Chapter 18: The Soul-Sending Method of Exorcism by Qingdou, the Blue Bean Sky Master

  It seems that Zhang Lai thought of something important again. Qin Feng walked up to the front of the red line and continued to ask: "What's going on?"

  "Master and Master's brother's graves shouldn't be here either. They were taken somewhere else before I died."

  "Why?" "Where is it?" Qin Feng asked Zhang Lai one after another.

  "I don't know, but there's more to it." Zhang tried his best to recall the situation at that time. The painful memories of 360 years had faded away in an instant, and the soul trapped in the red rope was helpless, so he gave up. "I hope you can find Master's body and give him a proper burial. Also, Master left behind a poem before he passed away and told me that if I had the chance to escape, I should copy this poem and leave it at Tian Shi Dao. However, fate was not on my side, and on the very night Master left, I was killed by a Gu master who fed me snake venom."

  Gu poison is a toxic substance produced by the Gu masters of Miaojiang using secret methods, and due to its mysterious nature, very few people are aware of its inner workings. Gu poison can be broadly classified into four categories: insect Gu, animal Gu, plant Gu, and object Gu. Among these, the most mysterious and also the most deadly is the insect Gu. In Miaojiang, many children have accidentally fallen victim to this toxin while playing outside. The most commonly seen type of Gu is the snake Gu, which is produced by using secret methods to transform snakes into a poisonous substance. It is said that even snakes will undergo strange transformations after being turned into Gu, growing crowns and feet.

  "How cruel!" Qin shouted loudly.

  Qin Feng, who had heard the snake's hiss, trembled slightly and comforted him with a few words before turning to ask Zhang: "What poem did you leave behind?"

  "Master said to summon Taiyi Shenji!"

  "What's Taì Yǐ Shén Jī?" Qin Feng didn't understand, but it sounded a bit like the Taì Yǐ Shén Shù.

  "It's a three-style divine number, commonly known as the Tai Yi divine number, you should know it." Zhang explained, "The poem of the Tai Yi divine machine is like this: The nine palaces of fate start with the god map, five elements and six records transform the soul. Water, earth, gold, fire lack wood, sun, moon, stars, yin and yang symbols."

  "What does this poem mean?" After thinking for a while, Qin Feng only knew that the meaning involved some relevant knowledge of Taiyi Shenshu, but as for the true meaning of the poem, he and his grandfather thought about it for half a day without understanding.

  "My master didn't tell me, he just told me to pass this poem on to the disciples of Tian Shi Dao, hoping they could understand the mystery within and solve the puzzle after his death." "Alas, my master died with regret and resentment, lamenting that his life had ended so abruptly. He was wise and decisive, refusing to yield even in death, yet he never revealed where the treasure was hidden."

  "So it's true that there really is such a treasure!?" Qin Ye had already roughly figured it out.

  "It is indeed true, this matter was only hastily mentioned by Master before his departure. Whether it's true or false, the disciple didn't have time to investigate carefully and has already ascended to the mortal world, but the Tao believes that what Master said is indeed true."

  Qin Feng picked up the pen and paper, wrote down the poem, read it carefully, and still felt that there was no clue. After all, this is a mystery left by his predecessors, which is profound and difficult to understand, beyond Qin Feng's thinking ability. However, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had to work harder, because this was the only clue to unlock the whereabouts of the treasure.

  At this time, getting closer, according to Qin Ye's words, Zhang Lai should be sent to reincarnate, because the current time is long, if Zhang Lai stays in the sun for a longer period, the yang energy of the human world will harm him more severely. Moreover, humans and ghosts have different paths, and souls are no exception.

  "Following the ancestors' teachings, I must now send you to be reincarnated and you cannot stay in the mortal world any longer."

  "I understand now, the task Master has given me is also completed, and Fu Xuan's departure is without regret." "But..." The words lingered, and suddenly Zhang Lai seemed to have some unfinished business, speaking hesitantly.

  "Zhang Lai, what else is there? Just say it out loud, Grandpa and I will definitely help you."

