First-class Celestial Master [Rebirth]

This request is indeed not too much, Zhou Tong came here for this, and the appearance of Black and White Impermanence just pointed him in the right direction.

That wind chime is indeed a medium, a medium that connects old master Huo with the underworld.

As soon as the wind chime rang, it meant that the king of hell was going to listen to an opera. He called Mr. Huo to sing an opera.But it's different now, something has been done to the media, and the connection between Yan Wang and Mr. Huo has been severed. Now, it is not Yan Wang who invites Mr. Huo to sing, but something else.

The starting point of the problem is still the wind chimes. We have to see where this medium is connected.

Bai Wujian Zhou Tong responded, laughing until his tongue fell out of his mouth, then rolled it up, put it back, and said: "This is very good, I like you as much as I see it. Come, Master Wuchang will give you something , maybe you can use it."

Zhou Tong looked at Bai Wuchang, and at the moment when the two eyes met, Zhou Tong seemed to feel something poured into his mind, and those complicated spells and incantations were clearly reflected in them one by one, as if they were deeply rooted in his mind. The same thing inside him is one with his whole being.

Zhou Tong exhaled lightly, and after the breath dissipated, the left-eyed Yinyu turned over in his eyes, and his appearance was much clearer than that of the right-eyed Yangyu.

Bai Wuchang said: "Our ghost messengers are able to manipulate ghosts, not because of the mourning stick in our hands, nor these soul chains, but because we ourselves have a deterrent effect on ghosts."

He didn't speak clearly, but Zhou Tong was told exactly what Bai Wuchang gave him just now.

The ability to manipulate ghosts.

Yin Zhang can suppress ghosts, but cannot manipulate them, while Bai Wuchang gave him the ability to control ghosts.

In the early years, ghost masters were also a branch of the celestial masters. This branch is generally inherited by blood, and they are born with the ability to control ghosts. Later, they can't practice. With the changes of the years, the blood relationship is indifferent, and it disappears in the long river of history. up.

But with Bai Wuchang's temperament, it is estimated that his ability cannot be passed on. Wait for him to turn into a pile of loess in a hundred years, no, ten years later, and it will be over.

Zhou Tong bowed to Bai Wuchang to thank him, and asked: "Then Wuchang, what did my father send?"

"Don't tell me I almost forgot." Bai Wuchang tapped his hat lightly with the mourning stick, and said, "It's this one."

He stretched out his pale and skinny hand, turned and turned a book, Bai Wuchang said: "Your father passed it on to you, he said that this book is a collection of his life's research. However, writing The materials in the book are all things from our underworld, if you take them to Yangjian, it will probably dissipate in a few hours at the shortest time, or a day or two at the longest, so hurry up."

Zhou Tong nodded and took the book respectfully.

He held it in his hand and saw it was "Chaos Xuanhuang Curse Record", flipping through it quickly, there are some complicated spells in it, it is really difficult to remember at this moment.

Hei Wuchang pointed out: "The time is coming soon." After speaking, he turned around and left.

"Okay, okay." Bai Wuchang responded a few times perfunctorily, turned around and left with Hei Wuchang. On the way, he turned his head and grinned at Zhou Tong, his tongue fell off, his eyes were full of teasing, Zhou Tong just couldn't understand his eyes As for what it meant, Bai Wuchang's voice sounded in his mind.

"Your impermanence sees that you really like it, kid, let me remind you one more thing, Yuxuanjun is in a catastrophe before you, and if you can save Yuxuanjun, you can save your life. If Yuxuanjun ascends in the future, don't forget That's my point for today."

After finishing speaking, before Zhou Tong could respond, the black and white Wuchang figure disappeared in the corridor.

After all, he was still afraid of Ling Yuan... Zhou Tong smiled helplessly when he thought of Bai Wuchang's words. This Bai Wuchang had a naughty personality like a naughty boy, but what was the catastrophe he was talking about?Ling Yuan's catastrophe?My catastrophe?

Zhou Tong pondered for a moment, then heard Ling Yuan ask: "What did he say to you just now?"

"Didn't say anything." Zhou Dao said, "He said let me speak more kind words in your ear, so that you don't bother him after you ascend."

Ling Yuan sneered, "I'm asking the right person."

