Chapter 442: A little light is a talisman, the world is in vain
The ghost in the cabinet seemed to feel a huge pressure. The cracks that were about to recover began to spread again, spreading like a spider web.
Li Daoxuan just looked at it quietly, and the golden light in the third eye between his eyebrows became brighter and brighter, like a series of golden lightning.
The blood gushed out from all around, as if trying to defile Li Daoxuan's body, but it could never get within three feet of him, as if there was an invisible barrier there.
In the eyes of ghosts, Li Daoxuan at this moment was like a walking sun. The invisible pure yang energy was like a ball of golden fire, burning fiercely, turning the heaven and earth into a furnace.
The blood and water were the strength and resentment he had accumulated over the years, but at this moment, under the opponent's pure yang energy, it quickly evaporated and turned into nothing.
"What did you figure out in the fortune telling just now?"
Li Daoxuan did not ask about Changle's situation directly, but asked about fortune-telling first to test its ability.
The cabinet shook, and blood formed a line of words on the ground.
"I can't figure it out... It almost broke before it even started..."
Although it was just handwriting, for some reason, Li Daoxuan seemed to see its fear and grievance in it.
But on second thought, it makes sense.
Although this ghost is special, it is just a fierce ghost in the Yinshen realm, and is still a long way from being a ghost king. It may be okay for it to calculate the fate of ordinary people, but it would be too difficult for it to calculate its own fate.
It should be noted that Li Daoxuan has already stepped half a foot into the Yangshen realm. At the same time, he has been canonized as the National Master of the Tang Dynasty, the Heavenly Master of Qianyuan Miaodao Dragon and Tiger Demon Subduing, with profound luck and great involvement in cause and effect, which is absolutely beyond the reach of a ghost in the Yinshen realm to guess.
What's more, Li Daoxuan was calculating marriage, and he wrote the word "Qing".
If it happened to Lady Green, she would be lucky if it didn't break into powder.
"Then let me ask you again, has Changle been here?"
The cabinet fell silent, and the ghost inside didn't seem to want to talk about this topic.
Li Daoxuan's Heavenly Eye suddenly shot out a golden light, which penetrated the cabinet, revealing a deep, dark hole. The burning marks quickly spread, and the entire cabinet was shaking and smoking.
The blood condensed into words.
"I promised my friend...I can't tell you..."
Li Daoxuan didn't say anything. The jade fan in his hand suddenly turned into a small sword box. He opened it, revealing three exquisite small swords in red, white and black colors.
As if sensing the evil spirit, the three small swords began to jump at the same time, emitting bursts of clear melodies.
Under these three astonishing sword intentions, the cracks on the cabinet continued to spread, conveying a strong sense of panic.
"She was here...but she left..."
"Where did you go?"
"have no idea……"
Li Daoxuan snorted coldly, flicked his finger lightly, and the Chixiao sword flew out. The sword tip locked onto the ghost in the cabinet, ready to chop it in half.
He had already seen that this cabinet had a deep connection with the ghost inside. If the cabinet was gone, the ghost would be seriously injured.
"Don't kill me... I really don't know where Yan'er took her..."
Li Daoxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Chixiao sword did not stab down, but circled around him, ready to strike.
The name Yan'er caught his attention. Changle seemed to trust her very much and called her sister. Li Daoxuan once thought that she was a relative of the royal family, but today Empress Changsun said that there was no such person in the palace!
"Who is Yan'er, and what is your relationship with her?"
Li Daoxuan continued to ask.
This time the ghost in the closet didn't dare to hide anything and told everything frankly.
It turned out that he was a person from the end of the Sui Dynasty. He had extremely strong spiritual perception since childhood. Not only could he see ghosts and gods, but he could also occasionally see things that would happen in the future in his dreams.
When he was six years old, he dreamed of a boatload of people drowning in the Wei River. In order to save people, he told others about the dream, but no one believed him. Later, the boat sank and no one survived.