  Then, Zhang Laidao poured out his bitter heart: "Master forgot to bring his own Kuigang sword when he left. That sword is Master's treasure, and I hope you can find it back here to comfort Master's spirit in heaven."

  Complaints are complaints, Qin Feng had agreed, after hearing this sentence, Qin Feng still reluctantly agreed. However, the world is so big, where to find it, let alone it's been over 300 years and no one knows where it fell.

  Rather than being confused like this, fortunately, they didn't discuss this matter. Next, Master Qin was about to prepare to send Zhang off.

  "Grandfather, must you send him away? Keeping him here might help us solve the mystery." Qin Feng didn't want his grandfather to send Zhang Lai away.

  Actually, this idea was not something that Qin Ye had not considered before, but matters of life and death were not for Qin Feng and Qin Ye to decide. According to the rules, they could only send Zhang off to return home.

  After the decision, Master Qin began to prepare for the ritual. This time, the method of divination and sending off the ghost was different. Qin Feng didn't understand these things, watching as his grandfather put down the peach wood sword in his hand and picked up a lake-silk brush dipped in cinnabar to draw on the box, he wondered what he was drawing.

  "Grandfather Qin said while drawing, 'This is the method of sending ghosts with a dot on the eyebrow, unique to the Tian Shi Dao.' 'Little Feng, take a closer look and remember these things firmly!' Finally, Grandfather Qin added this sentence, making Little Feng blink unexpectedly."

  "Grandpa, what character are you drawing?"

  "Yin and yang take different paths, send the ghost back home, hurry up like a law enforcement order." By the time he said this, Master Qin had already finished drawing these few characters.

  Qin Feng was seeing these spirit mediums send ghosts for the first time, and although he said he was curious, in his heart he was also a little scared. After all, it was his first time seeing this kind of thing, and he definitely couldn't adapt to it immediately. He looked up at Grandfather, who had just put the box on the altar and tied it with the red string from earlier. The other end of the string was tied to a talisman that Grandfather had just drawn. With his right hand holding the other end of the red string, he swayed back and forth as if walking in some sort of step, muttering: "Talisman fire guides the way, soul sent to the underworld!" After finishing the incantation, the talisman suddenly lit up in Grandfather's hand.

  "This is..."

  "Whenever sending souls, it is necessary to tread on the stars and guide the way with a sincere heart. Those who send souls should combine the Big Dipper's steps when performing the ritual in order for it to take effect. Little Maple, go get half a basin of soil."

  "What's this dirt for?"

  "You'll know soon." Without answering Qin Feng's question, he looked at the burning talisman in his hand and immediately clasped his palms together, rubbing the ashes and red thread into a ball. As soon as he said "Send!", the red thread ignited, and along with it, a faint humming noise began to rise, and the cinnabar on top of the thread started flowing towards the red thread, all the way into Qin Feng's hand.

  Carrying half a basin of soil freshly dug from the garden, Qin Feng quickly returned to the backyard.

  "What about the land?" Qin asked.

  "Here it is!" Qin Feng poured the soil from the basin onto the altar in front of Master Qin.

  "The soul returns to its native soil!" As soon as he finished speaking, Qin threw the ashes in his hand into the dirt in the basin.

  Qin Feng was puzzled and asked: "What is this for?"

  Qin Ye burned a talisman on the ground and explained, "A person has three souls. After death, the main soul goes to heaven, the visual soul enters the earth, and the symbolic soul returns to the grave. At the time of Zhang's death, his main soul and visual soul had already gone to their respective places, leaving only the symbolic soul trapped in the coffin. Therefore, sending the soul back to its hometown means letting it return to the earth again, so that it can rest in peace and no longer harm people."

  Looking at the empty altar with remaining red sand marks, Qin Feng tidied it up and put it away. Following Master Qin's instructions, Qin Feng had to dig a hole and bury the soil, busy until after two o'clock.

  He had originally wanted to sleep in, but the past few days of busy work had almost exhausted Qin Feng. Taking advantage of the weekend, Qin Feng dove headfirst into the quilt his grandfather had laid out for him and intended to sleep until he woke up naturally. However, unexpectedly, a phone call woke him up early in the morning when the sky was just starting to brighten.