Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 468. Chapter 475.

"Jiang Ziya's husband saw Ma Shi being trampled to death by Ji Fa's horse, and he didn't say anything. The husband and wife are so cold." Shen Gongbao picked up Jiang Ziya's bloody head, with a look of disdain.

Hearing that Mrs. Ma died, Chu Feng remained silent. During these days, Mrs. Ma got up early and worked late at night, cleaned the courtyard, cooked, fed the army horses, and took care of that giant baby Nezha. It can be said that it is many times better than before. , Because of one of my own mistakes, I was trampled to death by a horse, what a pity, what a pity.However, fortunately, she is not an anonymous person, so she can be named in the future.

"Brother Dao, as a person who should be robbed, Jiang Ziya will not die so easily. I brought his head back because I hope you can cast a spell to seal his head, so as not to be revived by the Twelve Golden Immortals with a secret method." This time Shen Gongbao obviously grew his brains, unlike before, he cheated himself and others.

Chu Feng nodded, took Jiang Ziya's head, the figure disappeared, and reappeared in a mysterious space.

The space here is broken, and there are black holes everywhere. The sharp golden energy that cuts through the sky makes sounds that are sharp and abnormal, flickering on and off, and the energy is gloomy, like an abandoned world.

"What is this place?" Jiang Ziya's head suddenly spoke.

Chu Feng had expected that Jiang Zi would not die so easily, and when he heard Jiang Ziya speak, his face was still calm.

"This is the space where Pindao practiced the White Emperor Golden Emperor's Slash. There is golden sharp energy everywhere, which can just seal you. By the way, Pindao reminds you, don't try to escape from the black hole. You will die if you enter with your cultivation base. .”

Jiang Ziya looked around for a while, frowning, this is indeed a natural prison cell, trapped here, the possibility of escaping is completely non-existent.It is also difficult for outsiders to find this place.

Chu Feng lost interest in talking further, he tossed Jiang Ziya's head casually, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute..." Jiang Ziya's head floated over, sighed, saddened: "Brother Dao, burn a stick of incense for Mrs. Ma for me."

When a person is about to die, his heart is also sad. He goes up to the mountain to practice Taoism, but he has no ambition for 50 years.It can be said that the one who impressed him the most was the woman who had lived with him for several months, Ma Shi.

Chu Feng disappeared without answering.

In the afternoon, the originally clear sky began to drizzle. It seemed to be mourning the tens of thousands of soldiers who died. In the Battle of Qinglongguan, Zhang Guifang died in battle, Ma Shi was trampled to death, tens of thousands of soldiers of the Shang Dynasty, half surrendered, half Those who died in battle and those who surrendered are not mentioned, but the tens of thousands of people who died are not qualified to be on the list of gods.At this time, the underworld is not yet sound, and the possibility of these people becoming lonely ghosts is very high.

Chu Feng, who was sitting quietly in the alchemy room, watched the drizzle outside the house through the window, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Maybe, what should Pindao do?"

……

At night, the rain still hasn't stopped, swaying wantonly the energy she didn't use up during the day.From time to time, there was a burst of crying from the Qinglong Pass immersed in the darkness, like a child crying, or like a supper, it was extremely sharp.

The soldiers of the Zhou army patrolling the city held their spears and shrunk their heads, mumbling and cursing the person who sent him out.

Suddenly, a black shadow floated past, looking like a ghost.

Zhou Jun's soldiers were so frightened that they took several steps back, their faces pale as hell.

Swish, it was another black shadow, and when it passed by Zhou Jun's soldiers, it gave off a coldness that can only be found in Jiuyou Hell.

"Ghost!"

Zhou Jun's soldiers couldn't take it anymore, and ran away.Because the ground was full of rain, the soldiers of Zhou army slipped and fell into the puddle before they ran very far. They became motionless and probably passed out.

After a while, another black shadow drifted past. Surprisingly, these shadows all went in the same direction—the west.

At this moment, in the mountain depression between Qinglong Pass and Qishan Mountain, one by one soldiers lay dead on the ground, their thick blood rushing straight to the sky.

The few black shadows that appeared in the pass before came to the side of the mountain and leaped into the air.If someone is here, they can look up and see thousands of black shadows floating in the sky.

The cold wind blew past, and a burst of intensive crying sounded from thousands of black shadows. Even monks would get hairy when they saw this scene.

Chu Feng in the center of the mountain, sitting cross-legged, kept reciting the "Sutra of Saving Human Beings" that shrouded the world, to save the souls of those who died because of the war.

In fact, it is better to say it is purification than salvation. There is no formal hell at present, and these ghosts cannot enter the so-called underworld at all.

As time passed, in the misty drizzle, there were fewer and fewer baby-like cries, and more and more black shadows. By the middle of the night, there were more than 2 people, which clearly exceeded the death toll of the merchant army.

"These who came later are the dead souls of the Zhou army. Let the hosts save them together. No matter in which world, the little people are always like floating, humble in life and humble in death, no one knows."

The voice of the system sounded in Chu Feng's mind.

"Okay, let's save them together." Chu Feng quickly recited the "Sutra of Saving People", and the group of dead souls who died in the Conferred God War and had no explanation at the end fell silent.

With an hour before dawn, Chu Feng, who had completed his supernatural salvation, stepped into the midst of more than [-] dead souls.

"Can anyone speak?"

The black shadow buzzed for a while, and the last white-haired old soldier came out and said with a dull expression: "Shangxian"

Chu Feng felt ashamed when he saw the old soldier wearing the clothes of a merchant army.

"What's your name? Where do you live?"

The old pawn shook his head and bluntly said that he couldn't remember.

Chu Feng observed the sea of ​​souls of the old soldiers with his spiritual sense, and found that the souls were incomplete, that is to say, the "Jing of Saving People" did not bring back all their three souls and six souls.

"I have limited magic power, so I can't get all of your souls back. I'm ashamed."

The old pawn turned his head and looked towards the east with dull eyes.

"Stay alive - go home"

Chu Feng couldn't answer, so he had to turn his head away. When he didn't face some things, he felt nothing. When he really faced them, he touched the softest part of his heart.

"Go home alive, go home alive..."

The old pawn drifted toward the east, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Chu Feng watched the old soldier disappear, and then said to the remaining souls: "Poverty Tao sealed you here, and when the underworld is complete, someone will come to guide you."

The more than 2 dead souls did not make any useful response except for a buzzing.

In half an hour, Chu Feng set up a sealing formation to seal more than 2 ghosts inside. He also set up a soul gathering flag in the middle, hoping to collect the remaining souls.

There was still half an hour before dawn, and Chu Feng was about to leave.

Five hundred steps to the east, two figures appeared, just blocking Chu Feng's way.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, hand over Junior Brother Jiang's head and let you go."

After finally getting Jiang Ziya's head, how could Chu Feng be willing to return it.

"Fellow Manjushri, fellow Daoist Samantabhadra, isn't it three days later, why can't I stand it so soon?"

(End of this chapter)