After that, he successfully predicted some disasters and became a famous spiritual boy in the surrounding area.
When he was nine years old, an old Taoist priest came here on a pilgrimage and heard about this incident. He took him in as his apprentice. He thought that he would be able to embark on the path of spiritual practice from then on, but he didn't expect that the old Taoist priest's purpose was just to raise a little ghost!
The old Taoist priest slashed his face with a dagger and locked him in a dark closet. He could only eat one meal a day, which was dog food.
In the end, he died in deep resentment. The old Taoist's prediction was correct. The resentment did strengthen his abilities and turned him into a fierce ghost hiding in the closet.
Afterwards, he pretended to be obedient and let the old Taoist priest command him. When the old Taoist priest let down his guard, he suddenly attacked and killed him, finally avenging his blood feud.
But the old Taoist's dying counterattack also injured him badly, and he remained submerged in the water for many years until he was picked up by a family and placed in the utility room to be used as firewood in the winter.
It was also during that time that he met Yan'er, the only color in his dark life.
Yan'er was the daughter of that family. She was smart and kind. She found him hiding in the cupboard to recuperate. Not only did she not make it public, she also secretly saved half of her food every day and gave it to him.
The two chatted often, and under Yan'er's influence, his resentment gradually dissipated.
But unfortunately, a plague broke out at that time and Yan'er unfortunately fell ill. He was very anxious, but he only had the ability to predict the future and could not directly cure the disease and save people.
In order to save Yan'er, he calculated a prescription that could cure the plague, and appeared in front of Yan'er's parents, wanting them to use the prescription to save Yan'er.
But Yan'er 's parents were frightened and refused to listen to what he said. They wanted to find a Taoist priest to catch the monster and even thought that Yan'er was possessed by an evil spirit.
He was still injured at the time, and in order to avoid being captured by the Taoist priest, he could only escape by himself. Later, after his injuries healed, he found that Yan'er was dead.
He was not very sad because the dead Yan'er had become a ghost and the two of them could be together more often.
But later on, for some unknown reason, Yan'er appeared less and less frequently, and even disappeared altogether. He wanted to figure out Yan'er's whereabouts, but was blocked by some inexplicable force.
Because he had to eat blood, he cooperated with an old Taoist priest in Qingyun Temple to help him with fortune-telling, and the priest provided him with blood-based food such as chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep.
After a long period of divination, the backlash he suffered gradually accumulated. He needed to rest longer and longer after each divination. In order for him to recover faster, the old Taoist priest took the initiative to provide him with living people so that he could earn more wealth.
"Yesterday, Yan'er brought that girl to me and asked me for a treasure, a talisman that can seal the aura and the secrets of heaven. I stole it from the old Taoist priest that year."
"Yan'er put the talisman on the girl and took her away. I asked her where she was going, but she didn't tell me..."
After listening to the story of the ghost in the cabinet, Li Daoxuan couldn't help but begin to ponder.
He previously thought that Yan'er was a pawn sent by Moro to get close to Changle, responsible for kidnapping Changle and threatening himself and His Majesty, but now it seems that Yan'er does not seem like a bad person.
But there are also many doubts about this.
Yan'er was just an ordinary child who died of the plague. Why did she appear in the palace and become good friends with Changle?
She put the talisman that could conceal Changle's aura and secrets on her to prevent her from being tracked... or was there someone else chasing them at that time?
"Do you have any way to find Yan'er?"
Li Daoxuan stared at the ghost in the cabinet and said coldly: "I was planning to burn you to death, but if you can help me find Yan'er, I will spare your life."
After a pause, he continued, "I am the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty. I am as good as a promise. If you can turn from evil to good, not only will I not kill you, I will also guide you to turn from evil to good and walk on the right path!"
Although the ghost in this cabinet has eaten living people, Qingyunzi should bear most of the blame for this matter. In addition, his abilities are very special. If he is put into the hibernating dragon, he may be able to make up for his mistakes and atone for his sins.
