weed whisper

"Okay, time to work."

Ye Caochuan let go of the fingers holding the paper, lowered his head and said to the paper figurines in his arms, signaling them to get up from his arms quickly.

The seven little paper figurines floated up slowly, and Ise Qingming also walked up to Ye Caochuan, glanced at the seven paper figurines, and handed the cup containing the soil to Ye Caochuan.

"I'm sorry, Qingming." Nokusakawa took the cup and smiled at Ise Qingming.

Ise Qingming opened his hands, put them down silently, stood by the table, and looked curiously at what the weeds were going to do next.

Ye Caochuan sinks his mind and senses the spiritual power in his body. His demonic state has disappeared, and the demonic power in his whole body is condensed into a bead, which is suspended in Huihai acupuncture point. The original bead of spiritual power also disappears and re-disperses into the meridians .

Ye Caochuan circulated his spiritual energy, thinking about it, it seems that through the conversion of these two beads, he can determine which ability he uses.

"Hehehe, isn't this method good? I wanted to try it a long time ago, but I haven't been able to find a suitable half-demon."

The voice of Wild Grass Shuquan sounded again, with a little pride, "When you want to demonize, and then call out the demon power bead, the spiritual power in the body will automatically return to Huihai Point, so that the two will not conflict and cause You get hurt."

"So, you have to thank me, the old man!"

Wild Grass Chuan: "..."

Ye Caochuan rubbed his nose to calm his mind, and poured his spiritual power into the soil in the cup. The black-gray soft soil shook suddenly and slowly floated up from the cup.

"Arrangement!"

With Yecaochuan's order, the seven little people fell in seven directions, and together with Yecaochuan, they formed a small spirit gathering array in all directions.

The black and gray soil circulated in the air and swam to the center of the formation. Ye Caochuan held a mantra with one hand and chanted the mantra silently. The seven little paper figurines also emitted a faint white light, following the guidance of the formation, they poured into the soil .

With the refining of the spiritual power, the color of the soil slowly changed. Ye Caochuan took out another talisman with a vermilion incantation on it, clamped his sword fingers, shook his hand, and the talisman ignited.

"Congeal!"

Wild Grass River throws a burning talisman, and the talisman turns into a ball of fire and wraps the soil. In the flames, the talisman burns into little ashes and melts into the soil. Then, the soil seems to be kneaded by a pair of big hands, gradually appearing human The head, round belly, and limbs form a clay puppet. The original black and gray color has become white and bright, but the small face of this clay puppet is blank, and the facial features have not yet appeared.

At this moment, the momentum of the fire gradually weakened, Ye Caochuan stretched out his left index finger, his face froze, he looked down at the moment when the fire light on the clay puppet was only a little bit, his fingers moved quickly, and a drop of blood oozed from the fingertips and sank into the clay puppet.

"Om~"

A ball of red light shines from the heart of the clay puppet, the body of the clay puppet shakes, and a ball of white light the size of a fist gushes out of Yecaochuan's body, as if he can't wait any longer, the clay puppet is like a water fish, fiercely stuck in the clay puppet.

Red light and white light, the two groups of light intertwined on the clay puppet, flickering and dimming. After the white light assimilated the red light and completely occupied the body of the clay puppet, the clay puppet flew up from the center of the formation and fell to the side of the table. On the ground, the rays of light rose, and a gust of wind blew from the window, and the rays of light became longer and longer in the entanglement of the breeze, until they grew to the same height as the wild grass river, and then stopped changing.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the spiritual soil is the bone, and the ashes are the viscera. This body is not bad at all, and it is enough for me to use for a while."

While Yecao Shuquan was talking, the white light on his body gradually faded away, revealing a moon-white safari suit, which fluttered gently in the wind. When the white light on his face faded, a handsome face appeared in Yecaochuan and Ise Qingming's eyes.