Inside the house, Uncle Huo fell asleep sitting in the wicker chair at some point.Before the Huorang people came back, they left Zhou Tong and the others at home in a hurry, and now that Black and White Wuchang had come, the old lady's life was probably at the end of her life.

Ling Yuan glanced at the book and said, "Read this first."

Zhou Tong hummed, and was about to read it, but saw Ling Yuan took the book over, flipped through it, found the right place and tore it in half.

Zhou Tong: "...what are you doing?"

Ling Yuan said: "Look for you."

Zhou Tong: "?"

Ling Yuan said depressedly: "Have you forgotten that I still have a soul in your body?"

Zhou Tong really forgot, he thought for a while, and said, "Since Master Wuchang gave me the ability to manipulate ghosts, why don't I try to separate this soul from my body and give it back to you?"

Ling Yuan let out an "oh" and turned his gaze away, "No need."

Before Zhou Tong asked why, he heard Ling Yuan say sullenly: "It's good to put it on you."

The two sat on the sofa and concentrated on reading. This "Chaos Xuanhuang Curse Record" was as obscure and difficult to understand as it was when flipping through it. Even with Zhou Da's annotations beside it, Zhou Tong still had a bit of difficulty reading it, so he had to read all the books first. He memorized all the mantras, and with his positive eyes, he memorized things very quickly, and he wrote down the half of the book in his hand in a short while.

Looking back, Ling Yuan was still flipping through the pages, the half of the book in Ling Yuan's hand was much thicker than the one in his hand, but now Ling Yuan was about to read it to the end.

Zhou Tong didn't disturb Ling Yuan, and reopened half of the book, savoring it carefully, but heard Ling Yuan suddenly say something irrelevant: "I don't know how to ascend."

Zhou Tong didn't hear clearly for a while, and said "ah".

Ling Yuan turned the pages of the book to the end, looked into Zhou Tong's eyes, and said seriously: "You are here, I will not ascend."

...How could this person be so poignant.

Zhou Tong looked at Ling Yuan with soft eyes, hooked Ling Yuan's hands, Ling Yuan poked his head in doubt, Zhou Tong slightly raised his buttocks, half stood up, bent his knees, embraced Ling Yuan's neck, and kissed him .

Ling Yuan: "..."

Fucking in someone else's house again! !Can you give me a reminder next time I'm in heat again!

Poor Ling Yuan didn't realize how he teased Zhou Tong...

At this moment, the wind chimes on the balcony rang suddenly.

The colorful shells collided with each other. Although there was no wind, they seemed to be shaking non-stop under the drive of the wind. The crisp sound resounded continuously. It was a rhythmic sound getting faster and faster, and the collision became more intense, like blowing It was like a gust of wind. Under that kind of momentum, the fragile shell wind chime couldn't withstand a little wind, but it just held it, and swayed with the gust of wind, making a deafening sound.

Krakara - bang - bang - bang bang bang -

The old furniture in the whole house also rang. The refrigerator came first, and the door of the refrigerator that could not be closed suddenly opened with a click, and then closed one after another—opening—closing— Open it and it will sound with the rhythm of the wind chime.

Afterwards, the washing machine in the bathroom also began to hum, and the noise it made when it was being dried was buzzing throughout. The TV swayed from side to side, snowflakes rolled on the screen, and the channel was changed at an incredible speed. Light and shadow alternated, shaking the light in the room. Clearly off.

With a bang, everything suddenly returned to calm. The wind chime was still colliding and shaking, but the sound it made was much softer.

There was a buzzing sound—the old tape recorder placed on the coffee table in the living room started to operate. After the tape vibrated in it for a while, the emphasis of the drama came out from it.

A gust of wind blows leisurely,

Here comes the dead soul.

Zhou Tong was a little familiar with the beginning, but he couldn't remember which scene it was in for a while.He listened attentively, but on the other side, Old Man Huo, who was sitting on the balcony, also started to sing along with the tape.

There are souls weeping in gardens,

Thinking of the life of slaves, tears will not dry.

Just because I met Pei Sheng once,

Don't give silk handkerchiefs to cause trouble.

Hate the old thief calling me in the vestibule,

Pulling out the sword killed me to death.