For example, if we encounter a plague in the future, we can let it calculate the prescription for treating the disease, and who knows how many people can be saved by then.
When the dormant dragon first stands up, it is the time to use people. Li Daoxuan's thinking is unconventional. Why can't he use ghosts to control ghosts, and use monsters to control monsters?
Of course, if this ghost still can't change its evil habit of eating people after entering the hibernating dragon, Li Daoxuan will kill it without hesitation.
After hearing Li Daoxuan's words, the ghost in the cabinet obviously hesitated for a moment and continued to write with blood.
"After you find Yan'er, can you not kill her?"
Li Daoxuan's heart moved. As expected, this ghost was hiding something. He knew where Yan'er was going!
"That depends on what she did. If she didn't hurt Changle, I would naturally not do anything to her."
The ghost in the closet was still hesitating.
Li Daoxuan snorted coldly and flicked his finger. The Chixiao sword turned into a rainbow light and pierced through the cabinet with a whoosh, stopping in front of the kid's forehead. The terrifying sword energy made the entire cabinet full of cracks, and it was about to turn into powder.
The bloody words took shape quickly, with a hint of panic.
"I don't know where she is, but she gave me this..."
whoosh!
The Chixiao Sword flew back from the cabinet, with a shriveled piece of candy on the sword, and green mold growing on the simple sugar coating.
Li Daoxuan discovered that the candy was surrounded by a strong yin energy. For mortals, eating this candy would cause a great loss of yang energy, which was comparable to being poisonous. But for ghosts, this candy was a great tonic.
"This candy is Yan'er's favorite thing. She always carries it with her. After she borrowed my talisman, she left the candy to me..."
Li Daoxuan's heart moved, and he said: "Xiaotian!"
“Woof woof!”
The dog demon Xiaotian came running over with his short legs, and first shouted twice at the ghost in the cupboard, with a disdainful look in his eyes, as if he looked down on the little ghost inside.
"Smell it and help me find this person."
Xiaotian sniffed the candy, then ran to the courtyard and took a deep breath. This time he was very fast and he smelled the trail in an instant.
"Master, I found it. It's not far from here!"
Li Daoxuan nodded, then patted the Three Realms Gourd on his waist and put the cabinet away.
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A moment later, Li Daoxuan and Xiaotian arrived at a mass grave outside Ziwu Town.
This place is very remote, with many graves but few tombstones. The surrounding trees are very lush, blocking the sunlight and home to many crows, making it extremely cool.
When you walk in here from other places, you will feel a sudden drop in temperature.
"Third brother, don't blame mother for not coming often. Our family is poor, and there was a severe drought some time ago. These are the only things we have..."
A middle-aged woman was offering sacrifices at a grave. Her offerings were meager, just a handful of paper money and a few pieces of black-spotted Hu cakes.
And in Li Daoxuan's eyes, as soon as the woman placed the offerings, a group of children jumped out of the grave, rushed up one after another, and sucked away the essence of the offerings.
Those who were sucked in went out to play happily, while those who were not sucked in became listless, their souls became thinner and almost transparent, and they could only return to the grave listlessly.
These little ghosts all have big heads and small bodies, dark faces, and are all poor children who died young.
In ancient times, it was difficult for poor children to grow up healthily. Poverty, hunger, war, natural disasters, diseases, taxes...
If ten children are born and three of them are alive, it is already a normal standard, and one needs to burn incense to thank the gods and Buddhas for their blessings.
Therefore, in ancient times, many children from poor families had their surnames followed by numbers, such as Zhao San and Zhao Wu. The reason why Zhao Yi, Zhao Er and Zhao Si were never seen was because those people did not survive to grow up.
These little ghosts fighting for tributes are very pitiful. They can only eat dead branches, rotten leaves, or animal feces on weekdays. The most luxurious meal is the tribute from their relatives.