A few strands of black hair curled up under the tall black hat, falling obliquely on the forehead, a pair of black eyebrows slanted slightly, dark and deep eyes, a high nose bridge, slightly hooked lips, with a smirk.

Yecao Shuquan holds a seven-bone bat fan in his hand. The fan bones are pitch black, and the fan paper is edged with gold and the background is gold. Inside the fan is an antique street with fluttering sleeves of passers-by, and warm yellow lanterns hanging high, depicting the scenery of the past. A night view of one of the busiest streets in Heian-kyo.

Weed Shuquan bowed his head, raised his sleeves and twirled around, very satisfied with the clothes he transformed with spiritual power.

"Little guy, how are you? I look pretty good, don't you?"

As Yecao Shuquan said, he shook the seven-bone bat fan lightly in his hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly, making Yecao Chuan act as if he saw a nobleman from the past.

"Cough cough cough."

Yecao Chuan coughed a few times, raised his hand, and the formation was removed immediately, and the seven little people also regained their freedom.

"Hey, who are you?"

"Why have I never seen you before?"

"Why did you come out of the body of Mr. Nograss River?"

"..."

The seven little paper figurines were very surprised to see the clay puppet turned into a human. Once they regained their freedom, they flew to the side of Weed Shuquan and started chattering.

"What a fun little thing."

Yecao Shuquan closed the bat fan in his hand, and pointed at the paper figurine closest to him with the fan handle, teasing the paper figurine.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ye Caochuan coughed a few more times, and Ise Qingming on the side looked calm. The man who appeared on the clay doll in front of him should be the man who was in the body of Ye Caochuan before. Although he looked like a human, he His body didn't emit any vitality, and it was all maintained by the power of the soul.

"Senior, you have come out, now is the time to introduce your origin?"

Yecaochuan finally couldn't help asking, and looked at Yecaoshuquan seriously.

"Oh, yes, yes, I almost forgot the business."

Yecao Shuquan raised his bat fan, tapped his forehead, and said solemnly: "My name is Yecao Shuquan, and I am the seventh generation head of the Yushen Yecao family. You should be my Xuanxuanxuan's great-great-grandson."

"Then why were you in Nossa Chuan's body before?" Ise Qingming asked with a frown when he heard Nossa Shuquan's identity.

"Little guy, don't be nervous. I did Xiao Chuan a big favor. It's not too much to borrow his body for a period of time, right, Xiao Chuan Chuan."

As he said that, Yecao Shuquan raised his eyebrows at Yecaochuan. When Yecaochuan's soul was freed from the shackles of the underworld, he spent a lot of energy to help Yecaochuan.

Ye Caochuan has been silently counting his seniority in his heart. His father is the No. 20 fifth generation patriarch of the No. The head of the family around 40 years ago lived at the end of the Heian period.

God, that's almost a hundred years from now!

Yecaochuan complained silently in his heart, but at the same time he did not dare to underestimate the strength of Yecao Shuquan. Being able to exist in the underworld for so many years is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary onmyojis.

"Then, that senior, I want to call you Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Grandpa?" Ye Caochuan tried to sort out his seniority, but he didn't know if it was right, and asked Ye Cao Shuquan seriously.

Weed Spring: "..."

Ise Qingming: "..."

"Then you should call me senior." Yecao Shuquan couldn't stand being called grandpa, he still looks very young, okay?

"Uh, then, Master Shuquan?" Ye Caochuan changed his address and asked, it's not good to keep calling him senior, this person in front of him is the heroic soul of his ancestor several generations ago.

Weed Shuquan paused and nodded, this title can be reluctantly accepted.

"By the way, Lord Shuquan, did you get rid of the skeleton that appeared in the mausoleum that day?"

Ye Caochuan finally belatedly remembered the skeleton that appeared in the mausoleum, even King Jinliu was no match for that skeleton, how did Yecao Shuquan resolve the crisis and bring them out of the mausoleum intact?Thinking of this, Yecao Chuan asked Yecao Shuquan.