"This is "Red Plum Pavilion"." Zhou Tong remembered that his graduate tutor had a friend who liked to listen to operas, and often recommended them to listen to this song "Red Plum Pavilion".

This play is a ghost play, a Yue opera, about Li Huiniang, the concubine of the traitor Jia Sidao in the Southern Song Dynasty, who was brutally killed by Jia Sidao because she admired Pei Shunqing, a young talent, when she was traveling.After death, her soul returned to the underworld. After being investigated by the King of Hades, she had a lifetime relationship with Pei Shunqing, but she died in vain.The King of Hades granted him the Yin-Yang Treasure Fan to return to the Yang Dynasty to fulfill his long-cherished wish, but unexpectedly, Jia Sidao was so jealous that he wanted to kill Pei Shunqing.Li Huiniang, who turned into a ghost, rescued Pei Shunqing, and later argued with Jia Dangtang to get justice.

After he had a clear understanding of what happened before him, Zhou Tong fixed his eyes on the shell wind chime, and the two fishes of yin and yang were swimming in his eyes. Zhou Tong looked at it for a while and said, "It really is the wind chime that has a problem." Taking a step forward, he heard the wind chime making an extremely piercing sound, almost breaking through his eardrums, constantly stimulating his nerves.

The sound seemed to penetrate directly into the ears, no matter how much he covered his ears, it didn't work, and he couldn't drive it away at all.

Zhou Tong had no choice but to give up and retreat, only to feel a little more comfortable.

"Zhou Tong." Ling Yuan called Zhou Tong, opened the window, and pointed out the window. Zhou Tong walked over quickly, looked out of the window, and was shocked.

I don't know when, the sky outside the window darkened, the dark clouds covered the sun, and there was no light at all. Ghosts flew out of the window, fluttering in the wind like fluttering catkins, but they all flew towards the sky in the same direction. A thick dark cloud flew away.

Zhou Tong watched intently, but saw a part of the dark cloud break open. Looking carefully, it was something like a mast. Afterwards, the huge monster hiding behind the cloud gradually revealed its full view. , It turned out to be a Yin boat.

Countless ghosts rushed towards the yin boat, as if they were rushing across the river of forgetfulness to reincarnate.

But the Yin Boat is here, but Wangchuan is not there. The thing floating in the Yin Boat above his head is not Wangchuan at all.

Where is this yin boat going to take these ghosts?

Before he had time to think about it, Zhou Tong used the ability to control the ghosts that Bai Wuchang gave him, took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily, and the breath he exhaled turned into the mourning stick that Hei Wuchang often held in his hand, floating towards the ghosts and go.

The movement of the ghosts floating towards the Yin boat slowed down, and they all drifted towards Zhou Tong's place.

"He's leaving." Ling Yuan said.

Zhou Tong sacrificed the Yin Zhang and temporarily suppressed all the ghosts. He pressed Ling Yuan's shoulder and said, "I will temporarily entrust my body to you for safekeeping."

"What are you going to do?" Ling Yuan caught his breath and looked at Zhou Tong nervously.

"A living person can't get on a yin boat." Zhou Tong said with a smile. He manipulated his three souls and seven souls to gradually separate from his body. , closed his eyes, and lost consciousness.

Zhou Tong, who had turned into a soul, looked down at his erratic body, and said, "It's the first time I've used the soul-separating spell, and it doesn't feel very good."

"You—" Ling Yuan gritted his teeth and remained silent, worried that once he said something, it would be a curse.

Zhou Tong smiled and said, "Don't worry, he can't handle me." Ling Yuan gradually appeared around Zhou Tong, but he was more erratic than him, and Ling Yuan said, "I'll go with you."

Zhou Tong: "Well, that's my plan too. Your soul will go with me. If you find a place, you will come sooner."

"I've never seen a more mischievous person than you."

Zhou Tong couldn't help laughing, and said: "Speaking of nonsense, I'm afraid I'm not as good as Lord Yuxuan."

Ling Yuan: "..."

Zhou Tong: "I'm leaving."

Ling Yuan's soul standing beside him was grabbed by Zhou Tong and kneaded into a ball, which was hung on his waist.

Zhou Tong floated out of the window and boarded the yin boat.