But in reality, after a few memorial services, their parents came less and less often, and in the end they never came again.
They could only wait here foolishly until their souls became thinner and thinner and completely dissipated.
For them, perhaps being forgotten is the real death.
Li Daoxuan saw that after the group of little ghosts finished fighting for the tribute and dispersed, there was a little ghost who stayed there in a daze. He kept stretching out his hands, wanting to snuggle in his mother's arms like he did when he was alive, but he was repeatedly repelled by the yang energy on his mother's body.
He looked only three or four years old, and he couldn't understand why his mother didn't want to hug him anymore.
"Third child, mother won't be able to come to see you anymore. Your father said that the youngest child cries from hunger every day, and the family can't waste food anymore..."
She talked a lot to herself, as if she was talking to her child, but also as if she was talking to herself.
Finally, her voice choked with sobs, she picked up a little soil in her hand, and although she was reluctant, she had no choice but to turn around and leave.
The little ghost still stared blankly, stretching out his hands towards his mother's back.
He was still young and didn't realize that this was the last time they would meet. The last person in the world who cared about him would gradually forget him...
Looking at this scene, Li Daoxuan felt a little sour in his heart.
He finally understood why the Green-Robed Lady wanted to restore order in the underworld and rebuild the underworld.
Similar things are happening all the time in many corners of this world. Without the guidance of the ghost soldiers, these wandering ghosts can only linger on, which is extremely pitiful.
"Woof! Master, she stayed here for a while, and then went east again. Let's chase her!"
Roaring Sky Dog urged.
“No hurry.”
Li Daoxuan stretched out his finger and lightly tapped the air.
The pure Yang Qi transformed into strands of golden runes, forming a mysterious talisman. All the patterns were linked together, faintly gathering into the two words "Qingming", exuding a vague and deep breath.
Qingming Rebirth Talisman!
With Li Daoxuan's current level of cultivation, he has reached the highest level in the practice of talismans. He does not need pen, ink, or cinnabar. Anything he picks up can become a talisman.
As the saying goes, "A little spiritual light is a talisman, and the world's ink and vermilion are wasted. If the spirit is not scattered and the primordial yang is stable, all monsters and demons will be swept away."
It is also recorded in the Qingwei Yuanjiang Dafa, "Talismans are the true faith of heaven and earth. People all use red ink, paper and pen to make them, but I believe that a little spiritual light can penetrate heaven and earth. Wherever the spirit resides, what is not a talisman?"
The pure Yang Qi has a mysterious creation effect, which has brought great improvements to Li Daoxuan, and the transformation of spiritual light into talismans is just one of them.
After the Qingming Rebirth Talisman was cast, a deep portal appeared, generating a powerful suction force that sucked all the ghosts in the cemetery in.
Then the talisman dissipated and turned into strands of golden pure yang energy, returning to Li Daoxuan's body.
"Let's go."
After sending these little ghosts to the Qingming Realm for reincarnation, Li Daoxuan turned around and was about to leave.
But the next moment, his steps suddenly stopped, because he heard a groan in a grave somewhere.
This was definitely not an auditory hallucination, because he also possessed the supernatural power of hearing.
He walked to the grave and found that there was actually a tombstone there, but it was carved from wood and the words on it looked a little blurred due to the erosion of time.
"The tomb of my beloved daughter Chen Yan."
Li Daoxuan's eyes flashed, he stretched out his finger, and five-colored divine light flowed around his body, and he had already activated the Great Five Elements Escape Technique.
The earth trembled, the tomb split open, and a coffin was automatically raised up. The coffin lid slowly opened, revealing a little girl in white clothes and a gold belt. She was delicate and graceful, and although her hair was disheveled, she still had an innate noble temperament.
But her big, black, clear eyes were filled with fear, and they immediately became moist and tearful the moment she saw Li Daoxuan.
“Master!”
