered with talismans painted with a red cinnabar pen.

He also had a folding fan in his hand, and his cold eyes swept over Jing Zijian. The more he looked at him, the more he disliked this guy. Suddenly, he opened the folding fan, which had a red and green ink painting on it, and fanned it at Jing Zijian.

A sinister black evil spirit gushed out from the fan and rushed towards Jing Zijian. Jing Zijian felt a chill all over his body, as if he had fallen into an icy hell, and countless ghostly howlings rang in his ears.

He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. He was wrapped in the evil spirit and forced to rush forward.

He felt something was wrong, and when he looked back, he saw his body falling to the ground, his eyes wide open, and falling into the dust!

The soul-ferrying young man collected Jing Zijian's soul with a casual wave of his hand. The ink painting on his fan showed mountains, rivers, farmlands, farmhouses, narrow roads, the sounds of chickens and dogs, and little black and white figures moving around in it.

After Jing Zijian's soul was taken in, he also became one of the little people in there. He stood on the "ridge of the field", shouting loudly, but no sound could be heard from outside. The other little people in there were frightened by him, and they came over to grab him, pressed his head into the stream, and beat his back and hips with sticks until he dared not shout anymore.

The other villagers who saw this scene were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweats and their legs trembled. Two young men screamed "Oh my God" and turned around and ran away.

The Soul-Ferrying Master waved his fan again, collecting the souls of the two people into the fan: "Did I let you go?"

The remaining five strong men knelt down with a "thump" and "thump" and kowtowed vigorously: "Horse God, please spare us! Horse God, please spare us!"

One of them bravely pointed at the bloody pigs and sheep on the altar and said, "We have prepared three kinds of sacrifices for the immortals. Please enjoy them. If it's not enough, we have more in the village. We will kill them and offer them to you."

Master Duhun didn't even glance at the pigs and sheep. He closed his fan with a swish and asked, "What is this horse god you're talking about?"

"Horse God... is..." The villagers didn't know how to explain it, so they just briefly recounted what happened at noon.

"You mean, three sword immortals came here at noon today and told you that a horse demon would come to eat people tonight?"

The five strong men nodded like chicks pecking at rice.

"Where are they now?"

The five strong men shook their heads like rattles.

Young Master Duhun looked around. When his gaze turned to the low hill where Yang Qisheng was, Wang Huyue was about to stand up, but Yang Qisheng held out his hand to stop him: "It's okay. My formation has merged with the mountain and forest. He can't see us."

Wang Huyue thought for a moment and lowered his voice before saying, "Young Master Duhun's ghost magic is incredibly powerful. Even from dozens of miles away, he can easily smell the scent of living things, especially humans."

"That's fine. My Lingbao Five Talisman Formation has a unique function. The five elements rotate, isolating the inside and outside. Unless he is two realms higher than me, or is a master who is proficient in the five elements of the pre-heaven and post-heaven, he will definitely not be able to detect a trace."

(End of this chapter)